As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.
Tag: snuff sex
Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins
Torture sex in the church
Torture sex in the local church, sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon, right? Well that’s exactly what I did yesterday, I waited until services were started and I locked all the doors so that no one would be able to escape. Then my friends and I took them all hostage and forced them to do all kinds of fucked up shit! I led all the little ones up to the altar and forced them to kneel in front of their preacher, they were terrified and crying and just seeing that had me wet as fuck! I forced the preacher to pull out his cock, he tried to protest but he was already rock hard so it was definitely a token protest at best. He looked eager to get as many of them sucking his dick as possible and trust me, his congregation could definitely tell. They stopped grumbling at us and started getting pissed at their preacher instead. They were calling for his blood after watching him fuck all those little faces! I let them take him and they tore him to pieces, they never even noticed when we slipped out!
I killed her just for fun!
I had no plans yesterday except to just kinda sit around relaxing when some dumb bitch fell in my lap and all my plans changed. She was just looking for a phone to use cus her car broke down, I was happy to let her in cus I knew as soon as I saw her that she was never going to leave my house alive. I told her the phone was in my back room and the dumb bitch followed me in there with no hesitation… until she saw the blood streaked walls and floor. Then she started freaking the fuck out but I just hit her over the head and knocked her out. When she woke up she was tied to my rack and completely naked, she was terrified and I loved it! I took my time and killed her slowly, savoring every moment of her pain… guess she should have knocked on someone else’s door huh?
The Perfect Victim
If my man doesn’t have any money to get high he sends me out to walk the streets. He makes me sale my ass for cash. Tonight he came home angry because he had an argument with a co-worker. He came home and went straight to his drug stash.
“Bitch, have you been giving my dope away?”, he yells.
He knows I haven’t gave his drugs away, he just wants a reason to beat my ass. I race upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom, but he’s faster and he pulls me back down the stairs by my hair. I tumble downstairs landing on my back, my head painfully hits the hardwood floor. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
“Get your ass up and hit the streets!”, he yells.
I get up and head for the door. Every time I walk the streets could be my last. There are a lot of men more sadistic than my man. He doesn’t care that I could be killed, him getting high is more important than my life. Why don’t I have the strength to leave? Do I like being a victim?
Lesbian Ass Rape Porn
Ass rape porn is sort of my specialty. I get fucked up and beg for folks to tear my ass up, literally. When I am sober, I never want anything up my ass, but when I am high on coke, I can’t get enough of anything in my pink stretched out asshole. I was doing lines of coke Friday night with some chicks I know. One of them is a dealer. I need to get drugs from her sometimes because she lets me exchange sex for coke. Usually, I just eat her pussy, maybe toss her salad. Not this time. She was fucked up and feeling rather sadistic. She wanted to fist my ass and my cunt. She wanted to fist me when I was sober though. She wouldn’t let me do a line first. “I want to experience fisting through your eyes, whore,” she laughed. I sat on her office desk, legs spread wide. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the pain. She rammed her fist up my ass full force. Ouch. I mean wow. No wonder I am not an anal sex whore when sober. She had an evil laugh as she fisted me until my ass was a bloody mess. Swollen and prolapsed. I would not be walking normal in the morning. Fuck, I would not be walking normal for a week. When she pulled her bloody, shitty fist out, I thought she was done experimenting. Nope. She called in her friends for some fisting fun at my expense, but not before she made me lick her fist clean. Humiliating and gross. In the end, I got my coke and the sadistic lesbians had some fun with my ass. I may not shit right for awhile, but I am a taboo phone sex whore for a reason.
Snuff Sex: You Can’t Outsmart a Sadistic Bitch
Snuff sex is the best sex. I picked this guy up at this Steam Punk bar I go to often. He wasn’t really a goth or Steam Punk guy. He just had a thing for goth bitches like me. I wasn’t going to marry him. He just looked like a good fuck. Had money too from the way he was dressed and the gold Amex card he used for his tab. He bought me drinks all night. He was an out of town business man. Married of course. He took his ring off to hit on me, but I saw the tan line still. Nothing much gets by me. Again, his marital status didn’t matter to me. I was fucking him, not marrying him. His hotel was nice. One of those ritzy sky rise places downtown. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I wasn’t a hooker. All eyes were on the Goth girl as she walked in on the arm of older, wealthy frequent flyer. All the staff knew his name. We get to his room and he pours me some Absinthe. The kind that is illegal in the US because of its potency. Something was up. My gut was going off, but I wanted to see it through. I scanned the hotel room. It was clear from little things his wife was on this trip with him. Threesome? I started acting drunk. I figured if I acted out inebriated, his true intentions might come out. They did.
He wanted me to kill his wife. In fact, if I didn’t kill her, he would kill her make it look like I did it. He paraded me through the hotel lobby like a show pony. Everyone would remember the Goth girl at the Carlton. My finger prints were on the glass. He was smart, just not smart enough. I fucked him so his DNA would be inside of me; slipped him a roofie in his drink, waited for him to pass out, then I used his phone to text his wife. Waited for her to come back to the room. She wasn’t happy to see me, but I had her cheating, contract killer hiring husband tied up spread eagle. I explained his plot to her. It’s her money he likes to spend, so I made a deal with her. I castrated her sorry excuse for a husband so he couldn’t cheat on her anymore. In fact, she helped me. She would be my alibi if he tried to go to the cops. She would divorce him and share with the police his murder for hire scheme should he try any bullshit again. I cut his balls off with so much joy. Used a rusty blade. Let him bleed enough to scare the fuck out of him, then cauterized the wound. I left her his worthless balls so she could keep them in her purse. Never mess with a sadistic bitch or a wealthy wife.
Snuff phone sex
I was in the tiniest cage ever all cramped up hanging from the ceiling. My naked body was shaking and falling through the little crevices. I waited until the man who owns me lowered me down and began to piss all over me letting my skin absorb his warm stinky piss. After his piss dried into my skin he would take me out of my cage.
I was so sore I could not even get up and move very well, but it didn’t matter since he would push my body down in a matter of seconds so he could take every hole of mine. He ripped me open for the billionth time. Stuffing himself inside of me and choking my neck. He took a knife to my body and stabbed me repetitively over and over again.
He finally blew his load and shoved me back into the cage so I could starve and wait until the next time he wanted to use me.
Snuff Sex With a Useless Whore
So your looking to take some sexual aggression out on a worthless whore are you? I’m just the prey, bait, or submissive whore that you desire. My big fake tits are always the target for a lot of torture as in my ass and cunt. I’m always falling into situations beyond my control and end up being left for dead or in the E.R. after some stranger finds me and takes their use of me first, even in my tattered fucked up form.
Let me be your fuck doll for all your twisted desires to be acted out upon. My mere existence is as a useless whore and always in need of some form of rape phone sex fantasies to be acted out on me to really make me come.
Sex Trafficking Whore
My Master knows the owner of a very high-end sex trafficking ring and they asked him to let them use me for a night for one of their VIP clients. It took Master a little while to think about it and consider whether he wanted me to be used and abused in such a prolific way, but he ended up agreeing to sell me and let his friend know that their driver could come and pick me up. I was really scared because i’ve never been sold to a sex trafficking company before, but Master assured me that everything would be okay and that I would be back to him the following evening once they were done using me. The driver took me straight to a hotel room and the VIP was there with sexy, lacy black lingerie laid out on the bed for me to change into. He was a big, burly and scary looking man and he used force with shoving me into the lingerie while he touched me all over. I was crying because he was being such a fucking asshole and I didn’t like the feeling of his hands on my body! He made me lay on the bed and tied my ankles and wrists super tightly to all four of the bed posts. He had a tool box that he opened and smiled at as he told me he was going to have some fun with my tight holes. He took the monkey wrench and clamped it on to my clit while he shoved the handle of a hammer up my tight asshole. The handle was covered in splinters and I could feel them all stabbing into my insides while he rammed it in and out of me. I was cowering and quivering in pain but he didn’t give a fuck, the more I squirmed around, the hornier it made him! I ended up passing out from the pain and when I woke up I was covered in blood and cut open. He had fallen asleep next to me on the bed and then suddenly woke up and said that it was time for me to go back to my Master. I was so happy to leave his sinister ways.
Snuff Sex Blair
Snuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.