Category: Snuff porn

Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex calls get me wet. I hate to be aroused by such dark fantasies, but I am. The reoccurring one is that I am a single mother asleep at night and an intruder forces my sons to fuck me while he watches at gun point. Sick, I know. Like, what kind of mother does that make me. It makes me a coked up mommy whore. I told this guy I get high with my fantasy. We were both fucked up and telling tales. I did not for a moment think he would take what I said literally and try to do something about it. Hell, I did not think he would even remember. Last night, I was asleep in my bed. I was home alone though because my sons and my husband are on a ski trip. The boys are out of school all week because of the below zero temperatures, so my husband thought it would be a great time to take advantage of the nearby slopes. I do not ski. Me and cold weather do not get along at all. I heard a noise and thought maybe they came home early. I went into to living room expecting to see my husband, but I saw Mike the junkie I got high with the other day. He was not alone. He brought several men and they jumped me as soon as I made eye contact with them. They ripped my clothes off and burned them. Luckily, they did not catch the house on fire. They called me a fire crotch because of my flaming red hair even though I have a bald pussy. It was a gangbang rape porn. My sons were not there, but all these other dudes were calling me mommy. It was violent and brutal. One guy pulled my arm so hard he dislocated my shoulder. I was battered, bruised and bloodied by the time they left. Let this be a warning. Do not tell a junkie your fantasy. 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesDo you have murder phone sex fantasies?  I hope so. I am full of them. People think I am full of rage if I want to kill so many people. Not at all. I just like killing. I do not kill folks I hate or have beef with because that is a trail that leads back to me. I have gotten revenge, but it has been years later and usually done by an accomplice. I like to trade murders. That is where I kill someone who I have no affiliation with for you. And you return the favor. This has long been movie plots, LOL, but it is my way of taking out the trash from my life safely. I am smart and I am patient. That is how I never get caught. Crimes of passion are almost always solved. I met Mark online in a dark net chat room. He had a problem he needed fix. He was looking for a gun for hire to take care of his wife who was milking his millions away in an expensive divorce. He would be suspect number one if he did not have an airtight alibi for the night of her murder. It took me awhile to stalk her and kill her, but that was two years ago. I went to Miami to kill her while he was in Phoenix. I made it look like a robbery gone bad. I told him one day I would need a favor and he could not refuse. I did his murder for hire for free because I knew a day would come when I had a problem that I needed taken care of too. My problem was a former teacher in high school who tried to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me when I was young. He did not count on me being smarter than him at that age. Even though he was never able to fuck me, I told him one day my revenge would come when he least expected it. I waited almost 20 years for my revenge, and I used Mark to do it. I really wanted to be the one, but it could have come back on me. I thought Mark might balk at it but when I told him the why, he was glad to help. He even castrated the bastard for me. That was his touch. Sexual mutilation is always a female suspect in the eyes of cops, but I would be in the clear. So far no one has come asking questions. Mark and I got away with murder. I will always get away with murder because I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch. 

Crazy Curation

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I have a huge collection of old, homemade snuff porn that provides a perfect ambience for some sick and twisted fun.  The dim illumination and tinny sound of an old TV blaring out the screams and grunts of the hapless onscreen suckers are the ultimate way to evoke a real reaction out of a random innocent while barely lifting a finger.  It’s the perfect accompaniment to all of the depraved debauchery we have planned for our virtuous victims.

All of the meathooks and spiked ball gags in the world are no good if the dupe doesn’t really believe they’re in danger.  I like it when they truly think they are about to die, they get a look on their face that you just don’t see anywhere else.  Letting them see a snuff movie of some sympathetic simp being degraded and eviscerated by a vile villain takes their expression from fake scared to fully frantic in a palpitating heartbeat, which makes my pussy tingle and twitch with excited anticipation.  And all I had to do was simply hit the play button.

I have stacks and stacks of snuff on VHS, I’ll never run out of mangled meat and bloody bruises to project for a patsy.  Some I found on the black market, some were passed down to me, but regardless of how I came across any of it, it’s all perfect material for making our mark feel like they are in real, mortal danger.  And who knows, maybe they are.

Sometimes we get a bit excited and cut a little too deep or strangle a little too hard and literally fuck our foolish playtoy within an inch of their life.  Bleeding out and being banged to death is scary enough, but you add a soundtrack of screaming, pleading, crunching and groaning and a grayish blue overlay to light it all up and it takes it to a whole new horrifying level.  Sometimes it can even be the difference in if they piss themselves or not and nothing makes my pussy drip more than making some stupid, chaste chump uncontrollably urinate, it shows me that our torture sex has really made them lose all control.

I cherish my crazy curation and look forward to adding to it.  Maybe it’s even time to start making some movies of our own.  What do you say, you in?

 

Born a Snuff Porn Slave

snuff pornI am built for snuff porn. My dad used to tell me I was built for fucking. I think he envisioned me as a grown woman when I was just a schoolgirl to justify the horrible things his friends and him would do to me. I had an awful experience growing up. My youth was riddled with abuse. I ran away as a young teen girl. I do not know if my father or mother are still alive. Hell, I might have siblings. My friends have told me to do the 23 and Me DNA testing thing to see if I have any relatives. I have considered it, but I am afraid my father is still out there. I know he would be so angry. He might even kill me. I was his cash cow as a teen girl and his get out of jail free card. He would offer my holes up to his poker buddies every time he lost. I was offered up to cops to turn the other way too when he did something illegal too. No one ever turned down jail bait pussy. If the Internet was as big as it is now, I have no doubt my father would have pimped me out online too. When I finally had the guts to run away, I ran fast and far to make sure he would never find me again. He haunts my dreams. I wake up in a hot sweat many nights a week afraid I will see him standing over my bed with his cock out ready to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me again. Men think they can treat me as their snuff doll and break me. Like I am afraid of anything they can bring. No one was worse than my father. He broke me years ago. I guess because he still haunts me, and I fear him finding me, I am still his slave. 

My Pussy Bit His Cock Off

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Demoness Indigo invested themselves in a little sick fantasy lately where my cunny has sharp teeth deep inside, and any man I try to seduce will only have his cock gobbled off and swallowed up by my starving, monstrous cunt! It’s a hot role play I can really get the fuck into! My pussy chews that amputated cock off and spits it out like jelly! I can then take this to a whole other level of fucked up, just the way Frank Oo’Myer likes me to! He’s my little victim slut who loves when I make my pussy spit that bloody, ground up cock out and put it in a bowl for him to eat!

Frankie boy says it’s the strawberry topping he always wanted. While he’s sobbing from my literal cunt from chomping off his cock, I’m spoon feeding him ice cream that’s covered in the ground up remains of his once proud penis. I’m making him cannibalize himself because he’s worthless and he deserves to rot in hell like the piece of shit he is! I won’t stop at his cock, though! I’m going to shove his balls deep into my cunt so my little pussy teeth can chomp his sac into fucking oblivion!

 

Violent Phone Sex

Evil Phone Sex with My Stepson, His Friends and Their Hairy Beasts

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My stepson makes my evil phone sex callers look like choir girls. Seriously, though he is sick mother fucker. I only see his Dr. Jekyll side. My husband only sees Mr. Hyde. I tried to tell my husband once about his son’s truly evil ways, but he did not want to hear or believe anything I was saying. I have learned to shut my mouth and let my stepson use me whenever he wants. Not like I have a choice. What my stepson wants, he gets. I was asleep in bed last night, next to his father, when his text woke me up. It was a 911 text and that is never good. Not for me at least. I snuck out of the house and went to his place. He was not alone. He had friends over. Male friends and 4-legged friends. I had a pit in my stomach. I am not a furry friend lover, and he knows that. These men came armed with hairy beasts with red rockets. Those beasts looked like they could tear me in two. I saw the camera. He was going to make a gangbang rape porn with me as the star. The costars would be man and beasts. I begged for some coke first. At least he had the decency to do that before masters and beasts mounted me. I tried to act like I enjoyed it for his viewers, but they liked it better when I did not enjoy it. I thought about something else as best as I could. I had man and beast nutting inside my fuck holes and drooling down my back. I felt so violated and dirty. The bit coins were popping though, which made my stepson happy. Masters and their best furry friends gang banged me, making him more than enough money to cover his gambling debts. He will never stop gambling because he has an instant taboo phone sex cash cow to cover his debts and save his life.

Home Invasion Takes a Bloody Knife Turn

taboo phone sexI broke into the wrong house…I had the idea to steal some money from who I thought was a family friend but I had another thing coming when I busted the glass door thinking nobody was home. I already cut my hands on the glass before I felt myself being grabbed and the next thing was a sharp knife to my throat from a mysterious, naked man behind me. He whispered that I fucked up and was thrown to the floor. My head made a sick thudding noise and I heard a crunch from somewhere in my body. The knife was driven into my left tit and I thought everything was silent until I realized I could only hear my blood-curdling screams. My right tit was cut into next and then straight down my stomach. This naked man cut off my black sweat pants and took one good look at my pussy before driving his knife into my cunt next! He had to make it looser for his monster dick to play out his rape fantasy on my bloody cunt. My screams never stopped, and that’s how it ended.

Killer Phone Sex Electrocution

killer phone sexIt is no secret that I love killer phone sex. It is in my genes. My grandpa ran a prison. He was responsible for 253 executions in his prison over the 20 years he ran it. I have his electric chair. I use it mainly for castration, but every now and then, I hook up the currents so I can kill a loser. I fired the chair up last night for a special guest. My grandpa told me all about how to prepare a subject for the electric chair and how to operate it. There are many things the public does not know about death by electrocution. First, the death row inmate is bathed and completely shaved. That includes the hair on his head and body. I prepare my personal death row inmate for electrocution by shaving every ounce of hair off his body. That includes his nut sack, ass crack and pubes. Electrocuted bodies are messy. My grandpa said to put a butt plug in the inmate’s ass, so he does not shit all over the place. Once my loser was shaved and cleaned, I put him in the chair with the butt plug in. I then slipped a catheter in his pee hole to prevent him from pissing everywhere. I put a leather strap in his mouth, so he did not bite his tongue off with the first electrical current. I strapped his head, chest, wrist, and ankles to the chair, so that his body would not levitate off the chair. I did not have the standard volts to course through his veins, but that did not matter. This was a snuff porn, not a federal execution. I do not have to adhere to the rule of no cruel and unusual punishment. I live for cruel and unusual punishment. So, I made the electrocution last for a harrowing 20 minutes instead of the industry standard of 30 seconds. The smell of burning flesh and the look on a man’s face as his brain is frying, is foreplay for me. I can still smell burnt flesh in my house. Helps me relive my special late-night kill over and over.

My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? It is okay to admit them to me. I get sexually aroused when you share your rape fantasies with me. Can I tell you mine? Well, one of mine because I have so many. One of my reoccurring fantasies is a gang bang. I imagine I am in a seedy night club. I drink one too many sex on the beaches and the next thing I know, I am being gang banged in the club bathroom on a dirty floor. Not just one guy either. Like 10 horny men ravaging me, even tying me up. I always get super wet thinking about or watching gangbang rape porn. I think it inspires my dark fantasies. I met this guy at the club last night. And I had drank way more tequila than normal. He asked me to tell him a deep dark fantasy. I spilled the beans about my gang bang rape fantasy. An hour later, I was in that club bathroom with about 8 men. Strangers. I knew none of them. The guy I was flirting with orchestrated it all. He did not fuck me, however. He said he just wanted to watch a whore have her nasty fantasy cum true. He did tie me up however just in case I did not like the reality of my wicked fantasy. I did not like it. These were not handsome men. These were middle-aged men with bear guts, small dicks and male pattern baldness. Men not hot enough for me, but that was what Trey got off on. He made this all happen because his sick fantasy was watching a girl get gang banged in a dirty bathroom. They fucked me too. In every hole I have. Cum oozing out of me. They choked me, slapped me and spanked me. The last thing to happen before they left me on the dirty floor was Trey cumming in my face. He thanked me for helping his fantasy cum true, then they laughed at me and left.