Category: Snuff porn

Castration Phone Sex Because Revenge is So Sweet

castration phone sexCastration phone sex may not be my specialty, but all women dream of castrating some man in their life. Trust me, as a young schoolgirl getting force fucked by daddy and his friends, I thought about biting some cocks off. Same with some of the seedy men who owned me after I ran away from home.

Recently, I got to make my dream a reality. A chance encounter with one of my dad’s poker buddies inspired me. He did not recognize me. When he came into the strip club, I almost had a panic attack. He went rougher on my fuck holes than my father. I grew up, and no doubt look different. I sport big boobs now and platinum blonde hair.

Legally changed my name to Cassandra Alexander so no one from my past would find me. But to be sure he did not recognize me, I flirted with him after my set. If he took my bait, I would bring him home with me. And get my revenge with some extreme cock and ball torture sex. He took my bait. Thought he would. But I needed to be sure he had no clue who I was. I gave him one hell of a lap dance to cock tease him. Wanted him to want to fuck me.

And he did. He begged me to come back to his hotel room. Although, I wanted to get my revenge at my place, I agreed. My plan for revenge worked almost perfectly. Once back at his hotel room, I drugged his drink. Just to make sure he would not hurt me. I waited about 45 minutes before I bit his cock. He got hard, but he did seem out of it. So, I knew the drugs kicked in.

I Love Getting Revenge on My Enemies

After a few minutes of slobbering on his cock, I bit it. Hard too. But I just did not bite hard enough to rip it off. I wanted to do a Lorena Bobbit on him, but I did not have access to a knife. This was an impromptu castration. Seeing him in the club dredged up some awful memories for me. I did take a chunk out of his dick, but I did not sever it like I wanted. However, I did make a bloody phone sex mess.

So, when he passed out from the shock and the drugs, I bit his balls off. That proved easier to do. I put his balls on his chest, so when he came too, he would know what happened. I know it was risky. He could send the cops to the club to arrest me. But I just hoped his shame would not let him admit to the authorities what happened.

So, to give myself an edge over him, I left a note that said go to the police and I will tell them what you did to me as a little girl, and signed it Ella, which was my birth name. I mean certainly if he did go to the police, a good lawyer could get me off on a temporary insanity plea.  I enjoyed biting his junk and neutering him. Now, if I could only find my father.

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Killed the Grinch

snuff phone sexChristmas brings out the snuff phone sex bitch in me. Perhaps, some people might see me as a grinch. However, I like to think of myself as a dark angel preserving Christmas for the little ones. I am a Goddam fucking Christmas angel. My neighborhood has reported many thefts this holiday season. Someone has been naughty stealing outside Christmas decorations and in some cases, the presents under the tree. So, I am not the grinch in my neighborhood.

I often catch criminals or predators long before the police ever do. That’s one of my many skills. I could have been a detective. I set a trap for the thief. It took a few days for the grinch to take my bait. And it turned out to be a woman. She broke into my home in the middle of the night to take the fake Christmas gifts under the tree.

She broke into my home. So, I had every right to defend myself. This could be the kill I could justify and get away with. However, she needed torture sex. And maybe a fatal gunshot wound or knife wound. Even a struggle that resulted in a fatal head injury or something   would have been justifiable homicide. However, what I did to her would be deemed sadistic and unjustifiable. Overkill.

I’m The Bitch Who Saved Christmas

I mutilated her body. Tortured the meth head bitch for hours before killing her. I like to play with my prey. What is the fun in a quick, justifiable death. Even for a criminal or a predator, I will not invite trouble by calling the police. Flying under the radar is my superpower. This meth head cunt pleaded with me. She babbled on about her addiction and selling the toys and gifts for money to purchase meth and smack.

But I did not buy her lies. A junkie will say and do anything for a fix. Now the world has one less grinch and drug addict in the world. I stabbed her cunt with a knife. Literally pulled her insides out with the blade. Her pain had to be off the charts. I stabbed her eyes out too. Carved her tits up. By the time I finished my little snuff porn, she was nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and entrails.

I had to scoop up her remains with a shovel like she was horse shit. I tossed the piles of her in my back yard. But I knew the wildlife would eat her bloodied remains before I even woke up in the morning. I turned her into sushi.  And today, there’s no trace of that bitch. The neighborhood and the police will think she stopped her crime spree or moved on to a different town. So, in a way, I am the bitch who saved Christmas.

Suffocation Phone Sex is My Path to Coke

suffocation phone sexJust my luck. He was into suffocation phone sex. But I needed more blow, so I went to see him. I traded my dignity for coke. And almost my life too. Although I try to avoid this dealer, sometimes he is my only choice. He looked me up and down and told me he had just what I needed. When he asked me to get naked, I did. I expected him to fuck me. But what I did not expect was that he would put my pantyhose over my face as he fucked me.

Although I could breathe somewhat with the pantyhose on my head, he would pull them tighter restricting my ability to breathe. And I would pass out with his cock up my ass. But he wanted that. He told me it feels great on his cock when a woman loses consciousness. I would think my ass would relax and not be as tight on his cock. But I guess the opposite happens.

Often, I Trade My Dignity and My Life for Coke

So, I became his strangulation ass rape porn star too. Felt like he fucked and choked me for hours. But I had no sense of time. I kept passing out to snap back to reality with a dick or hand slap. Even though he likes to play God with my life, he also enjoys humiliating me. And some days, I feel like I manage the pain better than I manage the humiliation.

When he slapped a dog collar and leash on me, I knew I might be in trouble. He would piss on the floor then push my face in it like a dog who peed on the carpet. And that forced me to lick it up. He chugged iced tea to ensure he could piss for hours. But I did not just lick the piss off the floor.  He also made me worship his dirty asshole like I was nothing more than human toilet paper. But I got my coke.

This taboo phone sex whore traded her dignity for coke. And as much as I protest about it, I know I will do it again soon for the blow.

Sex with Dead Bodies, The Best Road to Taboo Fun

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies turned out hotter than I expected. I have this perverted friend who has long fantasized about fucking a pretty corpse. We got to partying last night, and his need to fuck a girl got stronger. And I worried he might kill me just to fuck my dead body. He drank a lot of booze and snorted a ton of coke. So, anything seemed possible.

But I am a quick thinker. You need to be in the seedy world I travel. If you do not use your mind and your instincts, you will not survive. So, I suggested we break into a morgue. However, he suggested a funeral home because there a mortician would make a girl look pretty in death. We picked one with a few funerals over the weekend because we knew they would have some warm bodies.

His need for necrophilia phone sex outweighed anything else. I found the perfect funeral home with a young teen girl who died in a car accident with her mother. A double funeral with two women gave my friend choices. Turned out to be much easier to break in than I thought. We drove to the strip mall and parked. Then we walked a few blocks so our car would not get caught on camera at the funeral home. We dressed in all black with ski masks too.

I Help Men Explore Their Darkest Fantasies

And my pal seemed to be in heaven when he saw the two females dead on the slabs. I encouraged him to fuck the daughter first. He loved me acting as his cheerleader. His macabre accomplice filmed him fucking both pretty corpses too. He told me that both pussies felt so tight. Despite the colder temperature of the bodies, he kept a raging hard on to fuck them. His dark fantasy became a reality. That would keep any man hard.

The dead girls appeared already dressed for the double funeral, so we simply put the panties back on them once the fun ended. No one will check their dead cunts for cum. Those two pretty corpses will get buried with his cum inside them. No one really thinks about the worst in people. But for a taboo phone sex accomplice, I can tell some depraved stories because I bring out the worst in men.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Increase Over the Holidays

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies seem to be on a lot of men’s minds this holiday. And they all want to force fuck mommy or any mommy. My stepson travels with an unsavory gang. The sort of folks who make snuff flicks with women and pimp them out to be brutally fucked or killed.  I avoid them like the plague. But sometimes, I am that desperate for coke. My stepson will always give me coke. But it comes with a high price tag.

I showed up in the middle of the night because he told me he had coke for me. The holidays make me even more of a coke fiend. Now, I thought it would just be us. He would fuck my ass, give me coke and I would go home. But he had other plans. He had several of his sadistic friends, who I try to avoid like the plague, there. And I knew that could only mean one thing. Gangbang rape porn.

The Things I Do for Coke

I tried to bolt for the door, but one of them grabbed my red hair and tossed me to the ground. While I was on the floor, they pissed and spit on me. My stepson knows I hate that. So, no doubt he told them to do it. When I curled up in a ball, they kicked me like they were enjoying a soccer match.

Before long, everyone’s cocks were out, and they were ready to shred my fuck holes. Even a seasoned whore like me can get her holes shredded still. My ass prolapsed. And my cunt bled because they double, and triple stuffed me with cock. My pussy and ass only gape so far. Luckily for me, they came quickly. But not quick enough to leave my fuck holes undamaged.

But it could have been worse, I know. One of these days, I will end up starring in real snuff movies. But if I get coke, I am happy. Unless of course I am dead. And that’s always a real possibility with my stepson and his sadistic pals.

Medical fetish phone sex, the ultimate way to serve cock

Medical fetish phone sex still gives me the chills. I guess it will always send chills down my spine. I really hate when I am the next in line for this sort of thing. The memories I have of being examined, prodded, and probed by strangers haunt me more than most things.Medical fetish phone sex

But I will never make a stink about it. I know I have to be a good girl no matter how scared I am. I can’t disappoint my Master and I feel like if he really knew how I felt about speculums, the torture would ramp up like crazy. I don’t get the fetish, they are just so weird. When a speculum enters me its so cold, it just a different kind of humiliation for me.

I think the most intense Ass rape porn I made with my Master was for those medical freaks. I was strapped in a a medical chair and I had a speculum in every hole. When I felt my ass getting stretched out I was sure they were going to rip me.

The tearing of my flesh it something that haunts me constantly. They ripped me up so that they could sew me back together. All while I had another speculum keeping my throat open. Through out the whole procedure they were fucking my throat. I almost choked to death on cum, I wish I did.

 

Evil phone sex is packed endless superior brutality

Evil phone sex Evil phone sex allows me to appreciate the finer things in life. I love how many of you are out there. The freaks, predators, carnivores of sweet innocent flesh. Ya’ll know how to party. And when we play our sick twisted games the cumming never ends.  I love the thrill of fear, the adrenaline rush of inflicting pain, and the guttural screams that follow.

I think we should kidnap a nun or two, really hot nuns, I don’t want some old saggy titted bitch. They need to be as fresh as the morning dew. All that hope in their eyes will be snuffed out by yours truly. I want an audience of you sick fucks to cheer me on while I make my strap on bloody from their tight Godly holes. 

We will make sure that God can never forgive them. I am going to fuck them until they like it, break them down so they will cry out in joy “Fuck God!” I will convert them into worshiping cock and Satan and we can use them up until they become broken little fuck toys.

They will become our Torture sex slaves till the very end. Oh the best part! Satan will be proud of his subjects when we make these nun bitches love Sodomy. Just imagine how good it will feel when I slice their necks while your dick is pounding away at their assholes. 

 

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Gives You Access to Little Ones

babysitter phone sexBeing a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club has many perks. However, the biggest perk is helping men just like you get access to a sweet young thing to fuck. I am a master of disguise. Growing up in the seedy world of snuff and hardcore bondage taught me many things. But the best thing it taught me was how to fly under the radar and go undetected.

With the help of a former master, I have 20 different ids. And I change my hair color, strap down my tits, use an accent, and dress the part to look like a professional nanny and babysitter. I’m a chameleon. Once a guy tells me the type of little one he wants, I find the right one on one of the many babysitting sites out there. My list of references comes across as impressive to prospective parents. Although the same folks vouch for me every time, I list different names, with different phone numbers. Skype and What’s App let them hide their real phone number.

The snuff porn word turned me into a smart and savvy accomplice. So, when Joe told me he wanted a young boy ass for Christmas, I started looking and found him the perfect one. The unsuspecting parents have no clue about the deviant they hired to watch their little boy. And it could not have gone more smoothly. Of course, Joe paid me handsomely for the chance to finally fuck a boy ass.

Let Me Pick You Out a Little One to Fuck

After I fixed the lad dinner, I gave him a special milk cocktail that would put him in a deep sleep. I have learned the right mix of substances to fog the memory and knock a subject out. It is an art form. After the boy passed out, Joe arrived to fuck that boy’s ass raw. I did make him use lube to minimize the damage. The goal when I babysit is to leave the young one with minimal damage that parents might see right away. I usually concoct some story that explains a sore asshole. With me as the accomplice, parents never realize their young one got used like an ass rape porn star.

After Joe came in that ass, I cleaned him up. Gave him a bath and sucked out all the cum washing away all the DNA evidence. And I wear gloves in the house, just to not leave prints in case a parent suspects anything after I am long gone. I think of everything just so you can fuck the young boy or girl of your wet dreams. So, what do you think? Would you like me to find you a little angel to fuck for Christmas?

Snuff Porn Season Has Arrived for This Druggy Whore

snuff pornTis the season for snuff porn. But that is not a good thing. At least not for me. I already scored a big bag of holiday coke from my black drug dealer. He made me work for it too. I entertained him and six of his buddies for hours until my holes gaped wide. But that was easy compared to what many men do to me, including my stepson.

For once, I thought I had enough coke to get me through the holidays. And I did not get a severe beating for it. Just a severe fucking which I will take any day. I decided to go out to this dive bar that almost any soccer mom would avoid. Lots of rough types drink there. The kind of men that would make you a gangbang rape porn star on a pool table or a pinball machine.

But they know me. And they party with me. So, I thought I could save a night’s worth of my coke and party with the rough boys. And they did share their coke with me like expected. However, they got much rougher than usual with me. I know I saw a lot of new faces, but still I thought the regulars would intervene. Turns out the new men in the club wanted to fuck this bitch up. And the regulars stood by and masturbated. It almost felt like I walked into a trap.

Sometimes, I Think I Must Have a Death Wish

This huge muscle bound jock type of man picked me up with one hand and pinned me to the wall. Another guy ripped my panties off. Tore them with his bare hands. And without warning, shoved his fist up my cunt. He paraded me through the bar like I was a hand puppet. Hands groped my tits, pulled my hair and slapped my ass as he went through the crowd with his forearm shoved up my cunt.

Before long, he tossed me on the pool table and all the new men in the club took my cunt and ass for a ride. All the while choking me so hard, I would pass out. Strangulation phone sex fantasies seemed real in the moment. They joked that they could kill me. And I knew they could. But then as one of them slapped me back awake he told me he would spare my life because him and his friends need a dumb whore to fuck whenever.

I would not call what they did to me fucking. I can handle rough fucking. But this seemed more violent, and close to deadly. This seemed more like snuff than fucking. However, I did not argue. I knew if I said the wrong thing the big dude could snap my neck like a chicken. I barely got out of that bar alive. All those men wanted to hurt me. Maybe even hurt me dead. Perhaps, the holidays just bring the worst out of men. Do they bring the worst out of you?

Taboo Phone Sex: Let’s Spread Christmas Fear Instead

Taboo phone sex calls can be your Christmas gift to yourself. I find that many men get filled with rage over the holidays just like me. And they need a creative outlet for all the anger. People act like fools this time of year. Fighting for the last toy or game for their brat. Or demanding expensive gifts from their partners. Although I am not a person who ever gets filled with Christas cheer, I still think folks should be nicer around the holidays. But that’s rarely the case. So, I assist with bringing Christmas fear instead.

Mark wanted his ex-wife dead. And I could see why. Not only does she milk him dry in alimony and brat support, but she keeps his brats away from him. He does not seem like a pervert daddy. Not a drunk or a druggy. Not abusive either. She’s just a bitch who likes to deny her husband his legal right to see his sons. And she started demanding a lot more money for Christmas shopping for the boys he cannot see too.

So, he needed me as his accomplice phone sex partner. Without the bitch in the picture, he saves thousands of dollars a month and he can see his sons. Normally, I would just kill her on my own, but he paid extra to help me kill her. He wanted to see the look on her face when she took her last breath. Since the police look at the husband, current or ex, anytime a woman dies, I provided him with an airtight alibi. But no body, no crime. And right now, she is bear shit.

I Spread Christmas Fear Not Christmas Cheer

We did not kill her in her home. We nabbed her on her way home from a date. Took her to my place. Dumped her car to look like a car hijack.  Back in my dungeon, her massacre began. And I only got one stab in. Mark took one of my knives and went Helter skelter on her. He must have stabbed her 100 times. But I am sure she died after the first couple thrusts of the blade in her stomach.

I would have enjoyed making her suffer longer, but Mark needed to let his rage out. By the time he finished, her blood and guts had sprayed all over my dungeon floor.  Too bad I did not film this one because this kill would have made for an excellent snuff porn. We dumped her bloody carcass in the woods for my animal friends to devour.

This bitch just disappeared. Kidnapped? Murdered? Ran away? No one will ever know what happened to the cunt but me and Mark, and now you. But you will not tell a soul.