Category: Snuff sex

Daddy and His Friend

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Now that I’m 18, Daddy won’t let me out of the house. He wants to keep me for himself and all his best friends. Last night Daddy came home with one of his friends. I could smell the scotch on all over them! I knew what was coming. Daddy grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to his bedroom. He pushed me face down on his bed. I peeked over my shoulder and saw his friend taking off his belt. He smacked my ass over and over and over again. When he finally stopped, he spread by cheeks, spit on my tight little hole, and stuck his big cock right in my ass. I knew better than to scream. It just hurt so bad, so I struggled. My Daddy didn’t like that. He grabbed my hair and forced my face into the bed so I couldn’t move until his friend was done with me. I couldn’t breathe. I knew I just had to take it until Daddy took his turn and filled me with his cum too.

Week Two: Seven Deadly Sins: Greed

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You may be wondering how a person can be greedy with sex. In my last blog I told you about a woman who had fucked my new guy, came a bunch of times and right before my guy was going to cum she got dressed and left. Normally a guy might rant and rave and be pissed but then forget it after a while. Not my guy, he doesn’t forget.
He made a plan to kidnap the bitch and show her that greed can actually kill you. There is an old shed on some property my guy knows about. It’s not his, but he knows no one will come snooping because it is a drug manufacturers/dealers land and when he is growing, it’s well protected. My guy is buddies with the dealer so here we are. Grabbing the bitch was pretty easy, she didn’t know me. She opened the door when I knocked, I quickly shoved a needle in her thigh and injected the ketamine into her, she was unconscious almost immediately. She dropped inside her house, so I simply went in opened the garage door and we loaded her into the van. There is an old shed on the property where pot used to be grown, we put the bitch on a dolly and rolled her to it. He had made this make shift table just wide and long enough for her body. He cut all her clothes off and flung her limp body onto the table. He started strapping down from head to toe, and shoved a ball gag in her mouth. He turned and looked at me with a sly devilish smile and said “Watch this babe.” He got this contraption from the van and set it up between her legs. It had a dildo and vibe attached to it. I thought to myself…well that isn’t going to be torture really. I was wrong.
He gave her the reversing agent for the ketamine and started slapping her to come to. Once she was aware of her surroundings she tried to move and scream, but couldn’t. My guy laughed then brought his face up to hers so she could see him and he asked “Do you remember me you greedy little bitch.” She nodded her head as tears came down her cheeks. He laughed and put just a drop of lube on the big dildo, positioned the machine and guided the dildo into her pussy and the vibrator over her clit. He turned the machine on and it slowly started to move. Ahh a fucking machine. He turned the speed up to medium/high and she started to moan. He laughed again “She won’t be moaning for long.” I looked at him with confusion as we walked back to the van. “Are we leaving her there?” I asked and he nodded. Two days later he called me up and said “Let’s go visit the greedy bitch.” I agreed mostly out of curiosity. We got to the shed, and now I could see what he was doing. The fucking machine had been going for these 2 whole days. Her pussy was wrecked; there was blood all over her legs and on the floor. The fucking machine had ruptured blood vessels or something inside her vag, her insides were wrapped around the dildo as if it had gotten so dry it just ripped right out of her. She was dead. Fucked to death.

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Torture Sex Death

torture sexTorture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine.  I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.

Castration Phone Sex is My Fav

castration phone sexWhen guys ask me what my favorite kind of call is, I never hesitate when I say castration phone sex. It might surprise you how many calls a week I get for this. I’m prepared too. My grandpa ran a prison. When it was shut down and merged with a new modern prison, I inherited some memorabilia. My favorite is the old death row chair. If this chair could talk! It would tell a tale about lots of men needing their nuts removed so they wouldn’t get their lives erased. If you made P men eunuchs, perhaps their urges for little ones would be harder to act on. If you lobbed off the balls of murderers perhaps they wouldn’t feel the need to kill so often. Testosterone makes men crazy. If you castrated men who attack women because they know they can’t get fucked without force, perhaps they wouldn’t be about to get it up to do the deed. If men with naughty desires came to me first, I could solve the problem of overcrowded prisons. Of course, there are just tiny dick losers and pain sluts who can benefit from junk removal too. This former death row chair is now a castration chair. Straps used to stop a prisoner from convulsing, keep you from seizing from the pain. The little cup underneath designed to collect the piss and shit a prisoner leaves when exiting this world, collect your testicles now. The plank for bracing limbs when a prisoner’s body goes into shock from electrocution, separates your cock from your balls for me. This chair has the souls of dead criminals in it. Now it has the blood and tears of losers who don’t deserve their balls.  I have the sharp knife, castration bands, booze, mouth bit and soldering pen. You just bring your worthless balls. I’m ready for taboo phone sex. Are you?

Mutilation Phone Sex Gets HOT!

Mutilation phone sexHe wanted to put me on a spit and roast me!! What really had my juices flowing was that he wanted me to WANT to be put on a spit and roasted. So, he tortured me. He tied me up and pried each nail off of my fingers and toes. Then, he took a lash to my backside, cutting gashes and gouges into my lower back, ass, and thighs. He pulled whole chunks out of my hair by hand, and cut my tits all up. By the time he was finished torturing me, I was begging to die. I still wasn’t ready to beg to be burned by slow-roasting over a fire, though. That was when he brought out this enormous garden stake. It was about 3 inches thick and at least a foot and a half long, and it had a very pointy edge. The entire thing was wood, and it was definitely not the smoothest stick I’d ever seen. He bent me forward, and he spread my tender, painful ass cheeks. He started to push that spike up into my ass. I don’t know how far he got it, but with the splinters jabbing into my ass and the spike pressing in all the wrong places, it wasn’t long before I was begging for him to just put me on the spit and have done with it. By the time he shoved that spit up my ass, and through my guts til it came out of my mouth, I was just done. I was ready for the darkness to swallow me. Now, he’s carrying me, with his friend, over to the fire, and I can feel the heat the closer we get. I can’t help the tears that are falling, but I am ready to be done…

Peeping Tom

Rape phone sex fantasiesI’m home all alone, walking around my house in panties and nothing else. I have the blinds open, and you’re peering through my window. You’re salivating at the sight of my big tits. I don’t know that you’re watching me, and I don’t know that I left the back door open. When I lay back on the sofa and spread my legs you can’t handle seeing my wet pussy. You burst through the back door and I scream. You pull me by my hair forcing me to my knees and shove your hard dick into my mouth. I gag when you hold the back of my head and brutally fuck my face. When you make me put my face to the floor and my ass in the air I scream for someone to help me. But no one comes and you push your throbbing hard cock into tight asshole. You pump my ass with powerful thrust and I scream in agony. You grip my hair and pull my head back so hard I think my neck is going to snap. You tear my tight ass hole and I faint to escape the pain, then suddenly I feel you warm cum filling my asshole. And just like that, you leave and I breath a sigh of relief.

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Snuff Sex Carnal Desires

When your carnal desires begin to stir and that bulge in your pants needs something twisted to get relief and snuff sex is the only thing that will really get you off. I’m a vicious accomplice for all sorts of wicked fun and games as the twisted fun I have is what drives my libido out the fucking window. I am a fucking machine and love to fuck at the end of a messy blood coated adventure.

My last adventure as a hired hand in committing a gruesome torture phone sex act with a dumb little fucking brat. I beat the crap out of her and punched her in the mouth to make it a bloody toothless mess for my partner in crime to fuck. I fisted that young sluts cunt with my spiked rings on and oh the pleasure of seeing that cunt bleed.

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Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSnuff sex? It’s too final for me.  I mean snuff equals death, right?  He said we were just simulating a snuff scenario. I didn’t have a choice. He is a man. Men are always in control, at least with me. I’m just a blonde bimbo, right? I’m not good for anything but fucking, sucking and abusing. When I arrived, I was ordered to disrobe. It was time for a naked inspection. Him and his friends inspected me for body hair and cleanliness. I had very specific orders on how I was to appear before arrival. Clean, shaved and sans any make up, perfume or jewelry. Once I passed inspection, I was escorted to the basement with several other women. Someone was cooking something. I could smell the aroma. Sweet with herbs. It was hard to imagine we were being served dinner. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we all gasped when we realized we were going to be dinner. Big caldrons of water hanging over open flames with girls already cooking. Have you ever smelled cooking flesh? Apples were placed in our mouths. A masked man rubbed us down with a butter and olive oil mixture. Another man sprinkled herbs on us. I sat there scared knowing I was simply waiting my turn to be cooked to death. I felt a strange mix of fear and satisfaction. If going to die, at least I knew I would make a satisfying meal. What are your cannibalism phone sex fantasies?

Final day of Gluttony, a fat burger for the fat ass

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Continued

Last time we talked, I had just told you about our first week of the 7 deadly sins. We started with gluttony and a giant fat woman. My current man has a fetish for mutilation and snuff sex.

I don’t think she knew she was eating her own fat, or that he had even cut it off of her. The fat bitch even started to enjoy it. My new guy made a burger covered with all kinds of stuff and covered it with her blood. She was so out of it she ate it like any other burger.

He started to cut her up the middle and laid out each piece still attached to her back. Once he was done nothing was left of her front, the fat was all splayed out around her. You could see her ribs, her abdomen, even her pussy with all the fat removed. She wasn’t responding to him slapping her due to blood loss so he gave her a shot of adrenaline and she came to. He set up and mirror to show her how her fat was removed and she started to scream again but she could barely get any sound out, she was starting to die. He looked her in the eyes and said I’m going to fuck your slimmed down pussy while you die you bitch and tears started rolling down her face. He laughed and took his pants down and said “Fat ass, your crying only got me nice and hard.” And a maniacal laugh followed. He fucked her for several hours even after she died. When I didn’t think he could fuck anymore, he cut off a piece of the fat and sat down next to me. He handed me the piece of fat and said hold this around my cock, and he came again and again. We left with her dead and fat starting to rot all around her. Rigor had set in and it was funny to see her huge fat legs spread out all on their own from him fucking her.

Guess we are onto a new sin next week, this one is done dead. Let’s see what will be next….

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Cuckold Beat Down

Teen phone sexMy Master has a friend that loves being treated like a dirty, filthy cuckold and he requested that Master lend me to him so that he could use me to fulfill his fantasies. This guy was weird as fuck, but what’s new! Everywhere we went throughout the day, he made me ride on his back and parade around with him like he was my little pony.  I had to whip him and put a collar and leash around his neck as I controlled the directions that we went while riding on top of him like a cowgirl. I humiliated him while we were in the mall, he was my submissive pay pig, allowing me to have complete financial domination over him! I got so much shit bought for me, he was good at obeying all of my rules that I gave to him! When we got back to the cuck’s house, the tables turned and he became extremely angry with me and all of the embarrassment that I had caused him throughout our day together. He beat me up really bad, shoving me against the wall and punching me with his fists until I dropped to the floor. He proceeded to kick me until I was bleeding from every crevice of my body. This piece of shit mother fucker hurt me so bad that I wasn’t able to open my eyes properly to see for over a week because they were bruised so badly. He knocked me unconscious and when I came to, I was laying in a pool of blood on his kitchen floor. He was nowhere to be found in the house so I called my Master to come and pick me up. Master was fucking pissed that he had to interrupt his day to come and get me but I had no other choice. My cell phone was missing as well as all of the gifts that the pay pig bought for me. I was left bloodied and robbed. Master punished me even more once we got back to our house.