Daddy told me all I was good for was snuff sex. Back then I never believed him. I was desperate to get out from his clutches. I ran away from home before graduating high school. All I encountered on the streets were men who made daddy look like a choir boy. Its been a decade plus some years since I ran away. The life and soul has been beat out of me. I know my calling. I was born to die a violent death. I decided to be master of my own demise. I got on the dark net to auction off my own murder. I have been planning it for months with the help of some masters who know the dark net terrain well. Do you know how many men want to make a homemade one of a kind snuff porn with me as the star? It was a live podcast for the bidding. I was telling viewers about me, about my life and the bids started coming in from all over the world. Hundreds of men want the privilege of killing a blonde bitch. Some guys commented on the numerous ways they would dispose of me. Some were more violent than others. I want violence. I want blood. I want gore. And, mostly I want pain. I should die a gruesome way. I sold my death to an Irish bloke named Ian for $1 million. There were higher bids but known quite as violent. I made my own Hostel movie. Ian is a fan of medieval torture. He showed me his dungeon full or torture devices. He even plans to skin me alive before tearing off each limb and eating my flesh I won’t know when or where, but my ultimate demise is now imminent. How would you kill me or do you prefer to watch?
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Born for Snuff Sex
Shut up and take it bitch
Torture sex was doing some work in my backyard, and I called a landscaping company to finish a project. I was enjoying the day and trying to get the annoying fucker out of my sight. I was rude and wasn’t the most hospitable person to the guys. I wanted them gone fast, and they were dragging their feet. I guess they had just about enough of my attitude and decided to teach me a lesson and they all wanted to do some damage to me. I was exposed to a ton of torture sex. There were four guys all ready to shut me up and teach me a thing or two. They stripped me and cornered me in my own house and made me their cum whore. They spread my legs so far apart I thought for sure I pulled a muscle or worst a ligament. I had all their cocks in my holes, and they weren’t taking it easy on me. They each were fucking me like there was no tomorrow. They made me ride each one of them. When they were through with me one of them told me next time offer a water bottle bitch.
Ruff me
When Randy comes over to fuck he doesn’t just come to cut. He comes over to play strip, bloody poker. He’s so fucking hot he wears all black and paints his nails black. Yum i love anything dark. Once he gets me naked he beats me shoving my face down in the pillow and then berrying his dick very deep in side of me. The hurt is what feels good. Our minds and bodies sink so well. I am sore from last time his hands pushing into my back and sides I can feel it so good from last time. Hurting , but damn the pain that’s what makes me cum so hard. If you know what I mean. I am young but I know what I want. Anything dangerous . I live for the thrill .
grad face bash
My cute cousin has always tried to one-up me. I was sick of her bullshit and wanted to get even. She couldn’t stop bragging about all the colleges she got in. We had to go to her grad party and brought over my favorite guy to fuck shit up with me. The plan was to fuck her up in front of everyone. Make her look like a joke. I was going make her look like a whore. We spiked her drinks and had her looking like a slut. She was going wild, and her parents told her she needed to calm down they asked my boyfriend and me to get her away. We brought her to a secluded wooded area. We both took turns having fun snuff sex with her. I ended up giving her a special grad gift. I bashed it and broke that nose and left her unconscious. My boyfriend pissed all over her face. We invited some friends over to use her holes too. Maybe she will shut her mouth up and not try to make me feel inferior little brat learned her lesson.
snuff baby
Being such a sadistic freak, I tricked my friends dad with my southern charm, Oh he thinks I’m so innocent. But, little does he know I have been planning something with him for quite some time. My pussy drips when I hear him talk, I go home and cut myself and when I taste my dripping blood I think of him. Paul is dark, tattoos he looks like hes a snuff freak just like me. I have flirted with him so many times but he just wont crack. I know I’m young but I know i can please him way more than his wife. I’ll suck him until hes dry, I’ll take cock in any of my holes when ever and where ever all at the same time. I don’t mind my holes to even be used. I love a little knife action and role play being murdered. Sometimes people take it to far I have ended up in the ER several times. But, it hasn’t stopped me from doing what I am addicted to witch is snuff. Eventually I will have Heather’s dad and I know he will come right back.
Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice
I should of kept my mouth shut and let him treat me like the slut I am. I got tired of being a subby slut and told him to “Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice” Oh boy do I regret that. The fury that my comment brought to him was like no other. He was beyond pist and was going to show me who was boss. He made a quick call and told me I was going to learn my fucking lesson. All his poker buddies came over to treat me like a bukkae scum bag. He wanted to have snuff sex with me first. He was choking me out and make me cry. He was pissing all over me and lettign all his friends have a turn with me. I was used like a ragdoll and I had to take it. He wanted me to know never to fucking step up to him again. I will think twice before I ever give him any kind of sass. My ass pussy and mouth hurt so much afterward for days I could barely walk straight. The pain was intense but my suffering was his pleasure.
Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies
Snuff phone sex fantasies make me wet. I am a twisted woman. The higher I get, the more fucked up and twisted my thoughts become too. I was doing meth with this dealer the other night. Normally, I am a coke head, but beggars can’t be choosers. He was a dealer, but not a coke dealer. I didn’t have money to pay, just my worn out fuck holes. None of my regular dealers will give me coke anymore, so I tried meth. I got high quicker than ever before. I got fucked up in the head quicker than before too. I started talking about snuff sex and my twisted death fantasies. I was so fucked up, that I didn’t even realize he had restrained me and put a choke collar around my neck. I was blabbering about a torture and rape fantasy and he was preparing me for it. I am unsure when I realized that we were acting out my fantasy. It could have been when he fisted my ass. Or, it might have been when he strung me up to a beam and used me as a punching bag. When the baseball bat cracked over my head and the blood trickled down over my face, I knew for sure we were no longer just talking. I should have been in pain, but I was laughing and begging for more. I guess that was the Meth talking. I woke up the next day looking like death warmed over. I was sore as fuck. I looked like hell, but guess what? My pussy was super wet. I told you I was a nasty fucking freak. I think I like meth more than coke. I didn’t think it was possible for me to go any darker, but one night of Meth proved me wrong.
My snuff movies were called Killing Francis
My snuff movies were called “Killing Francis” and I just made the latest installment. Francis is a very weak little man, barely 5′ 7″, he weighs no more than 140 pounds soaking wet and he looks like a weak little bitch. He didn’t even protest while I tied him up, all he did was cry! He didn’t beg for help, he could see all those people crowded around to watch him die and the little wimp just accepted his fate. He cried while I beat him, he cried while he bled and eventually he even begged for his life… but it was far too late for him to save himself. I just kept beating him while the crowd chanted “Kill Francis! Kill Francis!” over and over and in the end he died the way he lived, a broken wimpy little bitch of a man.
Castrating a Loser To The Extreme
This pathetic mother fucker thought he could treat all women like objects for his fucking desires and chose the wrong one for a target. Nothing like taking this loser on with some hot mutilation phone sex fun. We traced his tags back to an address and showed up there in the stealth of the night after determining his schedule. Myself and two of my biker gang brothers let ourselves in and the fun began. I visited him at his bed as though a dream come true, looking hot as fuck and had him dumb as all men tend to be over these breasts. I straddled him and quickly drew my knife and slit his fucking ball sack with a swift swipe of my blade. As he bent over in pain my brothers came in and took turns ripping his bitch ass wide open as they fantasy raped the fuck out of it and had it torn and bleeding, much like his balls.
Making A Hot Snuff Movie
Snuff movies make my cunt soaking wet, but what’s even better is if we make our own. I love torturing sissy men who think they actually matter. My favorite part is the look in their eyes right before they die. So I have this guy that wants to be in my special film, I get him going and so hard. He gets to lick my fat pussy. I have him ready to cum and then build him up and knock him down and start pushing my heel into his throat. I have my camera angled just right up against his adam’s apple. He starts gushing and I start stomping on his throat, I have my masquerade mask on and then stomp on his ribs, he is coming and gasping for breath and I piss on him. I love this one more than any other i have made.















