My Daddy always said that he hated naughty little sluts. Last Saturday, I came home from shopping with my friends at the mall to find daddy waiting for me as soon as I walked in. I was so shocked that he returned home from his business trip early, but he told me that he had to cut it short because he received a call from mall security. They told Daddy that I stole thongs and bras from the lingerie store with my friends. He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the wall making my head bleed. Daddy asked why I am behaving so badly and why I am dressing like a whore like my friends. He pushed his fingers inside my stolen panties and rubbed my cunnie until it dripped wet. He asked if I deserved to be punished and I begged him not to. He said instead he would punish my mother for letting me dress like such a slut. He dragged mommy into the living room by her hair and made me sit on her face with my bare cunnie while he defiled her with his cock. Daddy made me watch while he had his rape fantasy with mommy. Mommy screamed and screamed into my wet cunnie but Daddy wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed tightly until she couldn’t breathe. Daddy suffocated her while I rubbed my wet hard clitty all over her face until I squirted all over her blue face. Daddy told me that my punishment was to snuff my mommy with him and I did as I was told. Now if I want to continue to live, I had to bring Daddy all my little whorish friends to snuff one by one. It would serve as a lesson to me for being a slut like them, he said.
Tag: snuff sex
How do you want it
Who do you want and how do you want it tonight? There is no way I will say no to any of your wishes. I will be saying yes. Torture sex with you is the best. I like to bring over the whore you crave together we will fuck her up and make her pay. My favorite is when we took hostage your brothers girlfriend. Sierra is such a cunt. Glad we snuffed that whore up. Ever since we have been together, she has been trying to talk down to us with her bitchy ways. I had no issue fucking the slut with knives. Making her cry and denying her any pain relief. Sorry slut enjoys this painful slow death. We have done it all together.
Torture Sex on Tinder
Torture sex is something I am no stranger to as a pain slut. I was a cutter as a young girl. I loved being in control of my pain. Now, I am rarely in control of my pain. I run with a bad crowd. I love bad boys and I have daddy issues, which means I lack good judgement when it comes to men. I met Charles online. It was Tinder, and I was looking for sex. I wasn’t looking for violent sex, however. I don’t always want to be abused, but because of my issues, I don’t judge character well. The signs were there in hindsight that Charles was a sadistic man not looking for casual sex. He didn’t want to fuck, well he didn’t want to fuck gently. He wanted to torture me; he wanted snuff sex. He told me he is in trouble with the law. He fucked some street hooker who lied about her age and she blackmailed him. He assumed the law was on his side because she was a street whore, but he was wrong. He didn’t pay her, and she called the cops. Funny, she was a buxom blonde too, just much younger than me. I should have realized that when he told me the story, that I was going to be the surrogate for his rage. He sodomized me with such force and anger, my asshole prolapsed. He choked me as he fucked me too. I still have purple ligature marks around my neck. I signed up for casual sex, but he wanted to fuck me to death. He damn near came close too. My ass is prolapsed, my neck is purple, and I can barely walk today. Just another day in the life of this fucked up taboo phone sex whore with daddy issues.
I fucking hate lazy people!
I fucking hate lazy ass dirty people so when I had a houseful of assholes like that I had to do something or lose my damn mind! My whole house was a wreck, laundry everywhere, dishes all over the kitchen crap all over the bathroom, it was killing me because I like things to be clean. I had had enough when I woke up this morning to find that all the messes I had already cleaned up were all fucking dirty again, it was too much! So I went totally nuts, I screamed everyone awake and when they came downstairs acting like they couldn’t figure out why I was so upset I just started fucking people up. If there was gonna be a mess in here it was gonna be blood that I fucking put there! I had a huge knife in my hand and I just started stabbing motherfuckers one by one. They all tried to get away from me but none succeeded! I killed every single one of those lazy ass freeloaders! Now I have a bigger mess to clean up but I really don’t care because it was me that made this mess!
I drowned her
Snuff sex is the best. I like spring because all the sluts come to play. My boyfriend and I love watching new tenants come on in and use the pool. We wait and watch like hawks for who will be our target. A cute blonde? Maybe a sultry redhead? Possibly a brunette bombshell? The possibilities are endless.
It didn’t take too long to find the right match. We hit the jackpot with a cute spinner next door. At 4’10 she was barely even considered an adult in my eyes. I knew she was barely legal and still looked like she was a freshly-faced youngin. I made small talk and realized she was a smart cookie. Her name was Holly. Holly went on and on about how she graduated early and is in campus already a junior, and she had turned eighteen a week ago.
I could tell she was self-centered and an annoying bookworm. All pure and sweet but she had a few dark secrets. I could say she was fucking her sister’s husband — the things you find out in minutes. Social media is very telling, and I could tell she was staring hard at my boyfriend. The sun was going to go down, and I could see she was antsy to get in and meet up her brother in law. I was going to give her torture sex she wouldn’t remember. I grabbed her pushed her thin young body to the pool. The lights were already out, and I was in attack mode. I drowned her, and with the help of my partner in crime, we mutilated her body and threw it in the back lake. Sorry sluts always have to die even the ones that act holier than thou.
Forced fucked after labor
During our evil fantasy phone sex, you didn’t even care that I had just popped a rotten little brat out of my slutty cunt. You took me straight home from the hospital and had your way with me with no regard to how I was feeling. In fact, the nurses suggested that I stay in their care for a couple of days but that didn’t even phase you! You yanked those IVs out of my arm and threw me over your shoulder in my hospital gown & dragged me out at your own recognizance. The fact that my pussy just went through an intense physical experience and is basically handicapped at this point is not even something in your head that you think is a good enough excuse to not force fuck me. It hurts so bad but you don’t care one bit. I’m screaming and moaning & your cock only becomes more horny for my skanky mommy pussy. It’s freshly birthed and now freshly force fucked! Fill me up with cum and give me an infection, it’s like pouring salt into an open wound!
how bad do you want it
I interviewed for my dream job. I have been dying to get this postion. When I got the callback, I knew I nailed it and had it in the bag. I thought my potential boss loved me and was respectable and professional. Going in for this second interview was something I wanted more than ever. I was so close to victory and potentially got this job I have hoped for, for what felt like the longest. I walked in gleefully and cheery. I could tell he was not in the mood. I guess he was parting a little too much because his blinds were closed and it was dark. I could feel the environment and vibe shift even more sinister when he started asking me sexual questions. I tried to shrug it off, but he came on even stronger. Panick surged inside me, and all I could smell was the liquor on his breath. I was wondering why he was so close to me, and I knew he wanted a piece of me. He asked me how bad I want the job and proceeded to have snuff sex with me till I was knocked out cold.
No Slut Slave Can Compare
I guess no fucking slave whore can compare to me. I overheard my temporary master and my master on the phone. My master was talking pretty loud saying he feels sorry for my temp master.
The slave whore he has, can’t come close to putting up with half of the things I can. I was surprised to hear this, my temp master was very forceful and strong. My master does do some pretty fucking crazy things. He probably had the poor slut chained up, with spikes digging into her neck, ramming cocks down her throat all night. Every time one of those hard rock cocks dug deeper, the spikes pierced right through her poor aching neck. I bet there was blood everywhere. I am sure master wiped all that blood up, using his cock as the sponge. He loves to use blood as his personal lube. I am sure that was too much for her. Hmmm just thinking about that, made my slutty slave pussy melt with pleasure. I guess I do miss my master after all. Good thing I am packing up tonight. I will be leaving in the morning, I am sure master is going to have some wild and crazy shit planned for me. I know deep down he misses this fucking nigger whore. Maybe now he will see, it doesn’t get any better than me.
Torture Sex with The Punisher
Torture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.
Pyscho-ex-girlfriend
I knew snuff sex was the way to his heart but to keep him from wandering I had to amp it up. When my master’s ex-girlfriend started resurfacing, I knew it meant trouble for me. Not only was she a freak she was a pyscho willing to do it all. For a while now I have been asked to stab my holes for his pleasure. I have been adamant about not doing so. However, things do change. As soon as I saw I was quickly replaceable, I decided to do what his heart desired and ruin myself to the limit. I knew seeing me bloody would make him commit to me even more. Blood and tears get his cock off instantly. I did what I had to do to keep the pyscho ex away.













