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Snuff Porn Thanksgiving Meal

snuff pornI was in an evil snuff porn mood yesterday. It was Thanksgiving and I was hungry. A special kind of hunger. Holidays deserve special meals. I went hunting for the perfect white meat when I saw him. He was portly and unattractive. But I wasn’t going to fuck him. I was just going to eat him. When it comes to a good meal, you want extra meat on those bones. I prefer man meat for a few reasons. One, they rarely dye their hair or use super sweet smelling shit on their bodies. They have some muscle on them, which is leaner meat and therefore healthier.  So, when I saw him, I licked my lips. I had found my perfect meal for Thanksgiving. He seemed happy a woman was even talking to him. I think he understood he was going to serve me better dead than alive. He went willingly with me to my house. He also never fought me when I shaved his body. I think he knew his calling was to be my supper. I let him soak in a hot tub of butter and seasonings. His flesh was tender enough to eat then, but I am not a rare meat kind of girl. I put him in the oven.  He was so pathetic he never even fought being cooked alive. He smelled good as he cooked too. I used just the right seasonings. I think he had cannibalism phone sex fantasies and just gave in to me because he knew he was of better use to me dead than alive. I had a great meal. He turned out perfectly cooked and seasoned. I guess I would have liked a little bit of a struggle just for the thrill. The best things in life don’t come easy. Perhaps, you will put up more of a fight than my Thanksgiving meal did?

Torture Sex Thanksgiving

torture sexTorture sex Thanksgiving? I thought I was in a bad dream, but when I arrived to help cook the bird, I got stuffed. Stuffed by huge cocks and fists, not to mention a variety of objects not meant for the pussy or ass. There was no one else at the house. My step son tricked me into arriving hours early, so he could abuse me. He wanted to stuff my ass until it hurt. He bound me like a turkey. My arms were pinned behind my back and I was sitting on my legs in an extremely uncomfortable position. My ass was exposed for abuse. I was making a Thanksgiving ass rape porn. He is such a sadistic fuck. He fucked my ass with a huge turkey bone. He even tried to to make a wish with my legs by spreading them as far as he could to fist my pussy. He had a ball gag in my mouth, so the neighbors wouldn’t hear my screams. I thought he might cook me and serve me to my family for Thanksgiving, but after I was bloody and gaping, he released me and ordered my ass in the kitchen to start the meal. When the rest of the family arrived, I knew better than to say shit or the next time the abuse would be worse. My step son loves to take his anger out on me. I am here for you too. Hate your family? Abuse a dirty milf and you will feel better. That is what my step-son says.

Daddies Little helper

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I am the best accomplice phone sex slut ever. I learned early on how to be an asset to a wicked man. My stepdad was handsome and stern. My mom would work long shifts and leave me with him. My new stepdad quickly overpowered me and treated me like his pet slave. He would tell me what to do in every situation. Eventually, things became dark. He would make me spread my legs while he would thrust my twat full force until I was screaming. The more pain I was in, the better he came. Once I endured enough pain, he would make me bring friends over. My devilish daddy new I had tolerance and wanted me to ruin whores for him. We would have fun drugging my friends and using their bodies.

Extreme Fetish Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexIt was raining last night. I was on an old dark road. I got lost coming home from a party at a friend’s house.  My car skidded off the road. I hit my head. I got confused and foggy. A stranger helped me, but I passed out. I woke up in a strange house. I had on different clothes. I went to ask where I was and what happened, but my lips would not open. They were sealed shut. I thought they were glued, but he showed me in a mirror. I screamed but no sound came out. He stitched my lips shut. He said he was turning me into a doll, a life-sized sex doll. As my memory came back, I realized I didn’t have an accident. He ran me off the road. He tied my arms above my head. This was extreme bondage phone sex. I was restrained and mute. I knew he couldn’t skull fuck me, but he made use of my other holes. One hole was his favorite. It wasn’t my ass or my pussy. It was my pee hole. It hurt like a bitch. Never have I had anything so large crammed down my pee hole. My urethra was not made for a ten-inch cock. No one’s urethra is made for that. I was crying, ugly crying from the pain. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I couldn’t plead with words, so I tried to plead with my eyes and my body. He was in no hurry to let me go. He poured his Jack Daniels down my pee hole because he didn’t want any germs from a disease ridden skank whore. That is what he said as he force fucked my pee hole, the tiniest hole on my body. I was hoping he would kill me, but he knocked me out and dropped me off at the local hospital. I woke up in a hospital this morning pretty banged up. I was drugged, but I know what happened to me wasn’t a dream. I was peeing blood as proof.

Liar, Liar, Bitch On Fire

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I suppose everyone knows what tomorrow is.  It’s Thanksgiving.  Little families all gathered around a fucking bird to gorge themselves senseless. Hard to run when your gut is distended.  I am not one for tradition, in case you haven’t figured that out.  I like to celebrate this holiday doing something I only do once a year.  I’ll give you a hint to what that is … read the title of this blog.

It all started when I was still in school.  We were studying Barbarians in History class.  I remember thinking how fucking badass these bastards where.  You had the Visigoths, Huns, Vandals, Saxons, Avars, Picts, Burgundians, and Franks.  Those are not all of them of course, but those are some of my favorites.  The most intriguing part of this tiny section of History is all of the wonderful ways of torturing someone that came into being. 

We did not really go over the torture parts, I learned that on my own.  They excited me, so much so that I wanted to try my own method.  Even back then I really didn’t care about right or wrong. I knew/know what it is, I just don’t give a shit about it.  That brings us to Tee, that isn’t anywhere near her real name, but Tee liked to exaggerate.  If you had a toothache, her asshole blew up as her hand was cut off by a chainsaw while a shark chomped down her left tit.  You know the type.  This got on my fucking nerves, I cannot stand liars.  Not in the least.

I invited Tee over once.  She just would not shut the fuck up.  My Mom even left, not just the room, but the fucking house. Told me that she would be back in five hours, and if Tee left before that to just call the bar and let her know.  To be fair, before anything happened I gave her a warning, but did she listen? Nope.  I said something like that some day those stories that she told would get her into trouble, then she went on to tell another lie filled tail. Which was fine because I knew that she wouldn’t listen to me.  I told her that we had to take some stuff out to the burn barrel. She picked up the stuff and we went out there. 

In no time there was a pretty good fire roaring.  It was very cold outside so getting her to stand closer to the barrel was easy.  Then I just grabbed the back of her neck and pushed hard.  She tripped, knocked over the burn barrel, and got burnt.  Ooops.  She was screaming like crazy, I was thinking too bad it didn’t scorch her stupid mouth.  She looked up at me, I went around her and stomped out the fire on the grass.  She was crying and holding out her arm.  The skin was peeling, she was shaking like crazy.  It was a pretty good wound. 

My neighbor saw her trip and knock over the barrel.  He didn’t see me push her of course, but he did see her get burned.  He ran right over to where we were standing.  He left to go and call for help.  I squatted down and smiled at her.  She said that I did that on purpose, I said, “I sure did.” I wasn’t going to deny it, as I said, I hate liars.  However, I did let her know that if she ever lied, or exaggerated again that the next time it would be her tits, and if I was in a great mood her pussy too.  She turned white. 

The rest of the time I spent with her in school she was quiet.  She would talk, but she wouldn’t go overboard.  I think I actually helped her make friends by doing what I did.  See, I’m not so bad after all. *laughs*

I crushed him to death

taboo phone sexI was hired to kill some asshole, his wife wanted a divorce but she wanted all the money and not just half, if you know what I mean. She wanted me to make it look like an accident so I came up with a really fantastic way to kill him. He was an avid hiker and loved to go up in the mountains all by himself so it was so easy to catch him! I tied him to poles in the ground and literally stoned him to death. I wanted it to look like he fell down a cliff and got banged up on the way down so I used different size rocks and even flipped him around and tied him in different ways. He screamed and cried of course but there was no one around to hear his pleas for mercy. It took a long time for him to die that way but I enjoyed every minute of it. I left him there exposed at the bottom of a cliff for the wild creatures to eat…

The Assault

Taboo phone sexMy cunt wasn’t ready or willing for what you were about to do. You forced your fat, rough, dry fingers through the small holes in the lace of my panties and pulled hard, effectively ripping them. You repeated the process again and the panties were gone, revealing my cunt. You ran a single finger over my soft, delicate flesh and traced it to my bare, smooth pussy. You forced your finger inside of me and twirled it slightly, testing my tightness and me to cry out. It was uncomfortable, humiliating and something I guess I have to endure if I want to live through the day. You pressed your finger further into my pussy, up to your knuckle and continued your slow rotation, forcing it in and out while your breathing grew heavier. I moved my hips, attempting to dislodge your finger from deep inside of me but you gripped the side of my ass, holding me in place as you continued your unwanted assault. You suddenly raised up on your knees and pulled down the zipper on your jeans and pulled them down. You gripped your dick in your hand and directed it towards my defenseless cunt while holding my left leg under your arm. “Stop!” I cried through tears, “Please don’t do that, please! Please…” I begged. That didn’t stop you though, it just made you rougher, more angry, and more aroused.

Thanksgiving Snuff Feast

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I was helping my mom and dad unload the groceries for our Thanksgiving dinner the night before Thanksgiving. I was getting the last bag when I was suddenly dragged away from my driveway and forcibly pushed into a van. There must have been a bag over my head because I couldn’t see a thing. I tried screaming but was knocked over the head the second I could make any sound.

I woke up in a vat of.. butter? And garlic and rosemary. My skin was freshly shaven. I began to panic. My captors came into the room and threatened to sew my mouth shut if I didn’t stay fucking quiet. I begged to know what was happening! I was scared and wanted to go home. I was dragged out of the vat and strewn naked on a table. “Well, lil girl, you are the main course!” the man cackled, sharpening his blades. Realization hit me and I began to sob.

This whole time they were marinating me in a sauce to become their thanksgiving feast. “I can’t wait to taste those yummy looking small tits.” Another voice said. My legs were spread open and my captor licked my pussy, “Yum, this will be the best part.” The butcher took his big knife and made a long slit down my body, “Maybe we’ll do BBQ ribs too!” I bled out all over the table and lost consciousness… My parents would never know that I was made into a snuff Thanksgiving feast.

Daddy’s Little Pain Slut

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Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if my daddy hadn’t trained me to be his little pain slut. Would I be a normal girl who likes normal things and goes on dates with boys who don’t want to choke me out and fuck me until I’m bruised and bleeding? At first I resisted His training. I wanted to be a good girl, a normal girl, I didn’t like pain or being forced to do disgusting and degrading things for him and his friends. Now I can’t get wet without it. Nothing makes my pussy as damp as when my daddy is fucking me from behind with a belt wrapped around my neck, a punishment plug in my ass, and  clamps around my nipples. I am his perfect pain whore and I love it. My daddy is a sadistic and evil man and I guess I’m his twisted little girl because no one makes me cum as hard as my daddy and the bizarre and cruel things he dreams up to torture me with. He is always looking for more extreme and sadistic ways to torture me. Just when I think I have reached my limit, he pushes me past it into a whole new world of pain and punishment. 

Snuff Porn Fantasies

snuff pornI have snuff porn fantasies; however, they are fantasies. I don’t really want to die. My step-son, who hates me, found my dirty diary. It is where I make my naughty confessions. Last night he made a naughty fantasy a reality for me.  For the record, it was against my will. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but he has never let that stop him. He pulled me out of a dead sleep from my bed. He dragged me by my red hair kicking a screaming to the basement. My body was sore from bouncing down the steps. I was bloodied, bruised and likely had some broken ribs. He tied me up, hung me from a beam and used me like a punching bag. I was crying and pleading for mercy, but with dead eyes, he ignored me. He punched my boobs back and forth like he was Mike Tyson. I was waiting for him to bite my ear off. He punched my face too, breaking my nose. I was starting to gag from the blood running down the back of my throat. That is when he skull fucked me. He joked about my blood being lube. When he pulled his cock out it was dripping with pre cum and my blood. He rammed his bloody dick up my ass. So much anger and hate in every thrust. I just counted the minutes until it was over, but minutes turned into hours and by that time, I was wishing I was dead.