I thought you were such a nice guy. I mean, I have lots of Uber drivers but not many are willing to help a girl out with her luggage. I didn’t even think anything of it when you walked inside my apartment and set down my suitcase before taking the knife from your pocket and telling me to close the door. I told you to just take whatever you wanted and leave me alone but you just smiled and said that you wanted me. My mind was made up,I’ll just do what you say and you’ll surely leave me alone after. You ordered me to take off my clothes and get on my knees in front of you. You grabbed my hair and forced your cock roughly into my mouth, choking me. You fucked my throat fast and hard and deep until tears were streaming down my face. You then pushed me face first down onto the ground and got on top of me. That’s when I felt a searing pain as you stabbed the knife into my right shoulder and again a few inches below it. You flipped me over as I was screaming and sobbing for you to please just leave and let me live. You shoved your cock into my tight cunt and fucked me hard. My head was getting dizzy as you stabbed me again, right through my breast and I began coughing up blood with every thrust of your dick. I’m not sure if I lost consciousness before you finished but you pulled out and came all over my naked bloody body and left, you’d gotten what you wanted.
Category: Taboo phone sex
Snuff Sex in a Disappointments Room
I put an ad on a fetish site for snuff sex. I was feeling kinky. You inspired me. I spend so much time on the phone getting fantasy slain, that I wanted a more authentic feeling experience. It was stupid. It was dangerous. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Many men responded to my ad. Turns out quite a few men love the idea of no taboo fun with a snuff whore. James was the man I selected to meet. Not sure why, but he sold himself well as a lifestyle BDSM slave owner. When I arrived at his house, I was led to his dungeon. Hot damn, he was serious. He had a bed with a cage underneath for his slave to sleep. He had every BDSM device imaginable. I was looking for more than BDSM fun, however. I wanted violence. I wanted torture sex. That was when he led me to a room I never would have known existed. He called it his Disappointments Room. It is based on Gothic history. It was a room in a house to hide people, mostly retarded, sickly and deformed offspring, wives and family from the public. It was like these individuals never existed. They never knew life outside this room. It was horrifying to think that a man like James could keep a slave hidden away in his own home and no one would ever know she was there. I was about to enter this room but was not sure I would ever leave. He tied me to a table with leather restraints. He pulled out a bunch of surgical instruments and that was when I had regrets. He told me what a stupid whore I was, as he sliced flesh from my breasts. He mutilated my breasts and my pussy, performing Dr. Jekyll experiments on my sex organs. I saw the camera rolling and knew this was a snuff porn and likely not one I would survive.
Sex with dead bodies is the way to go
Loud parties are the perfect places to attack young sluts. I like going off with my master and picking the right whore to annihilate. My favorite thing is having my hands wrapped around a dumb cunts neck. Watching her get blue in the face as I choke her out till she is dead. I am making her take every inch of masters cock. Sex with dead bodies is a hobby of ours. We get together and shop around for the perfect victim. Usually, we are in a drunk and high daze. We do the most darn things when we are in a meth fog. My cunt and ass enjoy being stuffed by a raw cock. Once the master has had his fun and has gotten dirty, he fucks his accomplice. We are a force to be reckoned with together.
Snuff Porn Maker Needs an Accomplice
Snuff porn is always on my mind, but tenfold during summer. I was stalking the community pool late this morning. All these precocious brats were cock teasing old perverts at the pool. I saw one teen slut in a fucking thong bikini bottom. Can’t vote or drink but shaking her ass all around the pool teasing the daddies there with their little ones. I don’t get it. These little whores can wear almost nothing and get pissed off when men ogle them. Hell, their parents get pissed when men look at them cross eyed and they let their girls go out of the house looking like hookers when they are still young girls. I am on your side guys. If girls look like whores, they should be treated like whores. I kidnapped the biggest looking whore at the pool as she was going home on her bicycle. Put her in my trunk, tossed the bike in the river. Drove her to my cabin in the woods, also known as my kill shack. I have her naked, strapped down and scared shitless. I have been having some fun mutilating her tender flesh. Don’t worry, I am saving the best part for you. So, if you like accomplice phone sex calls, I have a young whore ready to be fucked and tortured. Game?
Torturing Me Like Old Times
So last night I was dancing at the club all coked up and as I was walking to the bar in the club I locked eyes with my old master. At first, we just looked at each other for a minute or two. Then with a roll of my eyes I Sarcastically said “hi Master” turning and walking away from him. We have not seen each other in years but I knew that would get him pissed enough to put me in my place. He walked up behind me in the club and grabbed my neck tightly just like old times. He pulled my hair with his other hand so we were eye to eye. He kisses me and says “Damn kitten you still taste the way I remember.” Grabbing me by my cunt and whispering dominantly in my ear. “I am going to tie you up and take a blade to your tits slicing lines in them so your blood trickles down for you to taste.” His words are music to my ears down to my cunt and he knew it. We got out of the club right away and went back to his torture chamber for a little old reminiscing session. I was horny as fuck so this was definitely needed and I still never fell out of love or “subspace” with him. I deep down still know I belong to him and only him.
Sold for Ass Rape Porn
I owed my drug dealer money, so he sold me to some black men for ass rape porn. These were gang bangers with huge cocks. No one wanted to use lube. Hell, my asshole wasn’t even worthy of some salvia. They gang banged my ass raw. Do you know what coke can thick cocks feel like going in your ass dry? My anus tore. When they were done, my asshole was prolapsed. It was hanging on the outside instead of the inside where it belongs. They started laughing at the old whore with the bleeding, prolapsed asshole. One of them pulled at a rubber band and started smacking it. The skin is so sensitive there, that tears welled up in my eyes. That just fueled them further. Another one of the guys took a zip tie off something and zip tied my prolapsed asshole. It felt like it was so tight it might sever my prolapsed asshole off from my ass. They left the zip tie on while the pissed on my inside out asshole. It burned like acid. They just laughed at my pain. I as a worthless whore in their mind. I was only good for gangbang rape porn and nothing more. Suddenly, one of them took the zip tie off and they started fucking my bloody prolapsed asshole back inside me. Their cocks were so big, they were able to do it, but not without making my asshole look like a bloody swollen mess.
Girl’s Night Out
I normally love girl’s night out but when my best friend ditched me at the bar to go meet her boyfriend I was fucking pissed. I sat at the counter ordering shot after shot until I could barely see straight. That’s when you found me, just another drunk whore. It didn’t take much convincing to get me to go home with you when I couldn’t even remember my own name. As soon as you shut the door you dropped the nice guy act and slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. You dragged me to the bedroom by my hair while I kicked and screamed but it was a futile attempt. You threw me on the bed and ripped off my clothes. I was begging you to stop but you just hit me harder and pinned me down. Your rock hard cock finding my wet hole and thrusting in hard. You just cared about getting off. I guess my pussy wasn’t enough because you flipped me over and forced your thick dick into my tight little asshole. I screamed out in pain but you just pushed my face so hard into the bed I couldn’t breathe. I must’ve passed out because I woke up naked in the street with cum leaking out of my ass. You tossed me away like the worthless piece of trash I am.
We fucked that bitch up
Me and my friend found a little whore and snatched her up right under the nose of her stupid mother. That bitch was paying more attention to her phone than she was to her little brat so she deserved to lose her. Oh it was so fucking hot! My friend was making that little whore suck his cock in the car before we even got a block away. She was crying and begging us to take her back to her mommy but why should we? If that bitch really cared about her fucking crotch fruit she would have been watching her right?? Well she wasn’t so now we get to fuck her and torture her and kill her. Maybe when we are all finished with the little whore we will return her to the park we snatched her from so that her neglectful whore of a mother can find her well fucked badly beaten corpse there. It would be a fitting punishment for her I think.
Taboo Phone Sex Pain Slut
Body built for taboo phone sex was why he called me. He said I looked like a woman who could handle some pain. He had no idea. As a teen girl, I was a cutter. It didn’t start off as liking pain. It was because it was what I could control. How deep I cut, how long I cut myself for, where I cut myself were all variables within my control. A few years later, I was using razor blades on my flesh because I needed pain to cum. I am no longer a young girl. I have been inflicting pain on myself and letting others inflict it on me, so I am now a seasoned pain slut. When Ted told me to do things to my body, he thought I was faking things because I was not crying, I was moaning. Pinching my clit, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples is youngster play to me. If you want to hurt me, you need to bring your A game. Once I told my caller I was a seasoned pain slut he had me burn myself with a cigarette. Now that hurt because I burned my clit. I also rubbed Icy Hot up my asshole for him and I won’t lie, that hurt. I am pain slut. It just takes the right sadistic man to find my pain threshold with torture sex. Is that you?
Cheerleader Snuff
Cheerleaders like me are known to be snooty fucking whores. Being so popular, hot and mean has made us into the most deserving victims. I should have thought twice before bullying the quiet kid in my class. He always wanted to fuck me so bad, but I was too busy sucking football player cock and dating Chad. I should have known not to fuck with the quiet kid because when he agreed to do my history homework for me and I met him after school in the gym, he was waiting with a butcher knife and rope. He first played out his dirty rape fantasy on my tight cheerleader cunt while he had me bound to a chair and gagged. He laughed at my tears and told me that he could not wait to force fuck my ass knowing that I have been such a used up cheer whore. He beat my body black and blue just like my boyfriend and his teammates had done to him. He then took his big butcher knife and tore my skin open in gashes for him to fuck.














