Category: Snuff sex

Snuff porn star

snuff pornI guess you could say I am a snuff porn star. I have starred in many of daddy’s dirty movies. I am not talking about porn. I am talking about violent films where I am getting gang banged and beaten. Daddy says men like to watch girls get violated not treated like a princess. I get it. I am just a dumb bimbo with nothing to contribute to society or to a relationship. Letting men violate and abuse me on film is what I can offer. It is all I can offer. Some guy broke my arm last month pinning my arm behind my back. The doctor said it was a spiral fracture. Of course, I had to make up some story as to how I hurt myself because the truth would get daddy arrested and me killed, likely. I tried to tell daddy I needed a break from making snuff movies to heal. He beat me black and blue then fucked my ass until it prolapsed. He filmed the entire ordeal. It was a live Podcast. I just did not know it was live. He made so much money off beating me up that night, that we go live several times a week. I may not make it until my next birthday at this rate.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexIt is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy.  It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.

October is Killer Phone Sex Season

killer phone sexFall is killer phone sex season. Honestly, I love sweater weather. I can bundle up, blend in and hunt less conspicuously. I never get caught because I am not flashy. I am not impulsive. And, I never have a connection with my victims. I can teach you how to be a killer too. You lust after your neighbor’s little girl? You want to fuck her as in destroy her tiny holes? I can help you BUT you cannot do it to her. You will be the first suspect. We drive around a few counties away from where you live and look for a surrogate. Same age, same look, just no connection to you. Police always investigate neighbors and family when a little one goes missing. You can have a young girl or boy; you just must be careful. That is why accomplice phone sex partners are key. I am the devil on your shoulder. I tell you to kill the cunt and explore your rape fantasies. I do not want you caught; however, you need to listen to me to ensure that. I am not new to this. I have been killing folks since I was a young teen girl. I have over a decade of experience. I am still a free woman because I know how to kill the right person at the right time. While other girls are getting pumpkin spice lattes, I am stalking them and planning their brutal murder. Want to help me hunt? October is the best month to kill.

Just A Snuff Phone Sex Slut

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I’m just a snuff phone sex slut. A pain slut and humiliation pig. I’m a servant to this Mistress that is fiercely controlling. It was her weekend for me. She always starts it off with me being picked up in her Jaguar. I don’t even get to really enjoy the ride to it’s fullest. I am immediately hogtied, ball gagged and blindfolded before being shoved in the backseat. I get to enjoy the smell of luxurious leather seats. My senses are otherwise cut off. They even shoved earplugs in my ears this time. I really only had my sense of smell to go by. Deaf dumb and blind they said as they shoved them in my ears laughing.

I was hauled out of the back like they were hauling a body bag from the car. Pulled out and tossed over the shoulders of what seemed like a giant. He was Marcia’s Accomplice, a big burly built black man. Once inside I was set down and stumbled to stand. I was wearing 8″ high heels and a little wobbly after laying in the backseat for a couple of hours. I was immediately undressed, collared and my nipples got taped. I was her pet for the weekend and the first thing I get a drink of is Misstress’s piss. Like a bitch on a leash I am lapping it up from a bowl. The whole time I was being inspected by mistresses gloved hands. She was probing and commenting on my holes and how much she anticipated ripping those fucking whore holes of mine. Laughing as she does she snapped her fingers and 5 huge black guys came in and commenced to fuck the life out of me.

Fantasy Phone Sex

Sadistic Phone Sex Cunt

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Based on a lot of my calls, I know that some of you out there are sick fucks who love sadistic phone sex. Don’t get me wrong at all – I’m not saying that being sick in this way is bad. Quite the contrary, actually. I love giving up all my control to strong, sexy men like you who want to do the vilest, cruelest things to my hot little body. It makes my pussy wet to hear about all of the things you would do to my body, causing me pain to bring you pleasure. I live for hearing these kinds of fantasies. Maybe you want to tie me up and strangle me while you fuck me. As soon as I lose consciousness, you let go, making sure I’ll still be alive. You keep fucking me and shooting load after load inside me. When I wake up, scared and in pain, you strangle me again until I pass out. Of course, one of these times you’ll probably go too far and snuff me out, but you deserve all the fun you’ll have in the meantime. We can talk about that or any other sadistic fantasy you have. I’m at your mercy.

Auditioning for Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI want to be in snuff movies. I have no desire to be in mainstream movies. Most of my girlfriends have done porn or had bit roles in cheesy B horror films. Me? I have been in much darker, authentic films. The kind of films that make men very wealthy. I know this underground director. I have long tried to get an audition with him. I have fantasized about being on his casting couch. I finally got my audition. I had to bring my A game. I showed up looking sexy. When I got on the stage, I was told I had 20 minutes to convince him I was the right whore for his snuff porn.  I know I am the right whore. I sat in the chair, spread my legs and grabbed a serrated blade laying on the table next to me. I began with licking the blade until I cut my lip. I licked the blood seductively across my lips. I moved the blade down my body, pressing it firmly against my right breast. I sliced off my nipple. When I heard his assistant gasp, I knew I was in the right direction. I did not have forever to audition, so I had to speed up the process by putting the knife between my legs. Blood, my blood, was dripping down my stomach from my severed nipple. The site of the blood made my future director hard. Another good sign. I took the knife and crammed it up my cunt. I am a pain slut. I have never pierced my pussy so deeply with a long blade before, but I was auditioning for a once in a lifetime part. You know. The kind of role a woman is willing to die for. I almost did. I got the part. The die part will have to wait until we begin filming.

Snuff Sex with a Vampire

snuff sexIf you are going to have snuff sex, why not cum hard one last time, right? I was in this small Ohio town recently with an interesting history. Over 100 years ago, a complete city just disappeared. All the inhabitants vanished in the night. I decided to investigate. I love a good mystery. I was in the middle of the abandoned city and my car broke down. I saw an old building on the other side of a wooded area. I went through the forest to see if I could find help or a gas station. Before I made it through the clearing, I heard a voice. I almost pissed myself. There he was in front of me. A tall handsome stranger. Brooding and scary at the same time. He opened his mouth and I saw his fangs. I was mesmerized. As he told me he could not let me live, I felt a strange calm come over me. I should have been pissing my panties, screaming or running as fast as I could. But I was in a trance listening to his calm and steady voice tell me he would fuck me before draining my blood. Now, I knew what had happened to the people of this town all those years ago. No one would believe me that a vampire had killed all the residents and now lurks in the woods. Of course, I was not surviving to tell anyone either. I did not want to die, but I was helpless against a vampire in the dead of night in the middle of Podunk Ohio. He fingered my wet cunt as he sunk his teeth into the throbbing vein on my neck. As I came on his fingers, his fangs sunk into my flesh draining me of my blood. I felt my body go cold. I passed out, but I woke up. Had it been a dream? No. He spared me. Not my life, but me. He gave me internal life. I will now live with him in the middle of nowhere for eternity.

I Was Bad and Got Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexI need domination phone sex. I have been a bad girl. Master had me kidnap this young girl for him. I got what he wanted. A young blonde girl not very tall, skinny, no tits and no pussy hair. Not because it is shaved but because she is at that age that hair just has not sprouted there yet. She looked like a mini me before I got plastic tits and botoxed lips. Master likes them younger than me. Tighter than me. Less experience than me. I had clear instructions, but I wanted to play with her. I told myself I was priming her for her new daddy, my master. I needed to make sure she was a virgin. Master loves popping young cherries. I was having so much fun exploring her slim young body. I explored with my tongue and my fingers. I knew master wanted her for a teen rape porn. He streams the show and makes bank when his dick comes out coated in virgin blood. I played too hard with her. I crammed too many fingers up her bald cunny, and I popped her cherry. I knew master would be livid because I fucked with his profits. My only plan was to kill her and get a new one. I was not sure I had enough time for that before master returned. I tied up my sex captive and went to the mall. I found one perfect, even better than the other little slut. By the time I got back to master’s dungeon he was home. He was not happy. He was fucking the victim I ruined. She was dead. He had choked her out. I would have died too if I did not have an even better snuff sex victim bound and gagged with me. Luckily, I thought quickly and saved my life. Master beat me still, but sense I replaced the goods I damaged with something even younger, he spared my life. Would you be so generous if I damaged your goods?

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

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I am constantly barraged with murder phone sex fantasies. I am not a people person. I hate almost everyone. I am anti-social. I have impulse disorder. I am a narcissist. I was diagnosed with a slew of disorders before I finished high school. My parents were worried about me. I take after my maternal grandfather. He was related to Ed Gein. He is the serial killer Psycho is based on. The sadistic gene skipped a generation because my mom was Suzy Homemaker. When I was being bullied at school, my mom said turn the other cheek. My grandpa, however, had a different approach. I have been killing my enemies and any fucktard that gets in my way ever since. I am also a contract killer. I even kill losers with a death wish who are too much of a pussy to off themselves. Last week, a guy found my ad on the Dark Net. He paid me through Bit Coins. I thought we were all set when he backed out. Got too scared. He told me to keep the money. Of course, I would keep the money. It would never be an option to return the money. But when I am paid, I do what I am paid for. I do not care if you get cold feet. I am like Liam Neeson. I have a particular set of skills that I have acquired over my life and those skills make me a nightmare for people like this guy. I found him and I killed him. If you pay me to kill you, I do it quickly. I am in it for the money; your death is just bonus. But if you are even more spineless or annoying than I thought, I am throwing in torture sex for free. I destroyed his body. Cut his cock off and left it in his mouth. The press is having a field day over this unsolved murder. They think it was a mob hit. No. Just a pissed off Goth girl killing.