Snuff porn and fireworks anyone? I love the Fourth of July. I am in party mode. Okay, more of a party mode than usual. I blew through my first bag of coke quickly. You would have thought I was Al Pacino in Scarface. I called my son. I knew he would bring his mommy some coke. I also knew that mommy’s ass might pay the price. But who gives a fuck about the price if you are too numb to feel it, right? My son was in the mood to party with his mommy whore even though it was daylight. We had partied together the night before, so this was like a continuation. He wanted to stream our season. I never care. I know the viewers loves his ass rape porn mommy. I was starting to show the black and blue marks from the night before. My asshole was still prolapsed with a zip tie on it. I got in front of the camera after I buried my face in the big bowl of coke. I started twerking my ass so that my rosebud danced. No doubt it was painful, but with all the good coke my son gave me, I was feeling no pain. Not even when he took a cattle prod to it giving it an electrical shock. I felt some pressure discomfort, but no real pain. That was about to change. I thought maybe he would shove fireworks up my ass, but that did not happen. Thank God for small favors. He put a plastic bag over my head and got out the wooden paddle. He played whack a mole with my prolapse. He even whacked my ribs a few times to the sound of astonishing tips from the viewing audience. Once I was suffocating to the point of near collapse, then my son would whack my prolapse and let me come up for air. It was torture sex on me, but I know that is what makes my son all his money. I do not mind being his cash cow if I can be his coke whore too.
Category: Torture sex
Snuff Porn, Coke and Torture is My Kind of Fourth of July
Torture Sex Dark Web Underground Snuff Pornography of Whore
As a Torture Sex model and star of snuff pornography, I found my home on the dark web. My life was meant to be destroyed, over and over again. Kind of like humpty dumpty I am always in surgery getting put back together. I guess I am more like a Frankenhooker, really.
An agent of a dark web porn channel contacted me after seeing my snuff material and made a huge offer. I am the perfect little cunt to be live streamed as a kidnapped and gangbanged whore who is tortured to death and limbs cut off.
My life was so near the end for real on these sets. I found it an amazing feeling as the saw cut into my flesh. I rubbed my cunt as my neck was being sliced into. Never have I cum so hard so close to death.
Accomplice Phone Sex? Who Do You Want to Kill Today?
I love accomplice phone sex. I kill a lot of folks solo. Sometimes, I am just the hired help to kill someone, and other times, I am just that annoyed at someone. Either way, it is more fun to snuff someone with an accomplice. I had the joy of a revenge kill last night. And it was not the typical revenge murder for hire either. This guy did not want to kill a woman who done him wrong or who ignored him. This guy wanted to kill his high school bully, who appears to still be a bully. According to my client, the target made his life a living hell in school. My client just got stronger with time. Smarter too. He is a technology genius and has sold a bunch of apps for a lot of money. I got my money up front just in case he was posing. For murder for hire jobs, I take Bitcoin only. Large cash payments draw suspicion when someone dies or goes missing. My client had some rape phone sex fantasies for the victim. They always do, it is just usually a woman they are force fucking one last time. If my client wanted to butt fuck some bully before I killed him, no skin off my nose.
I lured the target away. He was a sexual predator anyway. I have been researching and studying this guy for weeks. I would have killed him for free if I had just met him on my own. When I got him to my kill shack, I gave him a spiked drink. Once he was disoriented, my client made his appearance. He made the former high school bully his ass rape porn star. He fucked him the traditional way for a bit before he grabbed a huge baseball bat and shoved it up his ass. This is not my typical revenge scenario, but it was just as hot, maybe hotter. I castrated the target while he got sodomized. This was not about him getting off. This was about my client getting closure. And he did. I paralyzed the victim with a drug while I dismembered his body slowly. Before I fed him to the wildlife in pieces, I put his severed balls in his mouth. My own spin on a ball gag. Hey, you want to get rid of someone? I do not care who the victim is, as long as you pay my way.
Killer phone sex slut enjoys ball busting in 7 inch pleasers
I put one of my worthless slaves in suspension; bound and gagged in leather latex. We met online on a Domination phone sex site. His man pussy was levitating as he got fucked Hard by a pegging fuck machine! I made sure to get all the cum out of his swelling sack. Slave training pays off when Pegging, whipping and ball-busting using my 11″ Master Stock prod on pets! I whipped his balls with a leather whip that he shined to emasculate him! It was so tormenting for John to have to hold back his load! If he even ever dared to come near ejaculating, I electrocuted his nut sack. Poor Johnny boy had Blue balls!
Welp… He was bold enough to meet up with a Hot Killer phone sex slut that he met on the internet! He thought our skype sessions weren’t being taken seriously. He just couldn’t believe that a young college innocent looking slut was actually into that sort of stuff he thought it was all part of an act.. For the job! That was until he had my bald pussy lips smothering him as he gasped for air. He lubricated my leather boots and slid his hard veiny cock between my calves.. I yanked at the clamped harness attached to his ball sack.. His veins were popping out of his head and his mouth widened as he grinded his teeth. Baring the agony of having Torture sex with me! His balls were black and blue yet his cock was still rock hard.. I finally let him pet my bald kitty with the head of his cock and explode all over and inside of me.
Bondage Phone Sex is Fun, But Real-Life Bondage is Just Painful
Bondage phone sex is fun for me. On the phone, it is just fantasy. Sometimes, I get so fucked up that I forget where fantasy ends, and reality begins. I think because I did a fantasy on the phone, I can do it in real life. It never works out that way. When I saw an ad for a bondage whore, I applied. I thought I could handle it. I needed the money for some fun money. Well, coke money. That is my fun money. The guy just wanted to photograph a woman utilizing his new bondage equipment. He is a designer of BDSM equipment. I would be helping him promote his new line. Seemed like the most legit gig of my life. It was not legit. He did make bondage equipment, but the ad was just a ploy to get a snuff sex whore for personal use. He did tie me up and take photographs. But it was what he did in between shots that had me wishing I had never seen his ad. He used a spider gag in my mouth so he could piss down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. He put a labia spreader strap on me, pulling my cunt lips apart so he could fist me. He did use lube but got his arm inside of me elbow deep. I felt that. He has a big arm. I thought he might pull my girl parts out with him. He was taking pictures, but I knew this was for his personal spank bank. He put me in his metal stockade so he could fuck me ass. He shoved his cock in and out of my asshole using one his new floggers on my back. My ass got a better work out than an ass rape porn star. I got my money, but this bondage experience was nothing like a phone call. A call never left me bruised, battered and sore as fuck.
Leg Fetishist Slashes Legs off Pretty Teen
Let’s skip the kidnapping, the bondage and the slow introduction to my demise. I know you want to get into the good stuff, and my killer had so much fun with my body. Do you know that magic act where a magician slices the legs of his beautiful assistant, her legs seemingly still moving after being cut apart? How about if the magician never put her back together. My fetishistic killer took a chainsaw to my beautiful legs, telling me he wanted to preserve them. You would not believe the bloodcurdling scream I let out as he split me, with me begging him to stop and, later, begging him to kill me. Once he got my legs, he took the time to put them on his worktable. He was going to work, but only once he could get some quiet. That’s when he took his cock and shoved it down my throat, choking me until I passed out. At my top half, he hacked away, blood squirting from all parts, waking me. It was only when he chopped off my head that I stopped screaming. Who knew I had legs to kill for?
Torture sex is all daddy wants
My dad always forced small young sluts to have Torture sex.
He would stalk them and when he had a chance he would snatch them. I was always his accomplice, using my pretty smile to make them comfortable. But once they were in his secret house, he beat them and undressed them. After he forced me to tie them up, daddy made me sit on their face with no panties. The time we had found a blind toddy brat, daddy had a blast. She couldn’t see our faces so it made him happy to know that he could keep her longer. Daddy put a ball gag on her and pulled his cock out. Daddy was going to fil some Ass rape porn for us to watch before bed. I had to force her ass cheeks open and daddy just spit on her asshole. Her eyes forced wide open as I watched daddy film his fat cock rip her asshole open. Her screams were muffled by the ball gag and she had tears streaming down her face. Daddy had me hold the camera and film the blood leaking onto his cock and balls. He was pounding her so hard the blood splashed all over. Daddy grabbed my head and forced the video camera right by her little young asshole so I could film his cock pumping semen inside her. Daddy kept her for a whole week beating her and ripping her little bald holes open.
Snuff Porn Auditions Help Me Scout Young Talent for Clients Like You
I had a snuff porn audition last week. My first in a long time. I was not the young starlet who gets slaughtered for once. I was the sexy executioner. I showed up in jeans and a sexy top. I was immediately hired. I know the director well. We go way back. This is a legitimate snuff outfit. No one is really dying, even though I know sometimes the young starlets wish they were dying. I have been there. The pay was too good to pass up for a day’s work. Plus, I was double dipping in a way. I was looking for a young starlet for a client. He wanted a barely legal girl down on her luck for his private streaming station. It would be a good dig for a strung-out young woman. She’d get room and board. She’d be given all the drugs she wanted t00. She would just be a torture sex doll on camera. Snuff starlets make the best candidates for gigs like I was scouting for.
Once my makeup was done, the director put me in a tee-shirt that said, “I Love Lesbians.” It makes the starlet feel safer. Like she will not be ravaged as hard if her co-star is not a man. A hard pill for many young girls to learn is that women can be more brutal than any guy. Once the director yelled, “Action,” she quickly learned that lesson. I started fisting her pussy and ass. I choked her. I slapped her. I put on my strapon and ravaged her tiny teen holes. She was legal. She was used, but still tight. I saw the needle marks on her feet. She is a junkie whore trying to hide her addiction. Once we were done with our legal movie, I told her the real money is in underground snuff movies. I took her to meet my client and he was so happy he gave me a bonus. In one day, with one whore, I made enough money to pay all my bills and party like a rockstar for a few months. Snuff pays.
Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite
Knife play phone sex is my favorite. I can do so many things with a knife, like slice you open or cut off your balls, or maybe even your dick. I do not mess around. I am a sadistic bitch. I must be nice to some of you because I was told I have an attitude problem. Duh. I do not play well with others. Most humans annoy the fuck out of me. I don’t flirt. I don’t do small talk. If I greet you on the phone or on a chat in a way that seems opposite of my looks or bio, it is because I want to keep my job. It has nothing to do with me liking you or wanting to fuck you. I am not a friendly chick. I am certainly not a flirty one either. John found out the hard way that me saying excuse me as I pushed him out of my way on the way to the restroom does not mean I liked him. The loser followed me into a single restroom because he thought “Excuse Me,” meant “Fuck me please.” I was not at work. I did not have to be nice. I could show him what a snuff sex addict I am. I always have a few knives strapped to my body because you never know when you might have to shank a bitch. John was that bitch. I have no clue his real name. He did not offer it up when he followed me into the bathroom. And I did not ask it before I cut his dick and balls off. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth Girl. I was the one that got lucky because John was a stupid fucker who cannot read social cues. If he thought he could fuck me with an “Excuse, me,” imagine what he would expect from some girl who smiled or actually said hello. This taboo phone sex bitch did the world a favor by castrating that mother fucker. Consider yourself warned. Do not mistake anything I do as wanting to fuck you. You are my accomplice or my victim.
Ass Rape Porn in a Seedy Bar for Party Money
I have the ass for ass rape porn. His words, not mine. The he was this guy I met at a seedy bar. He was not rich, but he had a way for us both to make some fast cash so we could party. And it had to do with my ass. I assumed he meant we could stream some hardcore ass fucking or something. I do that often for guys including my stepson. He did not mean streaming though. He said that would not be instant money because you can’t cash out for 24-48 hours when guys tip and pay for the views. He seemed knowledgeable. I just wanted to party and I knew I would have to pay for that privilege one way or another. He was thinking more like a live gangbang rape porn. Guys in the bar could fuck any hole they wanted for $50. This was a dive bar we were in. I did not think he could get $50 a pop for any of my fuck holes, but I was surprised. Of course, he sweetened the pot with anything goes fucking me. He told them that they could choke me, fist me, piss on me, even shit in my mouth if they wanted to do that. He billed me as an anything goes whore for the right price. Oh, we got drug money. More drug money than we needed. Even when we had a few hundred to score with, he was still whoring me out because it was easy money. Easy for him. Not easy at all for me. I did all the work. I ate dirty assholes. I swallowed a gallon of piss, and way more cum. I was fisted. I was fucked. I was sodomized with beer bottles. One guy gave me a beer enema. It was anal torture sex. Just different dudes and a different day and a different place. But, I got the party money.