Category: Snuff sex

Ass Rape Porn in a Dive Bar

ass rape pornMen often tell me that I possess the perfect ass for an ass rape porn. Although I slipped into the accomplice role a few years ago, I still admit to loving anal. My girlfriend and I went to this dive bar nearby where we live. We wanted some trouble. And trouble we found. No women but us in the bar. Initially, we felt like we should leave. The vibe seemed hostile towards women.

We ordered one drink and planned on leaving because no one seemed pleasant. It felt like an incel bar. Like all the misogynistic men with no social skills in our town went to this bar the very night my girlfriend and I did. When we went to leave, one of the patrons yanked me back and said, “Not so fast whore.” Now we knew we never should have gone inside this bar. It had gangbang rape porn set vibes.

And these men did not like two blonde goddesses on their turf. But it appeared to be two strippers against at least 30 men. If we fought, we could end up dead, so we played nice. We stayed, did shots with the guys and showed off our best stripper moves. Neither of us wanted to fuck any of the men in that bar. But we knew that the moment we walked inside it. We should have turned right back around.

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But we did not. And we both knew fighting these men would be detrimental to our health and looks. So, we let them fuck us. My girlfriend and I acted like we loved those men. They sodomized us with cocks and beer bottles. Neither of us are strangers to rough sex. But this fell under the category of rough sex cubed. I mean neither of us ever experienced a group of such angry losers before. Maybe one incel guy at a time. But never a gang of woman hating losers at once. At least I was not alone.

Now we know. Our buttholes appear battered and prolapsed. We are sporting some bruises and ligature marks around our throats from choking us while they explored their rape phone sex fantasies. We will never go to that dive bar again. And I suggest no woman ever go there either.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Want To Die Brutally

 

Make me your next victim. X marks the spot. Take the knife out and plunge it straight into my chest while you ram your cock into my cunt. I’ve been begging to be your next victim in all of my murder phone sex fantasies. I watch the way you grabbed the last girl we played with. Pressing the knife to her neck and making her suck your cock while she cried and begged for us to leave her alone.  My cunt was soaking wet. I wanted to be her. I want you to force your cock down my throat while tears streak down my face.

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It didn’t help when you cut her clothes off and dragged the knife up and down her body. Making tiny cuts in her smooth skin. The blood leaking while I licked it up. I loved hearing her scream. I want to scream too. I want to feel your cock and your knife inside of me. You make torture sex look so fucking sexy.  Make me beg for my life and then end me like she did. Cut me deep. Carve your name into my chest. And then take that knife and force it through my heart. I want to take my last breaths while you fill me with your cum.

Cannibalism phone sex in the Red Light District was a Great Time

Last week you may have noticed your favorite Cannibalism phone sex demoness gone. Obviously I am back and I just took a little vaca to the Red Light District of Amsterdam to check out the scene. In fact I have a lover there that also works the red light district windows. I will only to refer to them as windows from this point forward.

Anyway, as I was saying the two of us got super evil. We always get our energies so entwined that it will be Hell that gets raised when we are together. She arranged for me to join her. Nothing hotter for these lame assed dick drains than to have two hot Gothic witches control and destroy them.

The first window shopper was a true gem of an idiotic dick brainer. Drunk and too stoned amateur college fucker. In these massive crowds in this city anyone can go missing. And a few did that week.

This little dicked coward was so much fun. We tied him up after stripping him of his laimo Hawaiian shirt and khaki’s. Had him tied and gagged and we started to get Hard Candy on his ass. The two evil bitches that teased and taunted him. Getting his cocklet erect and throbbing. He was struggling hard but his cock said different.

Cannibalism Phone Sex was a feast for all…

Laina and I knelt down as though we were about to worship his pathetic Vienna with our luscious wet mouths. We held his gaze as we both took razor sharp blades in our rings to his tender ball sack. The excitement (or maybe likely Pain) in his eyes was amazing.

As we proceeded to remove his balls from their flesh our mouths watered. We popped those bad boys in our mouths and smiled as with took that first bite. He slowly became dismantled and ingested by the two of us.

Once we vomited up his filth we fed it to the next victim. There were 2 the first night. The following nights we savored each one for 12 hrs of torturous joy and a succulent feast with friends. Feeding the stoned a new kind of curry was easy.

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Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had.

Blasphemy sex       Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had. Admit it you know you love it. Coming over to the dark. Breaking every commandment. All ten of them. You know you will like it. You will love it. Corrupting you in ways you never dreamed possible. The reason for this is because I am the one your parents warned you about.

       I will not deliver you from evil. I will hand you over on a silver platter. Literally. Leading you into temptation for thine is kingdom, the power of evil, forever and ever.

       First commandment you will be breaking on your path to evil destruction is- You shall have no other gods. What does this mean? It means that I will become your Goddess. You will worship at my feet. You will beg me to defile you in ways that you have not thought of. Watch me eviscerate your most loved and cherished one for a chance to worship at the altar of my cunt. It must be remembered that a sacrifice is to be made to achieve true bliss.

       It is a wrathful, vengeful goddess that you are worshipping. Much more than what you are used to dealing with. That cock will know both heaven and hell as you bury it in this pussy.

       A sacrifice was given freely. Now the reward of your cock being surrounded with this tight splendor. Gripping you like a Venus fly trap, gobbling you up. Taking all of you. Soul and all.

       When I am finished with you, I will have forced you to commit ever atrocity imaginable. Every other commandment will have been broken, I will be your Goddess and Lucifer your God. Bowing before us. Offering us all you have including your own life.

       We will bask as you have sex with dead bodies for our enjoyment. Like it, love it. Beg for it. In summary you will break every vow to every religion but to the altar of the Goddess Angie and Lucifer.

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Snuff Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps You Explore Your Darkest Fantasies

snuff sexSnuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?

A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.

I Love Being Your Accomplice

Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.

I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.

Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.

Snuff sex where you cum and then crash!

       Snuff sex where you cum and then crash! Just think of it, you are driving down the country backroads at 90 mph. In the meantime, ISnuff sex am being a good and dutiful girlfriend (rare I know), unzipping your pants. Pulling out your cock.

       Pay attention to the road. Need not crash before the best parts. Tongue licking around the head of your cock. Tightening my grip around the base of your cock. Holding on as your car speeds up with the pressure of my mouth sucking down harder. Pulling you deeper into my mouth. Pulling the sweet little drops of pre-cum right down my throat.

       Massaging those balls, making them tighter as the car accelerates a little more. Moving faster on the stick shift. Nails digging into the sensitive skin right at the base of your cock, teeth grazing down your length.

       You know you like your cock disappearing all the way down my throat. Hold my head down on you as you take a wicked turn around the bend. Faster I suck, moving hand and mouth over you. Pulling your balls into my mouth and sucking down on them.   

       Hand stroking your stick as I pay special attention to your balls. Making sure they are filling up and getting firm. Let me teeth sink into the skin pulling on them, shaking my head. Pinching your mushroom head to keep your pre-cum in.

       By all means I do want you to cum just not yet. Feel the tickle in your belly as your fly over a hill topping speeds of one hundred. You are getting so close. I am able to feel it.

       Rough tracks ahead. That is all I need to push you over the cliff into orgasm. Closing my lips over your head, pulling you fully into my mouth. Down the hill we plunge, hitting those tracks as you cum into my mouth. Cum pouring down my throat. Balls in my hand, closing tightly, pressing all your cum out that I am able out of your balls through your shaft to swallow you as we hit the tracks.

       Airborne.

       The weightless feeling, you shout out. Fist clenching pushing me down onto your stick even harder as your semen is drained. Car landing, flipping, twisting, turning. Under the dash I am wedged as you are tossed about in the car. Those tracks are deadly as the car continues to careen down the hill. Finally, coming to rest at the bottom, smoking, a mangled mess.

       Looking up at you, I see you didn’t fare any better than the car did. It is important to remember before we crashed you did cum one last time. In the end it is a great way to go out of this world.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?

Snuff Phone Sex Victim Submissive for You Use – Whore Geneva

Why are you on the snuff phone sex site, pervert? Are you just some loser that craves the opportunity to use and degrade whores? Perhaps you are a little dick man that really has had too much rejection and are in need of an outlet.

Is snuffing the fuck out of a whore after you humiliate and degrade her your turn on? The ability to talk to some dumb blonde bimbo the ways you have craved is available for you. Hi, I am a bimbo cum dump and my name is whore. Um, I mean Geneva, but you can call me whore.

Generally speaking as a life long masochist I was raised by a father and three brothers. Essentially the four of them feel women are inferior. Obviously they really showed me my place.

In fact these brothers would violate me as they wished. Obviously they learned from daddy. In fact when it comes to normal sex I really do not get wet.

Essentially my best time is to be fucked hard with a hand over my throat and choked as they cum. In all reality I suppose I love deprivation sex. It is possible that you understand that to be strangulation phone sex.

Notably, if I am coming across correctly here, I need to be tortured. My best orgasms are at the hands of a strong dominant man that knows how to use a whore.

Snuff Phone Sex is my calling

Ultimately, I find it best to just violate and degrade me . In closing the final thoughts are that this is my reality and you can just add to this reality that is mine.

Straightaway I wish  you would deprive me of air. Quickly as the knife across my neck bleeding me out  and strangle me of all life. This, In essence, is what I crave.

Given all of these points, the best thing for you is to snuff me out. On a final note I want to thank you in advance! Kill me, violate me and use me,  that would be great. Thanks!

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