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Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

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

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.

Blasphemy Sex: It’s Beautiful Evil Reduced to Filth

Blasphemy sex is exciting filthy pleasure. It’s that innate need to just fucking damn the Church and become a whore fucking all religious artifacts.

First it’s the god damned crucifix dildo to sodomize my ass since Sodomy is a sin. Then to masturbate my cunt while pouring vials of Holy water over my naked sinful body. For the body of Christ should then enter me. And those Blessed wafers representing his flesh I must devour. Like a filthy cannibalistic whore I will scream and eat his flesh!

For the blood of Christ is wine I shall become drunken into a stupor. Then I will invite the congregation in and allow the men to sodomize my whore ass.

And the little girls and boys of the congregation will line up for Jesus and get their mother fucking god damned asses penetrated like an orgy during Pizza gate lets fuck in the Church and sin under the eyes of the Lord and perverted christened GOD.

Blasphemy sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.

Torture sex fueled by virgin blood makes a explosion

Torture sex is a salacious stench of sweat, blood, and forbidden pleasure. My eyes gleam with sadistic glee as I present to you an assortment of ravishing, helpless playthings – your very own slaves.Torture sex
Each petite, innocent creature has been meticulously handpicked for their untouched purity, their first blooming flowers of womanhood making them the ultimate delicacy for connoisseurs of carnal cruelty like yourself. Watch as I defile their pristine bodies, my cruel hands ripping away their modesty to expose the plump, virgin flesh beneath.
The agony and ecstasy etched upon their tender faces is enough to make me cum. But when you thrust your cock inside their helpless little cunts, it ignites a fire within my broken soul. Their mewling cries of pain and pleasure are but a symphony to my twisted ears.
As I tear into their quivering flesh, the very essence of their youth and innocence drips from their wounds, a potent elixir that courses through my veins and sets my core ablaze. We aren’t just making Snuff porn for your collection, we are making art. A depraved masterpiece that will leave all who dare to consume it forever changed.

Taking Out Your Snuff Phone Sex Fantasy On Rena

There is something about a hot snuff phone sex fantasy where it makes your cock rock hard to use my little body to  get that cock of yours dripping out and oozing cum.  A home invasion of sorts where I am just home by myself, in my little boy shorts panties that ride up my ass and small crop tap.

Dancing around in my house where you can see from your car perfectly the light shining on my bouncing ass and titties and you just can’t help yourself.  You go check every door in my house.  Finally finiding one unlocked that you sneak through to get a better peak.  Stroking your cock through your shorts the entire time. You encounter me with headphones on just feet away, my back is turned and my bouncing ass is feet in front of you.

As I start backing up just dancing away in my own little world, I feel something hard press against my panties.  I had backed into something… it just so happens to be your cock.  Before I can even turn around you put me in a chokehold  whispering in my ear to stay quiet and you won’t hurt me.

You force me into my bedroom and take off your clothes just leaviing me on my bed shaking.  You demand I get aked and get on the floor on my knees to suck your cock.  You force me by my hair down on your cock until you are roughly fucking the shit out of my face as snot and tears flow making me a complete mess.

You pick me up by my hair and throw me onto the bed.  Shoving my panties in my mouth until I am gasping for air.  You shove that hard cock deep inside me. I feel your dick throbbing about to explode when you put your hands around my neck as you are about to cum.  Everything goes dark…snuff phone sex

Mutilation phone sex gets messy but feels so right

My Mutilation phone sex existence is a perpetual descent into the abyss of suffering and butchering. The smell of blood and fear has become an exquisite nectar. Anguish is my perfume, an intoxicating elixir that fuels my dark desires.Mutilation phone sexIn this realm of snuff, where life hangs by a thread, I have to make sure to be a really good girl. I don’t want to be the one on the chopping block. I always make myself useful for Master Daddy. I have all his favorite tools ready to go when he finds a new slut to play with.
He gets so hard when he starts slicing skin off his new toy. He likes to start with her tummy. He makes a long cut just above the belly button. Then he grabs the skin and peels it upwards so she can watch her skin getting ripped off.
Master Daddy taught me that Torture sex is an art form. Every whimper, every scream, every gurgling gasp is a brushstroke upon a canvas of suffering. I know he is God, soaked in blood with a massive hard-on that needs sucking.
As he creates new holes in that little slut I suck him. I know when he is ready to fuck when I feel his cock twitch. I pull it out of my throat and stick it in the new bloody fuck hole. He loves to cut off a bitch’s nipples and use her tits as a pussy.

Necrophilia Phone Sex with a Living Dead Girl

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex turns a lot of men on. Men like me to play dead. However, there are men out there who want me dead before they fuck me. And I try to avoid men like that. But I’m not always successful. I owe this one drug dealer, Jimmy, a lot of money. It’s from many years ago, but I guess he never forgot the debt.

To a man like him, what I owe is minuscule. But to me, it seems like a lot. It’s hard sometimes for a druggie whore to scrape up a few grand. But Jimmy threatened my family, so I got desperate to find the money somehow. And the seedy under world of snuff porn is a quick way to make some serious cash. But it’s also a way to become seriously dead too.

So, I started pounding the pavement. I’m a little bit long in the tooth as they say. But that does not mean I can’t find somebody to work with me. It just means I must go deeper underground to find somebody willing to work with a used up old whore like me. And I found Dave. He would pay me what I owe Jimmy, plus 500 extra to go towards my next coke purchase. But I had to play dead. At least I hoped I was just playing dead.

Dave serves as a go-between. A go between talent and private collectors. Guys who like the one and done sort of movies, but I know how to play that well. As it turned out this little film that got me out of financial trouble almost cost me my life. I showed up per my instructions.

If You Want to Fuck a Dead Girl, I Can Play Dead Better Than a Corpse

And I glammed myself up. Apparently, the collector of the snuff flick I was about the star in likes a lot of makeup. And 80s style hair to take him back to the days when girls rejected him. I think this man is a former incel. The kind of man who cannot get pussy. At least he could not get pussy in the 80s when he was a teenager. Even though he has a lot of money now thanks to some smart investments, he still hates women.

The movie got rough. Of course, I can handle the rough fucking, but this guy did a lot of rough choking and slapping and strangling. I honestly thought I would die. But then I remembered the director saying just play dead. The guy is old. As soon as he takes your life, he’ll stop.

So, I tried to make my body lifeless with his hands around my throat. And it worked. I managed to get my entire body limp and unresponsive to his touch. But I’m not sure how I managed that. I really thought I was on that last of my nine lives there. However, the guy gave up once he thought I was dead. He paid Dave the money for the film. And once he was gone, I stood up, gasped for air, took my money and ran out of there.

I guess at least the guy did not enjoy sex with dead bodies or he might’ve realized I was just playing dead. My cunt would twitch and betray me if he fucked my “corpse.” However, my body acted just as he wanted. Just how he expected. He will always think he choked this 80s glam babe to her death, but once again, I came out on top.

Murder Fantasy, Torture, and Blasphemy

Blasphemy Sex

 

My little sister was always a part of my secret murder fantasies. I wanted to take her to my boyfriend’s cabin in the woods and strap her small young teen body down to his kitchen table. I’d whisper to her and tell her how we were going to sacrifice her body to the devil after I shoved a large wooden cross in her tight virgin pussy. I would lick up her tears and pinch her nipples until they bleed. She would try to move and beg us to stop. We would laugh at her as she begged us to have mercy on her.

Torture Sex

My boyfriend would ram his thick cock into her pussy tearing it open. Blood would trickle down her thighs and she would cry asking us why. I would start cutting her stomach open and play with her dark red blood. I would lick her blood off my favorite knife and thrust it in her chest killing her. Her eyes would open wide in surprise before the light left her eyes. My boyfriend would keep fucking her corpse because you should never let a cunt go to waste. He’d fill that dead pussy full of cum and then we’d burn her body. She doesn’t know how twisted my murder and rape fantasies are. Maybe one day they’ll be more than just a fantasy.

Domination Phone Sex Babes Sometimes Get to be the Accomplice

domination phone sexDomination phone sex requires a submissive whore like me. Even in my early 40s, I still obey. But I’m not a full-time sub for anyone. Just when I need coke. Out of desperation, I will be what any guy needs me to be. And this one snuff filmmaker needed a red headed mommy for a movie. A private collector’s movie. And those are the most dangerous. Usually what we call one and done films because the star is never seen or heard from again. But I was not going to be the main star. I got to serve in a different capacity this time as the accomplice.

The premise of this movie was that as the mother, I caught my boyfriend diddling my daughter. But instead of being angry at him, I turned my anger to my cock teasing young daughter. In a desperate attempt to keep my man, I offered him a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a teen rape porn with her as the star.

Even telling him I didn’t care if she survived the deal or not if he enjoyed himself. I guess if I had to get into the head of my character, she was getting rid of her competition by snuffing her daughter. Proving her worth to the man she desperately wanted to keep. I didn’t care one way or the other if I got my Coke.

Most Days, I Do Anything for Coke

I just prayed that I made a smart choice working with this director. And doing a private snuff film. But he promised that I would survive, but the girl would not. Fuck that little girl. I needed my coke. So, the director allowed me to have a little sample of the coke to get me in the right frame of mind to be the desperate housewife. Is it wrong to admit that I sort of like playing this character. For one, it was going to get me a lot of coke. Enough coke to last me a few months.

Plus, no one beat me up, tore me up or otherwise fucked me. All the violent love seemed directed at the starlet. It was a young teen girl. Sure, I felt a little bad once I saw how nervous and frightened, she was. But I kept my eyes on the prize. That big bag of cocaine. Not as good as my son’s pink cocaine, but I blew through that shit quickly.

The guy who served as my costar did all the heavy lifting. Of course, I was the devil on his shoulder, telling him to pork her. He destroyed her holes. And eventually fucked her dead body too. He choked her to death. Technically she could’ve been my daughter. The right age and the right look. Although I’m sorry she died a snuff sex death, I am not sorry, but I got the second best coke in town and a lot of it too.

Snuff Movies I Enjoy Filming and Watching Too

snuff moviesI like to watch snuff movies. However, I prefer to make them. I have an eye for talent. Now, I can make a movie by myself. But I will admit, I much prefer to make a snuff flick with an accomplice. I can take care of the killing and disposing of the body. However, if we’re going to be killing some stupid cunt, at least you could fuck her first.

I found Frank on the dark net. And he had a little problem that he needed my assistance with. However, he could not afford my fee. I’m not Kmart. I do not offer specials. But when I saw the victim, I made a deal. A deal that I can promise I will ever make to anyone ever again. But I told him let me film the snuff porn and stream it. What we would do is put an executioner’s mask on him to hide his tattoos or distinguishing marks. This would assure that nobody ever knew who was doing the fucking and torturing.

You Need Me to Help You Kill

He agreed to my terms. The girl he wanted to kill is the same coed who comes into my Goth bar and hustles guys into buying her drinks. Turns out she’s not a coed after all. It’s just part of her persona. She’s a con artist and an escort. Now that alone does not make her an ideal candidate for me to snuff, but apparently, she’s pregnant. And she’s telling five different people that they are the baby daddy to milk them of money. I guess the whore doesn’t want to work for a living. But don’t look to me to have sympathy just because she’s pregnant. She’s still a whore.

So, I wanted to help him. Don’t tell him, but I would’ve done this job for free. But I can’t have men thinking that I’ll help them just out of the kindness of my heart. This time I knew the victim. Well, sort of knew the victim. I lured her way, and she walked right into my trap. Frank laid in wait. And when this dumb bitch saw him, she knew she was in trouble. But she had no idea what I had in the store for her. I did the world of favor by getting rid of another conniving cunt. The world has enough of them.

Nobody will Ever Miss a Conniving Cunt 

She tried to run for the door, but I picked up a baseball bat and whacked her across the head. It gave her a nasty head wound and a likely concussion. That was nothing to what Frank did. He clearly had some anger to unleash. So, I told him to fuck the shit out of her. Explore his rape phone sex fantasies with her ass, mouth, and pussy. I streamed it all as he rammed his big dick up her cunt. Dumb bitch screamed and cried for her mommy. No one would save her.

He fucked the living shit out of her. Destroyed her cunt and her ass. I mean, if you know a girl is not going to survive the night, that’s like carte blanche to do whatever the fuck you want to her and neither of us care that she had a tiny little bun in the oven. Hell, it might’ve been a lie too. You can’t trust a conniving scheming bitch like her. But I plunged that knife deep into her belly, gutted her like a pig and tossed her body and her entrails in the backyard to feed the wild animals. And once again, another snuff flick in the books. And another dead cunt that no one will miss.