Category: Snuff sex

Ass Rape Porn Was In His Cards

I met him at the pub and knew he would be my victim for ass rape porn fun. He was my least favorite kind and exactly what I hated in School. Kevin was a fucking jock football player and Mr. popular. The type that made me take up taxidermy and castration for a hobby when I was younger. I loved the fat that he was drooling over me. His drunk ass was fucking putty in my sadistic hands. I lured the bitch of a pathetic male to the back alley and pretended I really wanted to make out with him. I kissed his disgusting mouth and when I got his pants open I found exactly as I figured I’d find. He had a pathetic fucking 5 inch dicklet! I pretended to be excited and lured him to my place. I really wanted to fuck him! But i wanted it my way *wink*. I helped him to my bed and he was so fucking drunk and worthless. He was weak as a bitch for a nice big Gothic phone sex cock. That is exactly what I had for him too! I tied him down on my bed. I stripped for him teasing him as I went. He was hard as hard as a drunk jock with a little peewee can be. I slipped into a nice harness wielding a big fucking strap-on black cock. He squirmed in his restraints. I turn the video camera on and I gave that bitch the Sadistic phone sex fuck of his life. I rammed my cock in his ass as I took his fucking tie and wrapped it around his neck and choked him until he passed out as I rode that bitch hole of his. I called a couple biker neighbors over to finish him off. That was the best fucking time.

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Making a Snuff Porn in Front of a Live Audience

snuff pornHe made me a snuff porn star. He picked me because I am a pain slut and I love to be watched. My little show began easy enough for me. A few clothes pins on my nipples, clit and cunt lips for the entertainment of his audience. It was a live snuff show. I did not know it was going to get worse, far worse than even this pain slut could handle. I was being injected with something called nanonites. When I cum, I die. And as a pain slut, it is hard not to cum with the kind of torture sex that he was inflicting on me. Weights on my nipples, pulled my big tits to the ground. I begged for more. I am a glutton for punishment. I needed the pain. My executioner fucked me hard in my cunt and ass with the whip handle he punished my ass with.  As he fucked my cunt, he smacked my ass with a wooden paddle. With every whack, I screamed out in pain and with the same breath, begged for more. I had to entertain his audience. I was trying not to cum. I wanted to live, but when he brought out the sex machine, I knew I was a goner. As he took bets on how long I would live, I tried to think how not to cum. He pulled another blonde bimbo onto the stage with us. She would no doubt be my replacement soon. She sucked his cock as he released the sex machine. I was being penetrated at warp speed. My pussy was wet. The pain was intense. I was going to die and die soon. This was live snuff sex. My killer orchestrated my death in front of a live audience. While he came in a blonde bimbo’s mouth, I begged to die. I begged to cum. And just like that, I came and died.

Torture Phone Sex Sexy Slut

Sliced up and left beside the dumpsters in the dark alleys of any big city is the best place for the perfect bodied, abnoxiouxiously stupid blonde bimbo of the night. Jack the Ripper had my type all the time and I really wish I was one of his victims. Living in the victorian age is something that I have fantasized about. The classes and beauty of the dress and oh how whores ruled the towns. I’m always daydreaming one day my Jack with a knife would be the one to rip the life from me. Slicing me into red ribbons as my life flowed into the gutters and streets under the gaslight and rain. I am the filth that belongs in the sewers. I am the whore that shamed you. My existence is a stolen one and you are the one to save me. Please, my lover in the shadows, take me and mutilate me. 

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Daddy made me a taboo phone sex slut

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex slut for you. I have very dark desires. Do you? I had a traumatic upbringing. My father fucked me from a wee girl until a teen. When I got my period, he had no more use for me. I had aged out for him. He tossed me on the street. I hooked and hustled to survive. Now, I find that my daddy issues run deep. I am desperate for a man’s attention. So desperate, I let older men use and degrade me. I had to turn to the street corner last night so I could eat. This older man pulled up and asked me how much. We negotiated and I hopped in his car. He was driving a BMW. I felt safe with him, but I knew better. No guy paying for street corner pussy is ever safe. He pulled his car into a dark alley and made me suck his cock. He held my head down for so long, I passed out because I could not breathe. I woke up with a fist in my ass and a chain around my neck. He kept making me pass out to revive me. He was one of the roughest fucks I have had since daddy and I loved every minute of it.

Evil Phone Sex Mistress Gray

I’m the diabolical evil phone sex Mistress you crave, little man! I will own your balls and they won’t be attached to your dead limp dick anymore either! I was never told not to play with my food and sometimes that may be a bad thing. I like to play with my prey and make their blood taste even more exquisite with the fear that rises. I will tie you up, tie you down and if your cock is worthy I will take my use of it and fuck your dreams out of that mind of yours. Men have little minds, it’s OK if you can’t comprehend the fact that you are about to become obsolete. I have better things to do than to play too much with my prey. I just have to have a random male or ten to alleviate some of my pent up desires for corpse fucking. I like to torture and fuck you then kill you, I doubt you will mind.

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Addicted To Snuff Porn

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I’ve found myself looking up snuff porn lately and I’ve been so excited by all the things I’ve found. I used to think that I was only turned on by strangulation snuff, but my eyes have been opened to a whole new world of sinister things. I didn’t know I could be turned on by the thought of someone being eviscerated. Who knew?! Just the thought of someone being completely ripped open, blood gushing everywhere…that’s pretty fucking sexy and I wish I’d found out that I love it sooner than I did. But now that I know I love it, I want you to call me and turn ME into the victim.

Imagine this: You have me all tied up to your bed, with a ball gag in my mouth. I keep trying to scream but you tell me that my attempts are futile and that this only has one ending for me. You climb up between my legs, knife in hand. You push your giant cock into my cunt and start fucking me. While you’re thrusting, you run the edge of the knife over my stomach and slice me a little. As you get closer and closer to orgasm, the cuts become deeper. Do you want to hear the rest? 

Addicted to Snuff Porn Since High School

snuff pornWhen I was younger, I did not watch Disney movies. I watched horror films. I had no interest in princess type or romantic movies. Age appropriate movies were boring. Horror and Snuff porn turned me on. I read sexy stories about girls dismembering boys. When I was a teenager, girls my age were experimenting with sex and drugs. I was disfiguring neighbor girls and sexually mutilating the mean girls in my school. I am a sociopath, but I never harmed animals. I like them more than people. I was inspired by movies like Hostel and Saw. Torture movies made me want to cut and disfigure stupid and bitchy girls. I remember my first victim like it was yesterday. Ashley. The queen bee of my school. The girls at my school either wanted to be her or they feared her. I just hated her. After one partially brutal day of her harassing me for being different, I stabbed her 102 times in a mall bathroom, 50 of those stabs to her bitch cunt. I had done it a million times in my head. This was the day it happened. It was sloppy and violent. I could have been caught, but her murder was pinned on a local pervert with a penchant for hot teen sluts. It was just my luck he was at the mall the same day and caught on camera chatting her up. I got a taste for murder that day and I did not even have a driver’s license yet. I got away with it and that emblazoned me. I took it as a sign I was meant to murder. Now, I am a snuff sex addict. I love the smell, the feel and the taste of a young girl’s blood. Bloody violence turns me on. From stabbing and cutting to castrating and chopping to eviscerating and gutting, the bloodier the better. If you are a worthless fuck pig, then I will kill and gut you like Ashley. If you are a sadistic like me, let’s go hunting and see what kind of trouble we can get into.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Abducted By Daddy

It was a perverts dream setting. I was abducted for a kidnapping phone sex ring of useless bimbos. I was filmed and and it was played live on cam sites that were on the dark web. I was forced to take calls while all kinds of violent porn was being played and they all involved me. I was the victim and victimized as a filthy little tramp. It was in these films that my body was tortured, bruised, violated and cut up. I was a bloody mess and fed heroin and other opiates as they continued to use my ripped up ravished and bloody body for their snuff films that their callers got to watch. I was served this way for a week. My vacation became a horror movie the moment I stepped off the plane in Italy. I was taken to the filthiest toilets and made to take many cocks. Filthy unwashed and uncut cocks violated me while I was used as their ashtray. They all reeked or cigarettes and booze. They toilets were the hotspot for this viral outbreak. I don’t expect to live and I never dreamed they would actually let me return home. 

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Torture phone sex with Stephanie

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 The life of a pain slut phone sex whore is so much kinky fun but being a snuff slut is my lifelong dream. I have always been so turned on by the thought of torturing my pathetic pussy and ending my own life for an audience. I met a man who was going to help make my dreams come true! He set everything up for me. All I had to do was walk out onto the stage and show everyone what a twisted whore I can be. I could hear a dull murmur from the audience but the hot, blinding glare from the spotlight was all I could see. A table to my left held various tools and torture devices. I selected a large knife with a razor sharp blade and sat down on the chair in the middle of the stage. I started out by taking that knife and making a tiny slit in my thigh, next to my slutty pussy. I dipped my fingers in the blood and started to tease my clit. I took the handle of that big knife and started to fuck myself with it, slicing into my fingers as I squeezed the blade. The faster I fucked myself with the handle of that huge knife, the more turned on I became. I could feel the inside of my pussy being cut to shreds as the blood poured out all over the place. I wanted everyone in this audience to know what a torture doll I was! I made a huge slit in the underside of each breasts. I started to peel the skin up and around my huge tits as I rode the huge spiked dildo mounted to the chair on stage. Suddenly the stage was overtaken by guys from the audience, grabbing knives from the table to finish what I had started. They held my bloody, mutilated body down and stabbed and cut my remaining flesh. They tore shreds of skin from my tits and stomach as they made their way down to my cunt. I reached down and played with my bloody, destroyed pussy as they ripped me apart like animals. I had finally lived out my dream and it was time for me to be snuffed like the whore I’ve always fantasized of being. 

Pandemic Snuff Sex

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex I have had during this pandemic. This fucking virus is making many men weak, and desperate. It is like they think they will never fuck a woman again. I do not give off vibes that suggest I want to be your girlfriend. In fact, I go through great lengths to suggest just the opposite. I never make eye contact with men. I do not talk to them wherever I may be. I dress Goth, hiding my figure. I do not go to clubs. Yet every damn day one of you losers thinks I am sending you signals. Horny fucking dogs come sniffing around me every damn day. He hit on me in a fucking gun shop. I was buying a firearm for protection. I prefer knives. I have an extensive collection of over 1,000 sharp blades. But with people losing their shit, I wanted some sort of protection that was quick and easy if one of you mother fuckers breaks into my house or does not respect my 6 feet of space. This asshole was giving me some of the lamest come-ons ever. I had to kill him. If not for me, for my fellow chicks. Nah, for me. I do not do sisterhood either. He was in my car thinking we were going to my place to fuck. He pulled his dick out while I was driving and expected me to give him head while driving a car. Stupid fuck. I bit his cock right off in the car. I continued to drive down the highway with his severed pecker in my mouth like a dog with a bone. His blood smeared on my face. He was bleeding out in my car, so I pushed him out. He rolled out of my car down an embankment at 70 miles per hour. About 10 miles later I tossed out his cock. I doubt they will ever find it to sew it back on like they did with John Bobbit. Another cock bites the dust. You may not survive my castration phone sex.