Category: Snuff sex

An Evil Night Together

It was an Evil night together and the best Evil phone sex date night I’ve had in awhile. He was some geeky old man in his 50’s. I played him with the whole sugar baby thing. I got his money, some expensive shit and his balls. Buster got his Italian sausage. It was no kielbasa for sure small fucking pecker was a snack for my big bad boy. I laughed at him as he was so very much enjoying my wet tight young pussy on his dick. I blew him and rode him and gave him the final pleasure he paid for. But the biggest pleasure was me severing his prick with my cunt. Squeezing and clamping down on it. I love being able to practice this technique I have been training on. I slid off and took my big castration tool and snipped them balls as I pushed his severed fuck rod from my cunt. I tossed it to my buddy while the balls got added to my collection in a jar of preservative. I love a good sugar baby date night.

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Fucked to Death

Ass rape pornI can feel his hot breath breathing on me as his hot sweaty body lays on top of me.

My cunt is torn and bloody as yet another filthy cock slams into me, splattering his seed, mixing it with the cum cocktail that drips from my gaping fuck hole.

The piss that splatters over me, stings the open wounds that could only have come from being beaten to submission.

My cunt, having been tortured with repeated fistings and fuckings is now numb and dripping with the bodily fluid of countless sadistic men.

I lay there, on the cold hard ground lifeless as tears stream down my face, washing away the spit, piss and sperm that covers my eyes.

My perky white tits are black and blue from hard punches and scratched from being scrapped across the gravel as they repeatedly forced cock after cock into my mutilated bloody ass.

I am not sure how I got here or how many more men are playing in this gangbang rape porn fuck fest but I am sure they will continue even after they have fucked my limp body to death.

So I close my eyes, giving up the fight and allow them to force the life out of me while I suffocate on my very last nasty filthy cum covered cock.

Castration Phone Sex Spell

castration phone sexThanksgiving is approaching and I have castration phone sex on the mind. Did you know that in many cultures of the past, women derived strength from eating a man’s testicles? Witches routinely castrated men and often took the whole kit and caboodle. They casts spells and sucked the souls out of men using their own manhood against them. How amazing is that? I practice black magic sometimes. Too often, however, I lack the patience. I need to kill because it is quicker and more gratifying. We all have a bunch of extra time on our hands right now. While some women are cleaning their homes, I am casting spells. I am working on one that will stop my aging process. It requires the testicles of 4 men and the penis of one very virile man. Taking the balls of 4 losers was not hard. I made a weekend out of it. For right now, the bars are still open, but they are about to be shut back down, so I had to act quickly. I took out two Thursday and two Friday. Easy too. All four losers thought I was into them and would spread my legs for them. Sometimes, I wish my pussy had teeth because it would be so much fun to see the look on a man’s face when my cunt bite off his dick like a shark attack. That would be the ultimate snuff sex. I drugged all four guys to make it easier to overpower them. Put each one in my castration chair and cut off their useless balls.  I have gotten better over the years at preventing infection and blood loss in my victims. I had to be careful because this spell requires the losers to live to work. The spell is not about them like many spells. I just needed their balls. I have had to do some heavy duty cleaning afterwards. I mean, I cannot get a damn virus and they cannot get one either before my spell is cast. I have four sets of testicles on ice until I capture that one virile man whose penis will be the main ingredient to the spell that will freeze me in time. Maybe that is you?

My Violent Phone Sex Death is In Your Hands

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Dear Master:

I have violent phone sex fantasies; therefore, I am your willing victim. I know I am a worthless whore. Maybe in my death, I can find a purpose. Maybe in death, I can finally be worthwhile to you. I deserve to die. I do not deserve to die quickly, however. No mercy killing for this blonde bimbo. That is why I am offering myself up to you. I know you will not kill me quickly. I know it will not be a painless death either if you are my executioner. I understand that you are a sadistic bastard who can find hundreds of ways to snuff me. How should you kill me, Master? Let me count the ways. Punch me like you are Mike Tyson. Kick me and bend me like Beckham. Slam dance my face off a concrete floor. Break my bones.  Set me on fire or slow roast me alive over an open flame. Disembowel me. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Dismember me with a chainsaw. Beat me with a baseball bat or a tire iron. Give me a lobotomy. Stab me. Nail me to a tree and let the wilderness eat me alive. Hang me. Stone me. Drown me. Bury me alive. Douse me in acid. Tie me between two cars and tear me in two. I know you are the kind of creative man and sick man to make my snuff sex death excruciating and memorable. You can profit off my death too Master. Stream my death for money. Sell my organs on the black market. Charge a fee to fuck my dead body. I know I do not deserve to keep on living. I am surprised I have lived this long. But then, until now, I had never met you.

Your subby whore in life and death,

Cassandra

His Sexy Deviant Goddess for Accomplice phone sex

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He loves his sadistic accomplice phone sex lover. I accept his fucking of unwilling dry pussy of women and girls he has kidnapped.

I make sure he gets my wet pussy after.

Tonight he messaged me he had a sweet thing in his basement that he has been forcibly fucking for days now. “It is time to kill her.” he says. 

He needs his accomplice. He needs me to come with my thigh highs and boots and tiny little outfit.

He needs my baseball bat and my fist to use upside her head as I crush her skull. My heart is his and his heart is mine.

I watch him cum inside her as I beat her brains in.

Then it’s my turn. I lay across her body and suck her pussy off his cock while looking into his rapist fantasy and murderer eyes.

He is hard for me as he licks the blood and brain matter off my nose and lips. I need him.

Her body still in ropes and cooling under me I lay back so he can kiss down my body and lick my pussy.

I moan for him and arch my back as I play in the blood of the dead one under me.

He rolls me over and tells me to look at her crushed face as he enters me from behind.

I am fucking a man who loves to live out his snuff phone sex fantasies and I cum on his cock as I know he will do it again!

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Knife Play Phone Sex Slut

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Hello to all you sick fucks out there. Don’t worry – I’m not saying that in a bad way. I am a sick fuck, too, and I love meeting men who like the same things I do. Take knife play phone sex, for instance. It’s one of my very favorite fetishes. Don’t you agree that there is something so sexy about knives? That cold, shiny steel. The sharp edges being pushed up against my throat, tits, or even my pussy really gets me excited. That cold knife up against my warm flesh just makes my pussy tingle and start throbbing. Maybe you can fuck me while you slice and dice. Sure, I don’t always make it out of knife play fantasies alive, but oh well. Sometimes you just have to give in and let what’s going to happen, happen. And truth be told, snuff fantasies are so fucking hot. Use me. Cut me. Control me. Kill me. Go ahead and take the lead and make sure you are really cruel to me. Slice me up. Take me apart. No matter what you want to do during our knife play call, rest assured that I am your ready and willing victim. Are you ready? I know I am.

Is it cold in here or just me?

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As any good snuff girl should, I think about sex with dead bodies. You see I like to think about myself being killed and then someone enjoying my little body before it is thrown away or cut up. Them shoving their hard cocks into my mouth, pussy, ass and throat with little care as to how rough they get. They will use me as a little sex doll to get their pleasure from me until my body cools too much and I get stiff. Cut each of my hands off and curl the fingers up to use for jerking off cocks, slice my pretty feet off and send to those who are into fucking feet.  Remove my arms and legs and keep my torso in the freezer for use of my pussy and asshole later. Remove my head and pull the teeth out to make it easier to use my mouth for whatever they want to stick in it. Maybe toss my remains out into the dumpster that’s nearby and feed my insides to the local strays. They will keep all of the pieces that would be used for identification so that they can get away with this snuff scot free. They will be able to continue to use my pieces for years to cum with proper care!     

A Taboo Phone Sex Halloween

taboo phone sexIt is no secret I am a pain slut. That is why I am into taboo phone sex. I have harmed my body in more ways than one getting fucked up. I am not really talking about all the coke I pour into my body though. It is what I do when I am high. I make awful decisions that put me in precarious situations. I met this dude at a Halloween party last weekend. He wanted to hook up later and do some coke with a group of his friends. I agreed to meet him later. The address he gave me turned out to be for this abandoned asylum with a spooky history on the outskirts of town. Rumor has it that the place was condemned decades ago for abusing its patients and the ghosts of the tortured still haunt the place. Sometimes, the place makes the news because some teen boy or girl gets hurt ghost hunting or throwing an underground rave. I walked in cautiously because I knew the place’s history. I saw no cars. Heard no music. I did not think a party was happening. I was duped.  I could smell decay and piss. The halls were dark, and damp. I tried to flee to my car because I was not in the mood to star in a snuff porn. Some one grabbed me. I screamed. It was the guy from the party, but he looked sinister. He pulled me into a room. There was a bed, BDSM gear, and movie equipment hooked up to a generator. Fuck this shit I said as I tried to bolt. He grabbed me and slammed me so hard against the wall that I passed out. When I woke up, I was bound and gagged. He was fucking another girl, strangling her. She was fighting but losing her fight. He squeezed her throat so hard her eyes started to bulge and bleed. I was horrified. He did not want to party. He wanted to kill and torture me. I watched in shock as he dismembered the girl then fucked her dying body. I was next. I knew it. Then he made me an offer. Lure young girls to him and be spared. Do not judge me. Survival of the fittest.

Last dance with Marley

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Tonight Daddy wanted necrophilia phone sex. He said that he had grown tired of me and instead of letting me go and him risking the chance of being in trouble, he decided to end my life. He gave me a lethal cocktail of drugs that he had gotten online and then started torturing me. He cut and stabbed me everywhere that he could. Hit me with a bat and when I lost consciousness he started fucking me until I drew my last breath. He then pulled his cock from my pussy and shoved it into my ass before the muscle tone was lost. He came in my ass and then sewed my asshole shut. He washed his cock off in my rapidly cooling mouth and then shoved it into my twat for the last time. He finished with carving his initials into my torso and then tossed my lifeless body into the pit out back for the coyotes to take care of.

Knife Play Phone Sex Movie Maker

knife play phone sexI am a butcher babe made for knife play phone sex. I make dark underground films with my knife as the co-star. I am no Eli Roth or Rob Zombie, but my films are bloody and deadly. Halloween is over sadly, but that does not mean I need to stop hunting for undiscovered talent or making snuff films. I went through some old movies this week. I wanted some inspiration, maybe improve on past movies. I love duping wannabe actresses and actors into thinking they are making an independent horror film. When they scream and die on camera, the element of surprise makes it more authentic. That look of fear on their faces when they realize I make snuff movies not horror films is priceless. It has not even been a week since I made an underground film, but I was itching to make another one. So, I went looking for a starlet. I found a young teen slut cock teasing a man at the mall. They are easy because they are motivated by money and stupid as fuck. I asked her if she wanted to make some fast cash doing an independent horror film.  I assured her it was just smoke and mirrors. I took her to my cabin in the woods where I have my underground studio. I gave her the money upfront knowing it was going to be retrieved soon enough. I took a page out of one of my favorite movies, Hostel 2. I strapped her to a bean above the floor letting her think this was some witchcraft movie. I rammed a sword in her belly and gutted her like a pig. Her entrails and blood spilled onto my cabin floor. The look of surprise on her face as I twisted that sharp blade into her gut made me wet. It was a quick snuff sex death, but one with a ton of gore. I am a gore whore after all.