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I am More of a Snuff Porn and Kill Kind of Girl

snuff pornSome people like to Netflix and chill; however, I’m more of a snuff porn and kill kind of girl. Unlike most women, I do not need to couple up. I’m a loner. And I don’t date. I don’t want to get married. I don’t want to have brats. And I certainly don’t want to hook up with some loser, watch some boring Netflix movie, and smash.

Perhaps you could say I’m not the typical woman. And I’m not everybody’s cup of tea. But if you don’t try to fuck me. And you don’t baby talk me, we might get along. But you must shut the fuck up when I tell you to, keep your hands to yourself, and be my accomplice. Because the only two roles a man can have in my life is that of my victim or that of my accomplice. So, choose wisely.

Peter chose wisely. We met on the net. He wanted to kill someone but didn’t have anyone in mind. Just a strong desire to unalive someone. We talked on and off for months on Motherless. Fucking site got shut down. But luckily, we exchanged personal phone numbers before that happened. It was more than just an extreme porn site. They had a chat system for all sorts of extreme topics. The only place not on the dark net where I could find accomplices and victims easily.

The World is Full of Useless Twats to Kill

I invited him over last night. Peter didn’t know it yet, but he would make his first snuff sex kill last night. I even picked out a woman for him. And he didn’t catfish me. He looked just like his picture. Luckily, he’s not some incel type loser. Just some angry fuck up who wants to take his rage out on a stupid cunt. And he knew that would never be me. I showed him a picture of a drunk coed who pissed me off a few weeks ago. And he thought she looked like good fuck material as well as good killing material.

He picked up the drunk coed at a bar I knew she’d be at. At the end of the night, I pretended to be the Uber he called for them. Then we took her to my kill shack where I prepared everything. Peter got a crash course on how to hunt for the perfect victim, how to trick the perfect victim, how to kill that victim and how to dispose of the body and fly under the radar of law enforcement. I make a good apprentice for anybody with snuff fantasies.

This felt like Peter’s time to shine. I kill several times a week and I have for a couple decades now. So, I wanted to see if he listened to advice over the months we’ve chatted. And apparently, he paid attention to everything I said. He fucked her. Fucked her raw too.

Men Can Be My Accomplices or My Victims, But That’s It

When he made her his ass rape porn star, I noticed he didn’t bother with lubrication. Why waist KY when you’re going to kill the bitch anyway. This girl is one of those stuck-up, self-entitled bitches. A total pick me kind of girl. Unnecessarily mean. And full of herself. Millions of girls like her exist. But we did our part just to get one more of those useless cunts off this earth.

Personally, I would have prolonged the kill. But I get it. My first kill went quickly too. But it was an impulse kill. And this was a premeditated sort of thing. But Peter got a taste for blood. And a taste for fucking useless twats. He followed all my rules. And believe it or not did not annoy me once. So, Peter got to live. And that means he can help me kill another useless twat very soon

Snuff Sex to Torture Sex, This Submissive Slut Drips

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The pace quickens, the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass echoing through the square. He reaches around, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back so I have to look at the crowd. I see a few men staring, their eyes wide and hungry, watching his cock slide in and out of my soaking pussy. He lets out a low growl and shifts his grip, shoving my face down again while he hammers into me with brutal, rhythmic force. I’m leaking juice all over the pavement, my insides feeling stretched and full. He starts talking dirty, calling me a worthless, public slut, telling everyone who can hear that I was made to be fucked and degraded. I moan loudly, leaning into the degradation, my walls clamping tight around him as I beg for more of his cruelty. Every thrust is a reminder that I have no privacy, no dignity, only the raw sensation of being used and the thrill of being watched by strangers who know exactly how much of a whore I am

I have trained Lolita’s trained for Torture sex

Torture sexI just need to gloat over the trio of fresh meat I have for Torture sex! These poor souls have been lured in with promises of a hot meal and a nice Mommy. Too bad for them; they are dumb enough to believe it.

They are ready to be broken in and maybe even destroyed!

I’ve got them trained to be submissive. It took me a couple of days to beat these bitches down, and by the time I was done, they weren’t looking that pretty. Now that they are all healed up, I think you would be the right one to pop some slave cherries.

Did you want just one? Or can I offer you the 3-for-1 special? You’ve got a dick that can make me walk funny, and I would get off so much watching you dominate their young, fresh holes.

These bitches are a dime a dozen in my whore house. No one will miss them; maybe we can end them with Snuff sex.

The only catch is, I want to record it. I have been wanting to upgrade my whore house. I think a snuff film playing on the walls would be a great addition. The cameras will capture every moment of their suffering. And you know there will be perfect close-up footage of your cock destroying their holes.

Snuff Porn Is Hottest When You’re Just Meat On The Street

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Snuff porn, snuff sex, snuff movies…I love them, but nothing beats being bent double over the cold stone railing of the public plaza, my ass shoved high into the air for every passing stranger to see. My wrists are zip-tied behind my back, pulling my chest tight and forcing my pussy to hang open and vulnerable. I can feel the breeze hitting my wet folds, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of the thick, throbbing cock currently slamming into me from behind. He doesn’t care that we’re in the open; he’s gripping my hips so hard his fingers are bruising my skin, driving his shaft deep into my tight channel with every guttural grunt. I’m whimpering, my face pressed against the rough stone, watching the shoes of pedestrians slow down as they realize exactly what’s happening. I’m just a piece of meat, a public toilet for him to use, and the shame of being seen makes my clit throb with a desperate, aching need. The friction is intense, his cock stretching me to the limit as he treats my body like a disposable toy in the middle of the city.

Ass Rape Porn Star Sold for a Bag of Cocaine

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars are always in demand. For me, my ass is in demand with my son, my dealers and even random strangers. Once people know you don’t mind hardcore anal sex it feels like a challenge to them. It seems like they want to destroy your ass to see if you still don’t mind giving up your booty. Sometimes, I swear every anal experience seems like the worst one yet. I would stop ass sex altogether, but if I did, I’d never get any cocaine. And we all know that’s not happening anytime soon.

Over the weekend, I partied with this other coke whore I know from the circuit. I consider her a lot lizard type of woman. She lives in a trailer park, and I live in the suburbs. She likes to fuck random men, but I only fuck random men to get coke. I’m married and she’s divorced four times. Honestly, the only things we have in common are ass sex and cocaine.

But she told me if I came to her trailer on Saturday, she would share her cocaine with me. That bitch set me up. Not only did I not get any cocaine, but she made me the star of a gangbang rape porn to take the pressure off her. She did not want to let these guys ravage her asshole for cocaine. So instead, she leveraged my asshole. And the bitch took all the coke. Didn’t even share a pinch with me. And I did all the hard labor.

A Friend Sold Me Out for a Bag of Cocaine

These men brutalized my asshole. Almost as much as my son brutalizes my asshole. They laughed at the fact that they prolapsed my butt hole. And I snickered in my head. They thought they ruined my asshole. But years on the circuit combined with my son’s live streams accomplished that. They passed me around like a fucking party favor.

They spit in my ass using that as the only lubrication before they bounced me on their big thick dicks like a fucking rag doll. The more the men partied, the more violent they got with me. Sometimes shoving 2 cocks in a hole at once making me a six whole whore they joked.

But I did not get angry with them. Men get weak around a dirty MILF willing to do anything for cocaine. Hell, they get weak at any woman not even a dirty whore. But this supposed friend of mine sold me out. Didn’t even give me one little bump for the hours’ worth of work I did for her.

She kept her asshole intact. But I left the party with my asshole protruding through my panties and leaking cum. And fucking sober too. I’ll get my revenge eventually. Now I know never trust another bitch who likes to party like you do. They’ll sell your ass out for a bag of coke. I guess I should just feel grateful that this didn’t turn into a snuff porn.

Accomplice Phone Sex is The Best Way to Kill Some Ass

I’m Geneva, and I am a sexual bimbo doll built for one purpose. And that is to be used. Therefore, Accomplice phone sex is one use that I have come to embrace.
Specifically, I serve my Master as his perfect ass whore. Moreover, I help him find fresh teen ass for our little film project.
Consequently, we make a special kind of porn. And our films eventually lead to something far more permanent. Well, for the star, it’s a one-time debut!
First, Master sends me out to scout. Therefore, I dress sleazily and walk the streets like plastic perfection. Furthermore, my blonde hair and fake tits draw attention everywhere I go. But so does my ass.
However, I’m hunting for something specific. Namely, tight young things with perfect juicy asses that bounce when they walk. After all, this is Ass rape porn.
Once I spot a good one, I move in fast. Subsequently, I flash a smile and strike up conversation. And really turn on the charm to gain trust.

Accomplice Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill Time

Meanwhile, Master watches from the van and nods his approval. After that, everything happens quickly.
Additionally, the girls never suspect a thing because I look like a living doll. Besides, who fears a Barbie?
Next, we bring them to the studio. And the cameras start rolling immediately. Thereafter, Master takes his time with each one.
Meanwhile, I hold them down and watch his cock stretch those tiny assholes wide. Furthermore, the screaming only makes him harder. In addition, I film every thrust and every tear for the collection.
Eventually, the films take their final turn.
Accordingly, Master always finishes the same way. Ultimately, the snuff ending is what our buyers pay top dollar for.
Therefore, I clean up afterward and prepare for the next shoot. After all, there is always more teen ass to find.
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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Women, Even I Harbor Too

rape phone sex fantasiesSometimes, women harbor rape phone sex fantasies too. Maybe not in the same way. I don’t necessarily harbor these fantasies for men. But that’s because I can fuck any man I want. But sometimes I meet a woman who acts like such a twat waffle that I think about force fucking her with a strap on. Destroying her tight little holes.

I made the mistake of hiring this high maintenance stripper at the club. Although the men love her look and body, she’s a complete nightmare. None of us can manage her. So, I fired her. She stole tips and caused too much drama with my girls who work hard and play fair. But this fucking twat waffle started stalking and harassing me after I let her go. I gave this bitch every chance to straighten up her act and she just refused.

But when she started fucking with me in my personal life, I decided to make her my personal ass rape porn star. This fucking cunt broke into my house and attempted to kill one of my dogs. Luckily, I stayed home when I was supposed to be at the club. I’m not a mother, so my animals are just like my babies. You fuck with one of them; I fuck with you. I punched the bitch. And she went down for the count. When she woke up, she found herself bound and gagged with her ass in the air.

I Can Destroy a Woman’s Ass Just Like I Can Shred Cock and Balls

Although I felt like I could legally kill her because she did break into my house. And she did try to commit bodily harm to one of my babies. I decided just to torture her ass for hours. I fucked her raw with the biggest strap on I own. That thing is black and measures over 14 inches. I don’t use it for myself. That’s my punisher cock that I use on sissy bitches, and twat waffles.

She screamed for mercy. But I couldn’t trust this bitch. She’s lied to my face many times before. I wanted to completely obliterate her fuck holes. You would be surprised what kind of damage a14-inch black dildo can do to a tiny girl without any lubrication. Plus, I choked her, smacked her and reminded her that the cameras in my house caught her breaking in with a knife. And that gave me the right to murder her. If she did not want to be a snuff porn star, she better not fuck with me again, I told her.

By the time I finished, her asshole resembled the Grand Canyon. I’ve been on this underground snuff circuit for a long time and never seen an asshole gape like that. I battered her fucking butt hole. Made her cry. Made her bleed. And I made her fucking submissive. I broke her. So, I doubt she will fuck with me again. If you come after one of my babies, like I said, I come after you tenfold.

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.

Torture Sex and Snuff Porn Gave Me a Night to Remember!

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He’s fucking me with a murderous intensity now, his chest heaving against mine. He flips me over, forcing my face into the cold metal, my ass hoisted high in the air. “Take it, you fucking slut! Take every inch!” he screams, slamming back into me from behind. Each thrust feels like he’s trying to punch a hole through my pelvis. I can feel my insides bruising, the trauma of the sex turning my body into a canvas of purple and blue.

 

He reaches for a serrated knife, the blade glinting under the fluorescent lights. He doesn’t cut deep, but he drags the tip across my buttocks, leaving thin, stinging lines of blood that mingle with the sweat. “You’re almost dead to the world, aren’t you?” he whispers, his voice dripping with malice. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back to look into my glazed eyes.

 

I’m hovering on the edge of a blackout, the pain reaching a crescendo that feels like death. He lets out a guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic, his cock hammering into my ruined pussy. He erupts inside me, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep into my womb while he bites hard into the nape of my neck. I collapse, sobbing and twitching, my body covered in welts, cuts, and bruises. I am completely destroyed, a shattered piece of meat, and as I drift into unconsciousness, I only hope he wakes me up to do it all again

Suffocation phone sex because maybe it’s my time to die

Suffocation phone sex Suffocation phone sex scares the hell out of me. I guess it’s because I was recently used for a brutal fantasy.

My Master Daddy made me wear this dirty schoolgirl uniform; I think it came from one of his victims. I put on the crusty uniform and met him in the garage.

His eyes were wild, hungry to defile my whore cunt.

Donning my schoolgirl getup – the short pleated skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks- I surrendered myself to him.

He was in a mood, wild-eyed and high out of his mind. He bent me over and fucked me hard, but it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t satisfied with simply violating my wet pussy that day. No, he had a different plan in store. Master Daddy fucked me senseless, but he needed something extra to get balls empty. That evil man wrapped a clear plastic bag over my face and fucked me even harder.

The bag is sealed so tight! The world went black, suffocating oxygen from my lungs as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. My mind reeled; primal terror and pain. Was this the moment I was perfectly, brutally snuffed?

All I remember is blackness. I think I was between worlds at that point. I felt so at ease, like I was ready to let go of being a Snuff sex whore, but then a bright light and his cock ripped the plastic from my mouth. He fucked me awake; I guess I’ll always be a slave to Master Daddy!