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Ass Rape Porn to Snuff Porn Documentary: Cassandra Films it All

ass rape pornWe were on the couch fucking. Actually, he was fucking me like I was an ass rape porn star; nailing my ass hard with his foot long cock. I love rough anal, but 12 inches of thick meat up my ass is difficult to take. He was not happy with me. He tossed me off the couch and put on some snuff porn. He loves to watch the sick shit when fucking me. In his mind, I am nothing more than a fuck pig. The film he put in was about the kidnapping and torture of several women, a mother and her daughters it looked like. It was gruesome, but he was standing in front of the TV jacking off watching these chicks get force fucked before dying slow, painful deaths.snuff porn documentary

That’s when it dawned on him that I would be perfect for a snuff porn documentary. I didn’t like the sound of that. Within an hour, several of his friends were over. He grabbed me by the throat and fucked my ass until I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up naked, and strapped to a wood table, much like the mom in the snuff movie we watched. His cohorts began mutilating my breasts with sharp blades. I screamed, cried, prayed I was having a nightmare. Do men really get off ruining the female body? My nipples were cut then sliced off. My breasts were stabbed repeatedly until the saline bags popped. They actually cut my breasts off and removed the saline bags then started pissing into the stumps that use to be my perfect big boobs.

snuff moviesI was going into shock from the pain when they turned their focus to my worthless cunt and ass. They had this look of sick glee on their faces as they each held up some sharp instrument to impale me with. As my head turned, to avoid looking at them stabbing my fuck holes, I saw one guy filming it all with his cock hard as a rock. Pretty sure I was in shock as I was numb and cold. They were pulling my cervix out, even my uterus. Blood was pooling all around me. I felt once last jolt of excruciating pain as a knife impaled my belly, before I heard the final words,” snuff the bitch.” The knife across my throat I didn’t even feel. Thank God for small favors I guess.

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Snuff Porn Torture Death the Cure All for Redneck Neighbors

snuff porn knife playSnuff porn is what gets me off. The bloodier, the better. The homemade snuff porn torture death variety is my favorite. I guess you could say that when it comes to my own snuff movies, I like to go medieval. If you are a fan of torture sex, like I am, then you know that in the Game of Thrones era death and dismemberment were extra violent, extra gruesome, extra painful, and very deadly. In other words, awesome.

I have had my eye on new neighbors. Annoying fuckers who violate every code of decency. Their lawn looks like a Griswold Christmas year round; they blare country music at all hours of the night; their junker Ford pickup truck leaves toxic fumes for days and they are meth heads so tweakers in and out 24/7. No one wants them in our little community, but no one has the balls to do anything about it. We all know I have bigger balls than an elephant. Normally, I don’t hunt or kill in my back yard, but pretty certain if I got caught, my neighbors would high five me rather than turn me in. Sometimes bitches just have to die.

snuff porn torture deathThese ass hats were worthy of a slow tortuous death. I was inspired by watching some vintage medieval porn with religious under tones. Decided to make the crime scene look rather frantic and religious. I walked right into their home early one morning and found them making crystal meth in the kitchen. Stupid cunt was pregnant too. High as a kite, so easy to control. Tied the bitch to her dining room table spread eagle. Took an old huge ass crucifix, fucked her cunt until her insides started to spill out. Left her breathing so she could watch me sodomize her man from Deliverance baby daddy with that same crucifix. I enjoyed torturing their worthless fuck holes. Neither had the right to procreate.

After about an hour of playtime for me, I broke out my medieval sword and beheaded them. I started with him. Blood spurted out the neck stump and his head rolled off the table with his eyes wide open. Perfect. He could watch me behead his skank ass wife, who was likely his first cousin too. Their heads ended up smacking against each other. I may have played a little soccer for shits and giggles while the blood poured from their lifeless bodies. Oh, and I may have filmed it. Turns out, I enjoy killing inbred redneck tweakers. It is very satisfying to rid the world of useless fucks. I confused the crime scene with equal parts religious fanaticism and drug war gone bad. It will be unsolvable like all my kills. It will also be coming to the world of underground 8 MM films very soon. Maybe they can repay me in death for exposing me to “Drunk on a Plane” at 3 am every morning. In hindsight, I didn’t torture them enough.

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Bagged Pussy

taboo phone sex chelseaEver since I was a little girl, pain and torture have intrigued me. Watching my father beat my mother probably had something to do with it. He would beat her for hours, busting her nose, lips, biting her breasts, and making her scream. Afterward, they would have loud make-up sex. I’d hear her screaming for him to hit her, that she deserved it. They’d fuck so loud that our ratty old trailer would shake. Sometimes I masturbated to the sounds.
By the time I was in my late teens, I, too, had become a victim of violence. My boyfriend was a druggie who would force me to do drugs and then beat me unconscious. I associated brutality with love, for that was all I had known. Just a simple slap or arm twist would make my pussy leak through my panties.
One night, my BF brought this new man home. He told me that I was expected to cater to his whims and do as I was told. He said he was making money and I was a worthless slut who needed to work.
The man, only known as Master D, was a sadistic bastard. He got off on hearing a woman scream and beg. The things he did to me that night are beyond mention. He drugged, gagged, raped, and tortured me. He made me lick his shitty hole and pissed on my face.
My boyfriend stayed quietly in the corner, just out of sight, jerking off as I was demeaned and beaten. I could tell that he enjoyed the show. My pussy started throbbing a bit as he beat welts onto my back. Never before had I felt so alive and turned on. I screamed louder and that seemed to inflame him more.
Finally, Master D was ready to cum. He took a plastic bag, and despite my begging, placed it over my head. “You are a worthless cunt and you deserve to die.” he rasped. My breath was cut short as he tied the bag tightly around my throat. The world was spinning as he slammed his monster cock viciously into me, tearing my flesh. My pussy begin to pulse as my oxygen level dropped. My back arched, my legs kicked.
Without warning, I was wracked by a massive orgasm that made me suck the plastic tighter over my face. At the same time, I felt his beefy cock begin to pulsate deep within me. He roared like an evil beast, pulling his cock from my bloody hole and spewed his load all over the plastic bag. My world went black.
I awoke several hours later to find my boyfriend standing over me. He smiled wickedly, his erect cock in hand, as he gazed upon my broken body.
Now I knew my real worth and I was ready to be the worthless slut, just like my mama.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Death by Exsanguination

taboo phone sexI saw her staring at me all night. Beautiful dark goddess. The way she looked at me consumed me with naughty thoughts. My pussy got so wet from her gaze. She looked like she could own me. I wanted her to own me. Normally, I am only submissive to men, but there was something so mesmerizing, so intoxicating about her, that I knew I would do whatever she wanted. She bought me a drink. We went into a VIP room at the club.

No words were ever exchanged. I saw the BDSM equipment adorning the walls of the room. I gave myself up willingly to her. Arms extended, head bowed, I fell to my knees and kissed her feet, slowly working my lips all the way up her perfect body. He skin was alabaster white and cool to the touch. She collared me. Yanked me up by a chain. She escorted me to a chair where she strapped me in. Looked like a flogging chair. I wanted her to beat me. She sniffed my hair, my neck; she seemed to be drinking in my scent.

bloody phone sexShe spread my legs. I was excited beyond my imagination at the thought of her eating my pussy. Then suddenly, I felt a sting followed by a warm cascading sensation. I must of peed myself in excitement. I felt cold, however. The warm sensation of earlier was gone. She stood up from between my legs covered in blood, my blood. She bit my femoral artery. I was bleeding out, not slowly either. I could feel myself getting weaker, colder. Yet somehow I was aroused. Nipples erect, clit hard.

She kissed me with my blood on her lips. The only thing I ever said to her was, “Bite me.” He mouth opened wide and I saw the fangs. Pretty white razor sharp fangs bit into my external carotid artery. Blood gushed out my neck. Two small bite marks would drain me faster of all my blood than 100 stab wounds. I guess I need to be careful who I pick up in a bar.

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Clit in a Jar

I woke up this morning still chained to your bed. I thought the last time I closed my eyes was going to be last night. But somehow I am awake. My whole body aches and my pussy feels like its on fire. I know you cut me last night, and I know you intended to kill me. So why did you stop? Just as my thoughts start to clear, you walk in, with your favorite toy – that fishing knife. You ask me how I am feeling after my surgery. Surgery? What surgery?

You laugh at the confused look on my face and then walk over to the side table and pick up a glass jar and show it to me. My eyes have trouble focusing on whatever it is in the jar. Its bloody and looks like some sort of piece of flesh. Its round but the edges are clearly cut and there are strings of blood or something all around it. Even the outside of the jar is smudged with bloody hand prints. Then I remember…

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You took that blade to my pussy last night. You drugged me and told me to enjoy the pain, and that I deserve it. You inserted that knife into my tight cunt, slicing the sides as it went in. The blood began dripping onto the floor. I thought you were going to gut me right there on the bed. But you didn’t. You slowly slid the long thin blade out of my pussy and admired the blood on the shiny silver surface. You put it in my face and made me lick it clean – slicing my tongue in the process. Then back between my legs you went.

You took my clit between two fingers, pinched and pulled it out. With one swift motion, you swiped the blade down and off it came. Blood sprayed everywhere and I was so dizzy I couldn’t even scream. My tiny little pussy destroyed forever. And for all the pain that I got from it, I couldn’t even have an orgasm because you took my button. And there it sat, in that dirty glass jar, forever and ever. A constant reminder of what a useless pain whore I really am.

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All I wanted to do it make him happy. He wanted to take me to a new level. A deeper darker level. All I remember is waking into his house and feeling the jolt of power hit my neck and now I am waking up tied up. Im in the bath tub and as I am looking around I see some of my hair in my lap. I start breathing heavy and freaking out because my hair is in my fucking lap!

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I try to sit up and I slip. I feel liquid splash and I look down at my feet. I see blood. I am in a pool of my own blood and hair. I start screaming and crying, I hear his soft voice saying “Hello” He opens the door and pops his head in and smiles his dark smile at me. He is here to take me closer to death. He is going to shave my head bald, He is going to bleed me out.

Ass Rape Porn: Brutal rape porn fantasy

Ass rape porn is no shock for me, in fact I have done a few in my time, usually with a twisted lover who wanted to film our escapades. So the dream I awoke from with my panties all smeared with orgasms had me in shock. I had a brutal rape porn fantasy that just won’t let me rest. I mean it was so fucking hot I wanted it to be for real.

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I was asleep with my upstairs balcony door open letting the breeze in. That wasn’t all that was let in. I had become gagged, bound and was being raped over and over again by numerous faceless assailants. I think at least one was female even and was raping me with a spiral knife blade. It felt like cold steel ripping up the inside of my anus and she kept shoving it in deeper and deeper all the while my cunt was being penetrated with two cocks at once stretching my cunt wide open. By the time I awoke I think I came a dozen times!

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Burn Bitch!

Torture sexThat fucking little bitch down the road has GONE to damn far. She has always copied me.. followed me. Wants to be wild like me. But she is just a preppy little bitch that has no clue how dark I am. I have my favorite tattoo artiest and lover. Jean. I have been seeing Jean for damn year 3 years off and on. And when that fucking bitch caught on to it she started the same old shit! Angelina thinks she can just take over my life. Copy my hair. My tattoos. Even my furniture and my clothes! Everyone says I should be fucking flattered. That it is the truest form of flattery. And I could ignore most of it. She is but a nuisance. But then she went after Jean. Started telling all kinds of fucked up lies about me… Now Jean doesnt want to play with me. That Fucking bitch went to fucking far. So I did what any good bitch would do. I broke into her house and shoved my panties down her throat. I tied that bitch up and went to town. I let her know what I am REALLY like. I started peeling her skin off of her. I used my small scalpel. I peeled her like a fucking grape. Slowly. I fucking loved the fear in her eyes. She pissed on herself when I told her I was going to kill her. After I peeled her skin off… I poured salt all over her! I let her burn for a while. Then I set her on fire. Burn in hell bitch!

Beaten Bit by Bit

The handkerchief in my mouth had the worst chemical taste on it. It made my eyes water from whatever was on it. At least it kept my nose open so I could breathe. I woke up in some strange place and my mind is just now getting less fuzzy. I feel like I have been beaten all down my legs, but they are bent and tied behind me so I can’t see them. I see blood on the floor beside me and wonder if it is mine. I can hear something that sounds like a girl trying to scream coming from another room, but her screams are muffled, and I know she must have the same handkerchief I do, which terrifies me.

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I listen closer and hear loud thuds before each attempt at a scream, and some thumps so loud it feels like a body being thrown around. What in the fuck was happening? I couldn’t remember anything of how I got here. I was walking down the street and a car pulled up and that was all I could remember. Now I am tied up and gagged inside some weird dark place with hardly any furniture, and clearly some sort of maniac in the next room. The attempted screams soon turned into pathetic whine and whimpers and got quieter and quieter. It sounded like a dying animal, but I knew in my heart is was another girl.

The noises finally stopped and all I could hear were footsteps coming down the hall towards the room I was in. The door swung open and you stood there, covered in blood, and then smiled as if you were delighted. You said, “You’re finally awake!” like it was the most normal thing in the world to have me hog tied there. You stepped back into the hall for a second and came back with a baseball bat. It was also covered in blood. You came towards me and I couldn’t move, and I was even too scared to try to scream. You rolled me over and untied my legs. They were so stiff and sore, but the worst was yet to come. You swung the bat above your head and brought it down onto my feet as hard as you could.

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My bones shattered and I finally started trying to scream. You kept swinging, making your way up my legs, smashing my bones systematically from the bottom up. The pain felt like fire and every dull thud created more and more sharp pain and blood spray everywhere. As you crushed my torso and ribs, I could feel myself choking on my own blood. I began whimpering and whining, and now I know why the other girl did. The last thing left to smash was my face. The rest of me was a broken bloody mess. You stopped for a moment, to hear me whine, and then swung the bloody bat right at my slutty little face….

Medieval Torture Sex: Weapons of Destruction

torture sexTorture sex is my favorite. I know it is hard to believe, but I am a glutton for punishment. A total pain slut. I’m attracted to cruel dominant men. I’m not talking spankings or even floggings or cannings. I want to experience serious pain; come inches to dying; need medical assistance. I can’t have an orgasm without pain. I have my own collection of weapons that Masters sometimes have to be encouraged to use on me because they are deadly.

I recently procured a medieval spiked mace and sword. Nice addition to my collection. It is very menacing, very deadly if used correctly. The problem is that I can’t use it on myself. I knew just the man who would. I called Master Louis. He came right over. The thought of hurting me had his dick rock hard. He is a twisted mother fucker who loves destroying the looks of hot bitches. When I showed him my new toy, I mean weapon, he practically salivated .

snuff pornWe went to my basement. He laid down plastic and strung me up. With glee in his eyes, he began to spin the mace balls. One shot to the stomach and it was an instant blood fest. The spikes ripped my flesh. He hit me several more times with it. I could feel the blood pouring out of me. I was turned on by the pain. The plastic beneath me was covered in my blood. Looked like a snuff porn had been filmed. Aroused by the blood. I wanted him to hit me in the face with it, but he was too much of a wuss. I taunted him, called him a coward and finally, one of the spiked balls hit me in the jaw. That was the last thing I remember before waking up in the ER.

I’m healing up nicely. But it is only a matter of time before someone else tortures me. Maybe it will be you?