Just got done doing my workout at the gym tonight, I am so exhausted. My body feels fatigued and I’m all sweaty. I start walking to the car when all of the sudden I feel multiple people grab me. My heart shoots to the sky as I start to panic. My body is forced to the cold asphalt as I began to take whips to my body, I try to curl up in a ball but there is no use. There are five men holding and spreading my body apart and down. Two other men are ripping my clothes off with knives. I feel their sharp cold blades graze my skin. I am crying anticipating the pain they are going to inflict on me. They finally stop whipping my naked body, now all my skin is risen, ripped , red and stings. They then began to chop at my nipples, my throat, my ribs, my hips, my pussy, and my thighs with their sharp and dull knives. I’m a bloody mess as they watch my body squirm and my body parts bounce around. They laugh calling me names and mock me. They then all take turns pissing on my cuts making them sting so bad! They all take turns fucking me in all my holes and spraying their cum all over my body and they just left me there. I crave to get their attention again, that was the only time I have felt important.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
Snuff Porn Killed Me!
Snuff porn killed me! If anyone asked when they found my body it would be that last scene that tore at me like a knife!
I felt the kick to my pussy before my head hit the floor. I was in and out of conscience as each blow you delivered to my face caused me to jerk further on your cock. I was gagging on that cock trying to stay awake but it wasn’t working. I was slipping away. I felt the rope tighten as you spit in my face, this was real not a party. You were going to kill me put an end to the torture. I felt the spit in my hair drizzle down to my tips and my pussy burned from the number of times you had hit me.
Pushing me back down to the floor I felt your hand grab for the knife and slice me! The blood trickled down your shoe and you paused for a brief second to scoop some in your hand. Tossing my head back, you pushed my mouth apart to taste the blood, the salt, the essence of death that was coming. I didn’t want to die but I knew what I signed up for when we began. This was not a fairytale ending this was scene of death that would end the whole process. I felt your cock driven with blood force its way into my mouth and I tried to swallow. I tried to bite you but, I felt your fist ready to punch me if I tried.
Falling, to the concrete I felt the rip of my panties and cold hard stiff cock pushed inside my walls. I was almost dead but, I couldn’t be to feel the sensation I felt next. As my time came to a close with you, I jerked and reeled it was the best death scene ever portrayed.
DIY Snuff Porn
Snuff porn is already great, but when you make it yourself it’s even better. For years I have been making my own, I’ve just been really smart about it. You’ll never seen me in one of my snuff movies because I don’t plan on ever getting caught. Sometimes I’m not even in the same room as my victims and there are times when I never have any physical contact with them at all.
You might find that hard to believe, but it’s so easy to do. When I’m bored I browse online forums for suicidal people, those idiots are the easiest targets. Sometimes I’ll also look at forums for depression and drug addiction too because those aren’t as easy. It’s still fun for me though, I like a challenge. All I have to do is respond to them on the board or in a private message. I usually tell them that I want to help them to pull them in and believe it or not they fall for it almost every single time.
At first, I’m very sympathetic especially with my suicidal victims. Then, once I get them to confess some of their dirty secrets I act like they disgust me. I’ll pretend that I can’t believe that someone could be so awful, that maybe they really should just go ahead and kill themselves. For days and days I’ll just keep pounding that into their skulls, until they can’t think about anything else. If they don’t confess secrets all I have to do is talk about how boring they are. I’ll tell them how much space they’re wasting just by being alive. That will make them think that they’ll be doing everyone a favor by putting an end to it, which is true.
My favorite part is when they finally decide to go through with it. They’ll be messaging me for advice on the best way to do it and of course I’m more than happy to help. I’ll say that I need to watch them on cam to insure that they’re doing it right and so far everyone has played along with that. I’ve talked so many people into killing themselves now that I’ve lost count!
As far as the drug addicts go, they are a bit more of a challenge. First, I have to convince them that they don’t have a problem. Like this girl Tulia. She was addicted to everything and her life was a mess, it was very hard to convince that she didn’t have a problem. I just made it seem like society should accept her for who she is. Who are they to tell her what she can or can’t put in her body? They’re all just trying to control her and turn her into one of the flock. She fell for it. Not long after our first little chat she was shooting up heroin on cam for and even experimenting with drugs she had never even tried before.
All I had to do was sit back and just keep pushing her and pushing her until she finally overdosed. Playing games with her mind was entertaining, but my favorite part was watching her die. Tulia was trashing and convulsing violently. She was also foaming at the mouth too! Her suffering went on for awhile, even after she collapsed onto the ground. I didn’t mind, I enjoyed every moment of it.
Pin Cushion
Pins and needles. Two of my favorite things. They are so tiny, and yet they can inflict such sharp intense pain when stuck into my body just the right way. The way you place them, down my inner thighs first, makes my head spin with the pleasure of the stinging pain. I have to keep my legs spread, and there isn’t even any blood. Then my nipples get the needles. Always criss-crossed in the same pattern and same order. You are like a surgeon with your technique.
I am able to lay back, eyes closed, and feel every stick and poke and searing pain as the tips of the pins and needles enter my skin, layer by layer. I am able to see them in my mind and feel them all over. You love to make designs and last night you made a heart out of pins in my belly. I could feel the shape even though I couldn’t see it. I knew it was your way of showing affection for me – your little pin cushion.
Then you went to work on my pussy. Always eight needles down each lip – top to bottom. Then eight more in the other, same pattern. All inserted slowly as I moan and feel the dizziness wash over me. I pray that my brain doesn’t start to numb the pain. I want to keep it as sharp as possible. Then lastly, my clit. You take your time, and even kiss it gently first. Then you expose it and begin poking it with your largest needle. I know what comes next, and I know that it will make me orgasm. Once the tip goes in, it washes over me and my whole body shakes while all the pins quiver with every wave.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Blood Oath
Murder phone sex fantasies would end my life and it did. I knew you needed my blood and I was willing to sacrifice myself for a bitch ass nigga! “Bitch suck that cock some more!” I don’t think I could take it any more if I tried. I was so weak from exhaustion from the gang ,ramming shit up my ass that I was going to pass out! I know you liked pulling my tits and the blood that ran down your mouth from biting on my nipples was haunting me. The needles you stuck in my pussy were rusty and the nails that had me suspended in midair were going to rip my flesh. But this is what you wanted isn’t it? I tasted the shit that was forced down my throat and the five guys that stood behind me. My pussy was numb now from the force of fucking these bitches. I felt the acid burn my neck and run down to my ass crack. I was going to holler but you wouldn’t like that. I saw her with the lifeless eyes the knife what was she going to do? I would pay the price for the sin, I would die for him wouldn’t I? It was my fault I couldn’t pay the debt!
Taking out your cock you rammed it in my bleeding ass and laughed. I tried to close my eyes but there was nothing I could do but take it. The other motherfuckers were standing around waiting. Who were you were you the leader? But this is where it would end. I felt the blade go in my neck and you sucking the blood like a vampire who needed a kill to satisfy his thirst. You wanted it, you craved the saltiness of my blood as I felt another asshole tie that rope around my neck. I knew it had went too far. I felt your cock as it stuffed in me and pushed pass my numbness to singe my new level of pain. As I passed out I saw your eyes, puffy red, crying and raging! You were here to punish and you did it so well!
Gothic Phone Sex with Blair
When he said we were going to a Goth club, I got excited. Something new. I was not familiar with the lifestyle, but as a good submissive, I did my research so I could please him. I discovered 23 varieties of goth. Some I was familiar with like the emo punk girl, the death metal head banger, even the vampire goth. But others like steampunk and rivethead goths, I was not at all familiar. I decided to dress as a Victorian/Elizabethan goth. That way I could be sexy and sophisticated with a whimsy of romance. Goths are romantic, dark, mysterious, even a little morbid. I was going to enjoy this club. From what I read Goths were not violent, just kinky. They dabble in the BDSM culture, pagan rituals and the occult, but are basically just a gloomy lot of sexual deviants. Surely, I would fit in.
The club was an old castle turned into a private nightclub. My companion paid thousands of dollars for a VIP suite for the night. The room had an eerie feel. On the surface, it looked romantic and dark. Very Victorian era. Something wicked was lurking beneath the surface, however, I just had a feeling. It is not my place to question a Master. Ever. I ignored my feeling, did as I was told. Master tied me up, skull fucked me, force fucked my ass, even flogged me. We played our usual master and servant game. I convinced myself this was just a fantasy role play for us; something different than the usual bondage games.
Master told me he had a surprise for me. He blindfolded me. I could hear him opening a door, talking in a whispered tone, then I heard silence and a loud thud, then more silence. When he removed the blindfold, I saw a coffin. At first I thought maybe this was a vampire fetish he wanted to explore. I wish that was it. Master thought it would be fun for me to fuck a corpse. I thought he was joking. Certainly this was just a guy pretending to be dead, so I climbed into the coffin to show Master what a good girl I am. The body was ice cold. There was an awful smell. I tried to leap off, but Master held a knife to my throat. “Be a good girl Blair, or you will be punished, permanently,” he said. Such a sinister smile on his face when he said it too.
When I asked how I was suppose to fuck a dead guy, he slapped my face so hard, he busted my lip. I was giving a hand job to a lifeless dick. I felt sick. His cock would not get hard, not even too my mouth. Master shoved a cattle prod up the dead guy’s ass and his cock came to life. I closed my eyes, mounted that ice cold cock and rode him like he was alive. I kept telling myself it was fantasy; that he was just an actor at the club. But the harder I rode him, the more I realized this was not fantasy, but Master’s macabre desire to humiliate me, scare me, hurt me. Flesh was falling off the dead guy’s pecker the harder I rode him. Master saw the disgust and horror on my face and just laughed. I wanted to vomit.
Master made me spend the night in the coffin with a rotting corpse. The next morning when he let me out of the coffin, made me shower, then spent the entire morning force fucking my ass with a medieval cross. My ass was gaping open as usual. But there was nothing usual about fucking a corpse. Goths may be dark; they may be macabre, but they can’t hold a candle to Master’s perverse world.
Making Her Watch
I knew as soon as I saw them that they would be mine. Their perfectly manicured hands and feet, their expensive clothes, the way they carried themselves, all preppy and proper, their long blonde hair, laughing with out a care in the world, carbon copies of one another……their world was about to turn upside down. The sunshine is about to become darkness, the laughter screams of pain and that blonde hair will be matted with clumps of congealed blood and chunks of flesh. Watching and waiting while imagining the scene my cunt pumps out juice with every evil and twisted thought in my head. The daughter looks good enough to eat. But I know that if I allow fear to pump adrenaline through her, the meat will be tainted. Decisions, decisions, should I enjoy making them watch each other be tortured or should I enjoy the terror in the mother as I butcher her daughter and make her share the feast before sending her to her own living hell? Both sound like a wonderful way to spend an afternoon and both ideas please me greatly. It looks like the perfect moment to grab them I will decide once I have them secured in my basement.
Evil phone sex with Makayla
I am not your average whore here. I am into all kinds of taboos, fetishes, and fantasy. There are no limits in my kinky world. I am a nasty victim that loves going beyond the norm. You know those dark kinky thoughts you can’t really share with anyone else. Well, I am the girl that you can tell all you forbidden thoughts too. I love getting into the dark taboo desires that make you blow your load like nothing else. So relax, and let yourself go to the dark side with me. Remember No limits here. I am ready to get freaky right now.
What ever you want to do I am yours to hurt. My last master burned me with hot wax. He lit red candles and dripped them all over my body. He poured hot wax on my hair cunt and ripped it all off. Now I am smooth. Then he tied my tits together, stuck me with needles. He trashed stabbed my titties over and over then poured wax all over my sore titties. I am still pulling off wax and needles out of my tits.
Killer Phone Sex Electrocution
Killer phone sex games were fun as long as you understand the rules. He said it was harmless just a pointless game that we would play. I didn’t believe it but he had pulled my hairs and singed my skin with that lighter. Now I lay helpless on my back and my eyes were being held open by clamps for the electric shock. He said electrocution wouldn’t hurt that there would no pain. That the high I had was going to go on forever. I was scared but the need to party outweighed my good sense. It wouldn’t last very long it would end and then I could get all the caviar I needed. He was nice and clean who cared if he put ram rods in my ass or a ball gag in my mouth. It was all a part of the play time and I was really ready for it. The shit in his hand that he was pushing on my tits was going to be ok. I had said it would be ok. Then I felt the first volt. I smelled the remains of my flesh burned from my skin and my tits felt like they were on fire. I was happy wasn’t I? This is what I needed right this agony of torture?
As he grabbed the cowhide whip and thrust it into the air I knew that this game was going to go on for a while but I was happy to receive all he could throw at me wasn’t I? Wasn’t I happy to be cut open and sacrificed for our love game?
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Victims Log 23
Murder phone sex fantasies victim’s log 23 had been established the day these mother fuckers had brought me here. I knew I was not going to make it to 100 and if I did at what cost would it be?I was kicking that bitch as hard as I could and he was just too strong. He was putting these razors in my tits and pulling them so hard that they certainly would have popped off. I felt his hand cover my mouth and his cock shoved down my throat. He was going to fill me with his cum and there was nothing I could do! I came up with the plan, I knew what he was going to do and each step he did was just one more toward my death. Yes ,it was ugly to think that a filthy bitch like me would ever have a chance of escaping this gang. I was here to fuck and suck whatever they told me too. I knew that’s what they wanted to fuck the shit out of me for a bastard’s mistakes. Hadn’t I learned a lesson already that the streets got no love for mother fuckers like me! I was ready to die now after so many days in shit and I was going to go peacefully but they had just one more mission for me to do. They were going to make sure that everyone knew they were the biggest gang in town. I felt the chain around my fucking neck and tits.
The sound of the truck started and something was pushed up my ass. I heard them say a prayer didn’t know hell had prayers. One kissed my forehead like we were lovers. His foul breath invaded my nose and caused me to gag further. I heard a clap a stomp and then the racing of the truck but then all of a sudden it stopped. I breathed in slowly thinking it was over! Then I saw your cock in your hand, the knife the edge shiny and new and that sinister smile that said the games were just being played and I had lost!