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Cannibalism phone sex whores get roasted slowly

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.

Snuff Movies with My Eldest Son Hurts But Gets Me Coke

snuff moviesMy eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.

When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.

So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.

My Eldest Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful for His Viewers

Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.

The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.

He Thinks I Have the Perfect Ass for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.

Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.

Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.

My Ass Pays the Price for My Coke Addiction

Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.

And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Killer phone sex with the best makes a big mess

Killer phone sexWho am I? The Killer phone sex Queen, Daddy. I know you need my help; your daughter is a handful, isn’t she? Now she’s at that prime age, and she is driving you crazy. It’s a good thing you have me to help you. Bring her over; I’ll get her dressed right. I’ll put her in a lacy white negligee with some bright red lipstick. I’ll guide her to the altar. I’ll be sure to tie her to the sacrificial bed tightly.
Poor little thing will be screaming in fear, and I bet as soon as she sees you, she will give in. Since I was the one who prepped her for our little ritual, Daddy got to fill her in on what was going to happen to her. Tell her the Torture sex she is going to endure. I’ll get your cock rock hard and force it into her little wet hole.
I know the screams alone will make me cum, but since she is our slave now, let’s make it bloody. Your cock is way too big for her little asshole, so I want you to slam it in there, one hard big thrust inside. And then I want you to jackhammer that shit till she bleeds.

Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.

Torture sex goes deep and makes me ache

I live for Torture sex, for the exquisite agony that consumes my every waking moment. As a hot snuff slave whore, it is my duty, nay, my privilege, to endure the most violent, sadistic torments imaginable at the hands of my ruthless Master. I crave the feeling of his heavy leather belt slicing across my tender flesh, leaving bloody welts in its wake. Torture sexBut even a good slave like myself is not immune to punishment. No matter how diligently I serve my Master, no matter how many depraved acts I submit to, he always finds reason to discipline me further. It’s as if my suffering is the very air he breathes. And oh, how I ache for it!
When Master Daddy gets mad, he needs to take it out on me. He says it reminds me of my place. I think this time around, he really damaged me. I doubt he can make me a breeding whore after how he furiously impaled me. He took this long, thick rod and fucked me endlessly. There I was, hanging from the ceiling; I could hear my blood dripping on the floor.
He would use all his strength to penetrate me. The worst is when he twists it inside. He tore me up badly because it wasn’t just that rod he used. He loves a bloody cunt, and my bloody Snuff sex slave cunny got a Daddy pounding. My Master’s cruelty knows no bounds, and neither does my devotion to him. I long for the day when he will snuff out my miserable existence in the most agonizing way possible just to savor the final, exquisite moment of my suffering. For a slave like me, there is no sweeter release than that.

Babysitter Phone Sex Provides You with a Sweet Young Thing to Destroy

babysitter phone sexBeing a bad babysitter phone sex babe puts me in high demand. Men need access to tiny holes. And posing as a babysitter is a perfect cover to scope out new talent for perverted old men like Steve. We go way back to when I was 19 and doing BDSM porn. We acted in a few scenes together. The older he got the more interest he had in little girls.

Now Steve is a bad ass man. He knows how to use whips and chains. And he can beat a girl without leaving a mark on the outside. Honestly, he scares me a bit. He can be pure evil when he wants. So, I stay on his good side. We had not spoken in a while, but he called me up last week and told me he needed a model for a teen rape porn. And he wanted her scared, innocent and fighting.

So, I knew what that meant. I needed to pose as a babysitter and kidnap a little angel for him to ruin. And I found Heather, a super young blonde girl who could melt anyone’s heart with her big smile and beautiful green eyes. She could be a model. I knew Steve would love ruining her. I did not like it, but I focused on the money. She reminded me of myself when I was young. Back before life went to shit for me.

Being the Accomplice is So Much Fun

I drugged her after the parents left. And when she passed out, I drove her to Steve’s place. She woke up tied to a table and naked. I told her to be a good girl, and she would live. Even though I knew that was a lie because when making his own movies, Steve leans towards snuff porn. Don’t leave a witness.  And he didn’t.

He fucked this poor girl to death. Tore open her pussy with some rough sex. Same for her asshole too. Both holes gaped open and bleeding profusely. And I caught it all on film. Even captured the moment he slit her throat. I would be lying if I said seeing her getting abused did not excite me a little. It was not me. And I got paid well.

Snuff movies leaves me dirty and playing dead

Snuff movies There is no end to Snuff movies. My first snuff film was a real doozy. They told me I would be playing a dead body But I had to fuck a dead body. First I was made into dick meat, was pounded into the mud but dozens of men. They fucked me so hard I thought I was going to be snuffed out.
I can’t say no to any role they throw at me. If they want me to play a lifeless sex toy, I’ll obey.  Want me to fuck a rotting corpse? I can’t say no. Master even told me they like that I am disgusted when riding a stiff. The more I did it, the more I had to act disgusted than I really was.
I am a sick twisted slut, but I don’t think I was always that way. Or maybe I was, I don’t know. I know when the cameras are recording, I’d better put on a good show or I’ll be next. I am constantly reminded that one wrong move and I’ll be the next Snuff sex slave corpse.

Accomplice Phone Sex Takes the Focus off Me But Still Gets Me Coke

accomplice phone sexWhen I get to be someone’s accomplice phone sex partner, I jump for joy. Why? That means the focus is not on me for once. I met Carl months ago while out partying. Although he is not a dealer, he does have connections. We hooked up, fucked and did lines of coke a few times. When he texted me last night, I thought he wanted to party. Well, he did, but he stipulated a condition before he would share his coke. Most of my dealers will no longer trade my used-up holes for coke anymore.

But some guys still like to party and engage in rough sex, especially rough anal sex with this well-known party ass rape porn whore. So, I do what I need to do to stay coked up. My friend wanted me to bring him a young teen girl to fuck. He wanted her with no hair on her cunt and barely any tits yet. And I knew just the girl. My youngest son’s little girlfriend. I know that makes me sound like a bad mommy, but I do not like this little bitch.

Although I know I sound jealous, she is a snob. Plus, she is rude to me and treats my son more like her personal slave than her boyfriend. So, if he wanted to force fuck a teen girl in order to provide me with some coke, consider it done. I used my son’s phone to lure her to Carl’s place. She did not seem happy to see me. And she did not like seeing Carl naked with his big cock hanging out ready to pounce on her.

A Coke Whore Does Whatever It Takes to Score Free Coke

As he grabbed the whore, I injected some morphine into her arm. That would erase her memory. Carl explored his rape phone sex fantasies with the little bitch. I expected her to be a virgin since she does not give up much to my son. But the little whore’s cherry got popped before Carl could destroy her cunt. He did not care though. A young teen cunt is a young teen cunt.

He fucked that little bitch up. And I swear, it felt cathartic for me to assist. The bitch is no good for my precious baby boy. She fucks other guys and uses my son. So, I had no problem helping Carl force fuck her. We dumped her body in a field. She will not remember a thing. But she will know someone fucked her. I only cared about Carl’s coke. Not that stuck-up little cunt. Carl got to fuck a young teen cunt. And I got to party with Carl. So, the only loser of the night was my youngest son’s bitchy teen girlfriend.