I came home after a night out with friends. Realizing I had forgotten to lock the door, I shrugged as I walked in, thinking nothing of it. I took off my jacket and walked into my bedroom. Playing on my phone, I sat on my bed and kicked off my shoes. I faced my window, the closet behind me. Too occupied with my phone, I didn’t notice the man slipping out from my closet and sneaking up to me. He snatched me up, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. He pulled out a knife and held it to my neck, and I knew that was his warning, telling me if I tried to run, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I whimpered as he taped my wrists together, then to the bed post. He bunched up my top above my tits so they were exposed with my tummy. My skirt was next to be pulled off of me, and he took my panties into his mouth, licking the crotch before throwing them aside. He traced his knife up and down my body, circling my nipples, then my clit. I gulped in fear. Having something so sharp in such delicate areas was certainly unnerving. He took out his cock and shoved it inside my ass. It felt like fire as he ripped through me. I couldn’t help but let out a yelp of pain, and before I knew it, his blade sunk into my stomach. Blood poured out of my as he continued stabbing me. Standing up to reposition himself, he began to fuck one of the larger wounds in my torso. Blood bubbled out of my mouth as I cried and begged him to stop. Blowing his load inside my bloody knife, he left me just as I was as he escaped, his cum oozing out and mixing with my blood. Then he was gone.
Category: Snuff sex
Filthy Whore Gets Her Punishment
I know that I am a filthy, slutty whore and that I deserve all of the awful punishments that happen to me! The abuse only makes me feel like I am getting the proper violent treatment for being the nastiest little snuff bitch. One of my girlfriends has a Dad that is absolutely obsessed with me and has been begging my Master to allow him to have his way with me. Master knew that I was due for a torturous beating so he gave me his blessing of allowing me to go to their house so that I could be face to face with her Dad. When I arrived, he immediately started to punch me, beating me to a pulp. My nose was broken and my limbs were throbbing as I was gushing blood everywhere. I was unable to fight back against him since he was so much bigger than me, so I had no other choice than to fall to the ground and try to protect myself. He was kicking me and I was bruising black and blue all over. He dragged me upstairs by my hair to the bathroom and held my head underwater in the toilet as he forced me to come close to drowning several times. He was a sadistic fuck and shoved his cock into my tight asshole as he had my head under the dirty water. He force fucked me long and hard and it hurt so fucking bad! I passed out from the pain and from all of the water in my lungs. When I came back to consciousness, he had my ankles and wrists tied to all four bed posts where he said he would keep me for the remainder of the day. I know I deserved all of this torture and I am going to accept everything that happens to me!
Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins
As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.
Torture sex in the church
Torture sex in the local church, sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon, right? Well that’s exactly what I did yesterday, I waited until services were started and I locked all the doors so that no one would be able to escape. Then my friends and I took them all hostage and forced them to do all kinds of fucked up shit! I led all the little ones up to the altar and forced them to kneel in front of their preacher, they were terrified and crying and just seeing that had me wet as fuck! I forced the preacher to pull out his cock, he tried to protest but he was already rock hard so it was definitely a token protest at best. He looked eager to get as many of them sucking his dick as possible and trust me, his congregation could definitely tell. They stopped grumbling at us and started getting pissed at their preacher instead. They were calling for his blood after watching him fuck all those little faces! I let them take him and they tore him to pieces, they never even noticed when we slipped out!
Necrophilia phone sex in emergency use a friend…
This guy I know only enjoys necrophilia sex…and I ended up helping him. He came over one night wanting to just hang out and chat. It was Friday night and we just sat and had coffee, but I started feeling strange. My head was fuzzy and I wanted to go to sleep. When I woke up I covered head to toe in plastic wrap. I was totally immobile and could only breathe with the small slit by my mouth and nose. My face and eyes were wrapped as well. I couldn’t even move my fingers; it felt as though each one was wrapped individually.
I started to feel myself being turned over. And after a bit of nothing I feel a sharp suddenly split in my ass and it keeps going harder and faster, he’s fucking my ass. I try to make a noise but my throat, where my voice box is, is taped tightly enough to constrict me from making any noise at all. I feel him cumming in my ass and then I am rolled over again. I don’t know how long passed by when I again felt I was being fucked, this time in my pussy. I could help getting wet, I was being fucked. I felt clamps on my tits being pulled too hard for me to take, I tried again to scream or yell but I couldn’t. I lost count how many times he fucked my pussy and my ass. He used me up really hard.
I woke up, said Thursday on my clock. I was in bed, naked, really sore ass and a really sore pussy. When I was finally oriented to my surroundings…I figure out it’s been 2 weeks. Holy fuck.
I killed her just for fun!
I had no plans yesterday except to just kinda sit around relaxing when some dumb bitch fell in my lap and all my plans changed. She was just looking for a phone to use cus her car broke down, I was happy to let her in cus I knew as soon as I saw her that she was never going to leave my house alive. I told her the phone was in my back room and the dumb bitch followed me in there with no hesitation… until she saw the blood streaked walls and floor. Then she started freaking the fuck out but I just hit her over the head and knocked her out. When she woke up she was tied to my rack and completely naked, she was terrified and I loved it! I took my time and killed her slowly, savoring every moment of her pain… guess she should have knocked on someone else’s door huh?
The Perfect Victim
If my man doesn’t have any money to get high he sends me out to walk the streets. He makes me sale my ass for cash. Tonight he came home angry because he had an argument with a co-worker. He came home and went straight to his drug stash.
“Bitch, have you been giving my dope away?”, he yells.
He knows I haven’t gave his drugs away, he just wants a reason to beat my ass. I race upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom, but he’s faster and he pulls me back down the stairs by my hair. I tumble downstairs landing on my back, my head painfully hits the hardwood floor. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
“Get your ass up and hit the streets!”, he yells.
I get up and head for the door. Every time I walk the streets could be my last. There are a lot of men more sadistic than my man. He doesn’t care that I could be killed, him getting high is more important than my life. Why don’t I have the strength to leave? Do I like being a victim?
Lesbian Ass Rape Porn
Ass rape porn is sort of my specialty. I get fucked up and beg for folks to tear my ass up, literally. When I am sober, I never want anything up my ass, but when I am high on coke, I can’t get enough of anything in my pink stretched out asshole. I was doing lines of coke Friday night with some chicks I know. One of them is a dealer. I need to get drugs from her sometimes because she lets me exchange sex for coke. Usually, I just eat her pussy, maybe toss her salad. Not this time. She was fucked up and feeling rather sadistic. She wanted to fist my ass and my cunt. She wanted to fist me when I was sober though. She wouldn’t let me do a line first. “I want to experience fisting through your eyes, whore,” she laughed. I sat on her office desk, legs spread wide. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the pain. She rammed her fist up my ass full force. Ouch. I mean wow. No wonder I am not an anal sex whore when sober. She had an evil laugh as she fisted me until my ass was a bloody mess. Swollen and prolapsed. I would not be walking normal in the morning. Fuck, I would not be walking normal for a week. When she pulled her bloody, shitty fist out, I thought she was done experimenting. Nope. She called in her friends for some fisting fun at my expense, but not before she made me lick her fist clean. Humiliating and gross. In the end, I got my coke and the sadistic lesbians had some fun with my ass. I may not shit right for awhile, but I am a taboo phone sex whore for a reason.
Snuff Sex: You Can’t Outsmart a Sadistic Bitch
Snuff sex is the best sex. I picked this guy up at this Steam Punk bar I go to often. He wasn’t really a goth or Steam Punk guy. He just had a thing for goth bitches like me. I wasn’t going to marry him. He just looked like a good fuck. Had money too from the way he was dressed and the gold Amex card he used for his tab. He bought me drinks all night. He was an out of town business man. Married of course. He took his ring off to hit on me, but I saw the tan line still. Nothing much gets by me. Again, his marital status didn’t matter to me. I was fucking him, not marrying him. His hotel was nice. One of those ritzy sky rise places downtown. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I wasn’t a hooker. All eyes were on the Goth girl as she walked in on the arm of older, wealthy frequent flyer. All the staff knew his name. We get to his room and he pours me some Absinthe. The kind that is illegal in the US because of its potency. Something was up. My gut was going off, but I wanted to see it through. I scanned the hotel room. It was clear from little things his wife was on this trip with him. Threesome? I started acting drunk. I figured if I acted out inebriated, his true intentions might come out. They did.
He wanted me to kill his wife. In fact, if I didn’t kill her, he would kill her make it look like I did it. He paraded me through the hotel lobby like a show pony. Everyone would remember the Goth girl at the Carlton. My finger prints were on the glass. He was smart, just not smart enough. I fucked him so his DNA would be inside of me; slipped him a roofie in his drink, waited for him to pass out, then I used his phone to text his wife. Waited for her to come back to the room. She wasn’t happy to see me, but I had her cheating, contract killer hiring husband tied up spread eagle. I explained his plot to her. It’s her money he likes to spend, so I made a deal with her. I castrated her sorry excuse for a husband so he couldn’t cheat on her anymore. In fact, she helped me. She would be my alibi if he tried to go to the cops. She would divorce him and share with the police his murder for hire scheme should he try any bullshit again. I cut his balls off with so much joy. Used a rusty blade. Let him bleed enough to scare the fuck out of him, then cauterized the wound. I left her his worthless balls so she could keep them in her purse. Never mess with a sadistic bitch or a wealthy wife.
Snuff phone sex
I was in the tiniest cage ever all cramped up hanging from the ceiling. My naked body was shaking and falling through the little crevices. I waited until the man who owns me lowered me down and began to piss all over me letting my skin absorb his warm stinky piss. After his piss dried into my skin he would take me out of my cage.
I was so sore I could not even get up and move very well, but it didn’t matter since he would push my body down in a matter of seconds so he could take every hole of mine. He ripped me open for the billionth time. Stuffing himself inside of me and choking my neck. He took a knife to my body and stabbed me repetitively over and over again.
He finally blew his load and shoved me back into the cage so I could starve and wait until the next time he wanted to use me.