Category: Snuff sex

The Perfect Victim

Sadistic phone sexIf 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 pornAss 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

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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.

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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.

Snuff Sex With a Useless Whore

So your looking to take some sexual aggression out on a worthless whore are you? I’m just the prey, bait, or submissive whore that you desire. My big fake tits are always the target for a lot of torture as in my ass and cunt. I’m always falling into situations beyond my control and end up being left for dead or in the E.R. after some stranger finds me and takes their use of me first, even in my tattered fucked up form.

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Let me be your fuck doll for all your twisted desires to be acted out upon. My mere existence is as a useless whore and always in need of some form of rape phone sex fantasies to be acted out on me to really make me come.

Sex Trafficking Whore

Snuff phone sex MaceyMy Master knows the owner of a very high-end sex trafficking ring and they asked him to let them use me for a night for one of their VIP clients. It took Master a little while to think about it and consider whether he wanted me to be used and abused in such a prolific way, but he ended up agreeing to sell me and let his friend know that their driver could come and pick me up. I was really scared because i’ve never been sold to a sex trafficking company before, but Master assured me that everything would be okay and that I would be back to him the following evening once they were done using me. The driver took me straight to a hotel room and the VIP was there with sexy, lacy black lingerie laid out on the bed for me to change into. He was a big, burly and scary looking man and he used force with shoving me into the lingerie while he touched me all over. I was crying because he was being such a fucking asshole and I didn’t like the feeling of his hands on my body! He made me lay on the bed and tied my ankles and wrists super tightly to all four of the bed posts. He had a tool box that he opened and smiled at as he told me he was going to have some fun with my tight holes. He took the monkey wrench and clamped it on to my clit while he shoved the handle of a hammer up my tight asshole. The handle was covered in splinters and I could feel them all stabbing into my insides while he rammed it in and out of me. I was cowering and quivering in pain but he didn’t give a fuck, the more I squirmed around, the hornier it made him! I ended up passing out from the pain and when I woke up I was covered in blood and cut open. He had fallen asleep next to me on the bed and then suddenly woke up and said that it was time for me to go back to my Master. I was so happy to leave his sinister ways.

The Drowning

Sadistic phone sex“I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. He’s going to kill me”, were the terrifying thoughts I repeated over and over again in my head. I had burnt dinner again. And my man would be home in a few minutes. I’ve begged for him to talk to our landlord about that stupid stove, it hasn’t worked right for weeks now. And if I talk to the landlord that’s another reason for him to beat my ass. I hear his keys unlocking the three bolt locks he keeps on the door to keep me a prisoner in my own home. I cower in the corner because I know I’m in trouble. You can smell the burnt meal and the house is filled with smoke. The door opens…
“Bitch, you burnt my meal again!”, he yells walking towards me.
He grabs me by my hair, dragging me toward the bathroom. He makes me sit next to the tub as he fills it with water. I’m so scared, I want to run but I can’t move. He’s not saying anything and it’s terrifying. He’s sitting on the toilet calmly smoking a cigarette not saying anything but his eyes are filled with hate and disgust. He flicks the cigarette into the toilet, turns the water off. Then he attacks..gripping my hair he dunks my head into the water. He holds me under and it feels like forever. I try to fight back but he’s so strong. I fight to lift my head up but he holds me under. Right when I feel like I’m going to die he lifts my head out of the water, I gasp for oxygen and my lungs are burning painfully. I don’t get much air before he dunks my head back under. He repeats this horrific torture over and over again. And he doesn’t say a word the entire time. During the brief moments he allows me to have air I’m so busy gasping for it, I can’t even beg him to stop before he dunks my head back under. He doesn’t stop until he’s tired of this dangerous game. If I don’t leave soon he’s going to kill me.

Snuff Sex Blair

snuff sexSnuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.

I’m going to cum from this eventually

I was out at a bar with some friends and I decided to leave before anyone else. Walking out to the car, I had my head down looking into my purse and suddenly I had arms around me pulling me toward a car. I saw the car and knew it was my ex’s car. I screamed at him to let me go, and he took his arms off me and said “Alright, alright stop your fucking screaming it’s just me. Get in the car.” “With you? Oh fuck no…I’m not going anywhere with you.” He flashed a gun and again told me to get in. I got in the passenger side and he pushed me to the driver’s side and told me to get going. When he was shoving me over I noticed a woman tied up in the back with a bandanna around her head gagging her. “Where are we heading.” I said to him in total fear. He told me to just head out and go left out of the parking lot. After about 10 minutes we arrived at a dump of a hotel, the $20 a night kind of slum. My ex turned around and pointed the gun at the woman and told her she was going to walk to the room and not make a sound or she would be shot in the tits. He took the gag off her and she gasped and rubbed her face.
In the room he had a tarp laid out, and when the woman saw it she started to panic. My ex punched her in the face as hard as he could and told her to shut the fuck up. He took the blanket that was on her and laid it over the tarp and told her to get down on it. She whimpered a little and he raised his hand and she stopped immediately. She lay down on the blanket and he told her to cross her legs Indian style. Then he looked at me and said when I tell you to, jump on her knee. When he said go, he jumped on her other knee and her hip joints broke. She started screaming out of pain so he stuffed the bandanna in her mouth. Tears were streaming down her face.
My ex doesn’t get off from fucking of any kind. He cums simply from torture and I am his accomplice tonight. And I think it’s going to be a long night.
I will write more tomorrow, I have to go help him again…

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Sex With Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesWhen my friend informed me she has sex with dead bodies, I laughed. I know how it works for guys, but girls? I didn’t think it was possible unless rigor mortis had set in to make his dick stiff as a board. She explained it all to me.  There is a special anal device that stimulates the prostate making the cock hard even in the afterlife. I enjoy sex. I just don’t enjoy people. I don’t want to cuddle. I don’t want to chit chat. I just want to fuck till I cum, then be gone. I masturbate a lot. I have a Bob (battery operated boyfriend). Lilith convinced me to go to the morgue with her. We snuck in last night to check out the new meat! Death doesn’t scare me. I kill and torture for a living. If I can make people dead, why can’t I fuck the dead? We opened up drawers to check out the goods. I was looking for a porn star John Doe. I found him too. A dead nigger guy. Looked like a linebacker. Gunshot to the chest was listed as the cause of death. They didn’t shoot his dick thankfully. Even in death his dick looked huge. My first corpse was going to be a hung one. Shoved that probe up his ass, sprung that monster corpse dick to life and took the ride of a life. Came so hard on Hung Doe’s cock. It was nice. He didn’t try to cuddle. He didn’t want pillow talk and it was all about my pleasure; plus, he was hung like a horse. My friend works at the morgue, so we have decided to host after hour parties for women. Fuck Tinder. Cum on down to the morgue and have no strings attached fucking. Now I understand why necrophilia phone sex is so popular.