All this anger I have and all this craving for blood… I don’t know what to do with it other than let these frustrations go in the best way possible which is snuff sex. I need to feel their limp bodies as I fuck those tiny cunts. I love to hold them down, feel their hot tears as I choke the life out of them while you force your cock from their tiny bleeding cunts to their raw ripped apart ass. Completely used to the very fullest. I love to feel them choking under my hands as their tiny cunt is violated to the very fullest then their ass stretched out with my fist! Their tears mean nothing to me except a little extra lube for my pussy and his cock. She can choke on his whole cock for all I care. Feel it being pushed deep down her throat. Mmm, I love making her take this cock and all the torture and punishment there is to go with it! Maybe next time around she will learn to be a smart whore, but this time I am going to kill this bitch with my bare hands as she gets fucked nice and fucking hard, pathetic cum dumpster.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
Teen Snuff Accomplice or Victim
I do everything for Daddy! Whatever he wants, I am nothing but his toy, his slave, nothing to him but something to use. I don’t mind. I know I am nothing. I know my worth is lower than his pet’s, and I don’t mind. Use and abuse my holes, just like Daddy and his friends do. I will even be your little accomplice too if you’d like. Someone to help you with your snuff phone sex fantasies? I can do just that, Daddy taught me how to be the perfect obedient accomplice. I have almost been killed a couple times myself, when Daddy got too angry and thought he couldn’t use me anymore. I have since tried hard to earn Daddy’s trust in knowing he can depend on me to be his personal sex slave to abuse and use and beat as he wants. I want to make Daddy proud, so I am always looking for another Daddy out there that needs some help forcing some slut to take his cock and then disposing of her when we are done using her. Or use me, I don’t care… as long as I please you and do my one and only job as pathetic victim Kali.
The Director
Ah the Arts. Don’t you just love them? I certainly do. Especially independent films. Low budget, shot in basements, tunnels, living rooms, or dark dirt roads. It doesn’t matter where really, what I like about them is the subject matter. My favorite plots involve an unstable person. Like myself. Someone who likes to come up with creative ways to bring pain into the lives of others. Someone who isn’t afraid to not be Politically Correct in their views.
I want to see a victim, laying there, unable to move. I want to see the pain and fear creep into their eyes as they are maliciously violated. I want to see holes widened to the point that blood flows freely. I want to hear them beg, cry, scream and gasp for breath. I want to see person after person use them to the point where their mind snaps.
I’m getting excited just writing about it. When I get into this sort of mood I start to crave some play time. If I cannot get that in the outside world, I either watch one of the movies that I described above, or I play with one of the victims here. Talk about easy access. Take Fiona for example. Pretty girl, but the bitch can take a beating. She also can take a good asshole ripping fuck session, especially when it is forced upon her. Then end it all with a big fat cock being crammed down her throat so she is asphyxiated by it. Maybe, just maybe, I can talk her into being in my own independent film. I’ll tell her that of course it will just be acting, and she will survive … maybe. I’m sure she will agree to it, and if she doesn’t, then I just may do it anyway.
Free Range Snuff Porn
Do you know what makes a captive lose their shit? Giving them freedom. Just throwing back the door, unshackling them, slapping them on the ass and telling them to get the fuck out. At first they do not move, especially if you have had them awhile. They cower, their eyes go from you, to the door, from you to the door, they take a hesitant step and then they are off. Running bat shit crazy all over the place.
The first place they run to is a wooded area. I think it is just natural instinct to find some place where you are hidden from view. They crash, tumble, and eventually they get hurt. Of course you follow them, with all the noise they are making as long as you stay calm and out of their view they do not even know you are there. At this point, they begin to feel more confident. They are injured and tired by now. They slow down a bit, you stay absolutely still. Give them a few hours to themselves. Make them really believe that they survived.
Then get as close as you can and just stand there. Make sure they can see your weapon, and smile. Start to move toward them slowly, watch the fear in their eyes, watch as they start to hobble/run away shouting, “NO NO NO!!!” the whole time. Then have the others join you. Have them naked already except for their serial killer masks. Watch as those tears start to flow, snot running down their face, eyes red and puffy.
Now you get to enjoy recording the whole brutal sexual assault from the comfort of a warmed by the sun tree stump. Maybe even feed a chipmunk or something. As soon as all the cocks are flaccid, all the cum is expelled, all the bruising that the victim has room for on their body has been completed. Simply walk up and finish the job. It is Free Range Snuff porn, the vegans will love it!
Bondage Pleasure
The smell of leather that has been soaked in sweat is one of my favorite smells. It is an aphrodisiac that sends jolts of pleasure through my body making my nipples hard and my cunt nice and juicy. Watching while the terror sets in and the struggle to be free begins drives me absolutely crazy with lust. I love to taunt my captive by rubbing my body all over them as they struggle against the restraints. The thrill of the fresh struggle that is in genuine earnest gets my blood boiling. My pleasure increases as the fight in my captive subsides and I can see the resignation in their eyes. Inevitably I spew hot cum all over their weak and tiered body before continuing on to the next step in sexual gratification. Recently I have been visiting a sister site of ours: https://submissivewhore.com/ delighting in the adventures of these weak and timid whores. Right now I am enjoying stalking the site but soon I will make one of the delicious creatures my own and she will experience submission and bondage like she never has before!
Fucked up and beat down.
“Tell me what you’re good for.” you demanded, twisting my tit. “Owww, I’m good for nothing.” I sobbed. “That’s right, whore.” he cackled, punching me in the mouth. Blood spurted from my lip and I felt a tooth loosen. He pulled out his cock and rammed it between my broken lips. He was grunting. It only took several strokes for him to blow his load, mixing with the blood. I tried desperately to swallow. But he kicked me right in the chest, breaking my ribs. I puked the bloody froth down the front of my dress. That seemed to inflame him more and his cock began to rise again. “On your knees, bitch.” he growled. I felt something touch my asshole and I knew it wasn’t flesh. He had the neck of my wine bottle and forced it deep into my rectum. I screamed with the pain as he banged me hard with the empty bottle, stroking his shaft. Just as he was ready to come, he pulled the bottle out of my ass and shot his load in it.
“Here’s your cum cocktail, you druggy whore. Drink it.” I gulped his load from the bottle, trying to get that last drop. I knew he would punish me if I failed.
“Good little whore.” he rasped. Now let’s do a line and start Lesson 2.” I snorted hard, trying to get enough drugs in me to take the pain that I knew was coming. Stay tuned for the next episode….as he brought out nipple clamps and a scalpel….
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Kinky Ass Murder Spree
I feel like going on a murder spree today just for the hell of it. What do you say do you want to join me? I’m going to wait outside the club as it’s letting out. All those drunk men and women stumbling around blindly trying to make their way to their waiting car or flag down a taxi. They’re ripe for the picking. Let’s grab a couple and throw them in the back of the van. Then we can drive out of the woods and practice different ways to torture them and make them bleed out. I have such a beautiful assortment of knives to cut into their flesh and watch the lovely puddles of blood growing beneath them. I want to use their blood like body paint and roll around in it with you as you fuck me. Maybe we can hack off a few limbs and leave their body parts strung up from the cabin ceiling. They do make the loveliest decorations. My cunt is so wet from offing all these innocent losers. I want you to have the most intense orgasm of your life as you help me kill victim after victim. Let’s go on a massive murder fuck spree and leave a wave of carnage behind us.
Snuff Porn Fun with Crack Whores
Friday night festivities are under way. I’ll be grabbing one of the boys to be my accomplice phone sex assistance in rounding up a snuff porn victim or three. Crack whores are the easiest target and least likely to be missed or they are already writen off as dead. Who in their right mind will miss a filthy druggy crack whore? For fucking real, the bitch could care a rats ass for herself so who fucking cares!
My boys in the lab have my bait ready to grab a few for the snuff film tonight. You see we always need a couple extra victims as they are crack whores. You never can tell just how bad things will go before finishing the film so we need more than one disposable body. I love hunting for the perfectly degraded piece of trash to make some of the most gruesome little films. Some nights we get lucky and achieve full use of each victim.
This round I am going to lure in a male counterpart for fucking the crack whore to death and we’ll even fucking snuff his ass after my gang gangbangs his fuckless ass. We will get fucking filthy and feel free to call me up for a preview as I verbally exploit the hell out you.
Fantasy Phone Sex Evil Threesome
What are your fantasy phone sex desires? I often fantasize about hooking up with a dominant couple. I love the thought of being the beta bitch to an alpha couple. So, I decided to make my fantasy a reality. Last weekend, I traveled to a different city to check out a new BDSM club there and hooked up with Tim and Rae. He was handsome and rugged; she was gorgeous and statuesque. Both were sadistically dominant. It wasn’t double my pleasure. It was double my pain. The moment we entered a VIP room, it was clear that Rae was the top alpha dog in the couple. She ordered her husband to piss down my throat. While I was savoring his piss in my mouth like fine champagne, she was making ass rape porn with my butt. First, she fucked me with a spiked strap-on. Then I got a glass butt plug shoved up my ass, which I had to clench for 20 minutes while I gargled her husband’s urine in my mouth. Once I swallowed his golden nectar, she shoved a broom handle up my ass so far, I swear I could feel it in my throat.
My ass was owned by this bitch. Her husband was skull fucking me while she sodomized my ass with an assortment of objects not meant for the anus. My moans, my screams only turned her on more. At one point however, my screams got too loud and she shoved the glass butt plug that had been in my ass in my mouth like a pacifier. I sucked my own shit and blood off it, which made me sick. I had asked for this fantasy. It was not at all sensual like I thought it would be. She would not let a “dirty tramp” lick her pussy or ass. I was not worthy of her goddess holes. All I got was piss, shit and pain. After she was done shredding my once pretty pink puckered asshole, she sat on my face and not only pissed down my throat, but forced me to eat her shit. Her husband was so turned on watching her violate me like that, he came all over me.
I left the club looking like a human toilet; smelling worse; feeling like death. Be careful what you fantasize about.
Sniveling Little Shit
One thing that I cannot at all tolerate is when men do not act like men. Weak men disgust me to no end. I mention this because one such weakling decided to spend some time with me. I could tell by the first hello I was talking to a sub-par male. Usually the men who contact me are Strong, Fully Masculine, they are not weak in the slightest. I was a bit surprised actually.
It was almost comical how he tried to tell me that he was a Dom. For heaven sake, no Dom’s voice cracks, nor do they whimper when spoken to sternly. The are Powerful in both action and voice. I actually laughed, and when I did the whining started. “Stop laughing at me! STOP! “whimper whimper” please stop!” It went on and on. The more I laughed, the more his voice broke. I was rather comical.
I told him that he was nothing more than a sniveling little shit. He called me a Bitch. Like it would hurt my feelings. Sorry love, it didn’t hurt my feelings at all. Not in the least. When he did I thought perhaps a miracle happened and his balls finally dropped. However, when he heard that I was not offended or angry for the word him called me he went right back to the meek voice.
Doesn’t it make you ill when you hear of someone saying they are a Dominant and yet they are not? If I were a man it would piss me off, those like that make all males look bad.
Even with all the begging, whining, and cracking voice I did have fun. Perhaps next time he chooses to spend time with me pretending to be dominant I should take his ball sack from him. After all it isn’t like he uses it.