Category Archive: Extreme snuff stories

Dark fantasies don’t hold back on the pain

Dark fantasiesDark fantasies, the perfect package of soiled, debauched, and insatiably evil fun. I’ve got a collection of knives that would put a serial killer to shame.

And I’ve put every one of them to good use, stabbing and carving into the most exquisite flesh.

Pussy being my favorite canvas, of course.

My lust for the gruesome is voracious, so watch closely as I stab this little slut’s womb to death. Paint my thighs crimson with her blood, then rack my cunny with a dildo smeared with her viscera.

Such carnality is my calling, and you’re all welcome to feast your eyes, craving more of my snuff fantasies.

I like to start with my shortest knife. I like to start slow and then work my way up to the meat cleaver.

By the time I bring that out, they have already lost consciousness. I love the wet slashing sounds when I’m sawing through a bald pussy.

 

You better be jerking off because I want to put it in her fucked up hole. You want snuff that doesn’t hold back on the truest, nastiest aspects of human pain and brutality, don’t you? I know I do; it’s all about the Extreme snuff!

Roxy

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Dark fantasies get me soaked in victim blood

Dark fantasies I don’t like to admit to my Dark fantasies. Because they are so fucked up when I say it allowed, I feel silly. But the sound of flesh meeting flesh, soaked in blood, makes me crazy.

I’ve learned to surrender completely!

To merge my existence with my Master Daddy’s twisted pleasures.

When he commands me to prostitute myself to other depraved souls, I comply eagerly, knowing full well what’s going to happen.

I like it when the dick is in me, and he comes behind and stabs the guy in the neck. That blood splatters all over me, soaking my tits, dripping down to my wet cunt.

It’s crazy how much blood is in the human body, 1.5 gallons! And when it’s spurting everywhere, I can feel the cock inside me lose its hardness. I’ll squeeze my pussy down on it as tight as I can to keep it stiff till I cum. It’s a filthy Dark fetish, but I fucking love it!

Marley

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Your Dark fantasies might be evil enough to make me cum

Dark fantasies Tell me your Dark fantasies. Do you like it when a bitch screams in pain? I do.

 

I like it bloody and raw. I’m a fuck-hungry whore who loves the taste of flesh.

 

Unleash a torrent of perverted tales to make me cum!

 

So what was the youngest hole you put your dick in? I want all the gritty details!

 

I bet you are such a sick fuck you don’t have an age limit. Good, I think the younger the more depraved.

 

When you stuck your P.cock in her bald slit, did you ease it in or just put it in all at once?

 

Oh, all this nastiness is getting my pussy ready to cum! I want to help you engage in gruesome fucking. That means that asshole needs to be fucked too.

 

I would love to taste your P. Cock after you stuff her little butthole! I want you to fuck it so hard and deep you little fuck the guts outta her, and then I can indulge in my Dark fetish and suck on that bloody cock.

Roxy

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Dark Fantasies Fuel My Hunger for The Best Depravity

Dark fantasies fuel my dark hunger. The intimate hunger of taking a life. So, I slip into the soundproof chamber. The very chamber my victim is locked inside. Soundproof and hidden.
Therefore, I lock the heavy door and dim the single bulb. First, I run my nails across my victim’s pale throat. My nails are razor-sharp, painted black with blood red tips.
Then I press the cold blade to her skin. Therefore, I begin to methodically slice a shallow line along her sternum. One that now beads crimson and stains the sheets.
After that, I straddle her chest, grinding my wet pussy against her heaving breasts. All while the blood trickles down her ribs.
Next, I wrap a thick rope around her neck. Then, tightening it until her eyes bulge and her breath comes in ragged gasps.
Subsequently, I thrust my strap-on into her mouth. As I watch her struggle, her tongue gags as I pump deeper. Now, the taste of iron mixes with the salt of her own sweat and tears.
Finally, I drive my shaft into her ruptured abdomen. Belly fucking her and tearing flesh as I penetrate deeper. Ultimately, I disembowel her with my surging hard strap-on that is riddled with shards of glass. Finally, hot spurts of blood and flesh mingle with her lifeless blood.
So, I sigh, knowing this depravity has fed my hunger.
Dark Fantasies

Depraved Gothic Morticia

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Dark Fantasies Rule My Mind With Insidious Grit and Pleasure

The belt tightens around my throat, and my cunt gushes instantly. After all dark fantasies rule my cunt.
Consequently, every cell in my body knows exactly what I am.
Ultimately, just a fucktoy built for destruction.
Inevitably, a breathing vessel for cock and cum and nothing else.
Furthermore, Master calls me his bimbo Barbie. Simply put, plastic and pretty and completely hollow inside. As he says, my vacant eyes make the perfect canvas for his darkest needs.
Therefore, when his fingers curl around my windpipe, I simply smile and get even wetter.
Moreover, the asphyxiation games started mildly. With his palm pressed flat against my mouth while he rutted into me. Then came the belt.
Even a rope. But the plastic bag with a cute little pink ribbon tied around the opening really had me gushing.
Essentially, each session pushed further. Deeper. Closer to that final edge.
Additionally, I’ve become an accomplice in my own demise. Oftentimes, I hand him the tools. Then I position myself exactly how he likes.
Moreover, I beg prettily for more pressure, less air, harder thrusts. Truth is, my survival instinct died long ago. Now only the hunger remains.
Last night, he brought a friend. So, they took turns choking me while the other fucked my throat.
Consequently, my vision blurred into static, and my body convulsed in what could have been death or orgasm.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Finally, Dark Fantasies Consume Me Completely.

Now, I dream of his hands closing permanently. Of my last breath being his exhale. Moreover, my final sensation was that of his hot seed flooding my ruined insides.
Therefore, I exist in the space between life and death. Simply, a vessel for pleasure and pain. His plastic bimbo doll to dress up and break down.
Moreover, when the belt finally cinches too tight, I’ll thank him with my dying breath. Because bimbos like me don’t deserve happy endings.
We deserve exactly what we get.
Dark fantasies

Dark Fantasy Babe Geneva

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My Dark fantasies, to be a slut for Daddy forever

There are so many Dark fantasies out there, and I think the dirtier the better. I have always been groomed to tolerate blood and gore.

At first, it was hard to get into, but I had to learn how to love it. Now I can’t cum without blood and violence. But lately I can’t get this image out of my head.

Being fully impaled by my Daddy’s dick!

He sticks it up my ass, and it goes so deep it sticks out of my throat. Blood dripping down my chin while I am gagging on his huge monster cock.

Every time he thrusts, more and more of my guts fall out and wrap around his cock. The harder he fucks me, the closer I am to death.

And my clit is totally gushing right on the verge of an orgasm, but I hold off.

I hold off and wait until he explodes his jizz all over my face. And with the last thrust, I have the biggest orgasm and take my last breath.

Anything with death is a Dark fetish of mine. Master Daddy likes it too, I think that’s why he likes me so much. He knows no matter how horrific, I will do whatever he wants. I just hope that when he is sick of me, he will let me cum before I go to Hell.

Marley

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Dark Fantasies : A Beautiful Feast of Fascinating Death

Dark fantasies offer up a dark pleasure of insidious nature. In fact as the Evil Satanic goddess I am, there is no pleasure stronger than stealing ones life.

The hunt is over. Now comes the Dark fantasies feast—the last drop of life still pulsing through your veins. This Satanic game where I carve my name into your marrow is your destiny.
First off, you’re bound, broken, bleeding across the concrete. Therefore, I kneel beside you to taste that final shudder.
So, I drag the flat of my blade across your chest. ultimately, painting a crimson stripe from collarbone to navel. Meanwhile, your skin splits with a whisper. Then, the fat and muscle parting beneath the steel. Meanwhile, you gasp, and I catch that sound in my mouth, swallow it whole. As your blood pools in the shallow trench I’ve opened.  Now, I press my lips to the wound, drinking deep.

Dark Fantasies of Murder Are Delicious

Then, I find the rhythm of your dying heart—a frantic drumbeat I’ve stolen from your ribs. Essentially, I slide my fingers between the torn flesh, hook them around bone, and pull. With a crack, the echoes vibrate through the alley. Ultimately, your body arches against the ropes. So, I rip the ribs apart like a cage, exposing the wet, glistening organ beneath.
Finally, your eyes roll back, but I slap your face, demanding you witness your own undoing.
After that, I curl my hand around your still-beating heart. It throbs against my palm, hot and desperate, and I squeeze—just enough to make you scream. Now, your blood gushes over my wrist, dripping between my fingers in thick, black-red rivulets. Next, I lean close, let you smell your own death on my breath. “This is the last drop,” I whisper, “the feast I’ve been starving for.”
Dark fantasies

Depraved Gothic Morticia

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Dark Fantasies Might Prove Too Sick for Even You

dark fantasiesWhat kind of dark fantasies do you have? The kind in my head gives most people nightmares. Some of the stuff I think about and some of the stuff I do most women could never even imagine. But then I’m a sick bitch. As twisted as they come. And I don’t plan on changing anytime soon.

Recently, I’m met a predator who needed to be removed from this earth. How somebody never murdered him before seems beyond comprehension to me. But I guess there are a lot of people in this world who don’t think or act like me.

When I meet a sexual predator who preys on young girls, usually I find CBT phone sex fitting torture. But sometimes cock and ball torture simply serves as foreplay to death. Charlie tried to force himself on a friend of mine ‘s baby sister. He’s even on that brat registry. I intervened. And another predator bites the dust.

I drugged him and he woke up tied to my castration chair in my basement. It’s an old death row chair that I repurposed with a plank in the middle to separate the cock and the balls. And I waited until he came fully awake again so he could feel the pain I inflicted on him.

A Sick Bitch Has Sick Fantasies Too

I skinned his cock and balls alive. Using a thin razor blade, I literally scraped the flesh off his worthless, predatory cock and balls. Now he did not survive the night. But I never intended for him to live. I just wanted him to feel the most awful pain possible beforehand. So, once I skinned his cock and balls, I poured a bottle of vodka on his junk. Burn baby burn. I thought he might suffer a heart attack from the pain. I did not want that. He needed to go out in a more grandiose way.

So, I took him outside, strapped him to a chair and I cut his artery. Not too deep. A slow bleed. And I did that so the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive. I sat back and watched coyotes, foxes, and other critters eat him as he still breathed. Told you I was a sick bitch. Even a taboo role play with me might be too much for you to handle. Consider yourself warned.

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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Dark Fantasies Phone Sex goth girl begs to get a cut up cunt

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex, I’m a dark whore, cum shred me the fuck up. My cutie girl dark goth teen girl image didn’t save me when your evil and convincing ways captured and raptured  along with some teen rape fantasies taken out on me, holding me down till I was blue in the face and barely breathing, my favorite abuse.

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex

You set me up, sick bitch you are. Trying to end me by getting me to the prime place to be pummeled and left for dead. You’re unwanted in society so you chose me to hunt, devour, and eat up. Pathetic bitch boy with anger in your eyes. All you have in mind is fuck my cunt up, widen my tiny gap, punish, humiliate me with help for being a pathetic dirty whore.

It didn’t take long till I found myself in the backseat of your buddies car, my mouth taped, eyes covered with a bag over my head you bashed my head in knocking me out..

You shredded and ripped all my clothes off making my skin raw and crawling with pain, gives me so much pleasure making my tight cuntie canal weep in cum blood. Chained my neck to my wrists, to my waist, all the way to my ankles, there was no getting out. I’d lift my head just to be punched over and over making me beg for mercy. 

Chained with my legs pulled to the back of my neck. God damn I love getting my tight, bloody cum filled cooter smashed with rape fantasies taken out on me over and over till I’m crying and unable to walk right. I lost count of just how many men you made me fuck in front of you till my tight cuntie was torn. My cunt walls cut up dripping blood down my legs.

Belle

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Dark fantasies threesomes are better when bloody

Dark fantasies

Dark fantasies for an evil bitch like me means it’s gonna get messy! You see, I live for the dark and grotesque.

And in the realm of naughty trysts, nothing gets my juices flowing quite like a bloody threesome!

With the crimson of life’s essence painting the scene in all its macabre glory.

I like to make my boyfriend pick up a random pretty lady at the bar. Little does this bitch know she is in for a nasty game.

When he gets the bitch comfortable enough, he takes her to my place.

I hide out until they are naked and getting their fuck on. When his cock is inside her, I enter the room and play like I am some but hurt girlfriend.

Most of the time, the bitch is horrified, saying she had no idea, blah, blah, blah.

I tell her if she wants to make it up to me, then she should at least make me cum.

I’ll get in between my legs, licking my clit, while my guy is taking her from behind.

 

When my orgasm starts to build up, I pull out my knife, quietly so she doesn’t notice. I like to lead my lambs to the slaughter peacefully. Right before I start to orgasm, I slice her neck open.

Bitches usually start to panic, but they can’t scream. They spray their blood all over me. My Dark fetish revives me. Makes me stronger and more youthful. I wish I could play this game every day, but I don’t want the pigs to ruin my fun!

Roxy

(855) 733-5746 ext 4621

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