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Torture sex a snuff porn dvd and you

torture sexNow that I think back I suppose my malicious and cruel nature might be tied back to my younger days. Back when my piece of shit father used to hold my head as he fucked me raw and made me watch his vast snuff porn DVD collection. See Daddy was a mean fucker just like me. And once I got old enough I snuffed him right out just like I had seen in every single video he made me watch. And I never again was forced to do anything, but grew to love the pleasure of forcing other seemingly innocent whores into things they would never admit they did. And then of course, getting rid of their disgusting ass in the most violent ways you can imagine. So yeah, maybe my mean nature is linked to that fuck, but it doesn’t change the fact that doing all these things, giving people pain, and having 100% control of them turns me on like nothing else. Blood and tears is what gets me off, not that soft vanilla shit that you see in other little porn movies. I like to push and see what I can make them do, before I start cutting them slowly and surly, cutting off nipples and fingers… and best of all watching the life leave their terrified pathetic eyes. Oh is this too much for you? A little too graphic? Then you shouldn’t be wasting your time with me because this is exactly what I’m all about and if you aren’t willing to participate then you’re going to be tied up and bleeding right there with them. But if you are just like me, you can force them to do whatever you want! How amazing is that? And you can even help me think of more creative ways to snuff them out.

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Starvation Humiliation

I knew if I wanted to eat this week that I would be required to perform well for your friends at your party. You left me alone in the room that locks from the outside and all night long I could hear the music playing and the men laughing. I could even smell the alcohol and hear them as they went down the hallway to take a piss every so often. I knew they were getting more and more intoxicated. Then they would be coming for me.

They come to your parties for the entertainment after all – and they know what is waiting for them once midnight comes. They pay their way in at the door and know that a once-beautiful little pain whore will be satisfying their cocks before they leave. I can hear them laughing and joking about what a worthless slut I am and cracking up at all your stories of the things you have done to me. The more gruesome the story, the harder they laugh, and I know you love the attention.

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I feed your friends, they feed your ego, and then I will finally get fed. My stomach grumbles as I wait for the stroke of midnight. I hear the clock start to chime and I know its time to make sure I am wet and ready for all the cocks that will be cumming for me tonight. The doorknob turns and I can see a little through the dim light in the room. Its a huge man and he is already undoing his pants. His cock falls out below his giant belly and I can smell his drunken sweat from across the room. He lays down on the bare mattress and calls me a whore.

I climb on top of him and he tells me to put his cock in my ass. I obey him because I  know I have to. He is disgusting, but I have to pretend to like it as he sinks his hard-on into my tight ass. The pain sears through me as he pounds my ass mercilessly. His cum shoots up inside me and starts dripping down my thighs. No sooner is he off the bed, than another man comes through the door. He is no better than the first, a gross pig of a man, but he will have a gorgeous little fuck doll tonight. He grabs me and has his way, and I hate myself for it, but I need to eat….

I love a good challenge

snuff sexI’ve always been good at puzzles, how could I not be? I am so creative and I like to see things fit together just the way they were supposed to… that’s why I’ll take up any challenge to cut a precious lil bitch’s body up and find a way to fit it into any container you have for me. I’ve disposed of many sluts this way and I greatly enjoy the task of trying to fit all those once sweet and breathing body parts into the most obvious or most bizarre containers possible. I like to have my fun experimenting with smaller containers causing me to have to cut her up into nice small pieces, almost like nice beef stew sized pieces. Maybe I’ll even keep a few for my dinner? Hmm, who could turn down free meat? And the fun I had with this delicious meat will make it taste THAT much better, every bite I will remember her struggle and screams and imagine all the blood I caused right until the life left those big doe eyes she had…so whatever I can’t cut up to those little bite size pieces can easily go right into the crock pot for a nice meal tomorrow! After I had done my teasing and torture, and of course had my way with that sweet pink pussy of hers, I made sure to tell her exactly how she was going to die, as I slowly cut her soft skin, she was the color red by the time I was done with her, I made her cry and beg until she couldn’t speak anymore – at last she finally bled out, and even her very own blood is what she tasted before she finally shutup for good. At this point it was so easy to completely saw through her body as she was no longer able to struggle but we all know it is no easy task to cut through bone so I did of course have to pull out my special set of tools. Now I’m going to use those tiny tupperware boxes that look like giant Legos and stuff them all full and bury them throughout the town – it will be quite the scavenger hunt for the police – if they ever grow a brain and even find the first one!

Drown Me

I’ve been soaking here for hours imagining you so far away. The water feels like a trap around my little body and reminds me of the time you tried to drown me in the tub. I was smaller then, but no less wise to what you were trying to do. I felt your cock get rock hard inside of me while you held my head under the water, pressing my face against the hard bottom of the bathtub. I would have died that day, but you came just in time. Once your evil cum drained out of you, you came back to reality and let my head come up.

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I remember choking on the water and trying to stand up as you kept knocking back down into the tub, telling me what a dirty fucking whore I was and that I would never be good for anything else. You stuck the bar of soap in my mouth and told me to suck it and try to clean myself. I remember gagging on the soap, but I didn’t dare try to spit it out. I sat and cried in the cold water and you stood up and pissed all over me. I was nothing but a used up toy at that point. All the water and soap in the world would never be enough to clean me.

Now as I lay here, in my own tub, with warm suds all around, I rub my clit thinking of those days when your cock would rage for me. My pussy throbs at the thought of how it felt to be drowning and unable to fight you off. I know I am a sick fuck now because of the things you did to me back then. I take the soap from the tray, and place it up to my mouth to taste it. It brings back all the memories that make my clit tingle and throb as I cum all inside my bathwater. I will never feel clean, and for that, I want to say thank you.

Carve Me Up

You were right, I got addicted. After that weekend when you tied me up in your basement and tortured my body and my mind, I will never be the same. I lay in bed at night aching for the burning of that blade cutting though my tits. I remember you telling me that I belonged to you forever, and of course I thought you were going to kill me. But you didn’t, you let me go, and you told me that I would come back on my own. The pain is all I can think of and I have to have more.

I knock on your door, my pussy throbbing under my skirt just hoping you will answer. The knob turns, the door opens, and there you are. I don’t even dare look into your eyes – I know I am a worthless whore to you and that wouldn’t be allowed. You tell me to go to the basement. I cum down the insides of my legs at just the sound of your voice. My legs try to buckle under me as I make my way down the stairs. I can feel you behind me and suddenly I am terrified, but its too late for that. I came on my own and you know my body is yours.

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I stand before you and strip down to nearly nothing. I can feel your eyes go up and down my naked body and you take me by the arm and lead me over to the table. Your toys and tools are arranged neatly, as if you had been waiting for me. I reach out and run my hands over the edges of the blades, remembering how they seared through my soft skin last time I was here. I remember my blood pouring out as you sliced my left nipple off. The pain was so incredible I couldn’t even make a sound when I tried to scream.

You reach for a long iron poker, with a sharp tip at one end. You tell me that now that I have come back, I am yours to keep, and you are going to carve your name in me so that I cannot get lost ever again. My heart is racing as you take the sharp tip and begin scratching through the skin on my back. I feel like a lowly piece of cattle being marked by you, and you are merciless with the pain. The blade drags and cuts through my skin and the blood starts running down over my tight ass. I can smell the scent and I know you can too as your cock gets hard at the bright red cascade. I will now forever carry your name, and its time for our next game…. what do you have in store for me, Sir?

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus: Who Do You Want to Snuff Out?

killer phone sex fantasies butcher girlI get asked all the time about my ideal victim. I am rather steadfast in my assertion that I have no type other than a person who has annoyed the crap out of me in some fashion. Age, race, gender… don’t matter to me because worthless fucks come in all shapes and sizes. Self entitled assholes, stupid fucks, whinny brats, needy bitches, small dick losers, are everywhere. But putting all that aside, the type I fantasize about butchering the most is the American Bimbo. Vacuous, attention seeking, drama filled, gold digging, bed hopping, Botox injecting, fake looking whores who give real women a bad reputation.

 I have zero tolerance for fake ass stupid bitches. When I see them at the mall shopping on some sugar daddy’s dime, or teetering drunk on stripper heels at some club, or using their plastic parts to get what they want, I’m consumed with sadistic ideas on how to dismember and torture them. I want to inflict insurmountable agony to their fake bodies. I have murderous visions of sawing off big bogus titties and feeding them to a pack of wild dogs. Using pliers to snap off dragon lady finger nails. Peeling the fake tanned skin from their bodies. Violating their bubble butts with a blow torch. Pulling the bleach blonde hair from their heads by the root. Sewing up their whore cunts so they cannot breed brats they can’t feed. Cutting out their tongues so they cannot ask stupid questions or lie. Yanking the ring from their worthless belly buttons with my teeth. My pussy drips at the thought of ridding the world of these dim-witted piranhas.

 On second thought, maybe I do have a type. Who wants to hunt with me?

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My First and Last XXX Snuff Porn

gangbang rape porn submissive blondeI answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn shoot. I have been violated and gangbanged by men all my life, but never been paid for it. This was a chance to make money off of being a submissive whore. When I arrived there were a dozen or so men I met who would be my costars. I was given the code word “red,” to say if things got too rough for me and I needed a break. In all my life with masters and various men, no safe word has ever been honored. This was sounding promising.

The filming took place in a warehouse bathroom. To say it was disgusting would be praising it’s condition. The stench was awful. It smelled like death. I swear this was the bathroom from the original Saw movie. The  director instructed my costars to tie me up. This was to be a bound gangbang film. Duct tape immobilized my legs; rope on my arms restrained my upper body. The filming began once my body was secured. They fucked my ass, my mouth, my cunt repeatedly. I couldn’t escape the smell of death. I tried to push it out of my mind, but I knew something was up. This was all too good to be true for a subby bitch like me.

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While I was being drowned in cum, I saw blood on the floor in one of the stalls. The director realized I saw it. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the toilet and shoved my face into the nasty bloody water. “The next stall will be coated in your blood whore,” he snapped. Then he bounced my face off the cold hard toilet seat. I woke up on the floor, blood dried to my face, covered in jizz. I squinted to see better as stark light was hindering my eyesight.  Every man who had fucked me was holding some sort of deadly weapon. I saw a knife, a gun, a hatchet, a hammer, a chainsaw, brass knuckles, even a stiletto. I yelled “red” repeatedly hoping their weapons would drop to the floor.

“Stupid greedy whore. This is a XXX snuff porn shoot and you are the victim,” were the last words I heard before, “Snuff the bitch out.” I was bound, gagged, laying on a dingy floor when they charged me. I was stabbed, beaten, cut, shot…My fingers were being snapped off my hand. I could see nothing but red. As I laid in an huge pool of my own blood, unable to move or even speak, the director said, “Cut.” The final words I would ever hear. I thought it was over; that I would be released to get medical attention. Wrong. Cut meant cut my head off. I saw the axe rise above my bloody head, then everything went dark and cold, so very very cold.

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Taking Up Space

Torture phone sexI love abandoned hospitals and asylums.  I hate new ones.  Although there is a lot of heart ache, pain, agony, and death in them, I think people should just fucking die if they are sick.  Why hang on and drive up the cost of everything for those of us whom are healthy, just die already you fucktards. 

I think instead of hospitals humans should do the decent thing and just turn themselves over to be eliminated.  Just think of how wonderful the world would be if we just killed the sick, cull the heard of the dying so to speak.  Health Insurance would come way down, maybe even go away all together.  Over population wouldn’t be an issue, because…killing.    Think of the businesses that would crop up, it would be like going home in that movie Soylent Green but without the biscuits. 

What I would love to do is get an abandoned asylum and just push those fuckers inside.  No food, no water, no care.  Just let them fend for themselves until they just give up the ghost.  Of course it wouldn’t just be them roaming around complaining that they are hungry.  Hell no, what fun would that be…for me.  I think once a month we would have a hunt.  You know, big money, sick minds, and booze.  Sounds like a party to me. 

Can you imagine paying money to kill someone?  And it would be totally legal.  Happiness!  I know this all sounds a lot like “The Purge” but it wouldn’t be, if you cannot pay the funds then you do not get to slaughter, plain and simple.  To make it even more fun and deviant, I think that if there was someone who could actually conjure demons to play with the guests would be great too. Oh, and to make even more money for myself, there could be some sort of reality show about the whole thing. 

What do you think of my idea? The wheels in my head are spinning and I’m getting giddy just thinking about it! VIVA LA TORTURE in all forms!

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Give Me More

After cuddling for 5 minutes, you get the tennis ball.  You push it into my widening vagina.  It feels like a lump of food being caught in my throat, only much bigger, and in my cunt instead.  You push it in more, and when it can’t go in more by pushing, You hit it with the bat.  Sometimes you miss and hit me.  You hit it until it disappears inside me.  But now you have lost the ball and have to get it back.

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You push on my lower abdomen, and tell me to push under threat of cuddling.  Eventually, after much labor and screaming, the ball pops out, bouncing off of the opposite wall. I begin to breathe easier until  you  remind me about the softball, which is much bigger.  My eyes widen as you begin pushing it into me, knowing that it probably would not fit in.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is the audacity of the attempt, and the pain.  Eventually you give up.  My pussy is bruised and bleeding.

This makes your cock rock hard and even with my pussy on fire, I want your cock. I want you to pound me – not cuddle me- so I pretend I don’t want you. I pull against the ropes and try to scream. The predator inside you attacks and sticks your hard cock into my swollen and bleeding cunt. I continue to scream even as I cum because I don’t want you to stop. You will never know that I had that orgasm, because this naughty little pain whore will never tell….

Torture

I wake up to find myself tied to your bed, legs spread, and my cunt exposed and unprotected.  Next to the bed is a table with various items:  A miniature baseball bat, and tennis ball, a soft ball, and a small chest cooler.  I look down and see a large knife laying between my thighs, the tip pointed at my pussy.  I don’t know if it is a promise or a threat, but it is there.  You approach the bed,  with your cock fully erect.  You grope my soft parts with one hand, and stroke yourself with the other.  

Your hands go everywhere, and penetrate my pussy, gentle at first, and then forceful and merciless afterward.  The ferocity of the penetration makes me scream at first, but it feels good, and I relax into a moan. You push in more, and my body arcs with ecstasy, and my juices flow.   You’re not giving me a chance to be afraid before I am aroused.  That way I cannot resist.  You work me up to the point of climax, before you pull out.  I’m not allowed to cum yet.  Instead you take the bat and hit my breasts with it.  They jiggle like punching bags, with red welts appearing.  You also hit my thighs, tummy, and finally back down to my pussy.    

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After hitting my pussy, you slide the bat inside, and fuck me with it.  It rubs raw against me on the inside, especially when it hits my cervix.   You work me up to a climax, and again deny me the pleasure.  I beg for you to let me, but you must punish me for asking.  Since pain excites me, you lay next to me on the bed, put your arms around me and hold me. FUCK, I hate cuddling.