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Torture Phone Sex Bloody Whore Dreams

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     Torture phone sex was my way of wanting to die with you! I felt the kick to my face and then my body lay in heap on the floor. This is how our torture fun would begin. You would take the nail bit gun and staple my perky nipples. I would yell, and scream! You loved the blood curling screams and your cock would sit up at attention!  As blood ran down my tits you would drink it all up and kick me some more. You wanted to dislocate my ribs and I could see by the look of your cock you liked that. You would take a knife and shove it in my pussy causing the blood to reach your cock when you fucked me. It would be fun for you if the blood that ran from my body was mixed with your cock blood you said. You loved the taste of my flesh and our parties together were fun!

    I don’t know if it was the need to die that twisted my pleasure.  Or the fact that when you tortured me it turned me the fuck on!

     You would cut at my tits, or hang me with a rope gripping the flesh and causing rope burns all over my neck.  Slamming my head against the wall I didn’t have time to think as you ripped my panties off. I felt the razors cutting my flesh and your smile as blood pooled around me. I felt this stiffness of your rod against my ass and felt your rip into me with enormous speed. I had this coming the finality of death and there was not a damn thing to do but let you finish the job! But what good conversations we could have about the need to die to feel your cock on my cold flesh as life went out of me!

Snuff Porn Tears Little Nigger Whore Apart

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     Snuff porn had broken your heart and you were over the edge. It started off as a sinister joke and now my game was about to get my fucking neck snapped. I saw you coming at me with the knife wanting to plunge that mother fucker in my neck. I tried to grab at the gun but you beat me to it. I felt your fist hit me in my mouth and my head hit the cabinet with a loud thump. Grabbing me up like the nigger whore I was , you yanked at my roots and pulled me over the counter. I felt the rip of my skirt and panties. Trying to regain my composure, I scratched at your hands and tried to relieve the pressure that was around my neck. You wouldn’t let up. Slamming my head against the counter I slid to the floor where you pounced on me kicking my tits. As the blood entered my mouth I saw you grab your cock and force it in my mouth. I tried to sit up from the blows but the force of your cock in throat was to powerful. I thought I would vomit, scream but that was not the answer.

     Taking a razor from the counter I felt the first slice across my fucking face like a tiny needle Then there was a third and fourth. Grabbing my neck again you pushed me on my hands and knees spreading my ass cheeks and stuffing the knife blade in me.” You nigger whore! You Nigger whore! That will teach you to mess with my heart.” Kicking me on my back, I felt the force of your knee on my rib cage and the snap. I couldn’t breathe! Blood was filling my lungs and coming out of my mouth! Pushing your lips to mine you tasted my blood. You dropped to your knees and punched me in the mouth again. Opening my mouth and grabbing my head I drank my own blood. You loved the blood the kill! Our calls would always have me screaming for death and mercy. I will wait again for the call because this nigger bitch was always ready to die!

      I heard the little one down the hall screaming I saw your face, and tried to hold onto you. Stabbing me in the skull with the knife, I felt the rip and the blood pulsate to the floor.  My screams followed you down the hallway. I saw your smile as you headed to my room to get her! My little one!  Slamming  ,  her face into the wall the scream was blood curling. I saw you rip her legs open and push your cock in her. Blood squirted out of her like a river. Coming towards me I saw you dragging my little one across the floor. Taking my head in your hand you kissed and slammed my head into the counter I saw your cock and my little one crawling towards me. Pulling her legs and dragging her onto your cock I tried to reach for her. I watched the blood run off of her as she screamed. Was this real? Was this our game? No one would know your desire to kill a nigger whore!

Ass Rape Porn Do or Die Whore

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      Ass rape porn was how it started but then it escalated to murder!  I think from the moment I was born I have been plotting my perfect murder. My murder is as twisted as it sounds. You would come in with a knife of course and hold my mouth open cutting my tongue out. The blood would run down to my nipples and you would taste the knife’s edge and put it close to my neck. Unzipping your pants you would force your cock down my throat and I would feel the razor cuts as you used the knife to cut into my flesh. This wasn’t a game this was your desire to fuck me up for my disloyalty! It wasn’t just disloyalty to you but to the game of the streets that had to be played out from my death. You would slam your cock in my ass and beat me so badly with your fist no one would recognize me…

      Word on the street was that I was kidnapped by the cruelest gang member of them all and they had no idea how right they were! You took that knife   and I felt my ass being opened and then the stab that broke my femur bone in half. With each strike your tone of vengeance deepened. I tasted the salt of my tears as you fucked me in my ass. Taking my head and pulling it back you put the rope around my neck and pulled the chord. To end the game and make it known how much you hated me you must do the unthinkable. Taking my hand and cutting my fingers off and stuffing them in my asshole would teach me! I guess I deserved this after choosing a crack addicted bastard over you. But no matter what the reason that I lay dying at your hand, you had committed the perfect crime. No one gave a shit about me dying! The world had ended and the perfect murder of a black slut was done!

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There is not many things that I am significantly good at. Like I am not good at making friends with anyone who does not thirst after blood like I do. I am awkward around idiots my own age when I do not have an intention to slaughter them. One thing I am really good at is snuff porn. When I started making it and selling it to the underground snuff world they fell in love with my work and I appreciated every second of it. I was sent an invitation to the underground snuff porn galleries showing. Now only was I invited to look but I was asked to prep a piece. I was nervous and had no idea what to do till I saw her and she was to be my Georgia O’K eeffe inspired piece.
She was about a teen and super pale which would make her skin perfect for my carvings. I kept her around in a box in the basement for a month or so to make her nice and thin and lighten her up even more. I did not torture her because beside for the minor thing I wanted to do to her she was to depict the purity that I loved to hunt from my victims. I drained her blood slowly and then embalmed her as though she was cowering in a corner. I hit her face behind a cow skull and marked her skin. When my parents had left and representative for the gallery came by picking her up, ensuring she would not be damaged.
I showed up in a gas mask to the event. That was kind of the thing. Everyone knew each other’s alias and no one wanted to give up that security even for a moment of comfort amount the like minded. It was like a masquerade, and I felt as though my mask played to me very well. I was very impressed by everyone’s work, recognizing a few from people who I had helped torture and capture. People who were careful carved and saved and one loving display who was pumped with fluids and adrenaline. His live screams were quite impressive. I was recognized by a lot of my supporters and given a substantial amount of donations to further the quality of my work. It was nice to be around supporters but I was ready to get back to work in my little shell.

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The prey

snuff phone sex fionaJust 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.

Snuff Porn Killed Me!

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     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

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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.

snuff pornAt 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!

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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.

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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.

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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

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    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

gothic phone sex submissiveWhen 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.

sex with dead bodies mommy sexMaster 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.

necrophilia phone sexMaster 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.

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