My friend invited Macey and me over to snuff out the new girls in the neighborhood. A little promiscuous bunch moved next door. We could see all types of guys come in and out. My friend invited Macey and I and wanted us to lure the three sluts over. We wanted to give them a home welcoming to the neighborhood. In actuality, we were just going to fuck the whores up and do some wicked snuff stuff with the twats. The three girls were dressed up like complete prostitutes ready for dick. Macey and I got all three fucked up and ready to be used. It was so hot to see them beg for mercy. None of them were going to leave without being subjected to snuff sex. Having three whores tied up is hard work, but it was so fucking hot to see the blood sweat and tears stream. We were going to make sure they each got our masters cock till they all died. Watching them choke out and taking their last breath. 
Category: Snuff sex
Whores must die
Snuff Sex by Suffocation
Snuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face. I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.
Deflowering a virgin
The task was quite simple I had to bring a virgin to my master so he could have endless snuff sex with the new slave pet. I found the perfect victim. Naomi was sweet as pie and a goody two shoes. I knew I had to ruin her life and bring her to the dungeon with my master. I invited her over for a project we got assigned to and it spiraled from there. My master was pleased and wanted me to help torture her holes. I felt terrible, but I knew If I didn’t assist I would be dead meat. I helped drug her and take her to the cell. I knew she would never see the light after this. My master had his way with her popped her cherry and fucked her for hours on end. He loved deflowering her virgin young pussy. It was hellish to see but I had to keep my mouth shut or I would be ruined too. When Naomi awoke, she was utterly incoherent. I was surprised the dosage was so loud it knocked out all recollection. My master let her go and was sly she didn’t even remember being tied up and also fucked though she awoke midway with blood-curdling screams. He liked that she was blind to the fact that she was being used. I know this isn’t the last time I will be bringing Naomi over. Master liked her way too much.
I think he deserved it
This little bitch boy thought he could disrespect me? Talk back to me? Who the fuck did he think he was?? He was supposed to be at my feet worshiping me like the Goddess I am but instead all I got was whining and bitching and back talk and there was no way I would let that go unpunished. I pulled out my taser and gave him a lil zap, he shut right the fuck up while he was jerking around on the floor wetting himself. I tied him up while he was incapacitated and made sure to have his naked ass up in the air too. Then I pulled out a nice thick curling iron, a professional one that gets nice and hot and I shoved it up his ass. I fucked his ass nice and fast at first so that he wouldn’t really get burned right away but as we went on I got slower and slower. In the end I melted his poor lil puckered up asshole, sealed it completely shut. I bet that will improve his attitude!
Snuff
I have been close to death before with men and sex. But they always chicken out and don’t take the final step in snuffing my life out. They will torture my body. Suffocate me until I pass out. But no matter how much I beg I cannot get them to finish the job. The ultimate orgasm that I could have would be death after I am beaten and tortured. And this is something I am denied over and over. Guys talk about loving to fuck a whore and then kill her but I have yet to find me one of these guys to follow thru. Maybe they are scared they will get in trouble. Lol, I will be dead who is gonna tell? And really the law does not care about another dead whore.
She Denied Him
This creepy loser is always staring at me and making attempts to get me to go out with him and it just won’t happen, Ever! I swear dude is so fucking gross and creepy and I just couldn’t stand him or his bad aftershave. I got approached again by this loser and really have had it and told him to go fuck himself as it is all he will ever get, and to think you could get a chance with me, dream the fuck on.
Well I guess that must have hit a nerve as I went to walk away I felt a sharp prick of a needle and was becoming incoherent and started stumbling immediately. I awoke in a strange apartment, some sort of factory building and was bound and really sore. I looked at my body and was naked with cuts and bruises everywhere. Then I noticed the cum all over my tits and between my legs was sore and sticky. I was barely able to move and then noticed that I wasn’t going to survive what was next…
Snuff sex with my ex
There is nothing like fucking an ex over. I am not into makeup sex. I much prefer getting even and showing my ex who is boss. We had a tumultuous relationship I must admit I was probably the culprit of the problems. I am not one to shy away from drama. I love sex drugs and rock and roll. I don’t mind being loud and fighting when I high as fuck. I would get in all rage deathmatch fights with anyone in sight. My ex-decided he had enough and called it quits. I was beyond humiliated and wanted revenge. I waited for a couple of days to pass by, and I was going crazy home thinking about how could I possible fuck him over. It dawns on me. I invited him over and he accepted. I pulled an award-winning performance. I made him believe I was going to fuck him crazy, but I was more in to snuff sex he should have known better. I made him feel like the bitch he was as soon as my strap was in all his hoes. I had no mercy for the dumb fucker.
The Church of Blasphemy Sex
I really hate Church folk and the Holier than thou attitudes and all the ignorant crap that surrounds this shit. So I decided to take it onto myself to make some blasphemy phone sex fun on this fine Sunday and really get some satisfaction. I paid a visit to a local Church before services to seduce a sinner of a Priest and dominate the shit out of his pious filled fucked up world of young males. As I expected I caught him with his dick out jerking off to the forbidden fruit these fuckers seem to get all worked up over.
I slipped in and as he was busy with his pud pulling adventures I got behind him, duct taped his mouth, yanked his arms back and bound them with duct tape, and lastly bent him over his desk. I took my special crucifix cock with thorns and started slamming it in his rectum. I slammed him with it as I held up a Bible and preached him a sermon of how he is the Unforgiven. He was turning blue from the inability to breath, oops I covered his nose when I taped his mouth. He was in shock from the thorns of Christ ripping at his rectum and bleeding him much how Christ bled out. I continued to preach as I doused him in “Holy Water” or Vodka and as I was leaving his quarters that I had already surrounded with gasoline, I lit a joint and tossed the lit match. In a Blaze of glory I pronounce thee Cleansed by fire.
Piss in my eyes Daddy
I’m nothing but a dumb and stupid dirty little slut for Daddy and he loves having me gape my eyes open so that he can unleash a huge load of piss into my eyeballs while we have snuff sex. My sockets burn as he splashes his golden shower all over me like how I deserve. It’s a never ending stream of liquid that pulsates into my corneas. So much in fact that I think I may be going blind. My vision is blurry and I can’t see straight but Daddy doesn’t give a fuck. I was screaming and crying the more that he gouged my eyes with his urine but it only made Daddy even hornier to see how much I was suffering and in pain. He really is sick in the head and fuckin demented. The torture and violence that he continues to inflict upon me really is crazy, and he has absolutely zero remorse whatsoever!
Born for Snuff Sex
Daddy told me all I was good for was snuff sex. Back then I never believed him. I was desperate to get out from his clutches. I ran away from home before graduating high school. All I encountered on the streets were men who made daddy look like a choir boy. Its been a decade plus some years since I ran away. The life and soul has been beat out of me. I know my calling. I was born to die a violent death. I decided to be master of my own demise. I got on the dark net to auction off my own murder. I have been planning it for months with the help of some masters who know the dark net terrain well. Do you know how many men want to make a homemade one of a kind snuff porn with me as the star? It was a live podcast for the bidding. I was telling viewers about me, about my life and the bids started coming in from all over the world. Hundreds of men want the privilege of killing a blonde bitch. Some guys commented on the numerous ways they would dispose of me. Some were more violent than others. I want violence. I want blood. I want gore. And, mostly I want pain. I should die a gruesome way. I sold my death to an Irish bloke named Ian for $1 million. There were higher bids but known quite as violent. I made my own Hostel movie. Ian is a fan of medieval torture. He showed me his dungeon full or torture devices. He even plans to skin me alive before tearing off each limb and eating my flesh I won’t know when or where, but my ultimate demise is now imminent. How would you kill me or do you prefer to watch?















