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Snuff Sex is Easier to Get Away with During Halloween

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs more during the Halloween season than any other time of the year. Personally, I feel like I become bolder during the Halloween season in my kills. This time of year, it’s not unusual to see a person dressed up in some sort of costume. And that makes it easier to stab somebody in broad daylight.

I never act that brazen because I want to fly under the radar like I have for so many years. But it means I can be sloppier and kidnap somebody or stab them in a crowd instead of my kill shack or dungeon. I’m lucky I have a couple different places where I can kill with lots of wildlife around to help me dispose of the body. I think that’s what makes me unique as a stone cold killer; I never leave a body to be found.

This college bar hosted an early Halloween costume party. As a Goth girl I don’t go to college bars. Well, I don’t go to college bars, unless I have murder on my mind. College girls I like to torture. And most of them have it coming because of their insipid behavior and self-entitled actions.

To blend in, I dressed up as Ghost Face the killer from the Scream movies. I needed to hide my face. Plus, with my face covered, people would believe I belonged in a college bar. The place looked packed and stupid cunts appeared everywhere.

Killing in Public Becomes Easier During Halloween Season

But who my first kill would be seemed easy. This twat, for no reason, tossed her drink on me and started calling me names. Perhaps she confused me for somebody else. But either way her behavior seemed appalling to me. But then all young girls’ behavior seems rather appalling to me nowadays.

So, the dumb bitch throws a drink on me. Start a fight with me. And then demand that I buy her a drink because she wasted hers. Bitch, please. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t touch your drink. That’s on you. But she wanted to keep on going at it. So, I suggested we take it outside.

And when that didn’t work, I decided to make a bloody phone sex scene. I took out my knife, and I stabbed her right in the stomach, pulling the knife up, essentially leaving a huge slit in her stomach for her entrails to fall out. And people saw it, but they seemed so drunk and in their own zone, they thought I staged a Halloween prank. And nobody came to help her.

They let her bleed out on the floor. And they cheered me on. It’s like I had 1000 accomplices shoved into one bar. Because of that, I did not need to immediately bolt. Still, nobody knew who I was. If I suddenly fled the scene that might draw suspicion, so I hung around. Drank a few stale beers. And watched people step over my victim as she laid dying on the floor.

Perhaps, I Can Teach You How to Kill Boldly and Get Away with It Too

I watched people congratulate her on a great Halloween prank. But the prank was on everybody in that bar because I killed a bitch in front of them all and they didn’t believe it. I told you college boys and girls live in their own world. As the night went on, the place became more crowded, and I think people forgot about the prank. They walked all over the dead girl.

But it made the news the next night. This college bar had no camera so that went well for me. All anybody could say if the police questioned them would be that somebody in a Scream costume did the deed. But they wouldn’t even know my gender. Or my race. So, I got away with it.

I’m highly skilled when it comes to murder. I can do it in private or in public and still get away with it. Since I knew it would be a snuff porn night, I used this old car with fake plates not registered to me that no one even knows I own because I keep it hidden. It’s my killmobile. But even if cameras caught me in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see my face or find my car. I think of everything. And I can teach you how to kill boldly and avoid detection too.

Lovely kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex

 

The kidnapping phone sex I just had literally made me squirt everywhere. Ah just being so naught and hearing their tortures screams as we make out and put our victim in an even more pain. Completely tied up, and using his ex-wife like a rug.

Grabbing her and throwing her in the truck was so easy, and she was sooo drunk. Well, it was perfect because this would be her last time harassing everyone. Maybe a nice, good kidnapping and with torture will bring her back down to earth.  With a nice hit right to her fucking stomach.

While we cover her face in our spit and cum. Pissing on her and treating her like a pathetic worthless bitch that she is. She looked better with cuts all over her anyways, and her screams kept making my pussy throb. Just having to bend over and take his cock right there. In front of his kidnapped ex-wife, tied up and tortured. He held my cunt right at her face and make me squirt all over her.

It was going to be so much fun tormenting her especially since no one will go looking for her.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Helps Expel Our Rage

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true. But you need the right accomplice. And although I prefer to kill alone, I’m feeling generous this October. And I’ve done something new with my 31 kills of October. Tony needed my help. And he paid for my help too. So, I thought why not. I can profit off something I planned on doing anyway.

Tony seemed filled with rage. And I knew it might be a bit risky to collaborate with a powder keg like him. He seemed like Michael Douglas in that 80s movie Falling Down. I think he might have been just one person shy of a total meltdown. Like if he ordered a hotdog with ketchup and he got a hotdog with mustard instead, I think would kill over the mistake. But I made sure he knew that I would not hesitate to kill him too if he tried anything with me.

Tony did not know who he wanted to kill. No one person in mind. He just wanted to experience the thrill of murder. Plus, I think years of neglect from women exasperated his rage. But he needed me to reign in his terror. Without me, he might’ve killed an innocent woman just to get out his frustrations. And I understand being outraged and sexually frustrated. I’ve been a killing machine since my teen years.

But if you want to avoid prison, you need self-control. That’s how people get caught. They kill in a frenzy and leave DNA behind. Hence why men like Tony and you need a seasoned accomplice phone sex partner.

Sometimes, It Feels Cathartic to Take Your Rage Out on a Bitch

I decided to teach Tony, how to kill undetected. And he seemed eager to learn. We picked this girl who threw a drink on him last week when he asked her to dance. I mean, I found that a hardcore response. And this might seem odd coming from me, but I would never waste a perfectly good drink on a guy just because he asked me out. A simple no would have sufficed.

We focused on her. He wanted revenge. Since this girl already rejected Tony once, I lured her away. But I had to use chloroform halfway to meet Tony. She started to realize I meant her harm. I wanted to torture the bitch. Make her pain last.

But as soon as I got her into the kill shack, where Tony waited for us, he grabbed one of my knives and started stabbing her frantically. Blood splattered everywhere. And I wanted to participate, but at this point, I just sat back and let him take out his rage on her. Clearly, he had a lot more pent-up rage than I ever could’ve imagined. Seriously, he went wild animal on this bitch. Turned my kill shack into a bloody shack. However, since it is Halloween month, I decided to leave some of the blood there.

Men Need Me as Their Accomplice to Keep Them Safe

Although not a satisfying kill for me, he needed to get out his rage. But I made sure not to leave any of my DNA there. One of the reasons I held back. That kind of frenzied kill feels good, but it leads to a lot of mistakes too. He wouldn’t need to worry about DNA not in my kill shack that nobody even knows exist.

No body no proof. I fed her carcass to the wild animals out back. And I cleaned up the floors. He enjoyed the kill. It felt cathartic to him to expel that kind of rage. To make a snuff porn with a girl who wronged him. Did I mention he fucked her dead body too? Hey, if you enjoy necrophilia, I don’t judge.

When he paid me, he joked that I seemed cheaper than years of therapy. And that’s true. Sometimes you just need to get your rage out. And when you do, I can help keep you protected.

Snuff Sex Always Makes my Evil Gothic Teen Pussy Wet

Snuff Sex

She was the perfect blond bitch, b cup perky nipples and a round as, a hairless pink cunt and big blue eyes. I held a bag over her head while my boyfriend fucked her sweet little cunt hole. We had, had her for three days. She had given him a blow job and let him fuck her face and ate out both our assholes. That of course didn’t really satisfy our needs. we craved something more depraved. So we tied her down and i held a plastic bag over her head while my boyfriend fucked her sweet virgin pussy. We both knew this would be her one and only time getting fucked. We loved that. Snuff sex was so addicting.  She struggled against us as she desperately fought for air and my boyfriend said her pussy was getting so tight as her body began to convulse around him. I laughed as I lifted the bag and stared into her empty blue eyes and kissed her purple lips. She was still as he fucked her dead body and i came just from kissing her dead lips. Death was always so sexy, and I loved being a part in someone’s final moments.

Roleplay Phone Sex Turned into Medieval Torture

roleplay phone sexI love roleplay phone sex. And I do not even mind a little violence mixed in. I have made my share of cosplay porn. And trust me in the seedy underworld of snuff that I travel, I’ve been everything from a schoolgirl to a witch in these sorts of porno films. A director that I work with often because he’s got the greatest coke called me up. Usually, I call him begging for a gig so I can earn some money. But this time he called me because he had a client who wanted to do a Halloween themed porn. Of course, I said yes.

And I didn’t really think about the particulars. I never ask the right questions. Hell, most of the time I never ask any questions except for how much money or how much coke I will receive. Because that’s all I care about. But not asking questions gets me in trouble every time.

When I arrived at the studio, I didn’t see the usual people there. Clearly, this would not be a big production snuff porn. But it didn’t matter if the film would be seen by only one person or many. Because I just did it for the money.

Perhaps, I Will Never Learn to Ask Questions or Say No

My director friend sent me a script, and it seemed harmless enough. I would be a witch being punished for casting spells on people. However, it seemed a little unclear what my punishment might be. And once again, my dumbass did not ask questions. I had tunnel vision. I just wanted the coke. Well turns out that me being a witch wasn’t all of the story. This cosplay porn had a medieval torture theme. First, my costar hung me from a scaffold and whipped me. Whipped so hard the flesh tore from my body.

I knew I would regret this. Because I started to regret it once I felt blood trickling down my back. It felt like medieval torture sex. Although I’ve been tortured sexually most of my life, this felt like nothing I experienced before. My costar inserted this device that looked like a steel cone in my ass. Although I’ve had bigger things up my ass before I had never experienced anything like this. My costar cranked it, and it turned my asshole inside out, causing it to bleed profusely. This felt worse than anything my ass experienced before, and my ass has experienced a lot.

More torture occurred. But nothing topped that steel cone in my ass. By the time this film concluded, I looked like a bloody swollen mess. However, I did have my money. However, honestly, I don’t think it feels worth it. Because now I’m out of commission for a bit. And it’ll be a while before anybody can fuck my ass again. Why do I never ask the right questions or any questions for that matter? One of these days I will end up dead.

Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Women Too

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners can be hard to find sometimes. Usually, my accomplices are men. Men are the ones who need a bad babysitter or a woman to lure young girls. I am sure women have dark fantasies because I know I do. However, women never seek my assistance. But that all changed

A sexy hot milf hired me for for a honey trap to kill this young teen boy. She had an affair with him, and he became obsessive. She fears he will ruin her marriage and career. A very wealthy woman and very sophisticated too. She just slept with the wrong boy and now it’s turned into a fatal attraction sort of thing. But like most of my clients, she needed an alibi when the boy went missing.

Although, I have made my share of snuff porn, usually I’m not alone when I do it, so I had to lure this teen boy and kill him by myself. Honestly, I didn’t want to. But I needed her money. Plus, she’s the type of woman you want to owe you a favor because she’s got the money and resources to get you and anybody else out of trouble.

So, I set the honey trap, and he fell for it. She told me just how to kill him. Plus, she gave me a blueprint of exactly how this should go. And I got the impression if I didn’t follow her instructions exactly, I would end up dead too. So, I had no choice. At this point, it was me or this teenage boy. I chose me.

Some Jobs I Hate Initially, But Grow to Love

But I did fuck him first. My DNA would be on his dead cock, but I’m nowhere in the system. I’m pretty much a ghost. I’ve been that way since I ran away from home so that my father and his abusive cronies would never find me. One of her coworkers saw her talking to the boy and suspects something. That combined with the boy’s obsession and threats meant she had to get rid of him with nothing falling back on her.

As I rode his hard teenage cock, I wrapped my pantyhose around his neck. He thought I was just being seductive and playful. But this was part of the plan all along. He would die a strangulation phone sex death. My pussy gripped his cock as he took his last breath. But I continued to fuck him until I came on his dick, which occurred a few minutes after he took his last breath. Perhaps that makes me a necrophiliac. But his cock stayed rock fucking hard, even after he stopped breathing.

Although I felt hesitant to kill this teen boy, I did it. I did it for the money. And I did it for self-preservation too. And I will admit that I had more fun than I thought I would. Fucking a man or a boy as they take their last breath is very erotic. I could feel him twitching underneath the weight of my body. I could see the fear in his eyes. And I could feel the stiffness of his cock inside my pussy as he died. And might just do this again. Who wants to die as I fuck them?

Torture Phone Sex Always Gets More Brutal Than I Imagine

torture phone sexI hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.

It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.

So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.

I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.

The Men I Least Suspect of Being Violent, Turn Out to Be the Most Violent Men

He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.

He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.

Some Men, Many Men, Get a Thrill Out of Abusing Me

And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?

But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.

I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.

Torture sex with the living dead makes my pussy gush

Torture sex Torture sex is just the beginning of our evil fun. My Master Daddy’s evil magick is so powerful that he can raise the dead. It doesn’t matter if they are freshly killed or have been dead for a while; they can come back into his hands. He controls them like they are his lap dog, and I get the fuck out of them. I definitely like them better the fresher they are, but Master Daddy really enjoys watching me with a rotted corpse.
The gorier the better! He wants the corpse not just oozing out of his cock but everywhere else too. He loves the look of disgust on my face when I have a rotted cock in my mouth. He says it makes better Snuff movies.
And since I am a good actress, I take that dead dick with a fetishized intensity, my tongue writhing against the squishy flesh as I suck it to rigidity. The necrotic phallus feels like unyielding rubber, coated in a vile, tingling slime. The taste is of dirt, blood, and decay. It makes my pussy throb as I service the undead horde.
I impale myself upon its ghoulish prick, my tight pussy clenching around the stiff shaft. My pussy warms his cold, dead prick, and I know how good it feels for him because my pussy won’t stop gushing! His dead flesh is orgasmic and exciting all at the same time! As I ride the reanimated corpse to orgasm, the snuff film captures every quiver, every scream of rapture. And then I give them their end, and pulling that trigger makes me cum unlike anything else!