You break into my apartment and sneak off to my room to find me. You see that I am laying in bed, sleeping peacefully. You, however, don’t want peace. You want to make a nasty, bloody scene. At this point, you climb on top of me, slide my panties down, and jam your cock in my pussy. I wake up from my sleep and scream when I see you. I try to fight you off, but you continue to hold me down. Tears are running down my face as I beg for you to let me go. Are you done having your fun, yet? Of course not! But, you are going to let me go. You pull out your butcher knife and stab and slice to your cock’s content. The blood gushes from my organs as you mutilate my body. I die with my pussy bleeding and raw from the hard fucking that you gave me, as well as the bloody mess that was left with the rest of my body.
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Teen Gets Sliced, Stabbed and Fucked By Home Invader
Torture Sex was My Punishment and I Took It
Torture sex was my punishment. No crying from me. No pleading or begging to be spared. I knew I was guilty. I accepted my punishment for the crimes of home wrecking and murder. I was put in an experimental prison. One that does not let you linger on death row for eternity. One that does not kill you humanely either. Again, I am a big girl and a pain slut. I did the crime, so I had to do the time. My executioner arrived to take me to my final experience in life. He was in a black mask with his face covered, so I could not see his identity. I was in my prisoner jumpsuit, which was promptly removed when he showed up in my cell to take me to meet my maker. He stripped me naked, put clamps on my pussy lips and nipples. He put a metal leash on the clamps and pulled me out of my cell like a dog. My execution was like something out of a snuff porn. I was injected with a drug that would kill me when I came. My orgasm would stop my heart. It was a just punishment. My executioner knew I was a pain slut. He knew how to arouse me. Even with the eminent threat of death, I was aroused when he started spanking my bare ass. His strong hands ran up and down my ass, squeezing my cheeks and smacking each cheek with a paddle and his hand. I was wet. He shoved his fingers in my cunt, pulled out a dripping finger and rubbed my cunt juice across my lips. He played with my tits whipping the left boob then the right one. Nipple clamps attached to the chain that was attached to my pussy lips, so he could yank the chain, and make me wetter. Every nerve ending was on fire. He worked fingers into my asshole and put a clothespin on my clit. Next thing he used was a Hibachi vibrator. Now, I was in trouble. Now, I was going to die. He turned it on full blast. With fingers in my ass, and that industrial sex toy on my clit, I had my last orgasm. As I came, I felt my heart tightening up. My executioner came on my face and tits in my final breaths. I came into this world a whore. I went out as a snuff sex whore too.
Snuff sex is what what men need
I learned guys have to get Snuff sex sometimes, there is something inside you that you need to let out. Your normal life is just a mask to the monster that is deep inside. Your cock needs to be drained but you love violence. Normal sex is fake to you, that is why you take a slut and use them for your needs. Tying me up and beating me is just the beginning. You beat me so I can know I am at your mercy. As soon as you see blood your cock cant take it anymore you want to use me. I can see it in your eye. The look in your eyes tells me you are a monster and as I try to beg for you to let me live with my bloody mouth, you stick your cock deep down my throat. I choke and cough and it just makes you laugh and feel sadistic joy.
That was it, time for your Rape phone sex fantasies. The blood on your cock lubed it up for my asshole. You stuffed my panties in my mouth and started fucking my asshole hard. You needed more, that is why you wrapped your belt around my neck and started pulling hard and harder. I felt my body losing its last breath as you filled my asshole with your thick semen load. I passed out and was limp as the last drop of cum went inside me. When I woke up I was wrapped in a carpet in an abandoned building. You thought you snuffed me.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies for Hire
Murder phone sex fantasies for hire is a thing. I was made an offer I could not refuse. A woman paid me more money than I could dream of for a contract hit on her cheating husband. She is a former porn star I met by chance a few years ago and we became fast friends. She married this really rich oil tycoon’s son. The son never worked an honest day in his life, but he did not need to because he inherited his daddy’s money. The rumor always was that junior killed daddy for the money. He was overdue some karma. I think this former porn star married for love, but their union turned sour quickly. She has an airtight prenuptial, and the only way her and her son would get anything is in his death. I have met him a few times. Real piece of work. Wife beater. Woman abuser. Self-entitled prick. I was happy to kill him for her. I did it while she had an iron clad alibi. Her now dead husband has a thing for young blonde hookers. I was not young enough for him. But we did a bait and switch at a no tell motel. I posed online as a Lolita hooker. I have been in the seedy snuff porn world long enough to know a few things. How to make murder look like an accidental overdose. How to be a chameleon to get away with murder. How to hide the money trail. How to make a man look like a bigger deviant than he is. How to leave no DNA. Men have long underestimated me as a blonde bimbo. Her rich ex never saw it coming. I wanted to castrate him and shove his dick down his throat make it look like a sex killing, but it had to look like he was hiring a jailbait street hooker to party with and fuck and that he just partied too hard. And it did. When a rich man dies, his wife is always suspect number one. But with the right accomplice phone sex partner, the wife never is indicted in murder.
Fucking Beheaded Teen Whore’s Mouth and Throat
You set up the guillotine as I beg for you to spare my life. I promise to forget everything, to give you everything, even myself, but you won’t budge. You know that there is more fun awaiting after you chop off my head. You let the blade go, and watch my head fall into the basket below. My mouth is still open in horror, which is just perfect for you. You stick your hard cock inside of my mouth, now dead and unattached from my body, and fuck my deceased throat. Dead girls have the best gag reflex, none, so you can get as deep as you want inside of me. Your cock slides down my tongue and sticks out of my neck. I deserve to have my head be used as a pussy pocket. You don’t care what happens to teen sluts like me. You picked me off like you would pick and apple off a tree, and used me for your own desires. Now, you can truly cum down my throat.
Teen Sentenced to Death By a Thousand Hangings
I can’t breathe!
I am hanging from the noose that you made for me. You watch me squirm and claw at the noose on my neck, you knowing that it is hopeless for me to try. As you watch me slowly lose consciousness and all the air in my lungs, you cut me down. I take a huge breath and hope that it is the end of my torture. It is not the end, of course. You have always had such fun with strangulation. Squeezing your hands around my neck was fun, but not satisfying enough to get you off. You like a bit of psychological torture with your victims as well. You like to watch me gain a bit of hope that I will live, before you set me up for another hanging. You’ll do this until I lose all hope, and hang from the noose voluntarily. From there, you can jerk off as you watch me writhe and wiggle on the rope before finally dying.
Fuck my pussy, Killer phone sex desires end in a mess
He was ready for killer phone sex with the knife at my throat, pumping into my folds hard with his thick cock. He was having fun, while I was scared – and also having lots of fun – for the end. He’d made it clear, when he cums he’s going to slash my throat, that way he’s cumming into a dying woman. One would think I’d be fighting back, throwing my fists or begging for help. Instead my hips were moving on their own, grinding up and down his thick cock and desiring all the cum I could possibly get. I needed it, I wanted it, I was hoping he’d slit my throat at any given moment so I could feel him shooting deep inside of me while my life left my body. I knew I’d spray bloody glory all over him, I was ready to take that image in with my final breath – or what would be an attempted final breath – and I wasn’t sure if I was more eager to die in a messy way, or feel his hot load enter my cunt ready and denied anything to fertilize. I’d accept my final demise with a horrific moment of cum drenched folds and an aching body. All the pains would flow away, just like his desires would flow into me.
Addicted to him
I need a torture sex would be painful but when I got with him he told me he wanted me to be his pain whore. My boyfriend at the time wanted to tie me up and use me with all his friends. Of course I had my reservations but I didn’t want to tell him that all I really wanted was to make him happy. At any cost I wanted him to be content even if it meant that he was going to abuse me and make me bleed. The pain really gets to like he is King. Although I want him to or not hurting me I won’t stop if it makes him happy and gets that boner ready to pop out for me. You know I am addicted to him.
Snuff Phone Sex Season to Teach Cock Teases a Deadly Lesson
Summer is near, and that means snuff phone sex season is here too. This is the time of year cock teasing twats where short skirts and shorts with half tops and all sorts of sexy outfits that make you harder than normal. Girls should not be allowed to cock tease men like you the way they do. How can you expect to be on good behavior when little whores are everywhere scantily clad teasing you like that? It is not fair. I agree. I will kill one cock tease at a time, but I much prefer to have an accomplice. I am sure you do too. I bet we would make a most excellent pair. If you have rape phone sex fantasies for little whores like I just described, then let me take the risk for you so you can have all the fun. That was what I told Ed. He was some random drunk I lulled into killing with me over the weekend. The more he drank, the more I whispered in his ear about all the little sluts in the place who were cock teasing him. We found a drunk coed who had rebuffed him many times. She was in booty shorts and a half top. It was not even warm enough for her outfit yet, but she wanted all eyes on her. She wanted to cock tease the men but not put out. She just wanted to drain their wallets. I told Ed how to lure her out of the bar, then I jumped her. She took a ride in the trunk of my car to my kill shack. Ed was just my pawn. Too dumb to know I was using him. Too drunk to care. I had him fuck that little cock tease in all her perfect holes while she bled and cried. While he fucked her ass, I slit her throat. That is because I am a sadistic phone sex accomplice. Your fuck the meat. I kill it for you. That little cunt was just one of many to come because it is time someone hold this cock teasing twats accountable for what they do to you.
Evil phone sex leaves me gasping and bleeding out
“Hah-” I felt his evil phone sex knife pierce my side at the same time he thrust his hard cock deep. I’d been stabbed, deep too, a nice knife wound that’d leave me bleeding out soon enough if he didn’t help me. I got the feeling he had no intentions of doing that though, why save your victim, why spare what you can take away? Another sharp wound had me gasping for air, this one way too close to my lungs and making every single breath agonizing. It was easier not to breathe, easier to let the darkness take me while he used my cunt for his dark purposes. His seed was going to fill me, I knew that, I just wasn’t sure I’d be alive when it happened or if I’d succumb to his killer phone sex. He didn’t need to get me again, the two wounds pooled crimson onto the floor and stained my skin a dark red that contrasted nicely. My only regret was that we were indoors and the moonlight wasn’t reflecting off my aches and pains. “Oh, yes!” I heard him say as he got faster, making each moment all the more painful. I didn’t breathe, couldn’t force myself to go through that even as I panicked. That was until I suddenly woke up, my body forcing air into my lungs despite my request. I couldn’t just die, it wouldn’t be that easy, I had to slowly succumb to his desires and hold back tears with every buck of his hips into my soaked cunt. Every movement a slice deep inside me that got worse and worse and worse with every second. There’s no standard protocol to being cut up, no advice to make things easier, his hands stayed on both handles, using them as something to hold onto while he destroyed my pussy and my body with knife play phone sex.













