Category: Snuff sex

Streaming Live Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I was born to do. I spent years running from my violent fucked up family life. I thought I deserved to be treated better. I thought the problem was with the mother who abandoned me and the daddy who fucked me. Turns out I am the problem because I am a worthless whore. I do not deserve to live but I am too weak to do anything about it for myself. That is why I put an ad on this snuff site to be killed. I had a genius idea. It would kill me and make who ever was man enough for the task a lot of money. Stream my death live. Lots of folks would pay good money to see a live execution. Think of all the ways you could violently kill me. Think of all the viewers who would want to see a blonde bimbo like me snuffed out. I can be beaten. Choked. Sodomized and fucked. I can be dismembered or decapitated. All sorts of ways to kill me. Make it bloody. Make it painful. Make my death epic and profitable for you. In times like these, I think men could use a creative outlet for their frustrations like a live snuff porn show. I am your willing victim.

Play Out Murder Phone Sex Fantasies With Me

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If you have ever found yourself having murder phone sex fantasies, trust me when I say that you’re not alone. I get calls from guys all the time who want to either snuff me out or just talk about murder fantasies in general. It doesn’t freak me out at all. In fact, I was very surprised when I realized that I also loved talking about it. I realized that I love touching my pussy while men talked about the vile things they wanted to do to my body. I didn’t even realize that I was touching myself until I had my first murder fantasy induced orgasm.

So you don’t have to worry that I will judge you when you call me for snuff fantasies. I’ll even help you come up with ideas to off me and make it really sexy at the same time. Suffocation, strangulation, torture, knife play – it’s all good with me. You just have to pick up your phone and call me so we can get this super depraved party started. And if you aren’t sure what way you want to have me meet my demise, it’s cool. I have plenty of ideas. Don’t you worry about a thing.

Pain slut Escapades

snuff sexHung upside down I had sweat in my eyes and I was stripped naked. I only remember going to the bar and flirting with a couple of men there. I tried to see through the sweat in my eyes and then I discovered that I had a ball ga in my mouth. I think the men standing in front of me were the men from the bar. My brain was foggy and I felt hands going over my body. My pussy lips were being pinched and I cried out around my ball gag. They were laughing at me and I suddenly knew where I was. I was in the basement of my parents house! As I struggled my body began to swing. I felt the stings of belts hitting my breast and my ass and thighs. I was a human piñata for pain. One of the men shoved his fist in my aching wet pussy, I could hear them telling me that I was a pain slut that got off on being abused. I was cut down and my ball gag removed as these two took turns fucking my whore mouth. It was a blur of cock sucking and punishment. I had cum in my hair and all over my face when My parents discovered me the next morning!

Fantasy Phone Sex with a Vampire

fantasy phone sexCallers always ask me what my favorite type of fantasy phone sex is. That is easy. Vampires. If I am going to die, why not die at the hands of something sexy? Zombies are gross. I do not think a zombie can fuck anyway. Frankenstein’s monster might have a huge cock, but he will not look so good.  Frankenstein would crush me too A werewolf will rip me to shreds. That may be okay for you because I get eviscerated, but I want to go out fucking and cumming. That is why vampire sex turns me on. A vampire is sexy. They ooze sex appeal. Fright Night, Twilight, The Lost Boys, Interview with a Vampire, even the original Dracula, they were all sexy as fuck. And do not get me started on the sexy vampires in that HBO series Tru Blood. I have long had a fascination with vampires. So, when he calls me, I know my snuff sex is going to be wicked hot. The premise was I got a mysterious invitation to a Halloween party at a Gothic mansion like something straight out of an Anne Rice novel. The party was boring. I was about to leave, when a handsome masked man asked if I wanted to go for a walk. He was the first one to talk to me the entire evening. He was mesmerizing. Hot as fuck. He smelled like sex. I walked into the woods with him. I would never walk out alive. He granted me one last orgasm. It was a doozy of a cum too. The earth shattering kind. It felt like many men were fucking me. Vampires fuck better and faster than mortal men. I came as his teeth sunk into my neck. I thought he would kill me. You know, drain my blood. I guess he realized I was better suited to leave forever with him. I will never get old and I will never die. Sex with dead bodies is what you get with me now.

Snuff Porn Sex Slave

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I showed up to audition for a snuff porn Saturday afternoon. I was immediately grabbed as I stumbled in the entrance wearing my daisy dukes that were so short my cunt lips hung out. My little thin denim halter top barely covered my tits. I am a trashy skank porn star for snuff and exploitation films. I am the dumb blonde bimbo that wears high heels with whore shorts. My perfect body and long legs make all of this acceptable. I am a Barbie and not disgusting anyone by showing too much. I piss off women and make men uptight and heated because they can’t legally nor openly do what they wish to do to me. I know the power I have and how to use it. But, you see, I have a dark side that craves the torture and humiliation. I am a victim to my own filthy mind and desires. I am here for your pleasure.

Snuff porn star

snuff pornI guess you could say I am a snuff porn star. I have starred in many of daddy’s dirty movies. I am not talking about porn. I am talking about violent films where I am getting gang banged and beaten. Daddy says men like to watch girls get violated not treated like a princess. I get it. I am just a dumb bimbo with nothing to contribute to society or to a relationship. Letting men violate and abuse me on film is what I can offer. It is all I can offer. Some guy broke my arm last month pinning my arm behind my back. The doctor said it was a spiral fracture. Of course, I had to make up some story as to how I hurt myself because the truth would get daddy arrested and me killed, likely. I tried to tell daddy I needed a break from making snuff movies to heal. He beat me black and blue then fucked my ass until it prolapsed. He filmed the entire ordeal. It was a live Podcast. I just did not know it was live. He made so much money off beating me up that night, that we go live several times a week. I may not make it until my next birthday at this rate.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexIt is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy.  It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.

October is Killer Phone Sex Season

killer phone sexFall is killer phone sex season. Honestly, I love sweater weather. I can bundle up, blend in and hunt less conspicuously. I never get caught because I am not flashy. I am not impulsive. And, I never have a connection with my victims. I can teach you how to be a killer too. You lust after your neighbor’s little girl? You want to fuck her as in destroy her tiny holes? I can help you BUT you cannot do it to her. You will be the first suspect. We drive around a few counties away from where you live and look for a surrogate. Same age, same look, just no connection to you. Police always investigate neighbors and family when a little one goes missing. You can have a young girl or boy; you just must be careful. That is why accomplice phone sex partners are key. I am the devil on your shoulder. I tell you to kill the cunt and explore your rape fantasies. I do not want you caught; however, you need to listen to me to ensure that. I am not new to this. I have been killing folks since I was a young teen girl. I have over a decade of experience. I am still a free woman because I know how to kill the right person at the right time. While other girls are getting pumpkin spice lattes, I am stalking them and planning their brutal murder. Want to help me hunt? October is the best month to kill.

Just A Snuff Phone Sex Slut

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I’m just a snuff phone sex slut. A pain slut and humiliation pig. I’m a servant to this Mistress that is fiercely controlling. It was her weekend for me. She always starts it off with me being picked up in her Jaguar. I don’t even get to really enjoy the ride to it’s fullest. I am immediately hogtied, ball gagged and blindfolded before being shoved in the backseat. I get to enjoy the smell of luxurious leather seats. My senses are otherwise cut off. They even shoved earplugs in my ears this time. I really only had my sense of smell to go by. Deaf dumb and blind they said as they shoved them in my ears laughing.

I was hauled out of the back like they were hauling a body bag from the car. Pulled out and tossed over the shoulders of what seemed like a giant. He was Marcia’s Accomplice, a big burly built black man. Once inside I was set down and stumbled to stand. I was wearing 8″ high heels and a little wobbly after laying in the backseat for a couple of hours. I was immediately undressed, collared and my nipples got taped. I was her pet for the weekend and the first thing I get a drink of is Misstress’s piss. Like a bitch on a leash I am lapping it up from a bowl. The whole time I was being inspected by mistresses gloved hands. She was probing and commenting on my holes and how much she anticipated ripping those fucking whore holes of mine. Laughing as she does she snapped her fingers and 5 huge black guys came in and commenced to fuck the life out of me.

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