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Drugged And Snuffed

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I’ve been to this club so many times, always looking for a real man to step up and take what he wanted. Most nights no such man existed in that place and just when I was going to give up on the thought, you approached me. You handed me a drink, I can see just a tiny fizzle at the bottom and I smiled taking the drink. I sipped slowly and listened to you talk to me, at first I felt disappointed. I felt normal it took a few minutes before I started feeling really floaty and felt like I needed to lay down. You chuckled when I started to stumble, you grabbed me and played it off to those around us I had just had to much to drink. I smiled and played along I allowed you to load me up into your car. I fell asleep as we drove away. When I awoke again you were standing over my naked body, I was on what felt like a hard mattress. I still felt to groggy and couldn’t move. You approached and I noticed your cock was bloody. I looked down and realized there was a lot of blood between by legs. Followed by a lot of stinging pain, but I didn’t cry I felt a sense of pleasure. I looked closer and notice the culprit of the blood and pain was a cock ring with razor blades sticking out the sides. You had a evil grin on your face as you grabbed me by my head and force your bloody cock down my throat. I choked and gasped feeling it cutting my mouth and throat. While I choked in my own blood I started to taste cum in the mixture, you pulled your cock out and laughed while I died drowning in blood and cum.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fantasies

cannibalism phone sexI have cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I am a sick bitch. I am tall with meat on my bones. I love the idea of being cooked alive. My deep dark fantasy almost came true last week when I was hitchhiking. I know today, hitching a ride with a stranger is dangerous. Very dangerous. My car died on the side of the road. It was 95 degrees outside. I had to get in a car. My car was not the only one overheating. A nice older couple picked me up. Honestly, I thought they were harmless grandparents. I didn’t think they could be flesh eating zombies. They gave me a bottled water to cool off. It was obviously spiked because the next thing I knew, I was naked and bound with a stick up my ass. They were putting something on my body. It was butter. Melted butter mixed with herbs was all over my body. I was scared. This was not a fantasy. I was not having a nightmare. Grandpa and grandma were going to cook me alive and eat me. I was dinner. They were singing and smiling like nothing was unusual. I think there is something unusual about cooking a 150-pound blonde goddess alive. When I tried talking, they shoved an apple in my mouth like I was the main course at a Hawaiian luau.  There was a huge pot of boiling water in the corner. I knew that was where I was going next. As a blue haired granny, took sticks of butter and rubbed them all over my body, grandpa cut veggies into the pot. I didn’t think they could move me to the pot. They were old and frail looking. They didn’t need too. They rang a bell and an army of inbred mother fuckers hungry as fuck came and dumped me into the boiling water. I passed out from the pain, so the rest went blank. I hope I fed the family from Deliverance well. Maybe I can bring more satisfaction in death than I could in life.

I Love Bloody Phone Sex

bloody phone sexI live for bloody phone sex. I don’t just kill a person, I mutilate their body and exsanguinate the body. I am a gore whore. My friends think I am a vampire wannabe because I drink blood. They don’t know the half of it. A have a few goth friends I confide in, but they think I just have dark fantasies. They don’t realize that I mostly have dark realities because killing is my favorite pastime. This little millennial bitch cut in front of me in line at a coffee house. She informed me I don’t matter, so I could wait. I was stabbing her with my eyes in line for an overpriced coffee. I made note of her license plate because once you have that, a home address is not hard to find, especially when you have a friend at the DMV. That little cunt just had her last Frappuccino. I broke into her house early in the morning. Of course, she lived in the suburbs in a trendy artsy community. A grizzly murder and home invasion would rock this community. I woke up because I wanted her to see me kill her. I wanted her to feel her death. Normally, I would have a male accomplice to help me. He could explore his rape fantasies before she became my snuff porn queen. This bitch was all mine this time. I dragged her skinny ass to her bathroom, muffled her mouth with her panties and hung her upside down from her shower rod. I slit her throat to bleed her out. I sat naked in the tub feeling her hot blood spill on my body and fill my wine glass. I masturbated using her blood as lube, watching the life disappear from her eyes while drinking her warm blood. Who doesn’t matter now, bitch?

Snuff Sex for Drugs

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I deserve. I know this. I am worthless. I think that is why I gravitate to mean assholes. I am not attracted to men who will treat me well. I have never been with a loving man. I wouldn’t know how to act. My husband just ignores me. I don’t think we say two words to each other a day. He has his whores and I have my masters. He said to me once that he was just waiting for the call that I was dead. I know he thinks my lifestyle is risky. He won’t give me drug money, so my lifestyle is his fault when you think about it. I need drugs to function. With no money and used up holes, that leads to bad decisions.  Many bad decisions like placing ads on fetish sites to be used for money. Tom was happy to pay me for his kinky desires. Tom has a mean streak that he told me he couldn’t explore with a girlfriend or a wife. Since I was a whore, he was happy to pay me to do the things he can’t with most women. He put a collar around my neck and made sure I knew I was his sex slave. He choked me, slapped me, kicked me, even flicked his cigar ashes on me. He called me names, beat me and pissed on me too. He said his cock had never been so hard. I had to wonder if my cunt had ever been so wet.

Torture Sex After Party

torture sexTorture sex is the only sex I get, he informed me. I had passed out at a party. It wasn’t a freaky S & M party, but the private party afterward certainly was a kinky nightmare for me. I woke up suspended from a rafter in the great room stripped naked. It was like a bad slumber party from my youth. If you fell asleep first the other girls put your hands in water, so you would pee your sleeping bag. I got too drunk, passed out and became the host’s sex slave. He had an array of scary BDSM equipment hanging from the wall. It was like he was just waiting patiently for a whore like me to get way too drunk. First came the nipple clamps. Second, came the whipping and flogging. He used a switch first but found he liked his leather belt the most because it welted my skin. The more I cried or begged to be released, the harder he whipped me. He focused on my tits for a solid hour it felt like. My big fake funbags grew a size from the swelling. He enjoyed making my tits inflamed. Just when I thought he was done because his arms seemed tired, the abuse took a turn for the worse. He invited his party guests to take turns whipping and punching me. Men and women slut shamed me and took turns abusing my body. One guy punched me so hard, he popped a saline bag. I guess I know now never to pass out at a party. My body looks like I had snuff sex all night. I am black and blue, even purple and red. I am covered in welts and I have lopsided tits. Just a day in the life of a submissive whore.

Knife Play Tonight

Knife play phone sexMy fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.

Lesbian Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornI didn’t think making a lesbian gangbang rape porn would be bad. I needed the money and I saw an ad on a fetish porn site I pick up gigs when I am desperate. When I arrived at the address I was provided, I was shocked to see a gang of women. They didn’t look like dykes. Lipstick lesbians maybe, I thought? There were no introductions. They swarmed me like horny vultures. One of them shot me full of something. Felt like heroin the way I suddenly felt. It was like I left my body. I felt at peace for a moment. That euphoria was replaced by fear and pain quickly once the band of lesbian bitches started charging me with humongous dildos. They rammed them in my mouth at once. 5 dildos the size of horse cocks were ramming in and out of my mouth with such speed, I gagged. I choked and gagged and then I puked. I could hear laughter. They were around me like a pack of wild animals but I was so fucked up, it felt like it wasn’t happening to me. When they switched gears to ass rape porn, I felt every moment of anal torture. Women can be the cruelest, sadistic bitches. Those same 5 dildos went in my ass at once. The shot of smack was wearing off and my ass was bleeding and prolapsing. I was crying in pain. This torture was not worth the couple hundred bucks I was making for this, if I would even see the money. Hours I endured fat long dildos crammed into my fuck holes. I was covered in sweat, urine and even shit and puke. I felt like a drunk bum who spent the night in an alley. They were on meth and it brought out their sadism. Never again will I agree to work for women. They are fucking savages.

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Hurting Myself

Taboo phone sexSometimes I’ll feel the need to get off just like you do when you stare at pathetic fuckable body. However I need something extra I use to not need before. When I’m rubbing my little clitty I need to feel pain. I’m a addict to it, sometimes I’ll just dig my nails into my own clit until I bleed. Or I’ll have a knife and make cuts along my body to push myself to the edge. It’s not just the pain that excites me, it the color of red oozing out of my body. It energizes me to push myself and edge myself closer and closer. If I’m finding it difficult and I need more, desperate and can’t find a torturer to push me to the end. I’ll find a way to do it myself, I’ll use rope around my pretty neck and pull until I can’t breathe. Letting myself feel I’m slipping away as I reach my maximum climax, often times I keep pulling. Maybe I’m destined to bring my own end?

Gangbang Rape Porn Audition

gangbang rape pornIt was a gangbang rape porn audition he said. I was hesitant because the place looked scuzzy and nothing like the picture in the ad. I have been fetish modeling for years, but legitimate studios don’t make you audition like this. There is never any actual fucking before being hired. I needed the money. I should have listened to my gut and ran, but I thought maybe this is how that studio does things. When they tied me up with rope, it was too late to listen to my gut. I was bound and not going anywhere but on all fours. It was me, three men and the producer. He claimed he needed authenticity; that he needed to know I could convey real pain and dismay. He had no clue who he was working with. I am a snuff queen and a pain princess. The room smelled like death. There was no light. The stains on the old casting couch may have been blood. I tried not to think of shit like that as they took turns ass fucking me and gaping my pink pussy. They were rough with me. Hands around my throat, hair pulling, ass smacking, even a few cigarette burns. They urinated on me like dogs marking their turf. The producer wasn’t filming a thing. He was just watching as these men force fucked me for hours. They were on some Viagra shit because none of them ever went soft after cumming. I was coated in cum. Because they fucked me so forcefully, I was bleeding. They laughed at the shit and blood I left on their cocks as they made me clean up the mess I made. I was there all night, tied up and used as a fuck doll. This was no audition, this was snuff porn. They tried to fuck me to death. They came close, but again, they had no clue who they were dealing with.

Pregnant slave pet

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I wasn’t feeling too well and I begun too think I may be knocked up. My master had subjected me to some snuff sex and of course, I wasn’t on birth control. It was a fun time. I had to deepthroat and take so many cocks nonstop. I even got stuffed in my holes double. It was a first having two dicks in my mouth two in my ass and two in my twat . It was cock after cock. It was a total cumfest. Its no wonder I had a bun growing in the oven. I had over forty men use me. I had no idea who got me pregnant. Not sure how I am going to break this news. It will be a first to be a pregnant pet slave.