Category: Snuff sex

I Love Being Your Victim

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I know a lot of people might not understand the particular fantasy I’m about to tell you about, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I figured if anyone would understand, it would be all of you kinky perverts. I have this fantasy about being a snuff victim. It’s really the ultimate act of submission and I want someone to call me so I know how it feels. You can even come up with the fantasy and way to snuff me out if you want. I don’t really care too much about that. I just want to know what it feels like to put my life in your hands.
But if you want to hear about what I think about most, I guess the most common snuff fantasy I have is that you choke me to death while you fuck me. You could get on top of me and wrap your hands around my neck and keep squeezing. It turns me on to think about you cumming while you squeeze the last of the life out of my body. But like I said, you can come up with any fantasy you want and I’ll go with it. I just want you to snuff me out.

Snuff Sex Game Of Chance; Will You Live?

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I am an accomplice whore who runs red rooms. But I have a special game I would like to play with my mice. I am the cat and I want to just slice your fucking head off as you are close to cumming. That is the best and long-lasting orgasm I get from men like you. But if you offer me something small and delectable, a whore in training or two that I can use for my red rooms of forced bloody fucking till death, then and then I may spare your life and we can torture and hurt the youngsters and create our own films of tight holes being ripped apart. But I do like to carve a man up slowly and use his cock for my persona l dildo after his body grows cold, and eat his heart for breakfast literally!

More Snuff Sex in 2020

snuff sexMore snuff sex for 2020? Hell, yes. Most of the snuff films on the Internet are lame and fake. I want to make the real thing. I want to kill more useless twats. What do you think? The world is full of Kardashians. Fake, dumb cunts who use men and contribute nothing to this world. We do not need any more stupid gold diggers.  I kicked off my New Year’s goals early this year. I snatched up a mall brat and slaughtered her last night. I filmed her, of course. I get off when young girls scream and bleed. All I need to make more snuff movies is you. I need a partner who will enjoy ridding this world of useless cunts. One who likes to kill and even forcefully fuck. I am talking about getting rid of them young before they turn into a Kardashian. You can spot them. Young mall rats cock teasing older men, being mean to other girls, milking men for free shit. Even when they are still schoolgirls you can tell they are going to grow up spoiled and self-entitled. Ready to have a murderous 2020 with me?

Snuff Sex Blonde

snuff sexHe said I looked like his next snuff sex victim. I though he was joking. I didn’t even know him. He couldn’t loathe me yet. I was mistaken. I represented every woman who ever rejected him. Blondes don’t like him. I could see why the ladies didn’t like him, but I know my place, so I didn’t say a word. He had me bound and gagged too, so I couldn’t really say anything. I was in his trunk like groceries. It seemed liked forever I was in there, but I could hear him talking to me. He was calling me names and telling me what he was going to do to me. I pissed in his trunk. I was scared. I felt the car pull over and the road got bumpy. We were on a gravel road I thought. When he opened the trunk, I saw that we were in the woods somewhere. He yanked me out of the trunk and stripped me naked. He then put a collar around my neck. I was naked outside, and it was cold. He saw that I was cold. For a moment, I thought he was going to give me his jacket. He just pulled his cock out of his pants instead and pissed on me. Once my tits were dripping with his golden nectar, he punched me. It was a sucker punch. I fell over and puked. He pushed my face into the gravel like I was a pup that peed on the carpet. He quickly yanked me up and chained me to the fence. He was making a snuff porn and I was the star. He joked about me dying from exposure. He cut me several times before leaving me for the wild animals to eat. All because I was blonde.

Taboo Phone Sex Christmas

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex Christmas. It was not my idea. I was asleep last night waiting for Santa just like my sons. My husband was passed out from too much wine. He was dead asleep when his son pulled me from bed by my hair. He dragged me into the living room. I didn’t want to ruin Christmas for my young sons, so I didn’t put up a fight. He plopped me in front of the tree. I knew it was my stepson, even in the dark of my room. He hates me. There is nothing I can do about it either. He is the golden boy in my husband’s eyes. My stepson wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for Christmas. He ripped my panties off and shoved them in my mouth as a ball gag as he fucked my ass. He loves my ass. He prolapses it every time he fucks me. Twice I have had to seek medical attention for my prolapsed ass. My ass will never be the same. I no longer have a tight pink sphincter. I have a bulging rosebud. By the presents, under the glow of Christmas tree lights, my stepson gave me another bloody, prolapsed asshole. His Christmas gift to me. When my sons and husband woke up to do Christmas gifts, I could barely walk, and my pajama bottoms were blood stained. They just thought I got my period.

Ending the Year and My Life with Snuff Sex

snuff sexI was Christmas shopping at the mall. Snuff sex was not on my mind. But it was on his mind. As I walked to my car, I felt eyes on me. I am a hot woman. It happens. When I popped my trunk to store my bags, I felt a sharp prick in my neck. Some one drugged me with a needle. I went limp as everything went dark. I woke up tied to a bed with a gag in my mouth. Some guy I didn’t know was talking to me in a language I didn’t understand either. I struggled, testing how tightly I was bound. He saw me, said something, then burned my left nipple with his cigar. I felt a tear run down my face from the pain. He pulled his cock out and pissed on my tit where he burned me. He had this sinister look on his face. He liked inflicting pain. I saw him grab a knife and I pissed the bed I was tied to. He chopped off my tit. I screamed as loud as I could, but it was muffled. When he cut off my other boob, I passed out. He slapped me back awake. Looking at my defiled breasts made me sick. I puked but ended up swallowing it all back down. I wanted to die. I knew snuff porn was how I was going to end the year. I saw him pick up a bat inspired by The Walking Dead Lucille bat that Negan used to kill Glenn and Abraham. I saw him hold it over my head. I prayed for a quick death, but that didn’t happen. I laid there with my own brain matter sprayed over my face twitching while my killer stroked his cock. It seemed like an eternity until everything went dark.

Dripping blood creates a wetter pussy

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Something about the sight of blood that makes my wet cunt even slimier. The thrill of me seeing my victim in a state of shock just makes me want to squirt my pussy juice across the room. My most recent victim was a blonde dingy whore. I found her on a cruise ship. I had an accomplice of course and we posed as swingers. We got her to the upper deck late at night when nobody was around. We raped the bitch and I made her eat my cunt while my accomplice fucked her in the ass. Once I came in the whore’s mouth and he came in the whore’s ass we sliced her throat and threw her in the ocean and left the sharks to devour her worthless body whole. Blood was everywhere. The more blood I saw the wetter my pussy became. What can I say? I’m just a sick sadistic bitch!

Mutilation phone sex And Destruction of Souls

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I enjoy mutilation phone sex on a deeper level. My blood rushes to my clit as I decide my victims’ fate. My hands and implements of torture will transform you, your spouse or your picture-perfect brats into a work of blood art. I discovered my love for mutilating bodies at a rave a couple of years ago. I was green around the edges and had just been slicing up small creatures until then.  The lights flashed red and a siren went off and I saw blonde cheerleader types being herded like cattle into another room. I snuck behind to see women tying those pretty bombshells up and shiny destruction tools glimmering as the lights strobed. One by one faces, tits and genitals were transformed into mushy bloody messes. I felt someone beside me say that I was not in this room by accident. I piece of the thigh was sliced off and handed to me to eat raw. I gulped it down and felt my body racked with violent orgasm as I was held down and fucked to be initiated into the true gothic cannibalism and killing the underground world. Do you dare see what this goth teen phone sex whore has in store for you and your cock?

Torture Sex

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I love to tease on my soft wet juicy cunt hole while I watch my victim suffer. Just the look of them fighting for their life makes me so fucking horny. This particular victim I picked up jogging in her neighborhood early morning. I snatch that bitch up by her hair and drug her into my car. I put a cloth over her face with a substance that made her pass out instantly. Then I tore all the clothes off the whore and started licking away at her pink porcelain colored cunt. I slurped all the sweat and wetness out of her fuck hole. My guess was her adreline was making her afraid and horny at the same time. The bitches cunt was as wet as could be. After I was done licking her pussy. I hung the bitch and watched her die slowly as I played with my juicy fat cunt box. I climaxed once she took her last breathe.

 

Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexI had one job. One job only and I failed. I was hired as courier to take a large sum of money from one place to another. I was too stupid to realize that I was being followed. Out of nowhere, I was jumped and drugged. I woke up chained to a chair being interrogated about the code to my briefcase. I tried to play dumb, but my captor was not buying it. He slapped me, punched me, broke me until I gave him the code to unlock the briefcase full of money. I knew I was going to die. Either the drug dealer I work for would kill me for loosing one million of his money or my captor was going to kill me. With my captor, I would die quicker at least. Or, so I thought. It didn’t seem like a quick snuff sex death. He violated me sexually first. He quickly discovered my dirty secret. I am a pain slut. The more he abused me, the wetter my cunt got. He slapped me. He skull fucked me. He tied up my boobs and choked me. He strangled me while he fucked me.  As painful as his torture was, I knew it was better than being killed at the hands of a drug dealer out 1 million dollars. His cock was inside me cumming as I took my last breath.