I showed up to audition for a snuff porn Saturday afternoon. I was immediately grabbed as I stumbled in the entrance wearing my daisy dukes that were so short my cunt lips hung out. My little thin denim halter top barely covered my tits. I am a trashy skank porn star for snuff and exploitation films. I am the dumb blonde bimbo that wears high heels with whore shorts. My perfect body and long legs make all of this acceptable. I am a Barbie and not disgusting anyone by showing too much. I piss off women and make men uptight and heated because they can’t legally nor openly do what they wish to do to me. I know the power I have and how to use it. But, you see, I have a dark side that craves the torture and humiliation. I am a victim to my own filthy mind and desires. I am here for your pleasure.
Tag: Murder phone sex Fantasies
Murder phone sex Fantasies Come Undone
These are the ultimate murder phone sex fantasies come undone! Down in the AIDS ward there are some twisted and evil men who would do nothing more than kill you slowly! Bug Juice awaits your ass! And I am going to enjoy every second!
You don’t mess with the black sheriff of your town and think he will let you and your wife get away with anything!
A broken tail light is the least of your worries as we are handcuffed and taken down to the basement. No one will ever hear our screams. Pumped directly with that deadly virus and a bone grinder awaits your pathetic ass. I scream no not my husband but the shot in my ass is making me feel so good, and horny! My thoughts turn evil as I am ready to do anything these fuckers say to do. Like hold that bone grinder to your right arm as the blood and bone fragments spurt away! Oh and as I get a train pulled on my ass and pussy at the same time as I am dismembering every limb off of you. I am teh evil bitch now and nothing is going to make me stop fucking while this snuff slut torture you with every medical device i can get my hands on!
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies
I am constantly barraged with murder phone sex fantasies. I am not a people person. I hate almost everyone. I am anti-social. I have impulse disorder. I am a narcissist. I was diagnosed with a slew of disorders before I finished high school. My parents were worried about me. I take after my maternal grandfather. He was related to Ed Gein. He is the serial killer Psycho is based on. The sadistic gene skipped a generation because my mom was Suzy Homemaker. When I was being bullied at school, my mom said turn the other cheek. My grandpa, however, had a different approach. I have been killing my enemies and any fucktard that gets in my way ever since. I am also a contract killer. I even kill losers with a death wish who are too much of a pussy to off themselves. Last week, a guy found my ad on the Dark Net. He paid me through Bit Coins. I thought we were all set when he backed out. Got too scared. He told me to keep the money. Of course, I would keep the money. It would never be an option to return the money. But when I am paid, I do what I am paid for. I do not care if you get cold feet. I am like Liam Neeson. I have a particular set of skills that I have acquired over my life and those skills make me a nightmare for people like this guy. I found him and I killed him. If you pay me to kill you, I do it quickly. I am in it for the money; your death is just bonus. But if you are even more spineless or annoying than I thought, I am throwing in torture sex for free. I destroyed his body. Cut his cock off and left it in his mouth. The press is having a field day over this unsolved murder. They think it was a mob hit. No. Just a pissed off Goth girl killing.
Jezabel and Your Murder Phone Sex Fantasies
Oh the blood gushing turns me on.
Murder phone sex fantasies of a young run away who nobody would miss. She wasn’t a virgin and I already forgot her name. She was worthless and her tight body turned me on. I called you because I knew you would know how to handle her. I had lured her over with some dope and hopes of a nice hot shower and maybe a meal.
Oh the blood rushing gets me so excited.
But the shower was to make her body pristine for you and me to lick and fuck her brains out. And this street urchin would be our meal. I even went and found her boyfriend so we could slice and dice her up in front of him.
Then we cut his dick off and made it into a nice hot dog sandwich! Before we let our four legged fuck his ass. Slicing her throat and fucking watching you literally throat fuck her was the best part. I love murder and cannibalisms’ to bring in fall, a good body to roast and fill with your cream is a autumn dream! Cum play with this sadistic bitch some more baby!
Deadly Violent Phone Sex
I knew how utterly dangerous he was when we met. It was the amber gaze of sin that broke me, and I didn’t care what he did with me, I would consent. His teeth grazed over my skin like a threat or a promise when he punched himself inside of my cunt. Each stab of his stone-hard cock brought me closer and closer to coming, but he wasn’t going to let me have it that easy. Pleasure comes at the cost of pain.
“Your life is mine” he told me, and it was true. I knew that he was capable of ending my life at any time, and I wanted him like nothing on this earth. He growled and snarled and held a death grip on my throat, battering my pussy with his punishing thrusts. Feeling his fingers cutting into my skin, marking me in a purple choker collar of bruises, I dripped all over his sadistic cock. I ached for him to choke the life out of me and leave me with his seed inside my dead cunt. He wasn’t merciful enough to take my life. Why do that when he could kill me slowly in violent phone sex?
Secrets Society Confessions of Snuff Sex and More
There is a secret society of men who worship snuff sex on an everyday basis. They are born into the cannibalism world of eating females. Women are used as breeding whores until they are 24 years old and then made into a poo-poo platter for the men to feast on. My caller couldn’t give me much information but I know it’s true because I have been involved with some sick shit myself. This hot sadist guy was took in by an elder and his mother who was older than twenty-four by far was used as his personal fuck slave along with his sister. They were kept in cages until the boys 18th birthday where they decapitated the mother’s head and ate her body.
His sister pregnant with his brat would be allowed to live for a couple more years but then the same would happen to her! Imagine a breeding ground where women were only breeding and fuck whore and useless flesh after that. They ate the females and the males would be in the secret society with them all. They even fuck the decapitated fuck meat whore Female bodies after and marinate them with dozens of mens cum in the family feast! Baby this goes back eons too. I want to know your stories. I know there are more of you. You fit right in this snuff phone sex Queens world! My Pussy is so wet in anticipation!
I Don’t Fuck Around, I Kill
The weekends are for hunting. Fresh blood gets my cunt all drippy and slippy, and I love to fuck myself with my huge black dildo. I was sitting at the bar when this older man approached me. “Hi, I’m Levi. Can I buy you a drink?” I didn’t give a fuck what his name was, but I let him go ahead and buy me some Jim Beam Sour Apple shots. He chattered on about his day, and his interests, and how beautiful I was. All I could think about was ripping out his fucking tongue.
I wondered what his cock would look like stuffed down his throat. I wanted to put his tongue up his asshole. I wanted to hurt this mother fucker more and more with every breath he took. What a useless meat bag.
But, needed to play the game, I turned and batted my long lashes at him. My eyes were intense as I rose and beckoned him to follow me out into the alley. “So you want to fuck around?” He grinned. He thought he was finally getting some ass. He was going to get something alright. I nipped him with a needle right in his neck, and that tranquilizer had him collapsed in seconds. “I don’t fuck around, meat bag. I kill.”
He woke up in my playroom; the sub-basement of my home. He was chained, and hanging from the ceiling by his wrists alone, toes barely grazing the floor. I stood before him, just as naked as he was. My cunt was running rivers down my thighs, and the smile on my face was pure sadism. I didn’t know if I’d be killing him tonight, or if I’d flay him strip by strip. I’ll let you know what I decide, and how it goes; for him, that is. Either way, baby girl is a fucking winner. I can’t wait to fuck my dildo, and use his blood as lube.
Murder and Ass Rape Porn Accomplice
It would be the day when I was going to fuck every little whore up I could. Brats and young bitches only deserve to be ass rape porn stars. I can’t stand whiny insolent little creatures who are so needy and dependent. The local crack whore needed a babysitter and I needed victims. She wouldnt miss the little sumbags and I would make sure I gave her enough of a cut of that money to overdose her dumb ass. I fucked up though, I ended up having three brats who were better off stuffed in the closet and beat, should take a hammer to each delicate skull. But now I had a snuff movie ready to be made and so much money on the table. I Shoved all three of my Innocents in the trunk of my car and made the drive to the farm. I was impressed with the amount of technology they use for an accomplice to give sweet pink puckered assholes. As I wiped runny noses and fixed hair I tried to leave as few marks before the camera rolled as possible. At the end of the session the bag of money would be digitally unlocked if I did well. Male and female victims were used as cock stokers for five farm hands tonight and the screams of these faceless young ones bothered the livestock, but the sweet bloody deaths did unlock my money and the pigs were fed well that night, no one would ever find my victims! The screams and blood and killing with a garrote was the best. I rolled up a few hundreds and put them in some sausage tubbing and fucked my own ass and dripping cunt! 
Sadistically Hunting A Trophy Wife
When I hunt, I like to take trophies from my victims. I want to relive the sweet sadiction of my victory again and again. I remember every single whore I’ve ever snuffed out, and my cunt is grateful for the never ending spank bank material, if you know what I mean.
Listen closely, sweet pet. It’s story time; do you remember the tooth fairy? Yeah, that little creature that trades your baby teeth for money? Think of me as the older sister of those sweet, innocent fae. I’m a bone fairy, and baby I’m here to collect my due.
I keep a menagerie of curiosities: mummified starfish, dried tarantulas, taxidermy sharks. My human collection is all my favorite, and all home made. I always dismember my prey in a field so their blood may feed into the cornstalks.
I see you watch me, your eyes cold like jade as I show you my toys; a femur from a young girl, the teeth of some old bitch, preserved organs, a liver, a heart.
Sometimes, when I’m hunting I only attack and take a trophy. I want my victims to fear that I’ll come back to collect the rest of what I’m due. I will. Tonight, I’m going to go match these ring fingers with the red headed bitch they belong to. Are you tagging along to help, or just to jack off while you watch me work?
















