Category: Snuff sex

He Craved My Torturous Ways

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He was a creep. The creepy neighbor that lived in an overgrown yard that cloaked the shabby shack of his dwelling place. He kind of stirred my interest as a serial killer type. But one day he was the prey that ventured into my den. He needed to use the phone, and I had no fear of him, he was my neighbor and the better type to be neighborly with. I hate normal boring fucks. So I was intrigued and he has entered my Snuff sex den of no return. I let him in and asked him what his story was. He was shy and only grunted a little about needing to check in with his parole officer. I blocked him from the phone and asked him again. What is your story? You live like a bum and have a dirty demeanor about you. Do you torture live things? He got hard. I laughed at him as I took my boot knife out and ran the blade from his neck down the front of his filthy white t-shirt. So it’s torture sex then. I asked what his parole was for. Are you a p type? Are you a fucking perverted violator of little cunts and assholes? He got nervous and I saw a spot in the front of his trousers. Oh, look at you. Mr. Creeper is going to jizz in his pants. I moved the knife to the spot and poked at it with the point. I like torturing imbeciles and you are the perfect kind. No one will miss you! As I slit his trousers open and drew blood from his erect cock. I slid the knife down below his balls and told him I was going to fuck the sin out of him with my sadistic phone sex. I mounted his filthy warm corpse and rode that dick. I thrive off of blood and semen in my vagina and I was getting just what I needed as  started stabbing him in the heart.

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Born and Raised a Snuff Sex Slave

snuff sexI was born for snuff sex. Been a slave since I came into this world. It all began with daddy. Doesn’t it always? I am grown up now, but he is still my daddy and he still takes what he wants. He got himself into some trouble with this drug dealer. I am barely legal, so I can play the part of a schoolgirl when daddy needs me too. This was one of the situations where daddy needed me in a plaid skirt and a white blouse. Pig tails too. Daddy worked out a deal. He traded my tiny fuck holes to settle his debt. Not the first time I have been used as bait to get daddy out of trouble. I am sure it will not be the last time either. I lied about my age to the guy. His dick was big and hard for my jailbait ass. Daddy watched as his dealer fucked my ass like I was his personal ass rape porn star. I was crying. I was screaming. My ass was bleeding. I was struggling to get away. Daddy used his leather belt to bind my hands behind my back. Damn, I was in trouble. He sodomized my tiny butthole for hours. When he was done, he push me on the floor and spit in my face. And that was just what daddy did. His dealer pissed on me. They laughed and shock hands while I curled up in a ball crying on the floor.

Uncle Fucker

teen rape pornMy uncle is such a good fuck. I was sent over to my aunt and uncle’s house today to watch my cousins while they went to some party. The brats were fine and went to bed at a reasonable time. I had a couple of hours to myself before the parents were due home so I thought that I would go snooping. I went into my uncles study and found his computer had an easy password to break. As I was looking through his files I noticed one that had my name on it. As I clicked it looked normal at first with just some pics as I was growing up but then I noticed that there were notes attached that seemed to be focused on breast growth and waist size. As I grew more and more interested I wasn’t aware of my uncle coming home and he was now standing in the doorway looking at me. I jumped up as he asked me what I was doing. I tried to close the file out before he could see it but he was faster. He grabbed me by the arm and said that now that I was old enough and had grown to the size that he wanted he was going to make me a woman. He threw me down on the floor and ripped my shirt and shorts off. He dived into my pussy and ate it for all he was worth. He then took his pants off and entered me without a word. OMG it hurts so bad at first but with each hard stroke it felt better and better. He fucked me hard and deep and mauled my little tits. He pulled out and came on my little tummy and said that next time he was going to cum in me and make me his whore. I can’t wait for next time!!!!!!

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.