Category: Snuff sex

Birth Of A Legend

Goth teen phone sex

 

My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesHe had rape phone sex fantasies for the little whore next door. He was in the right place. I love to be a rape fantasy accomplice. I think I was darker than what he wanted, but I mean I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not the girl next door. Unless your girl next door is a serial killer, LOL. I devised a plan to kidnap the little girl. I took her to my kill shack in the woods. I was keeping her little body warm for him. He met me there. He thought he would fuck her and that would be it, but if you want to fuck a jailbait slut, you have to kill or because when you know the girl, she can pick you up out of a line-up.  I had her naked, blindfolded and tied up when he arrived. He was a dumbass though and spoke. Called her by her name and she recognized his voice. She said, “Mr. Nolin, from next door?’ I knew then this was going to be snuff sex. It had to be. Otherwise, he was going to jail and maybe me too because I had no doubt he would give me up as his accomplice. I was prepared to kill him too if he did not kill her. I let him have his nut. I mean he did pay me to fuck the cute little whore. He tore her cunt up. Left a ton of DNA inside her. DNA that would lead right back to him if she went to the ER and had an assault kit done on her tiny little fuck holes. I mean if you can savagely fuck such a young girl, you can kill her too. I handed him my knife and he carved her up with no hesitation. This guy has killed before or at least really thought it over in his mind. He stabbed her savagely, just like he fucked her. All that was left was blood and some skin and bones we fed to the coyotes. I still killed him though. I just waited until all the money was in my hands. I did not want him bragging about his conquest to the wrong people.

Held captive part 1

Kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex is what I seek out. There are many reasons why I feel this way. I was fresh out of high school and in the world of the coed living. College life is an expensive experience, especially if you aren’t sure about that commitment. I solely believe that I had to outdo my family and break the curses of not finishing schooling. I would do anything to prove I was capable, As most college student expenses were adding up, and I had to come up with a secure plan to make some serious cash flow.

I kept hearing about this sugar baby experience site. I thought with a bit of guidance and practice, and I too could benefit from having an older man pay for my expenses. I set up a profile and began to answer the questionnaire. At this point, I was half a virgin, Meaning I still considered myself pure even though I was one for some Christian academy sex. I was a complete anal whore, but I still had my cherry. My asshole kept getting beatings throughout the summers thru high school. 

When your father is a small-minded pastor, you have to keep up appearances. I gathered my thoughts and went into a rabbit hole of memories. So many men would take advantage of me. I kept saying yes because I needed that validation. I’m also all for getting praised and then taking advantage of it.

When I got matched, I had endless butterflies. I could feel the excitement take over, and I began to fantasize about all the experiences I’d be able to gain. The man who would pursue me would end up being the complete nightmare; I had no idea what  I would experience, but  I  was going to learn it would be the catalyst to all the nasty phone sex  I  now have.evil phone sex

Tenderly Twisted Teen

Teen phone sex

 

Yeah, I know I’m a brutal bitch who gets off on some crazy ass shit, but I’m also a horny teen and, once in a blue moon, I desire a more delicate type of fuckfest with a fairly normal freak.  My lifestyle is hectic, high energy and super stressful so sometimes I toss the torture and blood stained bodies and go for a goreless round of good old fashioned fucking. 

Luckily, when you look like me, there is no shortage of shit sniffing shafts-with-legs out there champing at the bit for a chance to get into my pants.  The hardest part is picking a guy that I won’t just end up killing when we’re done, anyway.  Most “men” aren’t worth the breath in their lungs so I have to be choosy if I’m going to have a good time and not worry about having to hide a body before morning.

The guy who runs the tattoo salon is alright, we’ve hooked up a couple of times now.  He doesn’t talk much, which is fucking great, and his cock is the absolute perfect size for my tiny little pussy.  He stretches me out nice and slowly, taps my cervix with his dick tip without bruising it, that type of shit.  Perfect.

I like to take it easy sometimes.  Everyone needs a little bit of tenderness in their lives, no matter how dark and depraved their existence might be.  Plus, cum is way easier to clean up than blood.

 

I Need Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI was in the mood to watch some snuff movies. The problem was I was tired of the same old same old unimaginative stuff I was seeing on the 8MM reels I had. I know a few men in the snuff world. Most of the dark snuff flicks are deep fakes. They look real, but they are not. Now, I also know a few guys who like to help me make the real kind. The kind that girls die. Or men. I have an interest in watching men suffer and die too. Anyway, I needed something darker to get off, so I called a friend in the business. I asked him if he had anything not seen yet. Like I wanted a real snuff porn that only he had seen. He invited me over. He said he had just what I needed. It was a revenge porn he made for a woman client. This was an ex-wife who wanted revenge on her philandering husband who also hid money from her and refused to pay her support after leaving her for a 20-year college cheerleader. He was a shady businessman with lots of enemies. She had life insurance policy on him. He was worth more to her dead than alive since he was hiding money and not supporting his brats.

The film was hot as fuck. A sexy bad ass bitch lured him into a hotel room on the Texas side of the border. She seduced him into getting tied up naked on the bed. This is the reason no man ties me up. I have seen and made too many snuff flicks. His cock was erect but not for long. She castrated him. That was just the beginning. She tortured him and sexually mutilated his cock. When she severed his dick, she licked the blood this was dripping off the head. If it had been me, I would have taken a bite of it. It was wicked hot. Lots of torture. She carved him up too. Made it look like a drug cartel hit. It was brutal and that’s what I love. I googled the guy, and it was a real snuff flick I watched. His death is still unsolved. I am sure the ex has his money now. I love revenge snuff sex. I am going to start helping this guy make many more like the one I watched. I love to travel and kill new people.

Eat a Dick and Die Castration Treat

Castration phone sex cannibalism is what I dreamt of last night. I had this vivid fucking dream of this faceless fucker. He was annoying me to such a point I blacked out and started castrating him and then just cut that prick off. He was a date it seems. Some dweebo poseur I met online through some community for the Dark side service. Seems they let anyone in. I should have done my own interrogation before committing to the date. But hey it meant free drinks, dinner and a night out in the city. That meant a chance to stake out new prey.

So, this guy, was the lamest fucking dork wad ever. He was terminal in the lameness department. I tried so fucking hard to get through the date. We were eating at a nice restaurant and I had to step out at least 10 times to smoke a fucking clove. This is what I do when I get stressed. I’d cut him and be done with it but not in the damned restaurant. I have my fucking rules. Always be discrete, always get rid of all blood evidence and always feed the strays with the dead. 

I was out in the back alley to sneak in a nice snow capped jay. I was pacing and puffing and muttering to myself on how I could del with this fuck. There was a meat locker back there. I got up a conversation with the meat guy. I was getting turned on thinking of how I could take care of this fucker. I found out there was a warehouse with a party going on later and it would be loud and a blast. It was in the old meat packing district. I had my plan. 

I would get him to the party dose him with some ludes and fucking tie him up for some kinky fun. I would take my knife and carve the bitch up and enjoy riding him hard. Ok, so the main reason I took up the date was he was big. I mean his cock. It was huge and I would look past shit… so I thought so I could fuck. Well…. to be contiued!

Castration phone sex

The Queens of Cum

2 girl phone sex

 

It’s hard to get together with another chick for some 2 girl phone sex when you live like I do.  I know what people are really capable of so I don’t trust anybody.  That said, Morticia is the only bitch I’d ever call a friend.  She’s a lot like me, careful and calculating, cunning and cruel, I kinda can’t help but to like her.  She’s a self made femme fatale who loves kidnapping cunts, torturing twats and fluid filled, fiendish fuck sessions with all sorts of unwilling individuals.  Sound like anyone you know?

I met Morty at an underground apothecary as I was examining a variety of dried nightshades.  She told me I had good taste so I was immediately intrigued and allowed the conversation to continue.  I’m pretty glad I did because I’ve been a part of more grisly gangbangs since I met her than I was ever privy to before.  She has a very seductive way about her and doesn’t even need to drug the dummies we denigrate and destroy to lure them into her terribly terrific cum traps, they come to her on their own accord.  She only pumps them full of poison for her own sick pleasure, I fucking love it!

We compliment each other well.  One of us can beat and bludgeon our bound beauties while the other fucks their bloody butts until they’re all nothing but fleshy piles of fluid covered mush.  The drugged dicks she draws into her den of depravity show no qualms with draining their dongs all over, or inside of, a near lifeless body.  We peg those spaced out pigs while they fuck and defile the gaggles of duped “hot girls” who, no doubt, had a completely different vision of kinky fun in their minds when they arrived than they received when all was said and done.

I don’t tell anyone all of my secrets, but I can count on Morticia.  We have the same distrust in society at large, love to reign over legions of blood and cum covered slaves and both know all the best ways to get rid of a body.  2 girl phone sex with the Queens of Cum is to die for, sometimes quite literally.

 

2 girl phone sex

 

Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSometimes I am minding my own business and I get into a snuff sex mood. I saw this young brat. She was cute for a soul stealing, germy little girl. I was thinking more about all the fun you could have with her. But sadly, you were not with me. You would have loved fucking her tiny bald cunt. As I stared at her thinking about you forcing your big dick into her teeny tiny hole, I got wet. Even though I was without a partner, I decided I had to have this little girl. I am patient. I waited in stealth, observing and waiting for my opportunity. She was playing in the park. Eventually all her little brat friends went home, and she was still there all by herself. It was fate. She needed you but she got me. I drugged her so I could cart her off quietly. I took her to my kill shack in the woods and I carver her up like a piece of meat. If I am by myself, I take my time and make the torture sex last. The screams of the young ones get me going. I carved up her tiny body with my big knife. I watched the crimson blood flow from her veins and pool on my floor. I knew what I was having for dinner. She was tiny. I chopped up her limbs and tossed her head to the coyotes. I put her limbs in a stew pot and removed the organ meat for a future meal. A young girl’s flesh is like eating veal. Its tender and oh so succulent if prepared right. I can have you over for the organ meat maybe. It is chock full of protein and vitamins. I do love eating young girls in more ways than one. But it is lonely sometimes to eat alone.

Coffee and Cream

snuff pornI love the contrast of a white cock going inside my wet chocolate pussy! I love white boys with big cocks and long wet tongues. After sucking on my clit for some time, I just want to be fucked in every hole there is available to you. I have absolutely positively no limits and I love being dominated in the bedroom. You can tie me up and spank me for being a naughty little nigger whore that loves to worship white cock. I’ll suck your cock so good that you won’t want to get your cock sucked by anyone else- I’m just that good! And when you’re ready to cum, I’ll hold my head back with my tongue out while you release your load all on my tongue and face.
I want you to be my master while I’ll be your nigger sex slave, and I will not disobey you. But if I do, just know I’m woman enough to take the punishment, and I’ll also enjoy it as well.

A Strangulation You’ll Never Remember

Strangulation phone sex

 

“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months.  Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.”  I love that last line.  Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected!  And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.

Want to know my secret?  Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath.  A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want.  I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place.  Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought.  Without any thought at all, actually.

So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley.  They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.

The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss.  Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength.  The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.

When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town.  If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again.  It doesn’t matter to me either way.  Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm.  Those cops will never catch me.  I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?