A whole group of little whores came to our door trying to sell us cookies or some shit and it was just the perfect opportunity to kill several whores all at once. My friend and I invited them in and once that door closed they were fucked. They were all alone, no mommy there to supervise so it was almost too easy to kill them. We stripped them all naked and tied them up in so many different ways with all their tiny little fuck holes exposed and ready to be fucked. We took turns fucking them and each time I fucked a girl I put on a bigger strap on cock until finally I was using one that was two feet long, 8 inches thick and wrapped in razor wire, boy did they scream when they saw that! Their screams didn’t stop me tho, I fucked them all to death with it and now all we are worried about is what to do with all these bodies!
Category: Snuff porn
We killed them all
Taboo Phone Sex: Do You Have a Rare Creepy Fetish?
Being a taboo phone sex goddess, I encounter men with all sorts of weird fetishes. Kevin had one that was rare and beyond creepy. Have you heard of Formicophilia? It is a sexual arousal from insects and spiders. I had to look it up when he found me on the dark net. He was willing to pay me good money to make his rare fetish fantasy a reality. I am a sick bitch and a greedy one too, so I booked a session and I went to this farm known for selling all sorts of creepy crawlies. I came back with a few tarantulas. Luckily, I am not like most women. I don’t have arachnophobia. I may not like spiders, but they don’t scare me like they do most women. I took him to my kill shack in the woods just in case this turned into a snuff sex session and I had to get rid of his body. I had no clue if he would have a heart attack or not. I asked him if he wanted some whisky, but he was brave. I made him strip naked. I tied him spread eagle to my bed. I was all set to blindfold him, but he wanted to see the creepy crawlies on his body. He was a sick fuck, but he was paying me $3,000 because he was too much of a wuss to do this himself. I dumped big hairy spiders all over his body. Spiders that could bite him and send him into shock or even kill him. His body trembled, but his dick was hard. This Formicophilia really was a fetish for him. The moment one of those 8-legged freaks crawled on his dick, he started oozing pre-cum. What the fuck? He was aroused from a spider that could kill him being on his dick. He was too sick a fuck to live and reproduce. I let the spiders bite him everywhere. As the one bit his dick, he came, then went into some sort of anaphylactic shock and died with a smile on his face. Good thing I got his money up front. Think you can top his rare fetish?
My Fantasy
My fantasy is to go out with a man that seems calm and pretty pg in the bed. We go out for dinner a movie and then back to his place. But once inside his home he becomes a mean nasty sadistic son of a bitch who just wants to fuck, torture, and kill me. But not quickly I want my torture and eventual death to be slow and painful. I want to be on the brink of death and brought back to life. My cunt will be squirting. I love the hardcore shit. I have fucked so many men I lost count years ago. But the very few men that have been pg in bed I found very fucking boring and couldn’t even fake an orgasm. If you can’t treat me like a worthless piece of a shit whore than I have no interest in you.
Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies
Home invasion phone sex calls get me wet. When I was 19, I was hooking on the streets to afford my slum studio. One night, I was sound asleep when a stranger broke into my place through an open window. He attacked me in my bed. He wasn’t there to kill me or steal from me. He was there to force fuck me. I didn’t know him, but he knew me. I never knew who the man who force fucked me years ago was. I may never find out. But it was so violent, I needed medical attention afterwards. I was left bruised, battered and bleeding in my bed. I had no phone, so I could never call for help. It wasn’t until 4 days latter when a girl I hooked with came looking for me and found me. I was getting around a little, but I was covered head to toe in bruises and my ass was prolapsed. She took me to the ER and I stayed in the hospital for days. I had internal injuries. I knew something was wrong with me then. I fantasized about that violent stranger attacking me in my bed again. I got wet laying in a hospital bed romanticizing torture sex. Here I am today, over a decade later, a pain slut with a death wish because of one hot violent random home invasion.
Gangbang Rape Porn Drug Mule
I don’t think any woman starts her day off saying, “I’m gonna make a gangbang rape porn today.” It just happens. I had been all over town looking for a fix. No one wanted to trade sex for coke or give me an advance. That is when I decided to go to the Mexican part of town. It is a rough neighborhood, especially for a gringa. But I needed coke and Mexicans will give it too me, for a price of course. Jose is the leader of this drug cartel. I have never met him, but I know of him. I made a bold, desperate move and went right to his place. His goons stopped me before I could get to the door, but he heard the ruckus and came out. He told me I was a ballsy bitch. I promised if he gave me some coke, I could be a mule for him. A white soccer mom can drive anywhere under the radar. He liked the idea of me packing bricks of heroin and coke in my mom van. I had to pass a test first. They need to be sure I wasn’t wearing a wire. How they decided gangbanging me was the way, I am not sure. They stripped me naked and pulled me apart like a Twizzler. Savages. My limbs were being pulled in different directions. They rammed about 4 cocks in my ass at once. They claimed that they were searching for wires, but I know they just wanted to ensure that they could own me. I wasn’t sure I was going to leave his house, but I did. I was wobbling from the ass torture sex, but I got some coke for my troubles. I also must be drug mule from the barrio to the suburbs. They own me. I fail them, I am one dead gringa.
Last Breath
I wake up to the sound of slapping as you thrust your huge cock inside of me. I try to moan for you master, but the gag doesn’t let a sound out. That’s when I feel the sharp pain of the knife digging into my back as you shove you monstrous cock inside of my asshole. I want to tell you to dig it in deeper and use my blood to lube up your cock but I cant get a single sound out. When you see me looking back at you to watch as you fuck my tiny asshole, you hit me in the side of my head with your free hand, and I black out again. I wake up again not being able to breath due to your cock being forced down my throat. I just want you to fuck my mouth until I can’t breath anymore daddy! I want my last gasp to be as you are shooting a thick load down my throat and I lost consciousness again.
Blowtorch my tits
I only deserve the worst snuff sex! Blowtorch my tits until they melt into a mess of bones and filthy flesh. I’m such a horrible cunt and my skull deserves to be fractured with a crow bar. Take your butcher knife and slice open my throat so that my spinal cord is showing. Jerk your dick and blast cum all inside of my disgusting nearly decapitated head. You have the look of the devil in your eyes when you use me as your personal snuff rag doll. You do anything you want to me and I deserve all the fucking worst. Shatter both of my hips and pelvis with a sledge hammer while you fuck my gaping wound as you call me a fucking retarded cum guzzling cunt. Turn me into your filthy fuck puppet while you chop my limbs up into little pieces. I am so fucking worthless!
I know what you did last summer
My neighbor is a strange guy, but I have always had a thing for strange men. He is a snuff sex lover I found that out quickly. I have seen him done so many things since he moved in last spring to my apartment complex. One of the sinister things he has done would be what he did last summer. I saw him shovel up a dead body from his van. Ever since then I have been so nosey and have watched him like a hawk while playing with my cunt. One day curiosity got the best of me, and I was looking thru his windows, and that didn’t satisfy my interest. I couldn’t see a thing. Then something came over me, and I had flashes of his van. I went down to the parking garages and started to look thru his windows. His tints were so dark along with the fact that it was almost dark time I couldn’t see anything. I tried my luck and bolted the door open, and of course, it was closed. They all were. I was about to give up when I saw a hob. Right in the hob was an extra pair of keys. I couldn’t believe it I went ahead and unlocked the back door and when I opened it I was in for a shock. There were a ton of P-cock loving pics everywhere. All the girls were tots.
I knew these were his victims. I could see a dirty white shaggy rug and drugs all over. I knew he was picking up girls from the parks and school ground. I was in frozen in fear but so turned on at the though to him doing insidious things. I felt someone behind me. It was my pervert neighbor. He pushed me in and told me I shouldn’t have been snooping around. I told him I knew what he did last summer. He was about ready to end me there. I hollered out how excited I was and how badly I wanted his cock. He didn’t believe me at first, but then it clicked in that I was truthful. I told him I was nineteen and he told me I was too old for him. I smiled and said him I make a great accomplice and would make sure to give him an endless supply of young cunts for his p-cock. My pervert daddy was so turned on he started to push me down and ram his demented dick inside me. I couldn’t wait to see him have sex with dead bodies.
Snuff Porn Need
I was in a snuff porn mood, so I went hunting for a victim. I found one. He was such a pathetic loser. He wanted to buy me a drink, but his credit card declined. He had no game. He had no money. Yet, he still thought he could fuck me. He had all these smooth lines, but they were just words. I knew what to do with him. I wasn’t going to just take his balls. I was going to Lorena Bobbitt him. I am sure you know that means I planned to hack his cock off and film it. Sexual mutilation videos bring quite a lot of money. Surprisingly, the torture sex of men has a large fan base in women. Girls can be sexual sadists too. I should know, I am about as sadistic as they come. We were back at my place when I made him a drink with a knock out pill mixed inside. He was already loaded, so he went down quickly. I tied him up spread eagle on my bed under a sheet of plastic. When he woke up, I had a butcher knife at the base of his dick. I had a ball gag in his mouth, so his screams wouldn’t disturb my neighbors. They are lovely people and I didn’t want to interrupt their sleep. I told him to smile for the camera because I was filming him. He looked so fucking scared. I decided to have some fun. I cut he tip of his dick off first. There was more blood than I expected. He became ashen in color. I showed him the tip of his severed penis head before I tossed it to my pup as a treat. I dissected his cock, making the pain last before I lobbed the entire worthless thing off. He was no man to begin with. He didn’t deserve a cock or balls. I castrated him too. Not that I had too because without a dick he was never fucking again. It was just icing on the cake. He bled out eventually, but I think the shock killed him first. As he laid dead in my bed, I went back out to look for a real man to fuck. The foreplay of sexual mutilation made me super horny.
You Really Fucked Up
You stupid fuck. You couldn’t wait could you? I told you how everything would happen, but no, you went ahead without me and now you are calling me, freaking out. I already see that the fact that she is missing is Trending. Oh, and what’s this? It’s Parents are giving a press conference? With Mom crying, and Dad looking pissed off and concerned behind his crying wife. Not only that, but they have a description of your car and half of your license plate. At least you are calling me on the burner phone that I gave you. That is something.
I hear it crying in the background, you are going to have to snuff it out. What do you mean you can’t? So you can shove that dick down it’s throat and rip it’s pussy open but you can’t kill it? What the fuck dude? Alright, alright, calm down. This is what I want you to do, tie it down, tightly. Stuff something in it’s mouth. Let me know when you get that far … and hurry.
Right, now do you have a knife? A spoon? Anything with an sturdy edge? Yup, a pocket knife will work. You are going to get messy so take all your clothing off and put them far enough away that nothing will get on them. Now, I want you to cut it’s eyes out. If you can fuck it, you can do this too. Think of it as you are making yourself two new fuck holes. I swear to the Gods if you puke I’m hanging up, driving down there, and fucking killing you. Now, cut the eye lids off, you don’t want it to be able to blink a yes or no. I’ll wait…
Next, cut it’s tongue out. You figure it out. Make sure your fuck doll is leaning forward afterward or it will aspirate on it’s blood. Now, you want to find something bigger with an edge on it. You found a shovel? It will have to do. Put the edge of the spade right where the wrist meets the arm, then put your full weight down on it. You need to get rid of those hands. Wait … before you do that … did you cum in it at all? That doesn’t really matter actually, you need to clean it. I don’t know, what do you have? Tequila? That will work, make it drink it, a lot of it. Then you are going to have to pour some over what’s left of it’s genitalia, and inside of it. Anywhere you put your cock, spit or sweat. Do. Not. Miss. A. Single. Spot.
Time for the shovel. After, you use it the way I told you, you will have to use a tourniquet so you stop the bleeding. After you are done with that you leave it there, do you hear me? You leave it to wander. Gather everything you have, put it in anything you can find that won’t leak and get into the carpet of your car. Make sure that you do not transfer anything from there into your car. No dirt, no trash, nothing! Great, shove the eyes, tongue, and hands inside that old can. After we are done talking you put this phone in there too. Look around, make sure there is nothing left of you there. I don’t care if you have to crawl, you make sure nothing is left on it, or around it. Put your socks onto your hands, then untie her, then smear her blood anywhere you touched on her, using your socks. You put those in that container too.
Alright, now get in your car, slowly, you need to breath. You drive your car someplace vacant where you are able to get home. When you get home you put those clothes in the washer, you wash them on hot, dry them, then hang them up. In the morning you call the police and tell them that when you were sleeping someone stole the car. Did your wife see you leave? No? She was sleeping when you left? Let’s hope she is still asleep when you get back, or you are going to have to figure out how to explain your absence. That’s on you.
Before you leave the car you go over it, anything of it you see you get rid off. No blood, no hair, nothing, do you understand? Right, I’m hanging up now, but you get rid of that container. Put rocks in it to weigh it down and put it in the river, or bury it, or do what ever, but you never knew me, and I sure as hell do not know you. Get your clothes and go, and do what I said because I sure as fuck aren’t going to be nicked because you were a horny motherfucker who couldn’t wait. Oh, one last thing, you better eat the sim card out of this fucking phone buddy. Good-bye.