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Rough sex with me first and then Snuff sex with her

Snuff sexI’ve got great taste in Snuff sex slaves. And my man loves my taste too. He’s a real horn dog and loves it when I offer him something fresh to defile.

We both love making victim pussy suffer!

But first he has to please me! As soon as he got his hands on me, he didn’t waste any time.

He yanked down my panties and shoved his cock into my soaking wet pussy. That hard rod pounded me mercilessly. He kept going until I came three times in a row on his dick!

I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t even speak, but when I caught my breath, I brought out a couple of my little brats he could choose from. Of course he picked the smallest one. He loves them real young, and he loves to fuck them up with his cock.

So I ripped off what little clothes the little blonde cunny had on and made her take his filthy cock, It was pure Torture sex! And no, that little bitch didn’t make it. But I wasn’t mad; he made me cum so fucking hard. He earned it!

 

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Is The Best Way to Kill The Girl

Sometimes a guy has some sadistic needs and is ultimately unable to do it without the encouragement of Accomplice Phone Sex. And this is what I really take delight in. It’s the excitement of hearing you tell me about your victim.

Then once I understand everything I am ready to guide. First I will set a scene, or just dive right in. In some of these calls I am truly controlling the whole thing. Once I had this guy obsessed with a neighborhood whore.

So, when he called me he was telling me all about her. And went into details about her body and the way she dresses. So, I directed him to focus on her weaknesses.

Accomplice Phone Sex is How I Conduct My Power Over My Flock

Ultimately, with her, the weakness was crack and taking dick. Not much better than a prostitute. And perhaps she is just that, and that makes you so fucking raging over her.

Therefore, I direct you to show up at her place after she scored some crack. Obviously, she becomes completely taken by it once she gets that first hit. And I love to direct my guys into the most brutal snuff sex ways of destroying this cunt.

Finally, here she is strung out and the crack pipe had a little something extra that I advised you to slip into it. Just a little powder that will make her foam at the mouth.

At last she is struggling for her life and this in when it’s best to engage in snuff. So put a bag over her head and hold it around her neck. Now drive that cock deep inside her as you feel her life slipping away.

Oh what a thrill. In fact my cunt is fucking wet right now. And I think I need to go grab one of my slaves and allow him to eat my pussy as I take a stun gun to his scrotum.

It’s all about mutilation phone sex and I am the conductor of the train of death.

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Snuff Sex Leaves Mommy Beaten and Broken

snuff sexMy son paid me a visit last week for a live stream snuff sex session. Down on his cash, but I needed coke, so it worked out. My son loves me. Although I am his cash cow and cock sleeve, he takes care of me. Best plastic surgeons. And primo pure pink cocaine. A little goes a long way, unless you are the female Tony Montana like me.

As my son’s bimbo, I rake in the cash for him with my vacuum lips, bimbo tits and skinny body. It’s almost like he turned me into a cartoon character. Whatever I got to do to earn that coke money, I do. When my son arrived, I forgot to take my teeth out. Oops. So, my son punched me hard. He told me he wants me to get more plastic surgery. According to him, plastic surgery keeps me fresh. He breaks some bones, busts one of my saline bags in my fake tits and I get more plastic surgery.

Normally, my son avoids breaking my nose. But not this time. This time nothing appeared off limits for his torture sex. He told me my shit pipe could be my new sniffer. Then he punched me in the face, and I felt my nose break. Blood started pouring out my nose. So, I needed to shove tampons up my nostrils to prevent the blood from getting in the bowl of cocaine. But when I freaked out not knowing how to snort coke with a broken bloody nose, he put a tube in my prolapse and told me to suck up the coke through my prolapsed shit pipe.

My Son Beats Mommy Beautiful for a Streaming Audience

And I needed the cocaine so badly to dull the pain that I used my ass as my new sniffer. My boy put a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, and I started pumping coke through the straw. I could feel the cocaine coursing through my veins. And it seemed like it entered my system quicker than through my nose. Once I felt the effects of the cocaine, my son started to slam my body into the floor, mashing my tits. However, because of my massive tits I never go flush with the floor. It’s almost like my boobs suspend me in air.

While my son pinned me to the ground, he pulled out the straw from my prolapse and tightened the zip tie on it. He wanted to prevent me from sucking it in because he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve. More punches to the face but I felt numb. I just giggled as he pumped my prolapsed asshole and punched my face. My boy destroyed my shitter and all I could do was giggle. That should tell you how big of a coke whore I am. My son turned my ass into an accordion and my body into a rag doll.

My Boy Loves to Break His Mommy Whore

As he fucked me, he decided to make me fly. He stood up, with me still attached to his cock. I mean on the cocaine diet I can’t weigh more than 70 lbs. And most of that’s in my tits. I have the body of a young boy except for the tits. My boy spun me through the air. And when he pulled me off his cock, he threw me like a shotput in the Olympics. Chimes rolled in from the tips as I flew across the room. My old leathery body and my big tits bounced off the wall and crashed on the floor. And I landed like a heap of flesh.

But my boy picked me up again and tossed me across the room some more. When I landed with another thud, he walked over and pushed his cock in my toothless mouth. He started punching my cock pillows as he skull fucked me. And he slammed my head into the floor some more as he forced me to eat his sperm.

He called me a dirty whore and a slew of other names as he shoved his entire cock and balls down my throat. And he dragged me on my back by my hair with his cock and balls in my mouth to the bowl of coke. I told you he loved me. He broke his mommy whore but wanted me to snort more cocaine to dull the pain.

Cocaine Dulls Mommy’s Broken and Battered Body

So, he put the tube back up my prolapsed asshole and poured some coke in. Then he sucked on my prolapse and blew that coke deep inside my asshole. For a few minutes, I laid there getting high dulling the pain quickly from snorting the coke with my shithole.

My son came back with a speculum which luckily, he shoved up my cunt. I thought he just wanted to show off the insides of my pink twat to his streaming audience. However, my son gaped my pussy with the medical device so my 4th hole, my urethra, could be exposed. When he shoved his dick in my tightest hole, I could feel it burn.

As he pumped in and out of my tightest hole I began to piss. He shoved my legs behind my ears like a Bavarian pretzel. Ouch. I began pissing uncontrollably on his cock. My son literally fucked the piss out of me. When he bent my legs back, he held on to my knees pushing them further behind my head.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

And we both felt my legs pop out of the socket. In that moment my legs went crooked, but he still fucked my urethra. My son finally broke my body. As he continued to pump my urethra, he started back punching my face. Then he bragged to his audience that he broke his mommy.

I felt broken. He went Mike Tyson on my body but especially my face. That seemed like new abuse. So, my son broke my nose forcing me to snort cocaine out of my prolapsed ass. He treated me like a punching bag, his ass rape porn star, and his cum dumpster.

My boy finally gave me his cock snot but by that time, my eyes swelled shut from the repeated battering of my face. He broke many bones in my body that will require plastic surgery to fix. But that’s what my boy wanted all along. Beating mommy beautiful would force me to get plastic surgery. So, when I’m fresh again, he can break me some more.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are the Greatest Way for Pleasure

Let me tell you about my favorite kind of fun. Ultimately, I help men live out their darkest rape phone sex fantasies. And there is nothing better than being the sexy accomplice who makes it all happen.
First, I scout for the perfect tight little ass. So, fresh young ass work best for what we love. Therefore, I lure them in with sweet promises and fake smiles.
Ultimately, my pussy gets so wet just thinking about what comes next.
Then, I bring them to my special filming room. And cameras are set up everywhere to capture every scream. And the men arrive hard and ready.
So, I hold the girls down while they take what they want. Essentially, it’s their tight assholes stretching around thick cocks. And the crying only makes everyone fuck harder.
Next, I film every angle of the brutal ass rape porn. Oh, close-ups of tears, cum, and ruined holes. Obviously, I direct the action like a pro, after all, I am a ruined ass myself! In fact, my own clit throbs the whole time I watch and my asshole dances.
Now, the real fun begins. And the girls are used up and broken, I bring out my blade. Now the beheading is quick but beautiful. And blood sprays warm across my tits while I cum hard.
Finally, I edit the footage for my best clients. These snuff films sell for top dollar. I love every second of my job.
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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.

Accomplice Phone Sex Sometimes Takes an Unexpected Turn

accomplice phone sexAlthough usually I help men as their accomplice phone sex partners, sometimes women need my assistance too. But when it comes to women, I’m usually helping them for free because I know them. I’ve had a few random women I met on the dark net pay me to get rid of an ex-husband or an ex-boyfriend or even a current one. However, most women I help, I know personally.

Recently, a new stripper I hired last month shared with me the private turmoil she’s experiencing. A college girl I hired off Rover to be my dog walker when I travel. Smoking hot girl next door. The kind of girl men love in a strip joint. So, I groomed her for the idea of making a lot more money. Although I hate to lose a reliable and trustworthy dog walker, I felt happy to make the club and her some serious money.

But one day she came into the club with bruises all up and down her arm and a black eye. And I thought to myself oh boy she’s in an abusive relationship. It turns out the abuser is her step daddy. And he’s done far worse things to her than just physical abuse. So, I decided step daddy needed to die.

Revenge Gets Me Off. Some Men Do Not Deserve to Breathe.

This brought back memories of my own abusive father and his friends. I saw it as a cathartic moment to exact revenge through snuff sex. I’m a much different woman now. No longer a scared little girl. I can defend myself and I can exact revenge now.

I figured it best to leave my new stripper out of the planning process. Keep her hands clean. Imagine my surprise when I drove by her home and saw one of my father’s cronies who abused me as a young girl. Her stepfather worked for my father 30 years ago.

At first, I got scared. But then I knew the last time he saw me I was neither blonde nor busty. Plus, I doubt he would recognize me 30 years later. But I never forget the faces of the men who violated me like it was nothing. He needed to die.

So, one day, while my new stripper danced on stage, I looked through her phone and found his number listed under step monster. And I sent him a text. Pretended to be her and had him meet me at this no tell motel where you can scream bloody murder and nobody gives a fuck. It’s one of those rent by the hour places. And it’s one of those seedy motels that if you give the attendant enough money, he never saw you and he never heard a thing.

The Men Who Abused Me as a Schoolgirl Made Me a Blood Thirsty Bitch

Although this guy violated me the least because he was only in his early 20s at the time he force fucked me, he still enjoyed fucking the shit out of a schoolgirl. Clearly my jailbait pussy gave him a taste for it because he’s been force fucking his stepdaughter for many years. He did not recognize me. I concocted a story about knowing his stepdaughter. This fool believed that his stepdaughter who loathes him would send him a woman to fuck. Delusional.

Right before he put his cock in my pussy, I grabbed a knife and sliced it off. Dead men don’t need their dicks, I told him. As he bled profusely all over motel bed, I tied him up. Then I told him who I was. No apology. No shame on his face. However, he seemed surprised I was alive. Apparently, my dear old dad told all his friends he killed me and buried me in the backyard to keep my mouth shut. My bastard of a father never told his friends I ran away. I guess his ego couldn’t handle the truth.

Sixteen different men violated me as a young girl. And of the 16 men, including my father, who made me a teen rape porn star, only six remain. I’ve been quietly exacting my revenge on daddy’s sick cohort for years. And I enjoyed torturing this guy. He deserved it. If he violated me and his stepdaughter as teenage girls who knows how many other teenage girls, he’s violated. I read him a long list of grievances. Gave him a chance to defend himself and the fucker spit in my face and said fuck you cunt.

Men Always Underestimate Me and That is a Huge Mistake

So, I took my knife and stabbed him in the gut. I’ve learned from my callers and the dark web that if you want a man to suffer a slow death, stab him in the stomach so he slowly bleeds out. Stabbing them in the heart equals a quick death. But stabbing them in the gut prolongs the suffering. When I felt like he might be taking too long to fucking die, I sat on his face and smothered him with the twat he violated. Squeezed my thighs against his head and came on his face from the pleasure of torturing and murdering one of my abusers.

But I killed not only for me but for my new stripper who still can’t escape his clutches. I staged the room to look like he hired a hooker to party with and she killed him. They will look for a woman nobody saw. And if they do their due diligence, they might discover what a piece of shit he was to his stepdaughter. But she’ll have an airtight alibi because she was on stage dancing when I murdered her piece of shit abusing step daddy. Good riddance. Six more men to go.

Fantasy Phone Sex Focused on Murder is The Best

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex is an outlet I crave to offer. And here is where I can share my proclivity, my obsession. And much like Lady Bathory, my desire is virginal blood to bathe in.
Therefore, as the night sets in, I stalk the moonlit streets. My pale skin glows against the velvet blackness of night. And I seek a very specific kind of purity.
Ultimately, my hunger for the blood of virginal girls burns like a fever. As if I were a vampire that has only one life force. And for me, and for my ageless beauty, this is it.
First, I identify my prey. She is young and radiates an innocent light. Thus, her purity is a beacon to my dark desires.
Consequently, my sadistic phone sex instincts awaken. So, I move toward her with a predatory smile. And my hunger builds.

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex is Enticing in the Darkest Ways

Next, I lure her to take my hand. My powerful stare transfixes her into obeying.  Thus, my hypnotic aura strips away her will. So, she walks into my trap without a fight.
Suddenly, I bind her wrists in shackles once we enter my studio of sadism. Oh, how I enjoy the terror in her wide eyes. And the saltiness of the tears streaming down her sweet cheeks.
Then, I bring out my silver blade. And the edge is razor-sharp and thirsty, as am I. Therefore, I slice deep into her soft thigh with a slow, deliberate motion.
Now, crimson blood wells up and spills over. Eagerly, I gather the warm fluid in a golden basin. Meanwhile, I continue to make more slices into her arteries and masturbate as the blood flows.
Finally, I bathe in her fresh, virginal blood. Now, the necromantic energy surges through my pores. And I feel my youth renew, as my power multiplies.
Enticed and eager, I watch her fade into a pale corpse. Alas, my thirst is quenched for now and snuff sex has been had.
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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.