Category: Snuff sex

Anal Slave

Ass rape pornMy black crippled asshole is a throbbing mess. Master came back last night and really showed me how much stress he had built up inside of him from work, he let it all out on my ass. That is not all though. He also wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone. He told some of his close friends at work to come over later that night. I am not sure what went on while on his trip for work but whatever it was all of these men needed a sex slave like me to punish. My master had me tied up on my stomach, with my arms and legs spread out. My wrists and ankles tied up. I really tried not to get turned on by this but when the 5 men came down to the torture chamber in the basement I couldn’t help it. The evil, sadistic looks they were giving me, gave my whole body chills. I live for this torture shit. I wanted to scream out, “Yes take this nigger ass and torture it, show me what that white cock can really do”. I knew better than that though, I would never want to embarrass my master. I just played scared, trying my best to keep my pussy from dripping sweet juice all over the wooden table. Master finally came down, giving me the same look. His eyes told me my asshole was on the menu for torture. He looked at the men, they already had a plan by the looks they were giving each other. That is when one of the men came behind me and spread my asscheeks wide open. Another man walked over to the corner, grabbing different toys, or maybe I should say weapons. When he came back, I saw a baseball bat, a paddle, chains, and a ball gag. The next thing I know, a ball gag is being placed around my mouth, the chain was being placed around my neck. One of the men had a paddle in their hands, and the other had a baseball bat in his hand. My master then gave the men a nod of approval. They told me my nigger ass better get ready for some good old fashion torture. After those words were spoken, one of the men shoved the bat as far up my ass as he could and pulled the chain around my neck so hard I thought my neck was going to snap. I moaned out in agony. Another man said “Did we tell you to make a sound” then he whipped my ass leaving a sting feeling on my ass that wasn’t going anywhere. For the next five hours, I was a sex slave to all of these men. My master sat in the corner and watched the entire time my asshole was being used and abused by his workmates. I am not sure what happened to my master while he was gone but he came back a changed man. I am not sure if I should be turned on or scared. I guess only time will tell.

Forced fucked after labor

Fantasy phone sexDuring our evil fantasy phone sex, you didn’t even care that I had just popped a rotten little brat out of my slutty cunt. You took me straight home from the hospital and had your way with me with no regard to how I was feeling. In fact, the nurses suggested that I stay in their care for a couple of days but that didn’t even phase you! You yanked those IVs out of my arm and threw me over your shoulder in my hospital gown & dragged me out at your own recognizance. The fact that my pussy just went through an intense physical experience and is basically handicapped at this point is not even something in your head that you think is a good enough excuse to not force fuck me. It hurts so bad but you don’t care one bit. I’m screaming and moaning & your cock only becomes more horny for my skanky mommy pussy. It’s freshly birthed and now freshly force fucked! Fill me up with cum and give me an infection, it’s like pouring salt into an open wound!

how bad do you want it

snuff sexI interviewed for my dream job. I have been dying to get this postion. When I got the callback, I knew I nailed it and had it in the bag. I thought my potential boss loved me and was respectable and professional. Going in for this second interview was something I wanted more than ever. I was so close to victory and potentially got this job I have hoped for, for what felt like the longest. I walked in gleefully and cheery. I could tell he was not in the mood. I guess he was parting a little too much because his blinds were closed and it was dark. I could feel the environment and vibe shift even more sinister when he started asking me sexual questions. I tried to shrug it off, but he came on even stronger. Panick surged inside me, and all I could smell was the liquor on his breath. I was wondering why he was so close to me, and I knew he wanted a piece of me. He asked me how bad I want the job and proceeded to have snuff sex with me till I was knocked out cold.

My Necrophilia Side

Necrophilia phone sex

I wasn’t always a necrophile slut.  I was always a mutilator and small animal killer whore though.The only subject I actually enjoyed was Bio. I excelled in that class, except for the dissection part. Looking at that dead piglet I felt my first stirring…that tingle of excitement mixed with a yearning for the non-living. In death it looked so serene and happy, blissfully unaware of its surroundings; lying on the metal table surrounded by sweaty School girls armed with gloves and scalpels. I faked sick so I could skip that class. I couldn’t bear watching my classmates violate the sanctity of death. I’m obsessed with death. I find it so beautiful. I especially love the ones with thick eyebrows and a slight grimace in their perpetual slumber. Only I am the murderess and those still, unmoving bodies smooth and hard like marble underneath my body Make my pussy so fucking wet.  I inject fluid into my victims’ dicks so I can ride them for hours as they stay erect. Then I cut my breast so the blood runs down for lubrication. My pussy lips provide most of the lubrication though. Nothing like sex with dead bodies mixed with a bloodgasm. I feel the most alive after fucking a dead body. Is it the same for you baby? Would you like this sweet young whore I have laid out on the slab, her cold body perfect for your cock? Tell Angel of Death Jezabel all about it!

No Slut Slave Can Compare

I guess no fucking slave whore can compare to me. I overheard my temporary master and my master on the phone. My master was talking pretty loud saying he feels sorry for my temp master.Torture sex The slave whore he has, can’t come close to putting up with half of the things I can. I was surprised to hear this, my temp master was very forceful and strong. My master does do some pretty fucking crazy things. He probably had the poor slut chained up, with spikes digging into her neck, ramming cocks down her throat all night. Every time one of those hard rock cocks dug deeper, the spikes pierced right through her poor aching neck. I bet there was blood everywhere. I am sure master wiped all that blood up, using his cock as the sponge. He loves to use blood as his personal lube. I am sure that was too much for her. Hmmm just thinking about that, made my slutty slave pussy melt with pleasure. I guess I do miss my master after all. Good thing I am packing up tonight. I will be leaving in the morning, I am sure master is going to have some wild and crazy shit planned for me. I know deep down he misses this fucking nigger whore. Maybe now he will see, it doesn’t get any better than me.

Torture Sex with The Punisher

torture sexTorture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.

Pyscho-ex-girlfriend

snuff sexI knew snuff sex was the way to his heart but to keep him from wandering I had to amp it up. When my master’s ex-girlfriend started resurfacing, I knew it meant trouble for me. Not only was she a freak she was a pyscho willing to do it all. For a while now I have been asked to stab my holes for his pleasure. I have been adamant about not doing so. However, things do change. As soon as I saw I was quickly replaceable, I decided to do what his heart desired and ruin myself to the limit. I knew seeing me bloody would make him commit to me even more. Blood and tears get his cock off instantly. I did what I had to do to keep the pyscho ex away.

Blasphemy sex fascinates me

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex fascinates me, the idea of doing something so wicked gets me wet as fuck. I had to do something big so I went and found myself a little bitch and brought her to the nearest church. I tied the little whore up and gagged her and stashed her in a little cupboard until the church service began. I locked all the parishioners in and made sure that there was no possible escape routes and then I put on one hell of a show! I was up above them all  on the choir balcony so no one could get to me but they could all see me and that stupid little whore very well. I stripped the little bitch and held her up so that they could all see me shove a cross up her ass, she screamed so loud that everyone turned to look and when they saw what I was doing they flipped the fuck out. People were fainting and screaming but I told them that I was their God now and that if they wanted this bitch to survive they had better start worshiping me! They didn’t like that too much so I said well fuck your god I will kill this whore right here in his house and you can’t stop me! I slit her fucking throat and watched her blood spray all over them, it was so fucking hot! I will definitely have to plan something else like that very soon!

Snuff sex addict

snuff sexSnuff sex is the best when it is spontaneous. I like going to clubs and targetting sluts that catch my eye. The best snuff fuck sessions have happened randomly. I see a girl I know, and I instantly get the wrong ideas. This week I saw a girl that is an avid bible study ended. We both went to Catholic school together. I could see she was out of her element and I decided to buy her a drink. I made her ease up with some fun stuff. She had no idea I slid some pills in her glass. I had her so out of it that I even was having her do a bunch of coke lines. I eventually convinced her to partake in a gangbang. I had a few buddies rough her up and leave her beaten to a pulp. I wonder how she woke up the next day if she ever did.

Bondage Phone Sex Upside Down

bondage phone sexHe told me he was a fan of bondage phone sex. He told me that for my time as his BDSM slave, he would give me a bag of coke. He had me at bag of coke. I am a coke whore. It always leads me down dangerous avenues, however. I should have known better. When I arrived, I was hit over the head. I didn’t see it coming. I woke up hanging upside down, bound in an extremely awkward position. The guy I agreed to meet, was waiting for me with his monster cock out. He skull fucked me while I was dangling in the air upside down. Blood was trickling down my face from the blow to the head. Turns out he enjoyed my blood dripping on his dick. He said blood is great lube. I knew I was in over my head. I thought I was having some BDSM fun not snuff sex. I figured some whips and chains, and restraints, but he was strangling me and fucking me so hard I puked on his dick. Because of the position I was in, I ended up swallowing most of my own puke, which made me puke again. He was laughing at what a disgusting whore I was. I tried to think about the coke, but he was fucking me so hard from an upside-down position that I kept passing out. The head wound compounded my dizzy feeling. Eventually, he grew bored with me. He had cum so much he couldn’t cum anymore. I was dizzy, sore and bleeding from my head, so I was happy to be set free, but that didn’t happen until the next morning. He kept me to mutilate my tits and my clit. This was a far cry from some BDSM fun. It was torture sex.