He said I looked like a snuff porn whore. That should have been my clue. My red flag. I’m attracted to dangerous men. I felt powerless when our eyes locked at the club. I knew I was in for trouble, maybe even deadly trouble. I went into a private room with him. I don’t know why. I was afraid of him, but wildly attracted to him at the same time. He ordered me to strip for him. I did as I was ordered. I always do as I am told, even when it is detrimental to me. After I gave him a sexy dance, he put his cigarette out on my face. “You are too pretty for a whore,” he seethed. The pain was intoxicating. He punched me in the stomach so hard, I fell to the floor. I cowered in the corner like a scared animal. I was scared. He took off his belt. He beat me for what seemed like an eternity. “Why,” I asked? “Because I can, whore,” was his only reply. I was bloody, swollen and bruised. That was just the tip of the iceberg. He ushered in all the male patrons in the bar. “Free whore pussy,” he yelled before instructing the men to do whatever they wanted to me. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I have been force fucked all my life. I have grown to like it. I have grown to expect it too.
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Ass Rape Porn Bar Gangbang
Ass rape porn is my favorite. I have always been an anal Annie. As a grown woman, I find more guys obsessed with anal torture than just a good hardcore ass fucking. I love it in the ass, but sometimes it is way more than I can handle. I went to my local corner bar for some fun Friday night. It is a total dive bar. A bar respectable women avoid, but everyone who knows me knows I am a far cry from respectable. If you are a chick in this bar, you want fucked or you want drugs. In my case, it is always both. The guys there just refer to me as the ginger whore. The moment I walk in, they buy me drinks because every regular patron there knows I cannot hold my alcohol for shit. After a few rounds of tequila, I am a gangbang rape porn star. My memory is a little sketchy about the other night, but my prolapsed ass tells me I had a good time. What I do remember is being bent over the bar while men sodomized me with beer bottles, pool sticks, cocks and fists. Pretty sure I passed out at some point, but that didn’t stop their fun. Why should it? A submissive whore doesn’t need to give consent, she is up for grabs. I woke up in the alley behind the bar. I was appropriately dumped by the garbage bin. Trash and broken glass all around me. It was raining. I was cold and wet. Oh, and naked. My clothes likely left in the bar. I guess they couldn’t wake me come closing time, so the bartender discarded me like trash. I could feel my asshole had popped out. That is the calling card of an anal sex whore. I live nearby, so I crawled home naked and cold. Took a hot bath and tried to piece together the night.
I killed her with my bare hands
She was young and weak, I didn’t even have the little bitch tied up because she was such easy prey for me. She struggled against me but that didn’t matter, my hands stayed strong around her neck, there was no fucking way that she was going to break my grip. I could see her her face turning red and her eyes rolled back in her head, she was struggling to breathe but there was no air getting to her lungs. It was turning me on to see her suffer like that, my pussy was dripping, I wanted to cum so bad but she had to die before I could! I squeezed harder and harder and watched her face turn blue and with a final spasm she finally died. God I came so fucking hard when I saw the life leave her eyes! It was so intense to be that hands on!
Snuff sex for the little bitch
Snuff sex is what this little bitch is going to get, she isn’t aware of that little fact yet though. She thinks that she is here to film some hardcore bdsm so she didn’t resist at all when we were binding her up in all these ropes, she was even laughing and giggling like she was having the best time ever! Her attitude didn’t really start to change until we started to beat her, she told us her list of no’s before we started, no whipping, no making her bleed, no permanent marks on her skin, etc, etc… well we of course, ignored all of that. The first thing I pulled out was the whip and I lashed that fucking whore until the blood was running down her back in streams! She was screaming and begging for us to stop… that’s when I told her that we weren’t going to be stopping because this was a snuff film that was going to end in her death. Oh boy, she did NOT like that information at all! Whatever, it’s not like she really had a choice at that point, we just used her how we wanted until we used her up!
Snuff porn
I became a mans victim and have been trapped with him for a week now. He tells me that he loves making Molotov cocktails. I never knew what that was. He told me he has been eyeing the girl across the street. If I get her to come over here, then he will show me what it is and not do it to me. I of course take him up on that. He is very violent. I do not want to upset him.
I convince the girl to come over here. She gets here and the guy tapes her mouth up and the rest of her body. He drives to a gas station and spreads her ass and pussy. He starts pouring all the gas into her. He then plugs her up once he thinks she is full. She looks like she is going to explode, literally. We drive out to the middle of no where.
He lights her hair on fire and within minutes. BOOM. Her blood, guts, bones, and organs are everywhere. I can not believe he did that.
total slut for snuff sex
I wake up still tied to the bed. I’m nausous and My head is very fuzzy. Did I see those fangs for real or was it just the blood loss causing me to hallucinate. It can’t be true. I wouldn’t be alive. The mistress comes into the room. She unties my wrist. They are bruised and sore. I rub them as I asked what happened. She just shrugs her shoulders throws me a dress and leaves. I untie my legs and go to the bathroom. I shower and shave. I slip on the dress. It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen a red silk dress in real life. It fits as if it was made for me. I lay my damp hair around my face and apply my makeup. My hair drys straight and I look gorgeous! I sit in the velvet chair next to the bed. My new master walks in. He smiles softly at me. I can’t get a read on this man. He tells me I look so delicious. No, that’s not weird at all. Maybe the fangs are real. He tells me he won’t tie me up if I’m a good girl. I agree to be good. He brings in dinner and feeds me. It’s amazing food and I was starving. He tells me to lay on the bed. I lay down as he positions himself between my legs… my heart is pumping profusely. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. He cuts my leg. Ouch! I can feel the blood running out. He starts to lick on it. The pain is throbbing up my leg. Then it stops. I look down. The cut is gone. What the fuck is going on. He licks the blood off his face. Then he spreads open my pussy lips…….(to be continued)
Bondage Phone Sex Whore
Do you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed. It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat. Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.
Snuff Porn Selfie Whores
Snuff porn is better than a sappy ass chick flick any day. Don’t you agree? I decided I would make my own little snuff chick flick. I know some guys who pay good money for jailbait whores. I decided to help some friends out while making a movie that would make me feel good and bring me some extra holiday money. Teen girls are self absorbed. I told a few teen twats at the mall that I was a casting scout for a movie being filmed locally. They believed my bullshit. Had them meet me at this old house I inherited years ago. It’s a snuff sex paradise there. Middle of nowhere. No one can hear the screams. Lots of places to dump bodies. The girls thought they were in a horror movie so they never even questioned the locale. Stupid whores. I gave them drinks which drugged them up. My male friends force fucked the whores for hours. Fucked their asses, mouths and cunts. Tore their fuck holes up too. These are the girls of the duck lips generation. They cock tease all the boys, so only fair they got fucked good and hard. Perfect teen bodies. Tight, lean with pink pussies. They were red pussies by time my friends finished ravishing them. After the teen whores were covered in cum, it was my turn. I scarred up their faces with a razor blade first. Sliced up their faces they take a million pictures of weekly. I mutilated their sex organs. It was very bloody. I imagine quiet painful for them too by the tears in their eyes. They were alive after a few hours of torture, but barely. Bloody messes. My male friends shot another load a piece on their bodies before I got out my chainsaw and dismembered them. I like to spread body parts all over the state to confuse the cops. No one looks hard for a self entitled selfie teen anyway. Not even her parents.
Blood, tears and blasphemy sex
Blood, tears and blasphemy sex, what more could you possibly need? Well down here in my special church you will see a whole lot of all of those things and more! You see, I don’t believe in your worthless god, why worship some asshole that limits every fucking thing you do? You should worship ME instead, I will be the Goddess of blood and you will kill to please me. Come to my bone church and see the sacrifice I have waiting for you, she is young and firm and we will have so much fun tearing her to pieces before we fuck on her lifeless body. Smear her innocent blood on my naked body while you pray to me, worship me the way you used to worship your old worthless god, dedicate your life to me… at least I am honest about my cruelty!
Snuffed out at the morgue
Sometimes I get a wild hair and I have the need to add another victim to my friends at the morgue. Today was that day. I saw her walking down the street in a pair of stilettos, her head held high as if she was better than everyone. I decided that she would be my victim. I followed her to her car, and when she went to get in, I came up from behind and wrapped a chain around her neck. After securing her hands and feet, I put her into the backseat of her own car and drove her to the morgue. I took her to the back room, the dungeon where I keep all of my toys. Securing her to a table, I began to cut into her body with my knife, Cassie, just to watch her bleed. Seeing her beg for mercy just made my pussy that much wetter. As I snuffed her out, I got myself off with one of the men that was just brought in earlier that day.