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Teen Rape Porn Under the Influence Might End Up a Snuff Flick

teen rape pornHe wanted to make a teen rape porn. The only problem, he did not know how to find himself a teenage girl. This is not a guy I met on the darknet or through my former master. I met Tim last year in a Barnes and Noble coffee house. I accidentally bumped into him, and he recognized me from the strip club. Nothing sexual with him. We just became friends.

But last week we shared our dark fantasies. He came back to my place after the club closed. Not to fuck. Just to enjoy a cocktail, watch a scary movie and talk about our wicked desires. Tim possesses a dark streak. However, I know he’ll never take his dark needs out on me. He put me in the friend zone. Perhaps you could say I put him there first. I never wanted to fuck Tim. Despite his dark desires he just seemed too vanilla for me. Too boring for this taboo phone sex slut.

But he brought this drink back from Europe when he traveled. It’s called absinthe. And apparently that shit is illegal in the US because of its high alcohol content. I’ve never been one to blame it on the alcohol, but I think that night my impulsive actions were the direct result of drinking the strong shit. Once Tim nodded off on my couch, I got in my car and drove around looking for any young girl to make his fantasy come true.

Sometimes, Booze Gives Us an Impulsive Streak

Now Tim didn’t specify if he wanted a young teen girl or a coed teen girl. And since I wanted to be his accomplice for free, I just grabbed him a drunk coed. She just turned 18. She mistook me for her Uber driver. I guess Uber lets you select female drivers. So, I went with it. She seemed drunker than me. Maybe she wouldn’t realize we weren’t at her home. I took her inside, woke up Tim and told him Christmas came early.

Perhaps he thought he was still dreaming. But he didn’t miss a beat. He pushed that girl down on my couch, ripped off her clothes and shoved his cock in her ass raw. We were all drunk. And I didn’t plan this out. Either we would need to pay this girl a lot of money to keep her mouth shut or I’d need to snuff her. I let him enjoy her tight butt hole well I thought of a plan to get us out of this mess. The alcohol made me act boldly and without thinking, so I left a trail.

I mean I brought this girl into my own fucking home. How stupid is that. I started to sober up quickly and plot her demise while Tim enjoyed her tight holes. He appeared drunker than me, so I acted like the devil on his shoulder and told him to strangle her. Erotic asphyxiation. And I even told him a little white lie that it would make her cum so much harder.

Dead Girls Tell No Tales

Yeah, I manipulated my friend to take care of the problem I created. But hear me out. Win win situation. He finally got to fuck a teenage ass. Strangulation phone sex fantasies go similar. Choke a bitch out while you fuck her. Watch the life drain from her body as you dump your seed into her unwilling cunt or ass.

I made Tim think that she wanted to be strangled. Knowing that the alcohol would make him squeeze her throat just a little tighter. And then I acted appalled when he killed the girl on my couch. And I made him get rid of the body and bury it somewhere she’ll never be found.

No more of that foreign booze for me. Clearly, I can’t handle it. And neither can Tim. But Tim got to fuck a teenage girl like he wanted. And he killed my impulsive kidnap victim. Perhaps somebody saw a blonde woman in a Toyota Camry pick that girl up but with as dark and rainy as it was nobody will be able to identify me. Tons of blondes in this town. And lots of Toyota Camrys too. I’m not too worried about anybody linking me to another dead drunk coed.

2 Girl Phone Sex From Sexy Sluts To Sex Slaves (Part 1)

2 girl phone sexI had been craving some 2 girl phone sex and cum filled cunts were on my mind.  I started dating this older rich guy this summer and staying with him. He was fucking me great but when he had busier weeks at work I needed to cum on a whore or be a whore for someone to cum. It’s who I am. So  I invited my hot whore friend over because we were scissor sisters of many years. Or younger days it became a party trick of sort to rub cunts and use strap ons for them.  We use to have sleepovers and dare each other in our friend group to shove things from our parents kitchens up our cunts.

We’d take blackmail photos of each other with multiple banannas up our cunts.  She’s the bitch who I’d sleep over at and then get caught by her parents with one cock in my mouth and another in my ass while her brothers jacked off and they were moaning so loud her dad came down and freaked out.  I ended up fucking him so he wouldn’t tell my parents and of course that hurt our friendship for about a year.  After coming home finding my dad and brother inside double penetrating her cumming at the same time talking about how cool it felt to have their balls touching as they were balls deep in her throbbing as those cum ropes shot out into my best friend.  We were even at that point in family fucking of each others daddy’s.

So needless to say, scissoring this bitch is inevitable. Surely my new man wouldn’t care. He’s loaded and works all the time so as long as it isn’t a cock. But what he wouldn’t know won’t hurt him right.  So we literally made each others cunt and clit cum over and over all day. I must’ve lost track of time.  I was eating her cunt after I convinced the pool boy to fill her up when he came just to get the cum out with my mouth.  Her cum and his spraying in my face in between her legs.

I look up and there is my man, looking pissed.  He grabs me and chokes me out. I hear my BFF scream but it goes dark. I wake up and I’m chained to a bed in a cold, dark basement.

Accomplice Phone Sex Exists Because Men Need Women

accomplice phone sexI can be your accomplice phone sex partner. However, men can only be my accomplice or my victim. There’s no gray area. And there’s never been any gray area. I’m very clear up front with very clear reminders along the way. There’s never an excuse to be like I didn’t know you didn’t like that or I didn’t know I couldn’t talk to you like that. Bullshit. I believe it’s in a man’s nature to always try to fuck a woman and challenge them when they say no.

I don’t need men. However, men need me. Like most men Oliver found my mercenary ad on the dark net. Understood the code words and reached out to me on my burner cell. He wanted to fuck a young girl. And he didn’t want her to be willing, so he didn’t want to pay for this fantasy with a hooker.

He showed me a picture of the girl of his dark fantasies, and I found him a surrogate. Using a young girl who looks like the object of your affection for your rape phone sex fantasies keeps you out of prison. And me too. The key is to not be on the radar in the first place. If you know the girl that you fucked or murdered, at some point you’re on the investigators’ radar. A surrogate girl with whom no ties exist makes it safer for both of us.

Men Need Female Accomplices

And I found him a girl. Brought her to him. And he looked like he won the lottery. He couldn’t believe what a great job I did at finding a real lookalike to his dark dream come true. As the accomplice, I undressed the girl and drugged her so she wouldn’t put up a fight. Stupid girl took candy from a strange lady. I make my own lollipops that I lace with benzodiazepines. A few licks and a girl will pass out in my back seat.

She didn’t wake up until Oliver’s dick rammed her cunt. He rag doll fucked her. But she bled like a stuck pig. Virgin pussy. Some men love the mess because they know they took that cherry. And others like Oliver freak out a bit. So, I told him that the bright red blood came from a busted hymen. He never fucked a virgin before, obviously.

Women Never Need Men

Cute young girl. I could see why he wanted her. I wanted to kill her, but I drugged her so well she’s never going to be a reliable witness. But I did make sure she took a shower before I dropped her off in a park. Wash away that DNA. I even shoved a douche up her raw pussy to make sure all of his sperm left her cunt. He fucked her roughly. But that’s what he wanted. Once he got over the sight of blood, he enjoyed tightness of that cunt.

It starts this way. Men hire me just to fuck something young. But then they can’t shake how much they enjoyed it. So, they go searching on the dark net to find me again. And they usually up the game the second time around. Oliver will be back. And the next time he’ll want to combine making a snuff flick and a teen rape porn.

Snuff Sex Leaves Mommy Beaten and Broken

snuff sexMy son paid me a visit last week for a live stream snuff sex session. Down on his cash, but I needed coke, so it worked out. My son loves me. Although I am his cash cow and cock sleeve, he takes care of me. Best plastic surgeons. And primo pure pink cocaine. A little goes a long way, unless you are the female Tony Montana like me.

As my son’s bimbo, I rake in the cash for him with my vacuum lips, bimbo tits and skinny body. It’s almost like he turned me into a cartoon character. Whatever I got to do to earn that coke money, I do. When my son arrived, I forgot to take my teeth out. Oops. So, my son punched me hard. He told me he wants me to get more plastic surgery. According to him, plastic surgery keeps me fresh. He breaks some bones, busts one of my saline bags in my fake tits and I get more plastic surgery.

Normally, my son avoids breaking my nose. But not this time. This time nothing appeared off limits for his torture sex. He told me my shit pipe could be my new sniffer. Then he punched me in the face, and I felt my nose break. Blood started pouring out my nose. So, I needed to shove tampons up my nostrils to prevent the blood from getting in the bowl of cocaine. But when I freaked out not knowing how to snort coke with a broken bloody nose, he put a tube in my prolapse and told me to suck up the coke through my prolapsed shit pipe.

My Son Beats Mommy Beautiful for a Streaming Audience

And I needed the cocaine so badly to dull the pain that I used my ass as my new sniffer. My boy put a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, and I started pumping coke through the straw. I could feel the cocaine coursing through my veins. And it seemed like it entered my system quicker than through my nose. Once I felt the effects of the cocaine, my son started to slam my body into the floor, mashing my tits. However, because of my massive tits I never go flush with the floor. It’s almost like my boobs suspend me in air.

While my son pinned me to the ground, he pulled out the straw from my prolapse and tightened the zip tie on it. He wanted to prevent me from sucking it in because he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve. More punches to the face but I felt numb. I just giggled as he pumped my prolapsed asshole and punched my face. My boy destroyed my shitter and all I could do was giggle. That should tell you how big of a coke whore I am. My son turned my ass into an accordion and my body into a rag doll.

My Boy Loves to Break His Mommy Whore

As he fucked me, he decided to make me fly. He stood up, with me still attached to his cock. I mean on the cocaine diet I can’t weigh more than 70 lbs. And most of that’s in my tits. I have the body of a young boy except for the tits. My boy spun me through the air. And when he pulled me off his cock, he threw me like a shotput in the Olympics. Chimes rolled in from the tips as I flew across the room. My old leathery body and my big tits bounced off the wall and crashed on the floor. And I landed like a heap of flesh.

But my boy picked me up again and tossed me across the room some more. When I landed with another thud, he walked over and pushed his cock in my toothless mouth. He started punching my cock pillows as he skull fucked me. And he slammed my head into the floor some more as he forced me to eat his sperm.

He called me a dirty whore and a slew of other names as he shoved his entire cock and balls down my throat. And he dragged me on my back by my hair with his cock and balls in my mouth to the bowl of coke. I told you he loved me. He broke his mommy whore but wanted me to snort more cocaine to dull the pain.

Cocaine Dulls Mommy’s Broken and Battered Body

So, he put the tube back up my prolapsed asshole and poured some coke in. Then he sucked on my prolapse and blew that coke deep inside my asshole. For a few minutes, I laid there getting high dulling the pain quickly from snorting the coke with my shithole.

My son came back with a speculum which luckily, he shoved up my cunt. I thought he just wanted to show off the insides of my pink twat to his streaming audience. However, my son gaped my pussy with the medical device so my 4th hole, my urethra, could be exposed. When he shoved his dick in my tightest hole, I could feel it burn.

As he pumped in and out of my tightest hole I began to piss. He shoved my legs behind my ears like a Bavarian pretzel. Ouch. I began pissing uncontrollably on his cock. My son literally fucked the piss out of me. When he bent my legs back, he held on to my knees pushing them further behind my head.

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

And we both felt my legs pop out of the socket. In that moment my legs went crooked, but he still fucked my urethra. My son finally broke my body. As he continued to pump my urethra, he started back punching my face. Then he bragged to his audience that he broke his mommy.

I felt broken. He went Mike Tyson on my body but especially my face. That seemed like new abuse. So, my son broke my nose forcing me to snort cocaine out of my prolapsed ass. He treated me like a punching bag, his ass rape porn star, and his cum dumpster.

My boy finally gave me his cock snot but by that time, my eyes swelled shut from the repeated battering of my face. He broke many bones in my body that will require plastic surgery to fix. But that’s what my boy wanted all along. Beating mommy beautiful would force me to get plastic surgery. So, when I’m fresh again, he can break me some more.

Fantasy Phone Sex Babes Take Your Violent Fantasies and Make Them Real

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex can take a violent turn. You just never know with a sexy switch. Over the weekend me and some of my girlfriends met this rich fucker at a concert in Nashville. We went on a road trip. Tony invited us to see the show in his VIP box. Free drinks. So, why not? We Ubered so we did not see any reason not to enjoy his top shelf free booze.

He invited us back to his place. Safety in numbers. We would not leave a woman behind. It was all or nothing. So, our rich patron built a dungeon in his basement. At first, we thought he meant to make us sex slaves. But it turned out the room and all the torture equipment he purchased for him. He fantasizes about hot sexy women abusing him. As a sexy switch, my friends and I thought if he craved cock and ball torture sex, why not?

But he got more than he bargained for. He could not handle our experience. Perhaps, he thought I would use a cat of nine tails on him and call it a day. We went hardcore on his cock and balls. I even used a sounding device on his pee hole. He secretly loved it. A hard cock betrayed his protests. His cock oozed pre-cum as I used a switch on his balls.

Women Like Me Enjoy Ball Busting Too

My bestie, Mariah, suggested busting his balls. We pushed him on the floor and kicked him in the nuts. We also did a little dance on his balls too. Small cock but huge balls. All potatoes and no meat. We drove him to tears with our ball abuse. Opps. I did it again. Men, do not beg for BDSM when you cannot handle it. We busted his left nut. As he laid there on the floor curled up in a ball, I decided to bust his other ball. Did not want to leave him lopsided.

I saw a baseball bat on his tray of delights. So, I picked it up and went swinging on his balls. Flattened the other one too. Although I can get drunk on the power, I don’t kill you unless you try to harm me. But not much this rich loser could do to us. He seemed too busy nursing his two busted nuts to come after us. We emptied out his wallet and left. No one knows us in Nashville.

Never give strangers or anyone physical power over you. Women like me possess a lot of pent-up anger. And we just need the right taboo phone sex loser to take it out on.

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Ass Rape Porn Star Sold for a Bag of Cocaine

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars are always in demand. For me, my ass is in demand with my son, my dealers and even random strangers. Once people know you don’t mind hardcore anal sex it feels like a challenge to them. It seems like they want to destroy your ass to see if you still don’t mind giving up your booty. Sometimes, I swear every anal experience seems like the worst one yet. I would stop ass sex altogether, but if I did, I’d never get any cocaine. And we all know that’s not happening anytime soon.

Over the weekend, I partied with this other coke whore I know from the circuit. I consider her a lot lizard type of woman. She lives in a trailer park, and I live in the suburbs. She likes to fuck random men, but I only fuck random men to get coke. I’m married and she’s divorced four times. Honestly, the only things we have in common are ass sex and cocaine.

But she told me if I came to her trailer on Saturday, she would share her cocaine with me. That bitch set me up. Not only did I not get any cocaine, but she made me the star of a gangbang rape porn to take the pressure off her. She did not want to let these guys ravage her asshole for cocaine. So instead, she leveraged my asshole. And the bitch took all the coke. Didn’t even share a pinch with me. And I did all the hard labor.

A Friend Sold Me Out for a Bag of Cocaine

These men brutalized my asshole. Almost as much as my son brutalizes my asshole. They laughed at the fact that they prolapsed my butt hole. And I snickered in my head. They thought they ruined my asshole. But years on the circuit combined with my son’s live streams accomplished that. They passed me around like a fucking party favor.

They spit in my ass using that as the only lubrication before they bounced me on their big thick dicks like a fucking rag doll. The more the men partied, the more violent they got with me. Sometimes shoving 2 cocks in a hole at once making me a six whole whore they joked.

But I did not get angry with them. Men get weak around a dirty MILF willing to do anything for cocaine. Hell, they get weak at any woman not even a dirty whore. But this supposed friend of mine sold me out. Didn’t even give me one little bump for the hours’ worth of work I did for her.

She kept her asshole intact. But I left the party with my asshole protruding through my panties and leaking cum. And fucking sober too. I’ll get my revenge eventually. Now I know never trust another bitch who likes to party like you do. They’ll sell your ass out for a bag of coke. I guess I should just feel grateful that this didn’t turn into a snuff porn.

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.

Not Even Bondage Phone Sex Feels Safe for Me Anymore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sessions leave me tied up and vulnerable. Although I realize it seems like a big gamble to agree to a bondage photo shoot or movie with any of these unsavory people I work with, I just think about the coke or the money to buy coke. And common sense goes out the door. Believe it or not I do possess some common sense when sober.

But I’m rarely sober. And any person fucked up makes poor judgment calls. I’ve worked with Jeremy before. Although he treats his models roughly, he pays them well too. He’s a legitimate porn producer. However, what he makes is strictly for the dark web and private collectors. So, it can still be a gamble.

We agreed to $1000 for two hours of work. That’s like what high end escorts make. And I didn’t even need to fuck anybody. So, he tied up tightly. Lots of rope. He tied me to a St. Johns board so I could not escape. And I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. At first, he just took photos of me in pain and trying to escape my restraints. Then he called in an accomplice, and this turned into a torture sex session.

Even BDSM Shoots Live Me Battered and Barely Alive

His accomplice showed up in one of those all-leather black executioner outfits with the mask and everything. And he brought a variety of whips with him. He started whipping me, and I could feel my flesh stinging and welts appearing almost instantly. Because of his strength, he managed to whip me so hard in a few areas he drew blood. So, I did my best to imagine myself on a beach, doing lines of cocaine and drinking piña coladas.

What lasted two hours felt like an eternity. Not a single ounce of my flesh looked like its normal color. In fact, my entire body looked like I suffered third degree sunburn. Blisters started to form quickly. My skin looked bright red like a lobster’s body. And I could barely walk.

That director kicked it up a notch this time. And he gave me no warning. But he did pay me. And I immediately went to collect my coke. This taboo phone sex whore lives to snort coke another day. But I know I’m running out of my nine lives quickly.

Suffocation phone sex because maybe it’s my time to die

Suffocation phone sex Suffocation phone sex scares the hell out of me. I guess it’s because I was recently used for a brutal fantasy.

My Master Daddy made me wear this dirty schoolgirl uniform; I think it came from one of his victims. I put on the crusty uniform and met him in the garage.

His eyes were wild, hungry to defile my whore cunt.

Donning my schoolgirl getup – the short pleated skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks- I surrendered myself to him.

He was in a mood, wild-eyed and high out of his mind. He bent me over and fucked me hard, but it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t satisfied with simply violating my wet pussy that day. No, he had a different plan in store. Master Daddy fucked me senseless, but he needed something extra to get balls empty. That evil man wrapped a clear plastic bag over my face and fucked me even harder.

The bag is sealed so tight! The world went black, suffocating oxygen from my lungs as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. My mind reeled; primal terror and pain. Was this the moment I was perfectly, brutally snuffed?

All I remember is blackness. I think I was between worlds at that point. I felt so at ease, like I was ready to let go of being a Snuff sex whore, but then a bright light and his cock ripped the plastic from my mouth. He fucked me awake; I guess I’ll always be a slave to Master Daddy!