Category: Snuff phone sex
My Husbands Rape Fantasy
Let Me Tell All…
Taboo phone sex can always turn more and more intense. On what should have been just a harmless little lap dance turned into a brutal evening for me. I guess Daddy noticed I’ve been dancing in my room, shaking my little body like I would if I was in the club. He must have planned the whole thing honestly…that’s quite like him. He’s mean and he wants me to suffer forever and ever for being a whore. And I can’t blame him. I am fully aware that I am a worthless little slut, that is just here to be used and abused, forced and hurt…it will never end. I’ve accepted that, Daddy’s a drunk who’s beat me senseless almost every night since I can remember. Violating my holes, making me bleed and cry and beg for mercy. All of it is his favorite thing…and what turns him on most. So when he acted so sweet, like he wanted to actually see me dance on him…I should have known what it was going to turn to. As I swept my little ass above his cock, dipping low and grinding against him Daddy grabbed my hips and a fistful of hair. He slammed my face onto the coffee table and I hurt a crack and felt blood. “You fucking whore.” He yanked my little panties right off. “You think I want to see what a slut you are? I already know what a little fucking cunt you are!” He was panting and I could feel his hard dick pressing up against my bare ass. I was dizzy and my face was pouring blood. He was forcing his cock into my tight pussy, it was dry and unwilling but he was making it go in and I could barely fight it. He fucked me harder and harder hearing me cry and cussing the whole time…I knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d have his friends join in on using me too…and I just took it, like I always do.
Snuff sex
So my mom is at it again having random men spend the night. I do not even know where she meets these men. I go to sleep in my room and I am always woken up with a hard cock pressed against my lips. I do not even get a chance to scream because their cocks quickly penetrate each hole and they do not even hesitate to cut off my air by either choking me or shoving their dicks so far down my throat that it clogs up my wind pipe.
Well on this particular night, the man my mom brought home, snuck into my room like they always do. He has a big knife though with him. He told me he was going to make me scream. He also told me he was going to make me a bloody mess that got her holes stretched to their limit. I was lucky- he proclaimed. I of course asked why and pleaded for him to spare me.
He had no mercy and told me with deep black eyes that after he gets done fucking me, he is going to slowly watch the life drain out of my eyes. I am lucky because this will be my last memory, of some man wanting to fill my holes. I will be used up and in desperate need to be discarded of. I wonder if I can do anything to convince him other wise.
Poor Little Thing
I saw him walking in the park, pushing the stroller in front of him. She looked just like him in miniature. Striking up a conversation about how cute she was had him spilling his guts in no time. His wife died during the birth and he was left alone and caring for her. If my heart wasn’t so fucking black I might have felt sorry for him. But all I could think of was how my pussy was dripping as I imagined her little body covered in blood by his hands. The anguished look that would cover his face as he lost her too. The pain in his voice as he tells me he wants to die. And the pleasure it will bring me to keep him alive and suffering for a while. Offering him a home cooked meal was the ticket to getting him right where I wanted him. Watching all my fantasies come to life was priceless. As I sit here smoking a cigarette, listening to his anguished sobs is just making me hotter. He is chained now with her lifeless body laying in front of him, tormenting him….my evil heart has no conscience.
Holy Thursday wasn’t very holy for me!
Holy Thursday, was a holy day right? More like the opposite for me! I think this day should be about sacrifice…and I’ve got just the girl in mind. Jadyn. That slut is the biggest whore of all! I knew that all those naughty, and all those sinful would appreciate such a corrupt little girl. Don’t let that pretty cute smile fool you, she knows exactly how to be the dirtiest little bitch. She knows how to take all these cocks in the most brutal way…until that little smile is no more and little Jadyn just stops breathing…but I am getting ahead of myself. I’m just ready to see the terror in her eyes as she realizes this is no regular gangbang but rather a vicious fucking sacrifice. She’ll be taking cocks up her ass and pussy one second, and choking on a nice long dick too…and then the next that cock down her throat it going to keep choking her. She won’t be able to breathe at all…and I’ll be just laughing and laughing as she struggles for air, as I see all those hands grasping her neck and choking her there too…all the while pounding those little holes…bye bye Jadyn you’ve been the best little sacrifice yet.
Mmmm what could be better than snuff sex?
Mmm…snuff sex. The best kind of fucking sex. The kind when a bitch is so damn dead finally and you feel whole again. You feel like you could cum harder, faster and better. All because finally that bitch is dead! You see…you should really never borrow money from me. I basically lend money to stupid whores that I know can’t pay me back so I can control them…use them, and kill them. This dumb bitch was no different! She came around finally begging for me to give her more time but her only ultimatum was whoring her and her whole family out to pay me back! Little did this bitch know it was going to end with my pockets full, her cunt and her little ones cunts filled with cum…and each and every one of them with dead eyes. I pimped them out to the most brutal men I knew, and made their Mommy watch her little ones holes me torn apart, all for them to turn around and make her taste her babies juices and blood on their fucking dicks. I laughed and laughed as they all struggled, just know the grand finale is cumming soon!
Good Friday for the Fire Ants…..
I finally trapped the monster who stole my car and it’s gonna be a Good Friday he won’t live to forget. I’ve starved him in my dungeon for only a week now with nothing but vinegar to drink. I’ve made him jerk off 25 times for my amusement. Teach that fucker to leave condom wrappers in my car. He’s crazy with fear and hunger, willing to say anything I tell him to live. I fuck with him, making him renounce his God, though he isn’t even Christian.
I put a rope around his wrists and drag him outside, 200 acres away from civilization. I walk him in circles, kicking him. Knocking him down over and over. Hey, what better way to celebrate Easter than a good old fashioned re-enactment of the Play. I kick him in the teeth and he is drooling blood. Unlike Christ, his crown is one of barb wire, with sharpened steel spikes that spear the flesh, digging in clear to the brain. I’ve driven tacks into his sandals so that each step draws blood, calling the fire ants. I grab my riding crop and cut lashes into his back. I hate fucking thieves. I’m feeling demented and creative. I see an old landscape timber rotting in the grass. I make him pick it up and carry it over his head. I feel giddy with religious energy. The effort makes him cry and beg. The fire ants are climbing his bloody rags now, biting him, taking to their special hell.
You didn’t really think I was gonna nail him to a cross, did ya? That’s so cliche. I’m just gonna nail some spikes into a 2×4 and knock him across the head with it. Leave the asshole lying there in the dust. Let the fireants and the varmints to do the rest. Aint no justice like MY justice.
Choked Out
I was in a sound sleep. The first sleep I have gotten in days after my husband decided to go on a beating binge. Just like he did when we first got married all them years ago. He was the sweetest guy and it was like a switch flipped the first week into our marriage. He would go on for weeks throwing me around the house punching me with his fists and pounding me with his cock. The it would suddenly stop. Well it is happening again. About a week ago he came home he kicked the living hell out of me and even cause me to lose a tooth. Of course when his rage ended I went to the dentist and had to have it fixed. He made sure I was not going to be an old toothless whore. So after my procedure they sent me home with some medication. I am not used to taking these pain killers but I will say this. The put me into a deep sleep and I finally was able to rest this old beat down body. That was until I woke up with a cock shoved down my throat. What woke me up was my air way was restricted with his swollen dick head. It had my throat plugged and I could not breathe. I tried to move my head to free him from my throat but he quickly grabbed me by the head of my hair and held me there just until he seen my eyes starting to shut as I was losing consciousness and beginning to see little black dots. He would let me catch my breath just enough to keep me from falling out then he would ram his rod back down my throat. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take I tried to mumble that I was dizzy and the room was starting to spin but just then thankfully he busted his shooting it right down my throat filling my stomach up with his hot sticky mess. I was thankful he was satisfied for the moment and I was able to get that much needed rest, because I knew it would not e long before I was at the hand of his desire.
Drawing snuff porn comics with Morticia
Do you find yourself drawing snuff porn comics? I daydream about hurting a worthless fucking bitch every single day. I draw out my little schemes with him going to torture this fucking whore. Like Thailand dirty little bitch up and fisting her tight asshole. Shoving my arm all the way into her ass. It turns me on drawing these comics. Thinking about the snot running from their nose, the tears running down her face as she screams for mercy. Drawing those out and planning my stuff makes me so fucking horny. Do you get turned on by thinking about what you’re going to do to somebody. Thinking about how it would feel to watch The Life slip from their eyes? Call me if you do, I think we could have some fun together. I want to know what you would do to a bitch. How you would find her and bring her to me. Lets have some snuff fun together.
Water Day Observation Sex
I had never heard of World Water Day, but apparently it was today. Daddy informed me we were observing this strange holiday. The observation is about Water at Work and highlights different areas of employment that worked with water. I had no idea how we would observe this, but I knew better than to question Daddy. He led me into the large downstairs bathroom. I seen several different fucking devices set up. The bathtub was completely full of water, and a hose, with a pressure nozzle on the end, was stretched from the shower .
A man was in the middle of the bathroom waiting for me. He advised me he was my Water Master and ordered me to lay atop the glass covered bathtub. He advised Daddy he was going to teach him some of the finer points of water torture. He approached my pussy with a fucking machine that had a large phallus on one end. He inserted it into my dripping cunt and turned the speed on high. It was fucking me so hard! I was getting close to coming when suddenly I felt a huge gush in my pussy. The water hose was attached to the fake cock and it was shooting hard and deep inside my pussy. It was a feeling unlike any other.
My Water Master spent hours playing with m y body with water in varying ways. He sprayed me with the jets, fucked me with the water cock, submerged me into the ice cold bath, holding me under, and laughing as I struggled to find some air. The last thing I remember his laughing face was above me, I was under water, and suddenly I felt a shock ripple through my body. Apparently my sadistic master liked mixing electricity with water. I must have faded out after the electrical current surged through my body, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed several hours later and my body was sore everywhere. What a strange holiday and observation.