Category: Snuff porn

Snuff movies with fatty was my punishment for loving BBC

Snuff moviesSnuff movies my Master makes are particular. He is an artist, and he makes some really wild masterpieces. He likes to use me in a lot of shots, and since I am so well behaved and follow his every command. But I made a big mistake and got severely punished. It is just so hard not to cum on big black cock. See, he wanted to use me in a violent gangbang scene, where I would be getting it hard by BBC, and then offer up my little sister to the pack, and then they would fuck her to death.
However, it didn’t go as planned because when those black cocks were fucking me like wild animals, it was too hard to act, as I hated it. They were definitely so fucking big, and they were really rough on my holes, but it felt too fucking good. I came so much on their cocks, and unfortunately, I didn’t act the way I was supposed to.
Master Daddy got really mad at me, and he had every right. I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me right then and there. He stopped recording, told the guys to leave, and beat the shit out of me. He said he would have killed me if he didn’t have a backup plan; that’s a way better punishment than taking me out.
Oh boy, did he have something way worse in mind than killing me. The Torture sex plan was with his friend Fatty Patty. See my Master Daddy is a feeder, and his gainer is over 400 pounds and counting. She is so disgusting. I could smell her before he even opened the door to her room. He made me feed her pounds of fast food, including a whole chicken dinner.
And then I had to go down on her. God, she smelled so fucking bad. He had those BBCs fucking her days before me, and he doesn’t like when she showers. A dead body smells better than her. But I took my punishment, and I think he got a better shot anyway because the girl who played my little sister was smothered by Fatty Patty’s stinky fat pussy.

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.

Snuff phone sex slut Stephanie

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Try all you want Mr. B, I know that you can’t get our fucked up snuff phone sex calls out of your head! Like I do with so many other men, I’ve gotten into your brain and settled in like a parasite. I’ve planted seeds for all of my fucked up desires and watched them grow with every naughty, blood filled call. Now, all you can think and obsess over is hunting that bitch and her family down. You want to torture her not just physically but mentally as well by making her watch while we snuff out her mom and little sister before moving on to her. I know how badly you want to pound your dick while she’s screaming and I’m shoving pieces of her mutilated mother and sister down her throat. We’ve talked about it so many times and it gets more and more intense and irresistible each time. By now, the details should be as burned into your brain as the fantasy images of her little sister’s head bouncing up and down on your dick like a blood covered pocket pussy! You know, the calls where I slice pieces of that little bitch’s flesh off with my knife and feed them to you while you fuck her empty eye sockets? That one always makes my evil pussy drip and I’m going to keep feeding you and men just like you, these ideas until you finally go snuff her out and let me listen on the other end of the phone. 

 

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Accomplices Take Care of Everything

babysitter phone sexIt’s no secret that I’ve been a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club for a couple years now. As a master of disguise, I can pass myself off as a professional nanny or babysitter. I’ve got a slew of fake IDs because I grew up in the seedy underworld of perversion. And I met a few people who seem very skilled at creating fake IDs.

 So, when a client approaches me for assistance with a young girl, I just pick an ID, change my appearance, and apply for the job with the adorable brat that best resembles what my client wants.

Charlie wanted a young blonde little schoolgirl. Sweet and innocent looking. Think of the girl next-door. I found a few matching his description and I took some screenshots. And he picked them in the order he wanted them. So, I applied for three babysitting positions, and I got the one with the little angel he wanted the most. If a man has a rape phone sex fantasies for something young and sweet, I will help him get it. I planned everything.

But this was not just a night gig. I stayed in their home for three days while they dealt with a death in the family. And I watched their baby girl. But I got her fucked too. The key to doing something like this is the right accomplice. Somebody like me who knows how to make a little cocktail that erases a young girl’s memory. And proper cleanup. I gave the girl a good night cocktail and I put a tarp under her bed so her virgin blood would not stain her sheets.

I am a Bad Babysitter Accomplice Who Can Help You Fuck a Young Girl

So, Charlie came over around midnight after the girl fell asleep and the drugs kicked in. And he fucked her. She stayed passed out for most of it except for a few moans. He paid me and left. And I cleaned her up. I sucked the cum out of her tiny little pussy. Washed her up. And disposed of the tarp. I put some ice on her little swollen pussy to help heal it. I had two more days to act normal.

 She complained that her little pussy hurt when she peed the next day, but I told her she likely just had a bladder infection or something. And I gave her some cranberry juice and some Tylenol. So, if the parents take her to the doctor or something, I still don’t think they find out she lost her virginity. She’d pee in a cup and get some antibiotics.

But I don’t think anybody know that she served as teen rape porn slut for a dirty daddy and a bad babysitter. Hell, the girl won’t remember what we did to her. Plus, the cum would be gone by thing. And if they do figure it out, they would look for a different person than me, a person who does not exist. And that’s because I’m a very smart and savvy accomplice.

Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives

taboo phone sexThe life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.

And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.

With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.

Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.

This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine

I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.

A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.

One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead

Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.

I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.

I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.

Force Me To Take It Up The Ass

Ass rape porn I can’t get enough Ass rape porn. After my first time being fucked in the ass it has become a fetish, I love being fucked up the ass, at first it hurt a little bit but once he got it all the way in I fucking loved it. My foster daddy forced his cock in my ass as a punishment, little did he know I fucking love it, I beg him to stop, scream bloody murder as he stuffs his big cock deeper and deeper into my asshole, that really gets him going, his cock gets stiffer every time I beg him to stop, I am cumming so fucking hard as he forces his perverted cock deep in my shit chute, he ask if I had enough and I say yes, knowing he is just going to drill deeper in my shit hole. Slaps reign down on my ass cheeks as I scream louder, his big balls tighten up and he cums so hard in my now gaping asshole. He tells me every time I make his cock hard that I will get his stiff cock deep in my ass. So now I am sitting here thinking of ways to give him a boner so he can force his cock in my tight asshole, any suggestions? 

Mutilation Phone Sex Nightmare: Be Careful What You Ask For, Loser

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns a sick bitch on. And I’m serious. I love to mutilate the human body. And I do it both while the body still breathes and postmortem too. I like to inflict maximum pain. It’s just sort of sexy. And I especially enjoy sexually mutilating individuals. I use it as a form of revenge and karma. If a male predator tries to take advantage of me or somebody that I consider a friend, I’m going to destroy their junk and I’m going to make it hurt.

And sometimes men pay me to mutilate their junk. David paid me for what I would consider extreme cock and ball torture. I meet pain sluts all the time. And most of them chase their next high. They just need a sick bitch like me to torture their cocks and balls to find their pain threshold.

 And I could do that shit all day and all night. So, I showed up at his place with my cock and ball torture sex kit. It included razor blades, a box cutter, castration bands, pliers, and a hammer and a wrench too.

Plus, I brought a ton of knives. And some of my favorites too. I tied him down even though he told me it was not necessary. It’s always necessary to restrain your victim. They often experience a change of heart, or they try to fight you

Either way I consider it a smart move to restrain my victim. Dave seemed willing until the pain felt too extreme for him. They always think they can handle it, but they never can. Pussies nothing but pussies in this world.

Be Careful What You Ask For, You May Get it and More

I put the castration band on him primarily just to stop the spray of blood from going everywhere. Although I never mind blood splatter most men don’t want to clean blood off their walls or their ceilings.

This guy had his own little torture table set up with castration bands, knives, a hammer, and even a sickle too. Now that looked interesting. I have one at home, but it’s rather large. I wanted to play with it. So, I used it to remove his left testicle, and he let out a bloodcurdling screen that sounded deafening. Oops, I told him as I removed a ball.

I used a knife to skin it. I removed his other testicle using a razor blade. Now that made a mess. Once I removed his ball, I put it in this vice clamp and squeezed it flat. Blood and sinew splattered our faces. But I looked at him and reminded him that he paid me for this extreme pain and torture.

I saw no way out for him. I told him I could throw in death if he wanted. But he told me he did not want to die. He just wanted to wish he was dead and there’s a difference. I told him that it sounded like semantics. But I let him live. However, he will live without balls. And I carved my name into his dick and on his chest as a constant reminder to be careful of what you wish for.

But I am unforgettable. Once a sadistic phone sex bitch mutilates your junk, you never forget her. So let me ask you. If you paid me to mutilate your cock and balls would you forget me?

Accomplice Phone Sex Keeps a Bitch Busy

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex kept me busy this weekend. So many men paid me to help them fuck some young skank. I like money. So, I took their money and helped them with their rape fantasies. While wives went shopping, young girls found themselves left all alone. That made them easy pray for a sexy accomplice, and her male pervert partner.

Daniel jacks off thinking of the neighbor girl. She gets on her trampoline in these little booty shorts and cock teases him through her window. He said one day she flashed him her little titties and she had a grin on her face while she did it. And she’s been doing that for years to him.

She practices cheerleading in the backyard. Sometimes she even invites her hot teen slut girlfriends over. He can only take so much teasing before he looks up women like me to help make a teen rape porn.

I followed her for a few days just to check out her normal habits. And I decided Friday would be the perfect day to take her. Her father went to work and her mother went shopping. She was home from school. And by herself.

 I have a hacker friend who helped me send a text spoofing the number of one of her girlfriends. Poising as her bestie, I asked her to meet at Starbucks, but I grabbed her before she got there. And I took her to this camper my client rented for the week. A mobile porn studio of sorts.

Young Girls Who Cock Tease Older Men Risks Their Lives

She seemed shocked to see her neighbor. And I told her it was too late to play the innocent girl next-door after years of cock teasing him. And I stripped her naked waiting for him. Now he didn’t think she was a virgin, but I know teen girls.

The biggest cock teases possess the less amount of sexual experience. They think it’s safe to flirt with older married men. Dumb bitches. Those are the men they should never tease because grown men have money to pay somebody like me to help them with their cock teasing neighbor girls.

I told Daniel to do whatever he wanted to her. Now I knew she would not survive this. She couldn’t survive this because that brat would’ve told her parents and the authorities about what her neighbor did to her. And that would lead to me. So, she needed to die.

But not too soon. I wanted him to enjoy her tight little holes before I killed her. He didn’t sign up for murdering her, but I had to explain to him the risks of letting her live. While he was balls deep in her, I slit her throat. I thought he might stop fucking her, but he told me her pussy just got tighter. She took her last breath. Turns out a guy next-door enjoys sex with dead bodies. At least her dead body.

I took care of everything afterwards. The cleanup and the disposal of the body. And he went back home. Although I’m sure the police will question him about her disappearance,  he’ll just play them. I took risks so he could enjoy the fun. And I’ll take the risks so you can have your fun too.

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Way For Pleasure

First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats. 

What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.

Sadistic Phone Sex, It’s What Gets Me Off

Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster.  I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic. 

Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack! 

By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.

Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick. 

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Bondage Phone Sex Slave Blair is Up for Auction

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.

I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.

Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.

The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.

One of These Days I Will Die for a Fix

However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.

The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.

They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.

I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.