Category: Snuff porn

Accomplice Phone Sex Babe Finds Cathartic Release in Ball Busting

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex has not always been my forte. Once upon a time, I starred in snuff films and had an owner. A few owners. But if the seedy world of snuff and extreme BDSM taught me anything it was how to survive. Survived my father’s abuse. Survived one abusive man after another. I survived underground snuff flicks. And I survived my last master, who killed all his former slaves. You learn to be scrappy in this seedy world.

And now, I serve as an accomplice for perverted men like you. However, sometimes, I get to give back some of the torture and pain men inflicted on me. Perhaps not to the man who deserve it, but to some loser. When I met Edward, I thought it was a chance meeting. But he planned it. Saw me weeks ago at this local coffee house I walk to every morning, and he recognized me from my snuff porn days. A fanboy of sorts.

When he asked me out, I did not yet realize he was a fanboy. At dinner he told me. And he told me he long fantasized about cock and ball torture from a blonde goddess. At first, I felt disappointed. Handsome man. Appeared educated and sophisticated too. Great job. Awesome car. Potential boyfriend material. However, he seemed only interested in what I could do to his cock. Not for his cock. To his cock.

It Feels Great to Take My Anger Out on Some Man’s Cock and Balls

When he told me he would pay anything if I would trample and mutilate his cock, he piqued my curiosity. How could I say no. I tossed out a number, thinking we would negotiate down. But he said no problem. No haggling occurred. Hey, if a man wants to pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I take the money and destroy that dick. I find it cathartic release for all the shit men put me through in my life.

We stopped at my place so I could grab my sounding device, spiked heels and castration band. My guess, Edward woke up the next day with major regret. Not only did I chemically castrate him, but I also mutilated his manhood. Destroyed it. Left him in a pool of tears and blood with a dick that looked like raw hamburger. Maybe not the date I had hoped for, but I sure did turn lemons into lemonade.

Rena Gets Wet and Nasty With Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sexFantasy Phone Sex plays through my head every day making my cunt wet. As I lay in bed, my mind wanders to the darker side of desire. The thought of being taken by a dominant man, completely under his control, fills me with both fear and arousal. In this fantasy, he’s not just any man – he’s someone who will take my life as well as claim my body. His touch is electric; every caress sends shivers down my spine while also making me tremble with anticipation for what comes next.

He begins by binding me tightly, ensuring that there’s no escape from his grasp or the fate that awaits me. He gags me so I can only whimper and moan softly as he explores every inch of my flesh with his rough hands and eager lips. He takes pleasure in teasing each sensitive spot until they are on edge before moving onto another area to torment further still. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally positions himself between my legs and thrusts inside without warning or mercy – filling me up completely despite how small I am compared to him.

The pain mixes with the pleasure creating an intense cocktail of sensations coursing through every fiber of being; it’s almost too much but somehow just right at the same time because this isn’t about love or affection – it’s about power play and ultimate submission on both our parts . With each forceful stroke deeper into my core ,I feel myself growing wetter around him signaling how much I crave more even though deep down knowing this could very well be our last dance together .

As we reach climax together (or perhaps multiple times ), he whispers dark promises into my ear about what comes next – ending me forever in a way that only he can do. His words send shivers down my spine but also ignite a fire within me; I want him to claim every part of me before taking away my life force completely.

Afterward, he ties off both ends of a silk scarf around my neck and begins to pull it tightly shutting off air supply slowly suffocating me while maintaining eye contact until the very end when our gazes finally break as unconsciousness takes over . The feeling of being both violated and desired intensifies as death approaches – almost like an orgasm without release except this time there won’t be any coming back from it . Just before losing consciousness ,I feel his hot seed filling up inside again signaling one last act of dominance even in death .

In this twisted erotic snuff fantasy ,the line between pleasure and pain blurs making for an experience unlike any other ; leaving behind only memories etched deep within our souls forever.

Starring in Snuff Movies in Exchange for Coke and Oxy

snuff moviesWomen like me prefer to watch snuff movies then star in them.  However, women like me never have a say in the matter. And when I say women like me, I mean druggy, subby whores. When I need a fix, I subject myself to relentless torture. Just ask my son what a stupid cunt I am when it comes to coke.

I have a fellow soccer mom who appears hooked on Oxy pills. Hurt her back last year in a car accident. And ever since they prescribed her Oxy, she wants more. But all the doctors cut her off. I took her to see this dealer I know. In the past, I used to frequent him often. However, I had no intention of being this guy’s druggy gangbang rape porn star. But, when he saw me again, he told us that the only way for her to score free oxy would be to make a homemade movie together.

The Depraved Things Women Do for Drugs Might Shock You

And in a dumb cunt moment, I thought he meant he just wanted to see us play together. Two soccer moms getting it on together can be very hot for plenty of men. But he meant we should make a movie with him and his 12 pals. When I tried to leave saying, for once, this was not about me needing coke, he grabbed a fist full of my fiery red hair and tossed me to the floor. Another guy did the same to my friend. Before we could try to get up, a gang of horny, aggressive men pinned us down.

They ripped our clothes off and started fucking us. All holes got stuffed, sometimes double and triple stuffed. Burly, heavy, hairy men just grunted and thrust their dicks inside our fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. However, they did not seem done with us yet. They pissed down our throats, choked us, slapped us and made us eat their dirty, hairy shit holes. Gag. But druggy taboo phone sex whores rarely remain in control of their lives.

My friend got the Oxy she needed. And I got some coke for my troubles. So, I guess the torture was not all for nothing.

Snuff Movies Made During Killtober are The Best

I make more snuff movies in October than any other month in a year. Killtober, I call it. Part of my 31 days of horror. But I enjoy making snuff flicks. It preserves my work and keeps every kill fresh in my mind. Some of my films I make for clients who hire me on the dark net. And others I make for my own private collection.

snuff moviesAlthough, I know folks consider it risky filming a crime, I am a smart sadistic bitch. I never film with my cell phone or anything that gets uploaded to the cloud or anywhere. Because I am smart and seasoned in the art of murder, I only use home video cameras. The old kind from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Back before the Cloud or the Internet.

Killtober is My Favorite Time of the Year

The cops or the feds never need to see the snuff porn if the filmmaker uses their head. And I always am cautious. I have close to 500 snuff flicks in my private collection. And I will have 500 more before I die. The one I made over the weekend might be one of my favorites. I killed two birds with one stone. Okay, two people with one knife. My beef was with the man. And I did not know his ex-wife came over earlier that night.

This guy cut me off on the road, then rolled down the window and cussed me out. His fault not my fault. And because I watched him do the same thing to a few more drivers, I decided he needed to die for the safety of all drivers. Easy to get an address with a license plate number. Once, I had that, I broke into his house with the intent of castrating him then killing him. I enjoy cock and ball torture sex. But it just serves as foreplay to me.

I Love Killing Two Fucktards for the Price of One

As I had him tied up naked on his bed, a crazed woman came in with a knife. Sort of like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Not sure if she wanted to kill me or him. But when he saw her, the look on his face told me he did not know who the target was either. So, as she lunged at me, I turned around swiftly and sliced her open. Her entrails fell out as she landed on top of my intended victim. I leaped out of the way quickly as I saw her falling on the bed.

She bled out on top of my victim. His muffled cries told me she might be smothering him to death. And I got this all on camera too. Her guts spilling out and everything. But to make sure my intended victim died, I got a broom handle and carved it with my knife to create a spear. Then I stabbed them both. Drove that handmade spear through both bodies. And through the mattress too. Under the bed was a sea of guts and blood. The scene I created felt like something out of an 80s horror movie. And that seemed very fitting for Killtober. I love it when I get to kill two fucktards at once.

Roleplaying to the Extreme: A Gore-Fest

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You fucking pervert! I’ve got a treat for you—something special. I’m your worst nightmare, and the roleplay’s on me!You’re tied up nice and tight, wriggling like a little bitch. But hey, that’s the fun part!

I’m in charge, and your wife’s here too. Yeah, she’s seen your miserable ways and wants you gone.I’ve got you helpless, bound and gagged. Your desperate pleas fall on deaf ears. Suffer, you cuck!Electrodes on your nipples, balls, and cock—a nasty surprise! Your body jerks with each jolt, providing entertainment for me and your lovely wife.I slide a devilish toy into your ass, making you squeal. Your cock’s rock hard—what a joke!

Your wife rubs her wet cunt in your face. You’re helpless, a pathetic spectator. The gag prevents any taste of her sweetness.I torture your dick, stroking and sounding. You scream, but no one’s coming to save you. I stroke faster, laugh louder.Your wife cums hard, and your cock explodes in pain. You’re a mess, but the fun’s not over.

I suffocate you with my tits, feeling your life leave your body. The roleplay’s done, you’re history!

Another successful mission—you’re everybody’s joke!

Bloody dreams that will make you cream

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I was hanging upside down. Bound at the ankles, wrists tied behind my back. Hanging over a beautiful bathtub with golden claw feet. My mouth, taped closed. Shallow breaths. I knew what was coming.

I could see the shadow of him walking from the door way into the room. Holding a scythe in both hands as he came to the tub. The smile on his face twisting in a sadistic way.

He begins to slowly drag the scythe across my skin, not enough to cut it though. Just so I can feel how sharp the blade is. I cry out a little as panic sets in, and I start to try to free myself.

Then, ever so slowly, he starts making small cuts into my skin. I can feel the pierce of the blade as it slices acorss my flesh, baring with it the red of blood as it starts to spill. Coating the blade with every cut made. I try crying out louder, struggling to get free, as he just keeps going.

I start feeling light headed. There are now dozens of cuts across my body. My tits, stomach, legs. The blood lose is starting to get to me. The well of fear as I continue to struggle and cry, which fuels his need to see more of my insides.

I then feel the blade start scraping up against my pussy. The tip of it starting to make it’s way into my hole. I can feel the blade start to cut into the wall of the canal, and cry out even more. Tears now streaming down my face. There’s no stopping what’s gonna happen next.

The blade starts to cut more, blood now gushing out of my destroyed twat. Cutting into the pubic bone, and continuing to pierce more flash as the blade makes it way into my stomach region. I convulse, pain and blood loss setting in now.

The blade continues to go though, ripping out my womb, intestines, liver. Everything now spilled into the tub below. A collection he liked keeping after he was done. Because, with what consciousness I had left, I saw him step into the tub and start bathing in it.

And then, just like getting to the end of chapter of a book and flipping the page to start the next one, I woke up. Realizing I was playing with my clit and squirted a few times in my sleep while I was dreaming about all of that. Again.

These dreams always get me horny.

 

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Torture phone sex with Stephanie the snuff slut

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Master says that I’m his favorite torture phone sex slut. That’s because I have these fantasies of torturing little ones for him. I can’t help but to get all hot and horny when he makes me tell him about fishing a little bitch’s tongue out of her mouth with my tongue and then biting it off to feed to him. I get just as turned on when I start talking about spitting a big mouthful of her blood all over his huge, stiff dick and stroking him with it. I can’t get over how fucking hot he makes me. I ram my fingers deep in my whore cunt and make him hail Satan with me while I’m dreaming of us sacrificing all those little ones together. Getting fucked next to a cold, lifeless pile of tiny victims is my ultimate fantasy and Master wants to help me make it a reality. I want his big, stiff dick driving into me while we’re just inches away from a stack of my victims’ limp bodies, all torn apart and soaked in blood. In my perfect, fantasy scene I’ll have a cage full of little brats waiting their turn to be tortured and snuffed by me. It’s one of my favorite things to talk about on my calls. I’ll let Master pick the one he wants and make all of the others watch. I want them all terrified, knowing that they’re about to suffer the same torture and abuse before being slowly snuffed out. I’m already rubbing my whore cunt and waiting on you to call me so we can explore your evil thoughts. 

 

Torture sex is just a few steps away from sweet release

Torture sexTorture sex can be just a few steps away from death for any of us whores, even me. As I sit here, covered in sweat and cum, I can’t help but wonder what my last moments on earth will be like. Maybe it’s the weight of it all, living like this. It’s not something I chose, but I have accepted it. Now, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread. A sense of impending doom. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love the thrill of it all.  Not knowing the next sick he will force me to do, the adrenaline rush that comes with blood lust, knowing that at any moment, it could all be over. I feel like my demise will be extremely brutal. Especially if I disappointment my Master.

Luckily, I haven’t yet and I don’t plan to. I will do whatever he wants no matter how degrading or vile it is. He loves to express his artistic vision in his Snuff porn and I am his muse. I’ve gave up that backdoor to all kinds of creatures, I even took the Dark lord himself.

So, for now, I’ll keep going. Keep putting on a show, keep exploring the darkest depths. Because at the end of the day, I know the happier I make my human Master, the more rewards my Dark Lord Satan will grant melt!

 

Torture Sex with a Sexy Switch Means You Might Lose Your Balls

torture sexA sexy switch enjoys torture sex too. Once upon a time, men tortured me sexually. But now, I get to be behind the wheel. And I love it. When I met Alex, he told me he wanted extreme cock and ball torture. I met him at the strip club, but I tortured him at my place. Over the past few years, I have acquired some bondage equipment, large dildos, sounding devices and a slew of whips and chains.

Not all men enjoy this kind of cock and ball torture, but you might be surprised at how many do enjoy it. Since my strip club frowns upon screaming in the VIP room, I felt seemed safer to mutilate his dick and balls at home. Alex did not have a clue how extreme I could go.  Castration phone sex callers inspire me daily and fuel my revenge fantasies. Alex appeared to be just like one of my callers. A simp who knows his cock cannot pleasure any woman. Or an extreme pervert who wants to check himself before he wrecks himself.

I Love Extreme Ball Busting and Cock Mutilation

I do not care why you want cock and ball torture if you pay me. The money helps, but sometimes I would do it for free because it helps me deal with my repressed anger over daddy and his friends, and men like my former master. I strapped Alex to a surgical table that I purchased last year at an auction. He seemed impressed that I had all sorts of devices designed to hurt and destroy his worthless junk.

I put one of those castration bands farmers use for sheep and cattle around his balls. Slowly his balls turned blue, purple and eventually black. Once they go black, those balls remain dead for life. They may not fall off, but they will never aid in an erection again. This process mimics a chemical castration. While his balls went through the necrification process, I lubed a sounding device up with Icy Hot and put it down his piss hole. Good thing I had him restrained properly because he almost came off the table from the pain.

He started to have second thoughts about such extreme cock and ball torture phone sex, but I knew I would not turn back. He paid me way too well for me to walk away. I did the job he wanted. Turned the juice off in his balls. Created pain. And mutilated his cock. And I loved every minute of it. Who is next?