He had a torture sex fantasy. I was the perfect star. He bought me at a black market auction for bimbos. He bought me for a steal too because I had outlived my usefulness to any man. My new master immediately put chains on me. Leg irons and handcuffs too. He thought I was moving too slow. “Let’s go Bitch,” he yelled as he slapped me across the tits. I picked up the pace. I inquired where he was taking me. He informed me he was some sort of scientist. A mad scientist who was using me as his Guinea pig for a new assassination technique. He planned to inject me with some microscopic robots that would invade my heart and when I orgasmed would kill me by stopping my heart. His plan was death by orgasm. He stripped me naked, put a leather collar around my neck that kept my head from moving. I was lead downstairs into the dark death chamber basement. I was scared and aroused. A spreader bar kept me from closing my legs as he examined my wet pussy and mocked me for being aroused at my ultimate demise. He injected his mad experiment into my right thigh. I felt weird suddenly. My body was taut, restrained and spread eagle. He used a variety of instruments, including his fingers to masturbate me. As hard as I tried to think of other things, unpleasant things, I found myself aroused. My wet pussy betrayed me. He was determined to make a snuff porn with his purchased whore. I fought the pleasure, but it was impossible. I am a pain slut. Deep down, I knew I deserved to die. I had just hoped, I would not go out like this. I came. I came heard. I felt my body stiffening and soon after chest pain. In the end what gave me the most pleasure in life, killed me. What is your snuff fantasy?
Category: Snuff porn
Torture Sex Fantasy: Death by Orgasm
Another Snuff Porn Sunday
Snuff porn Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Have you ever seen the Purge movies? In those movies, folks get a pass one day a year for 12 hours to murder. It’s legal to kill. I need a day like that once a week. I have lot of pent up anger. No amount of therapy will help my tortured soul. Killing is therapy. If I kill a couple fuckatrds on Sunday, the rest of the week is not too bad to handle. Seriously, I get out a week’s anger and aggression in one day. I pick Sunday because I am not the religious kind. If anything, I worship at the house of Satan. Most Sundays, I am killing off annoying little demon seeds, so they don’t grow up to be annoying fucktards. This Sunday was different. I killed several full grown women. Twats. Grown ass women who thought they could bully me at the mall. They were older than me and complete bitches. I figured they were nagging men at home and cheating behind their backs. The kind of women who have turned you down for years. Spoiled, pampered trophy cunts that marry for security, not love. I followed them home to one of the girls’ little suburban white picket fenced dream home. It was idyllic I am sure, but I destroyed the peacefulness of that little suburban neighborhood. The paper will read something like 4 Socialites Massacred. It will bring thoughts of Charles Manson back. After I put the bitches in their place and got an apology from them, I sliced them up. Death and dismemberment in suburbia will be the name of the Lifetime movie. I went Texas Chainsaw on the women, leaving nothing but skin and bones and lots of blood. Well deserved deaths for annoying cunts no one will miss.
Whores must die
My friend invited Macey and me over to snuff out the new girls in the neighborhood. A little promiscuous bunch moved next door. We could see all types of guys come in and out. My friend invited Macey and I and wanted us to lure the three sluts over. We wanted to give them a home welcoming to the neighborhood. In actuality, we were just going to fuck the whores up and do some wicked snuff stuff with the twats. The three girls were dressed up like complete prostitutes ready for dick. Macey and I got all three fucked up and ready to be used. It was so hot to see them beg for mercy. None of them were going to leave without being subjected to snuff sex. Having three whores tied up is hard work, but it was so fucking hot to see the blood sweat and tears stream. We were going to make sure they each got our masters cock till they all died. Watching them choke out and taking their last breath. 
Snuff Sex by Suffocation
Snuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face. I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.
Deflowering a virgin
The task was quite simple I had to bring a virgin to my master so he could have endless snuff sex with the new slave pet. I found the perfect victim. Naomi was sweet as pie and a goody two shoes. I knew I had to ruin her life and bring her to the dungeon with my master. I invited her over for a project we got assigned to and it spiraled from there. My master was pleased and wanted me to help torture her holes. I felt terrible, but I knew If I didn’t assist I would be dead meat. I helped drug her and take her to the cell. I knew she would never see the light after this. My master had his way with her popped her cherry and fucked her for hours on end. He loved deflowering her virgin young pussy. It was hellish to see but I had to keep my mouth shut or I would be ruined too. When Naomi awoke, she was utterly incoherent. I was surprised the dosage was so loud it knocked out all recollection. My master let her go and was sly she didn’t even remember being tied up and also fucked though she awoke midway with blood-curdling screams. He liked that she was blind to the fact that she was being used. I know this isn’t the last time I will be bringing Naomi over. Master liked her way too much.
I think he deserved it
This little bitch boy thought he could disrespect me? Talk back to me? Who the fuck did he think he was?? He was supposed to be at my feet worshiping me like the Goddess I am but instead all I got was whining and bitching and back talk and there was no way I would let that go unpunished. I pulled out my taser and gave him a lil zap, he shut right the fuck up while he was jerking around on the floor wetting himself. I tied him up while he was incapacitated and made sure to have his naked ass up in the air too. Then I pulled out a nice thick curling iron, a professional one that gets nice and hot and I shoved it up his ass. I fucked his ass nice and fast at first so that he wouldn’t really get burned right away but as we went on I got slower and slower. In the end I melted his poor lil puckered up asshole, sealed it completely shut. I bet that will improve his attitude!
Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cheerleader
Your rape phone sex fantasies turn me on. Of course, I am a sadistic bitch, so you can never force fuck me. Regarding rape fantasies, I am only your accomplice. Well, I might be your cheerleader and the devil on your shoulder convincing you to give in to your dark desires too. I was at the mall hunting for a little bitch to kill when I spotted him. He was in his 50s, tall, unassuming but a pervert. He was trying to be discreet as he followed this hot teen slut through the mall, but I spotted him. I knew what he wanted. He wanted what you want: to force a young cock tease to take his cock. When I busted him, he tried to deny it. He acted offended, like he would never find a jailbait girl sexy at his age. The boner in his pants betrayed his words. I encouraged him to show the slut his cock. I mean she was wearing a pound of make up. She was at the mall on a school night instead of doing homework. She was wearing a skirt so short that if she bent over any one would see more than London. I talked about how it was doubtful she was even a virgin still walking around dressed like that. I wouldn’t stop talking about her hot body, including her bald pink pussy. Finally, he caved. He gave into his dirty desires and listened to the evil bitch on his shoulder. I helped him lure her away from the mall rats she was traveling with. He was not prepared to kidnap and assault a girl, but I am always prepared for such things. We took her to my kill shack and I got to watch him force fuck her holes for hours. She was too old to let go. I had to kill her. There were some wolves eating well Tuesday night.
Snuff sex with my ex
There is nothing like fucking an ex over. I am not into makeup sex. I much prefer getting even and showing my ex who is boss. We had a tumultuous relationship I must admit I was probably the culprit of the problems. I am not one to shy away from drama. I love sex drugs and rock and roll. I don’t mind being loud and fighting when I high as fuck. I would get in all rage deathmatch fights with anyone in sight. My ex-decided he had enough and called it quits. I was beyond humiliated and wanted revenge. I waited for a couple of days to pass by, and I was going crazy home thinking about how could I possible fuck him over. It dawns on me. I invited him over and he accepted. I pulled an award-winning performance. I made him believe I was going to fuck him crazy, but I was more in to snuff sex he should have known better. I made him feel like the bitch he was as soon as my strap was in all his hoes. I had no mercy for the dumb fucker.
From Ass Rape Porn to Dinner
Ass rape porn is like a daily thing for me. No one fucks me gently. I don’t know what sweet love making means. No one gives me sweet anything. Men treat me like a whore. Women treat me like I am a worthless bimbo. When I was invited to a swank dinner party, I was so happy. I thought perhaps things were changing for me. It started off nice. All the other guests were giving me attention I was not accustomed to receiving. I started feeling woozy. Next thing I knew I woke up tied up and strapped to the dining room table. The guest who had been chatting me up earlier were know standing around me in a circle with evil grins on their faces. Looking hungry. They were talking about my thick thighs and scrumptious ass. One lady started rubbing melted butter all over my skin, while a man rammed a stick up my ass. When the apple went in my mouth, I realized I was the main course of the dinner party. They were fighting over who got to eat what part of me. I tried screaming but I was weak from the drugs and I was gagged with an apple. They carried me out to an open fire and started roasting me like a pig at a luau. Fire made my skin crackle. I was being burned alive like a witch and it was painful. I was afraid; it showed in my eyes, but they just sprinkled me with seasoning and continued to cook me alive over an open frame. I was worthless in life, perhaps I would be worth something in death. I could at least provide some folks with a satisfying meal. Do you have cannibalism phone sex fantasies? I sure do. I want to be your satisfying meal.
Drugged for a Gangbang Rape Porn
It was a casting call for a gangbang rape porn. I needed coke. I have done worse for less. I figured this would be a cake walk. When I arrived at the warehouse where the movie was being shot, I was ordered to my dressing room to get naked. I was accosted there by a woman with a needle. I told her I don’t do smack. I am strictly a coke and weed girl. “Today you do what we want bitch,” she seethed as the needle pierced my vein. I immediately felt euphoric. Suddenly, I understood why so many folks get hooked on this shit. It is a powerful drug that took me to never never land. When I started to come out of my drug induced haze, I realized I had rope burns on my body from being bound too tight. That was the least of my problems. There was a baseball bat protruding from my ass. I guess I made an ass rape porn too while I was out. Only the handle of the bat was sticking out, which meant I had about a foot of wood up my shit box. No wonder they made me do smack. I started to fight and cry because the pain was hitting me. I felt another needle pierce my flesh. I lost big chunks of time over the course of the day. I apparently lost a pint of blood and some flesh too because when I woke up there was a pool of my blood under my ass. The director paid me my $500 and told me to sit on a raw steak to help heal my prolapsed ass. He wants to use me again because I can take the best anal torture sex he has ever seen. It must have been the heroin. I want some more.










