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Snuff Sex Career is Short Lived For Geneva

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   I have done many snuff sex gigs and yeah, I know how off is that? Well, I have been resurrected a couple of times as I am their favorite victim. The idea of being fucked and cut up, strangled, stabbed and beat to a pulp makes my fucking twat so god damned wet and it turns into a fucking sensitive little ball of fuckitall. I cum like mad after a real good fucking mad rush of endorphins. Fuck me, beat me, kill me, and fuck me some more, I’m your dead fuck, the wet dreams of the most sadistic and twisted. Take my fucking whore body and do with me as you like. I was bred for beating and fucking my daddy told me so as he beat me to a pulp and fucked my young cunt bloody. I came for the first time then and knew I wasn’t right.

I was a disappointment to Daddy

accomplice phone sexDaddy was very disappointed in me last night. I was supposed to bring him this little neighbor girl to fuck and I didn’t. I know what he wanted to do to her. The very same thing he did to me when I was her age. I have aged out for him, but I am still his submissive whore. I have tried for years to break free of daddy, but he reminds me daily that I am his bitch forever. He won’t let me have a boyfriend. I have only ever fucked daddy, his friends and men daddy owes money to. He tied me up and whipped me for hours for failing him. I still have welts all over my body. Daddy has a temper. I am going to have to bring that sweet little angel to him today or daddy may kill me. I will be dead, and he will still turn her into his sex slave. Daddy rarely fucks me anymore. He says I have no tight holes. He doesn’t like girls who have tits and pussy hair. I shave my cunt and try make my boobs look smaller, but daddy just wants me to bring him fresh, young meat to force fuck. I guess I shouldn’t care so much. No one cared about me. Not even my mother.

Hotel Torture Sex

torture sexTorture sex is what got him off. I picked him up in a high-class bar. I was dressed respectfully. I was not looking to be a submissive whore. Not that night at least. I thought we had a connection. He was married too, just looking for a little fun on the side. His hotel room was one of the classiest places I had ever seen. Way out of my league, but I knew it was just sex. When I came out of the bathroom, he jumped me and tied me up to his hotel bed. He just kept laughing about what a whore I was because I came back to a hotel with a stranger. I thought he just wanted to fuck. I was not prepared for snuff sex. He put a ball gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t draw attention to his room. He spent an hour doing all sorts of things to my pussy. He fisted my cunt. He fucked me with a 12-inch fat dildo. He stapled my pussy lips to my flesh, so my cunt stayed open. He pierced my clit too. I think I might have died in his room if it had not been for the front desk calling to inform him his wife was downstairs. He untied me and pushed me out the door super fast. I had to pull the staples out of my own pussy causing a bloody painful mess. I should have said something to his wife, but I was afraid he might kill me if I lingered. I ran down the stairwell to catch an elevator. I was a hot mess. I am sure folks in the swank hotel thought I was some druggy hooker whore. I know better than to try to speak out against men as sadistic as he was. It never ends well for me. I was alive and that was all that mattered.

Snuff Sex Makes My Muff Wet

snuff sexSnuff sex gets my muff wet. I like watching it, but I love making it too. I will make it with a male or female, young or old, black or white. I just love to kill and torture. I was hanging out the other night with this super hot guy.  He was a Goth like me. Things were going great until he got naked and I saw a teenie weenie. I was like the what the fuck? He told me he had an 8-inch cock. He was a far cry from that. He was standing in front of me like a dickless Marilyn Manson. He was proud of his dick. I told him it was a clit stick instead of a dick. I asked him to leave. I was not fucking a small dick. He tried to force himself on me. Boy, did he have the wrong girl for that. He was about ready to star in my next homemade snuff porn. Before I killed the loser, I cut off his balls and his dick. I Lorena Bobbitted his loser clit stick. At least John Bobbitt had a dick that could be found. I could feed this loser’s dick to my goldfish. He never saw it coming when I grabbed my knife and made a few swipes. Holy fuck he bled a lot for such a small dick. He cried like a baby too. I just made him the girl he should have been born. I was just going to castrate him until he started crying like a bitch. I wanted to make the torture fun last, but he was too fucking annoying, so I slit his throat. I do my best to not engage in a crime of passion, but he had it coming for disappointing me. I have killed for less.

Bad romance

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Mrs. Patterson hates my guts. I am a terrible influence on her baby boy. Showing him the ropes to snuff sex.The moment she saw her bright boy was dating a she devil she lost her mind. Mrs. P did everything under the sun to break her son and me up. Stupid bitch doesn’t understand the power I have on these men. I am living god. I can do what I want and please. I have been told I can make a man commit murder. 😉 If you are asking have I done so in the past? Well, Honey, I plead the fifth. My mother in law was not liking me one bit; I could see her desperation to bring cookie cutter girls around my boyfriend. I had about enough of her shit. So what her goody too shoe son is now into hardcore rap and rock and roll and is indulging in plenty of fun fuck sessions There is nothing she can do to separate us. I think I proved that point when I made her delicate angel beat her to a bloody pulp. The fun didn’t end there we brought in some friends to have there way with Mrs. Patterson. I guess you can say we have a bad romance. Being good is overrated anyways we have blasphemy sex and cause havoc. Call us Bonnie and Clyde

Blasphemy sex

Sick Fantasy Phone Sex

fantasy phone sexI love fantasy phone sex. Well, sick fantasies of course. I am not the vanilla fantasy kind of girl. I want to be the devil on your shoulder telling you to do sick and depraved things. I have this friend Alex. We go back to high school. He helped me get some extreme revenge on a group of mean girls. I was always able to get him to do my dirty work. I was a sick bitch even back then, but I l had a fear of being busted. I no longer have that fear. Alex has dirty thoughts about young girls that he is afraid to act on. I used his computer recently and there was all the evidence. I decided that I needed to be his dirty accomplice; his cheerleader to get that sweet bald pussy he yearns for. I took him to the mall. He thought we were seeing a horror film. Instead I took him around shopping for the perfect victim.  Once we found this super young, super cute little girl, I told him how tight her cunt would feel on his dick. I assured him I owed him a few favors, so I could get rid of her tiny body easily once he was done having his fun. I wanted him to force fuck her tiny bald cunt. I wanted to watch, and I wanted to make a snuff porn of the event. It took some convincing, but before long we were at my kill shack and he was making his dark desires a reality while I filmed him.  He shredded her cunt and ass. I had no clue my friend had such a punisher cock. He bloodied her fuck holes up. She passed out from the pain. I made sure she never woke up again. I mean, what are friends for, right?

Snuff sex for dumb bitches

snuff sexI swear bitches are just to easy nowadays! I straight up told this dumb bitch that I wanted her to come over for snuff sex, I told her we would be making a gory scary movie and she would be the star and she didn’t even hesitate. Even when I told her that she would die in this movie she was still down, I guess she thought it would just be fake but she was very wrong. It started out like a regular porn, she was getting fucked by two well hung men. She was sandwiched between them with a cock in each fuck hole when they started to get rough with her. They were fucking her real hard and slapping her around and she decided that she had enough. She was begging us to stop but I made them keep it up and get even rougher with her. It all ended with her being fucked to death and let me tell you, it was hot as fuck!

Spent valentines day at the glory hole

cheap phone sexI woke up with a raging appetite for cock. Valentine’s day is a great day to head to the glory hole. I go to one that is not like the average glory hole. Men who enjoy cheap phone sex and dark snuff stuff end up here. It is perfect for me, and I can’t get enough of it, My holes are always gaped and fucked. These guys are ruthless and even end up taking you away and using you for days. One time a guy I was blowing ended up grabbing me and making me his cum slut for the week. I was bruised up and filled with cum. I enjoy it so much. I even was his perfect accomplice and brought over some hot young slut for him. I can’t wait to head there now. The freaks do come out at night, but they go crazy on holidays.

Snuff sex tweaker

Snuff sexMaster insults me and degrades me non-stop for being such a filthy and tweaked out druggie whore. I can’t help myself though, it makes me enjoy the pain and humiliation so much better while having snuff sex. The more fucked up I can get, the better. Master loves to see just how much I can take and just how much I can handle. He delivers his low blows with a smile on his face each and every time. My Mommy and her big fake tits taught me at a young age how to do lines of blow off of rock hard dicks and then suck them down my throat after I do. The more sloppy and wet, the prouder my Mommy was of me. That’s why Master purchased me, he knew that I had an entire upbringing that has been dedicated to being a sexual snuff deviant!

Please kill me

Torture sex

The assailant grabbed me when I least expected it. I was bound up and unable to escape his ropes no matter how much I struggled. He tortured me psychologically and physically. He left his marks up and down my broken and beaten body, scars, bruises, and scratches. He forced himself inside of me and left a little piece of himself each time. I tried fighting back, but he was stronger than me. In the end, it was me who was begging for him to hurt me. To finish me and just let me die. He had finally broken me in every last way. My body was a broken and bloody mess, mentally I was even worse. Now he was finally satisfied with his torment, he was finished with me. Now that I begged for death, he would not give it. Instead, as one last way to prolong my suffering, he handed me a sharp knife and told me to finish it myself. I plunged it into my gut and prayed it would be over soon as the blood and viscera poured out of me.