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Let’s Act Out the Snuff Porn, Together!

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Sure, you could go online and surf the net for snuff porn, or you could just pick up your phone and call me. Think about it – would you rather watch a pre-made video, or talk to a live girl who can give you exactly the fantasy you want? We could come up with a super hot role play and I know you’ll blow your load really hard for me. I’m not saying I’m the best at snuff role plays… well yes, actually I am saying that. I have more than a few satisfied callers. I guess the question is – how do you want to off me? Do you want to kidnap, torture, and then kill me? Do you want to smother me slowly with a pillow while you fuck me? Do you want to slice and dice me and cover yourself in my blood? You can do all of that and then some. Let’s get creative and play! If you don’t want to snuff me out, maybe we can work together to do it to someone else. I know there is some slut out there who deserves it. Whether it’s me or someone else, it’s going to be so much fun!

Kidnapped by Midgets

Taboo phone sexI was walking down the street last week when I was grabbed from behind by a group of midgets…sorry, little people, and thrown into the back of a van!

There were at least four or five of them and they were freakishly strong!

The immediately tied my hands and feet and stripped my clothes off!

We pulled into a car wash where they blasted me tender cunt with the high pressure cold water and began scrubbing my body with the giant foaming brush!

The water stung and the brush felt as though it had removed several layers of skin! I was red and raw!

I tried to scream but my attempts were muffled by the gag in my mouth! The more I struggled, the more they laughed in their high pitched lollipop guild tone and talked about cleaning the filthy whore for their master!

I could not help but wonder who they were referring to!

We pulled up to a stone lean to in the woods that lead to an underground chamber. The stench of piss and cum was everywhere and the place was dimly lit by flamed torches.

Your godlike presence appears before me, yet you are dressed in black and even your face is hidden! You press a glowing cattle brand on my ass, searing my still raw skin and holding it there to intensify the pain!

You pierces my nipples and clit with a burning thick needle and fit me with a heavy chain! The piercings tear at my flesh as you pull them behind me and attach them to a single ring just above my blistering ass!

A short leash is hooked to the ring and you give my ass a hard kick with your dirty boot, sending me to my knees! Your voice makes my clit quivers as you order me to crawl behind you. Any struggle resulted in a quick yank, sending oddly erotic pain throughout my tits and cunt!

You feel me paw at your leg!

My eyes are pleading…Please! I want to be the one you hurt!

Seeing the tears ruin my mascara brings a slight smile to your face!

Please don’t deny me the sting of your hand on my face, the scraps on my knees as I crawl to you or the bruises on my neck from the grasp of your strong hands!

“All in good time”, you say, “All in good time!”

And then a quick yank, again reminds me of my place on my knees crawling behind you……

 

 

 

 

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexIt is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy.  It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.

Mutilation Masturbation

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Torture phone sex is fun, but it doesn’t really compare to the hunt. I thrive, needle in hand, prowling the night clubs for my prey. I’m wet in anticipation, ready to dig my knife deep between their thighs; I intend to show my catch a real good time. I’m talking week long sessions of screaming, blood streaming from wounds. I want to cut something pretty apart at the seams.
I saw her, dancing up on the pole. I wound my way up, dancing beside her. My hands slid down her body, catching a nipple in my claws. I sunk my teeth into her neck deep in the underbelly of Chinatown, slipping my needle into her belly button. I beckoned her, and she followed; her cunt was starting to drip from the drugs. I grinned the whole taxi ride back to my place. In my basement, I tied her to the table, and flicked open my knife.
I cut away her shirt, her tiny micro skirt, that lacy little thong. I licked along her body, tasting the sweat on her skin. The second needle slid silently into her tongue, and she was limp. Trapped, but awake, my pretty kitten stared me down with wide eyes. She was terrified as I started the sawzall, taking each arm and then each leg, until she was nothing but a bloody stump for fucking.
Needle three kissed my amputee in her sweet, tight pussy. She started to feel it, the overwhelming pleasure. Her cunt dripped, all drugged up and bound down. She was begging for release, from her ties or to cum I wasn’t sure. But it gave me an idea. I picked up her detached arm, manipulating her still-warm fingers to coax her into cumming, stroking her clit with her own dead fingers, and fucking her in my sickened mutilation masturbation.

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October is Killer Phone Sex Season

killer phone sexFall is killer phone sex season. Honestly, I love sweater weather. I can bundle up, blend in and hunt less conspicuously. I never get caught because I am not flashy. I am not impulsive. And, I never have a connection with my victims. I can teach you how to be a killer too. You lust after your neighbor’s little girl? You want to fuck her as in destroy her tiny holes? I can help you BUT you cannot do it to her. You will be the first suspect. We drive around a few counties away from where you live and look for a surrogate. Same age, same look, just no connection to you. Police always investigate neighbors and family when a little one goes missing. You can have a young girl or boy; you just must be careful. That is why accomplice phone sex partners are key. I am the devil on your shoulder. I tell you to kill the cunt and explore your rape fantasies. I do not want you caught; however, you need to listen to me to ensure that. I am not new to this. I have been killing folks since I was a young teen girl. I have over a decade of experience. I am still a free woman because I know how to kill the right person at the right time. While other girls are getting pumpkin spice lattes, I am stalking them and planning their brutal murder. Want to help me hunt? October is the best month to kill.

Just A Snuff Phone Sex Slut

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I’m just a snuff phone sex slut. A pain slut and humiliation pig. I’m a servant to this Mistress that is fiercely controlling. It was her weekend for me. She always starts it off with me being picked up in her Jaguar. I don’t even get to really enjoy the ride to it’s fullest. I am immediately hogtied, ball gagged and blindfolded before being shoved in the backseat. I get to enjoy the smell of luxurious leather seats. My senses are otherwise cut off. They even shoved earplugs in my ears this time. I really only had my sense of smell to go by. Deaf dumb and blind they said as they shoved them in my ears laughing.

I was hauled out of the back like they were hauling a body bag from the car. Pulled out and tossed over the shoulders of what seemed like a giant. He was Marcia’s Accomplice, a big burly built black man. Once inside I was set down and stumbled to stand. I was wearing 8″ high heels and a little wobbly after laying in the backseat for a couple of hours. I was immediately undressed, collared and my nipples got taped. I was her pet for the weekend and the first thing I get a drink of is Misstress’s piss. Like a bitch on a leash I am lapping it up from a bowl. The whole time I was being inspected by mistresses gloved hands. She was probing and commenting on my holes and how much she anticipated ripping those fucking whore holes of mine. Laughing as she does she snapped her fingers and 5 huge black guys came in and commenced to fuck the life out of me.

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Auditioning for Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI want to be in snuff movies. I have no desire to be in mainstream movies. Most of my girlfriends have done porn or had bit roles in cheesy B horror films. Me? I have been in much darker, authentic films. The kind of films that make men very wealthy. I know this underground director. I have long tried to get an audition with him. I have fantasized about being on his casting couch. I finally got my audition. I had to bring my A game. I showed up looking sexy. When I got on the stage, I was told I had 20 minutes to convince him I was the right whore for his snuff porn.  I know I am the right whore. I sat in the chair, spread my legs and grabbed a serrated blade laying on the table next to me. I began with licking the blade until I cut my lip. I licked the blood seductively across my lips. I moved the blade down my body, pressing it firmly against my right breast. I sliced off my nipple. When I heard his assistant gasp, I knew I was in the right direction. I did not have forever to audition, so I had to speed up the process by putting the knife between my legs. Blood, my blood, was dripping down my stomach from my severed nipple. The site of the blood made my future director hard. Another good sign. I took the knife and crammed it up my cunt. I am a pain slut. I have never pierced my pussy so deeply with a long blade before, but I was auditioning for a once in a lifetime part. You know. The kind of role a woman is willing to die for. I almost did. I got the part. The die part will have to wait until we begin filming.

The Ultimate Snuff Porn Film

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I’m more than just my nice tits; I used to make snuff porn right here in this basement. I’m built with curves, but solid and strong. I can cart my pathetic meatsack victims around with no problem. The last film I did was by far the most excellent I’ve ever produced.
I gathered up a gaggle of sweet teens, young girls with bald pussies and loud mouths. At the mall, they’d mocked my black clothes and said I looked like a cunt from the craft; a sweet, but deadly compliment. I followed them out to their car, and trailed those little sluts home. After dark, I invaded the house, and gathered the five sleeping teens. One by one, I gagged and subdued those mouthy whores, binding them and tossing them in my trunk.
They were gasping for air when I let them out; my exhaust leaks into my trunk. Their relief turned to pure panic when they saw what was in store for them. Those pathetic cunts were dragged one by one into my basement, where I tied all five to gurneys. They were immobile, and begging for freedom. I made them choose the first victim. Of course, these bitches picked their token fat friend. Instead of her, I chose the most beautiful blonde, and flayed off her face.
She was screaming, the other girls pleading. It was too late. I love torture phone sex, but true life torture is even better. One by one, I took their faces, their tits. I carved my name into their thighs, and put my cigarettes out on their clits. It took me four days to finally grow bored of them. So, I bound them in the swimming pool, and chained them to the bottom. The four whores, as I was showing their chubby friend what they deserved, watched the pool fill slowly in terror. They knew, and struggled to their last breath. Fucking cunt bags.
I actually let their BBW friend go, as she thanked me for teaching those bullying bitches a lesson. I couldn’t actually release her to give away my identity, so I keep her as my little house pet. She cooks, and cleans, and best of all helps me dispose of the bodies once I’m done my sadistic fun. Best of all, I filmed the entire event. The profits I get from the Dark Web sickos is enough to keep my and my chubby bunny comfortable. Maybe I’ll make a new film soon. Any ideas?

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

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I am constantly barraged with murder phone sex fantasies. I am not a people person. I hate almost everyone. I am anti-social. I have impulse disorder. I am a narcissist. I was diagnosed with a slew of disorders before I finished high school. My parents were worried about me. I take after my maternal grandfather. He was related to Ed Gein. He is the serial killer Psycho is based on. The sadistic gene skipped a generation because my mom was Suzy Homemaker. When I was being bullied at school, my mom said turn the other cheek. My grandpa, however, had a different approach. I have been killing my enemies and any fucktard that gets in my way ever since. I am also a contract killer. I even kill losers with a death wish who are too much of a pussy to off themselves. Last week, a guy found my ad on the Dark Net. He paid me through Bit Coins. I thought we were all set when he backed out. Got too scared. He told me to keep the money. Of course, I would keep the money. It would never be an option to return the money. But when I am paid, I do what I am paid for. I do not care if you get cold feet. I am like Liam Neeson. I have a particular set of skills that I have acquired over my life and those skills make me a nightmare for people like this guy. I found him and I killed him. If you pay me to kill you, I do it quickly. I am in it for the money; your death is just bonus. But if you are even more spineless or annoying than I thought, I am throwing in torture sex for free. I destroyed his body. Cut his cock off and left it in his mouth. The press is having a field day over this unsolved murder. They think it was a mob hit. No. Just a pissed off Goth girl killing.

Worthless Whore

Snuff pornHave you ever been so obsessed with someone that you would do anything for them, even die?

I have such a strong desire for my son! I know it is wrong, these urges that I get. I know I am a worthless whore and I know that I need to free him of my whorish sins!

But I never expected it to end like this!

He found me in my secret room, my shrine to the perfect life I have created. The secret pictures I took of his young body as he grew, plastered the walls. His old cum stained underwear from when he first started masturbating lay on my pillow, pictures of his girlfriends with my face taped over theirs, all these things surround me in my room.

I turned to see him standing at the door in shock. I begged him to look away as I lay naked, my pussy dripping at the thought of him!

I grabbed his wrist and drop to my knees in front of him, begging him to end my suffering as a worthless whore obsessed with her son!

His cock was staring me right in the face and I begged him to grant me one last wish.

He agreed as I started sucking on his hard cock! He wrapped his fingers through my hair pulling me hard unto his cock as he fucked my worthless whore face, choking me with every inch!

I fell back on the floor exhausted as I handed him a knife, “Please”, I whimpered, “Please, cut my dripping cunt out of my body so that I can be done with this unending yearning!”

Even the pain from the stabbing made me want him and I knew that the only way to stop my desire for him would be to end my life!

As he dismembered my bleeding body, my tits, my twitching cunt, and finally, my head, he looked around the room and saw how much I desired him and he could not lose that love!

He heard my voice whisper in his head as he picked my lifeless mutilated body up and lay each piece in place in my bed. He covered the pieces in my prettiest nighty as he laid down next to me and fucked my lifeless body one last time!

It was only after I begged him to end my worthless whore life that I would get my sadistic desires fulfilled!