I have been close to death before with men and sex. But they always chicken out and don’t take the final step in snuffing my life out. They will torture my body. Suffocate me until I pass out. But no matter how much I beg I cannot get them to finish the job. The ultimate orgasm that I could have would be death after I am beaten and tortured. And this is something I am denied over and over. Guys talk about loving to fuck a whore and then kill her but I have yet to find me one of these guys to follow thru. Maybe they are scared they will get in trouble. Lol, I will be dead who is gonna tell? And really the law does not care about another dead whore.
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Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cheerleader
Your rape phone sex fantasies turn me on. Of course, I am a sadistic bitch, so you can never force fuck me. Regarding rape fantasies, I am only your accomplice. Well, I might be your cheerleader and the devil on your shoulder convincing you to give in to your dark desires too. I was at the mall hunting for a little bitch to kill when I spotted him. He was in his 50s, tall, unassuming but a pervert. He was trying to be discreet as he followed this hot teen slut through the mall, but I spotted him. I knew what he wanted. He wanted what you want: to force a young cock tease to take his cock. When I busted him, he tried to deny it. He acted offended, like he would never find a jailbait girl sexy at his age. The boner in his pants betrayed his words. I encouraged him to show the slut his cock. I mean she was wearing a pound of make up. She was at the mall on a school night instead of doing homework. She was wearing a skirt so short that if she bent over any one would see more than London. I talked about how it was doubtful she was even a virgin still walking around dressed like that. I wouldn’t stop talking about her hot body, including her bald pink pussy. Finally, he caved. He gave into his dirty desires and listened to the evil bitch on his shoulder. I helped him lure her away from the mall rats she was traveling with. He was not prepared to kidnap and assault a girl, but I am always prepared for such things. We took her to my kill shack and I got to watch him force fuck her holes for hours. She was too old to let go. I had to kill her. There were some wolves eating well Tuesday night.
Drugged for a Gangbang Rape Porn
It was a casting call for a gangbang rape porn. I needed coke. I have done worse for less. I figured this would be a cake walk. When I arrived at the warehouse where the movie was being shot, I was ordered to my dressing room to get naked. I was accosted there by a woman with a needle. I told her I don’t do smack. I am strictly a coke and weed girl. “Today you do what we want bitch,” she seethed as the needle pierced my vein. I immediately felt euphoric. Suddenly, I understood why so many folks get hooked on this shit. It is a powerful drug that took me to never never land. When I started to come out of my drug induced haze, I realized I had rope burns on my body from being bound too tight. That was the least of my problems. There was a baseball bat protruding from my ass. I guess I made an ass rape porn too while I was out. Only the handle of the bat was sticking out, which meant I had about a foot of wood up my shit box. No wonder they made me do smack. I started to fight and cry because the pain was hitting me. I felt another needle pierce my flesh. I lost big chunks of time over the course of the day. I apparently lost a pint of blood and some flesh too because when I woke up there was a pool of my blood under my ass. The director paid me my $500 and told me to sit on a raw steak to help heal my prolapsed ass. He wants to use me again because I can take the best anal torture sex he has ever seen. It must have been the heroin. I want some more.
Monty’s Bloody Auction House- One
I woke up and the room felt very cold, my head still was a little fuzzy. I attempted to get up but felt held down. I attempted to stare down to faintly be able to make out straps holding me down across my body. I wiggled around and noticed I was on a metal slab and felt very naked. I heard footsteps coming closer and then a light turned on burning my eyes. I looked around more once my eyes adjusted and saw a room dirty and blood stained. A workstation with tons of sharp blades was against the wall and in front of me was a man and a tripod. He turned and set up a monitor which was currently black with a bright red word showing on the screen as OFFLINE. The man turned to me and smiled. “I got you for a good deal, a crack head sold you to me for a mere $200. And I’m going to make a fortune off of you bit by bit” he chuckled. I squirmed trying to push against the restraints. He frowned and slapped me hard across the face “Escape attempts are not good for business” he yelled. “If you are lucky I’m slip you things for the pain, but you must put on a good show and smile for the camera. Let your fans know how willing you are for them to…own you even just small parts” he gleamed. Turning around he started the camera and headed toward the door.
The Next Star of My Snuff Movies
You look like the star of snuff movies. I am looking for a leading man for my next snuff flick with a very young girl. The kind of girl who has no tits yet and a naturally bald pussy. I want to kill a really young bitch. They annoy the fuck out of me. I lack maternal instincts. But, I think a P man like you could have a use for a super young slut, right? I am thinking there are at least three holes on young sluts that you might find useful. I make the perfect accomplice and director, because I won’t give a fuck if the bitch cries or bleeds. In fact, I want her to do both. I told you I have zero maternal instincts. The way I see it, once less little slut in the world is a good thing. Annoying little cock teasers deserve to be in pictures. They deserve to be in snuff porn. They deserve to make your rape fantasies cum true. I know just where to kidnap the little beauties. I know just where to take them, so their screams cannot be heard. And, I know just how to dispose of the remains, so no one can find them again. I just need a male star. Is that you?
Alternative Sex With A Sadistic Bitch
It’s so fucking funny how pathetic most guys really are. I am alternative and a cunt, I will never care about anyone’s feelings. I am willing to bet most guys haven’t had sex with a gothic chick just those lame ass basic bitches guys fuck. How funny and then they complain, someone like me brings guys into almost like a dante’s inferno with a little bit of pleasure. I love pouring candle wax and hot grease down your nipples while you stare at my bright black lipstick. It makes my pussy so wet knowing your skin is peeling off and I am smothering you with my fat pussy. If you bite I will do something you won’t like very much, most guys don’t know what they got into with me. I love jumping up and down and pussy slamming on a face until I come super hard. Why don’t you see what mood I am into, are you going to be able to cum or am I going to let you suffer….
I Need Domination Phone Sex
I need domination phone sex. I can be such a bad bitch sometimes. Many men think they have broken me, but I easily unbreak myself. I do and say anything when I am high. If I need a fix, I will let an army of men fist my whore holes. I will call anyone master. I will be anyone’s slave, all just for a line of white powder. Once I am sober, however, I am like screw that, no asshole is putting a collar on me and parading me around like a puppy dog. Granted, I am high most of the time. I am a nasty freak with dark fetishes that come out full force when doing coke. It is not that I don’t want to be a submissive sex slave, it is just that I need to be high 24/7 for that to happen. I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine, but I need drugs, any drugs, to be a willing slave. Now, some men take that as a challenge to break me when I am sober. So far, no man has ever wanted me when I was straight. I am no fun unless I am altered. Guys I party with think I am a pathetic submissive slut because they only ever see me high. No one wants the sober me, but that is the challenge. It is nothing to break a coke head. We will say and do anything for a fix. The real challenge is breaking a sober bitch. I think if someone can do that, then I will stay broken. Think you have what it takes to make me a submissive slave without drugs? I am a ginger girl. You know what that means, right? I am hellfire on wheels. I dare you to break me sober.
Please Kill Me
My life is worth much I’m just a pathetic whore who’s only feels things when it’s pain. My existence isn’t worth much, I’ll never be important enough to keep around. Want to give me some worth? Why don’t you let me be your victim, give into your dark desire. How powerful you must feel having me completely at your mercy. You could end it all for me, you could do it quickly or you could make me suffer. It’s up to you. I’ll surrender to my master completely no matter how messy or painful it may get. All you have to do is take my life, it’s yours I don’t need it. I’m only useful to you as a toy, even then I’m easy to throw away. Will you be the one to end my pathetic existence? Please master release me from my own torment.
Sex with Dead Bodies: I Only Need a Hard Cock
I like having sex with dead bodies. I prefer a dead dick to a live one. Dead dick doesn’t try to snuggle or spoon. There is no romance with a stiff. The issue is that you must get a guy in rigor mortis to take advantage of his stiff cock. Good think my best friend, my only friend, is a medical examiner. She works the grave yard shift at the county morgue. She always calls me when a fresh cadaver with a big dick comes in. Last night there was a gun fight in the hood. Two black dudes killed each other. She measured their dicks at 11 inches each. I flew out of the house because I knew by the time I got there, those dicks would be as hard as they have ever been. My friend is a freak too. Doctors have labeled us both anti social with intimacy issues. I am like a praying mantis. I want to bite the head off a lover once I cum. I was killing men I fucked until I realized it was just safer to fuck the dead. I need to cum. I don’t need to date. I don’t need romance. Fucking the dead solves my issues. While I was fucking a huge dead cock, I noticed a few sweet young dead cunts. I bet they would feel so warm on your cock. You can’t fuck me, but I will help you fuck a dead slut. Those pussies never age out.
Intruder
I was asleep when I felt really cold all of a sudden. I peaked my eyes up just a little bit and saw my window was wide open allowing the wind from outside to chill me. I felt the bed go down a little as if someone was sitting next to me. I slowly turned over, and was quickly met with a hand roughly covering my mouth and another one around my throat. I felt pressure closing down against my throat making it hard to breath. My head was getting dizzy and I felt floaty without any air. The room was now fading more around me and I can’t recall hearing any sounds. It was like a quietness was surrounding us. I stared at my attacker, can he tell that my body is enjoying this? Can he look back at me and tell that I’m smiling?