Snuff porn makers have the best lives. I hooked up with this snuff director over the weekend. He had seen a few of my amateur underground films. He wanted to hire me. The professional snuff film maker wanted me to help him with a special film project. I felt honored. I have always been in awe of his work. He told me his films were bogus. I was disappointed, but I expected as much. He wanted to know how I made my films look so real. I told him they were real. Why would an amateur like me with no film connections make a fake snuff flick? I hate people. I kill for sport and entertainment. That was when his proposition got real. He offered me a huge sum to kill his ex-wife and film it. She is milking his wallet dry with alimony. He had me at alimony. I get paying for your brats, but I am not dependent financially on anyone, especially not any man. It would be my pleasure to make snuff movies with her as the star. He couldn’t be there because he needed to have an alibi. I broke in her house in Malibu. I filmed her fear. I filmed me stabbing her cunt and her heart. I filmed me pissing on her dying body. I filmed me sodomizing her worthless whore ass with a broken bottle. I had to do some editing to keep me out of it, but I had a good death film in the end and more importantly, I had a dead wife with proof of death for a big payout. He told me he has a long list of people for me to take care of for him. Happy to help! I love killing useless cunts. I am sure you have someone you want to star in a snuff sex film too.
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Torture Sex and Sex Trafficking
Tortures sex and sex trafficking are in high demand on big sporting event days. Today, is the Kentucky Derby. I don’t know if you follow horse racing, but men get drunk, win money and want to pay for kinky shit. Sometimes it is a sweet young thing and sometimes it’s an old submissive whore. I was minding my own business walking to the local 7-11 for some cigarettes. It started pouring down rain. Some guy in a van offered me a lift and I took it. Bad choice on my part. He was not alone. Another man grabbed me and tossed me in the back where a dirty old mattress awaited me. They made a stop and a few men paid my kidnapers money and I went from a van to a moving truck. The inside was made into a torture chamber. It was a moving sex trafficking and torture truck. While I was tied up, men fucked me and zapped me with electric currents. They beat me while they fucked me. They beat me while they shocked me. They came in my face and in both my pussy and ass while watching pre race predictions on their cell phones. They were lining up their bets while using me for snuff sex. I knew I was not the only girl in peril today. Sex trafficking is big business. Men even want used up whores like me to play with too.
Master getaway
I love the springtime and so does master. I have been his slave since August. I have heard all about the spring retreat where I will be fucked and used by a dozen of his closest friends. My master is a successful businessman, and he throws a party for all his closest friends and colleges. This is all at a private island where women are treated as objects rather than humans. We were our bikinis and put on a front in the day time, but at night we are fuck meat. We are all to endure endless snuff sex and have our holes fucked till we are being pulled apart — anything for the men and their pleasure. We have been training for this day all year, and we won’t ruin a good time being whiny bitches. We take pain and torture.
Snuffing Mommy
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.
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.