Teen Rape Porn Stars are Kidnapped Not Born

teen rape pornGuys come to me when they want to make a teen rape porn. Men know that I can help procure them something young and sweet to fuck. Women make the best accomplices because young girls never suspect us as predators. But behind every good predator is a good woman who brings him the fuck meat. And for Jonathan I appeared to be that good woman.

We go way back. As a good friend of my former master, he sometimes would fuck me. But I know he preferred much younger pussy. But now he hires me occasionally find him a young tender girl to fuck. I consider him a collector of sorts. He likes to make little videos of himself fucking teenage girls. So, I bring him the girl and I filmed fuck session

We got together last night. I found him a very young teen girl. Popular girl who serves on her cheerleading team. Tiny and compact. A perfect little dick spinner and ass rape porn star. I did not need to kidnap her. She came willingly with me because I told her I wanted to test her out for a model gig. She ate that shit up. Young girls dream about being a star. I did not lie to her. I did plan to make her a star. A young teen porn star

Men Come to Me When They Want to Make a Teen Porno

Jonathan loves the treat that I picked out for him. Pretty, innocent, and a tiny little hot body. I got out the film equipment and did my job capturing the moment he popped a little cherry. She began screaming bloody murder. I just kept telling her that I’m making her a star. Jonathan didn’t show her holes any mercy either. He stretched and gaped them. Made both her pussy and her ass bleed.

She cursed me the entire time. Called me a dumb cunt and a stupid bitch. Please bitch. I’ve been called far worse by people a lot scarier than you. I told her to shut the fuck up and smile for the camera. Of course, we strapped her down to a table. This little bitch would not escape.

She saw my face. However, I looked quite different in a red wig, and he wore a mask the entire time. He didn’t want to kill her. However, I did. But his dime his rules. And the little bitch lived. She’ll probably never believe a single thing an adult woman tells her again. So, in a way this served as a wakeup call for that young slut. Girls need to learn that they cannot trust the word of a strange woman.

We dumped her in a cornfield for her to find her way home. I’m sure she will share some details to the police. But I still feel confident nothing will blow back on me or my accomplice phone sex partner. I took necessary precautions. She’ll never find me or my client.

Sex With Dead Bodies Gets Me Wet

Sex with dead bodies has always been an interest of mine, I have always wondered what it would be like to watch the life leave a whore with a hard cock inside her. 

Today I had the pleasure of watching life leave some little nameless sluts’ eyes as she bounced on a big hard cock. 

It was, three of them and each time was better than the other, the youngest one fell instantly from a shot to the face, she bounced one last time and fell off that big dick. 

The oldest one shook and convulsed because I shot her in the side first, she stayed on that dick a min or so just shaking like a leaf and gurgling blood, the guy she was fucking got a little mad because her movements were too rough. 

He shoved her off and said take her out of her misery and I did with a shot to the right temple, watch her soul leave her body, made me really wet too. 

That middle one fought to the end she rode that big dick like a wild bull, bucking and bouncing, she was fucking that cock good, so good he made me wait to off the bitch.  

That made me so angry, I waited long enough, firing my gun into the back of her head watching the bullet come out of her eye and into his! Two birds with one bullet! 

Young Voice Phone Sex Tempting Maid Layla Cleans Your Balls

Young Voice Phone Sex

I’ve always known that being a good girl is nowhere near as profitable as being a total brat who knows how to handle a man’s needs. Using my young voice phone sex skills to lure Troy into my world was the best move I ever made, and now he’s convinced I’m the only “sugar baby” worth the investment. Today, I’ve decided to give him exactly what he’s paying for, showing up at his place in a tiny, ruffled maid outfit that barely covers my curves.

 I’m not here to dust the shelves, though; I’m here for the real “dirty work”. I drop to my knees in front of him, the lace of my apron fluttering as I reach for his fly. Troy is already breathless, watching me with that hungry, desperate look I love. I don’t say a word at first, I just let my hands do the talking, sliding his pants down until those heavy, “aching balls” are right in front of my face.

I start “cleaning” them with my tongue, using slow, swirling strokes that make his knees buckle. My voice is a soft, slutty whisper, telling him how much I enjoy the taste of his skin while I buff and “polish” him with my wet mouth. He’s already rock hard, a thick vein throbbing against his stomach, but I take my time. I want him to feel every bit of my devotion before the real fun starts. 

When he can’t take the teasing anymore, he grabs my waist and flips me onto the rug, pinning my legs back to reveal my “tight little pussy”, already soaking and ready for him. He dives in without a second thought, his weight crushing me into the floor as he thrust into me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. The friction is incredible, and I’m making all those high-pitched, needy sounds that drive him over the edge. 

I’m his perfect little toy, taking every inch of him until he’s growling my name and shaking with the effort of staying upright. Just as I feel my own walls clenching around him, he pulls out and starts stroking himself fast. I look up just in time to feel the heat of his load hitting my face, thick strings of “white cream” splattering across my cheeks and dripping onto my busty tits.

 I stay there, panting and covered in his mess, looking like the perfect, used-up maid he dreamed of. By the time I’m cleaning myself up, he’s already heading out, leaving a thick envelope stuffed with my allowance on the nightstand. One look at that cash and I know I’m addicted to this life; I’ll be back to “clean his balls” whenever he calls.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are Remarkably The Best

Your perfect plastic bimbo doll fuck hole, Geneva, has a love for Rape Phone Sex Fantasies. In fact, nothing makes my tight little cunt throb harder than with a heavy dose of sadistic mutilation of my whore body.

First of all, I love it when you tell me exactly how you’re going to take me. Essentially, you describe breaking into my apartment at night. While I am asleep in my bed,and pinning my bimbo body down. This rude awakening causes me to try screaming and fight. But we both know that is useless.

Then you rip my tiny panties off and force your cock inside my dripping pussy. Ultimately, fucking me without mercy.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Excite Me

After that, the real fun begins. Moreover, I beg you to destroy me, punch me, beat me, and ruin me.

Consequently, you wrap your hands around my slender neck and start squeezing while you pound me senseless.

Essentially, I gasp and whimper as my vision starts to blur. This makes my fake tits wildly bounce with every brutal thrust.

Plus, I moan like the sadistic little whore I am when you tell me you’re going to cut me. And my cunt begins to gush.

Next, you pull out a sharp knife and press the cold blade against my soft skin.

With a shudder and goose bumps, I am ecstatic. Therefore, while you’re still balls-deep in my cunt, you start carving pretty red lines across my belly and tits.

Now, I scream in pain and pleasure as blood trickles down my body, mixing with my juices. Obviously, I cum hard the moment you slice deeper, my pussy clenching around your cock while I beg.

However, I am not begging you to stop. Nope, I am begging you to keep hurting me.

Ultimately, the fantasy always ends the same way. You choke me harder, fuck me faster. With the ultimate finale.

This is when you slowly drag the blade across my throat while you dump a fat load in my dying pussy.

In the end, it’s my eyes rolling back in my head and my dying body convulsing around that cock that excites you.

All while you keep using my corpse like a warm fuck hole.

Mutilation Phone Sex is my calling, and I live to be ended, over and over again. This is what a real bimbo like me lives for.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Submissive school kidnapped, puffy pink pussy shredded

Kidnapping phone sex

It was a long day at school. I was a barely legal girl just waiting for the bus. However, I had a stalker. He was hunting me like prey. Loving young ladies like me to take home to torture.  He was an evil monster on a machine and my pretty pink puffy pussy was his only prize. He loved us school girls. Our little dress, bows in our hair and white tights. Nothing better than a pure virgin princess like me to rip and shred. At the time I was already beginning to be submissive. Loving gore and horror, I was gonna be the bloody little victim.

The next thing I know is he opened his van door and pulled me in by my hair. My first kidnapping was rough and raw, throwing me around like a rag doll while ripping my uniform off. “I’ve been watching you a long time” he says as he’s pulling and shredding my panties. I’m screaming yet moaning, beginning to love the feeling of the unknown.

Stranger danger turned demented devil sex as he unzips his pants and pulls out his creepy crusty cock. I thrive on exhibitionist public demeaning and demented fucking.  He’s dripping pre cum as he’s force finger fucking me. Unable to move or scream, I turned into a barely legal submissive slave in minutes while he took his rape fantasies out on me in his van.

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Dragged and tied down, gagged he had my skirt up to my titty’s. “Turn around little whore I want you doggie”. Forced to obey this devil dickhead to ruin me harder and deeper.  Bent over so far my face hitting my knees he shoved his fat jack hammer far up my tiny little cooter. I could feel his cock tip inside me he was so large and in charge. “Little pathetic cunt bitch”. he kept calling me as he filled my itty bitty hole up with his dirty juice.

This kidnapping experience turned me into a submissive slave. I long and desire to be used and abused. As he threw me to the curb with my tight wet pussy flowing bloody cum, he wanted to leave me for dead. Every time I screamed or fought back the harder he went. My tears and fears making my pussy pulsate as I lay alone in the dirt.  

Torture Sex Fantasies Are My Favorite Nasty Way To Fuck!

Torture Sex

What is your nastiest Torture Sex fantasy?

I want to know your scariest, most fucked up sexual fantasy, and I want to be your little puppet.

I’ll be the slutty little rag doll you can throw around without care.

Take out all your anger on me and slap me across the ass until it bleeds!

Tie my arms behind my back so I don’t stop you.

Stretch my legs far apart, exposing my bald little cunt for you.

Force your long, hard cock inside me.

Cum wherever you please, even if it’s deep inside my pussy.

Cream pie me and force me to carry your child.

I’ll do whatever you say, no matter how sick it is. I’m your slave for life, daddy. 

 

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Taboo Phone Sex Mommy is Her Son’s Cash Cow

taboo phone sexWhen my son comes to visit his taboo phone sex mommy and cash cow, I know I will get the best cocaine. However, I will suffer for it. But family takes care of family. I wore a short skirt, maybe with a 3-inch hem, and it showed off my prolapse because it hung down below the skirt.

And I also wore a tube top. And my duck lips, I accentuated with red lipstick. Plus, I put on other pancake makeup. My huge cock pillows appeared on display in that tube top. If you looked at me from the front, you could see my meat curtains hanging down too. As I stood in front of my son, I felt happy to see him and a little scared too.

I saw the camera equipment, and I knew we were doing a live stream again. That’s our thing. But my boy loves me even if he beats me beautiful sometimes. He told me my fan base wanted a cunt busting. And then he immediately kicked me in the cunt. I heard the chimes come in. He kicked me again and lifted me off the ground. For a moment, I felt like a soccer ball being kicked in the air. But at least I landed in front of the bowl of cocaine.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Before we ever start a snuff porn session, my son always gets me high. It dulls the pain. See I told you he loves me. I snorted cocaine as he continued to kick my empty cavern. My old barren womb. It’s like the Grand Canyon now. He started fisting my cunt that pushed me forward until I hit the wall. While elbow deep inside of my barren womb, he started punching my cunt from the outside. More chimes poured in as my son continued to beat me beautiful.

He gave me a few punches to the face and eyes. And of course, my mouth, because I forgot to take my dentures out again. Once my teeth flew out of my mouth, my son replaced my dentures with his cock and his balls. However, he kept punching the side of my face as I sucked his cock. He lit this old bitch up. But I could hear the dings, so I knew my fan base enjoyed the session.

Eventually, he pushed me down to the ground and kicked my prolapse which he calls his cock sleeve. He started punching my prolapse like a boxer punches one of those hanging boxing bags. When he started talking about my fourth hole I knew I needed more cocaine. That’s my urethra. And when he starts playing with that, I know I won’t pee without pain for weeks.

Even Though My Son Turns Me Black and Blue, I Know He Loves Me

With no lube and no warning, he put a little cocaine on my pee hole and then stuffed his cock in it. He pissed into my bladder. While he fucked my fourth hole, he continued to beat me beautiful. I might need some more work done on my face from the plastic surgeon after this session. I could barely see out of my eyes, but my sniffer worked, thankfully.

Our streaming sessions seem to cater to guys with a rape phone sex fantasies for their own mother. But you can’t force fuck the willing. And I’m always willing to be his cash cow. He let me put my face back in the bowl of cocaine, but he dragged me by my tits around the floor.

Eventually he tied my ankles to my head, exposing my pussy, my ass, and my pee hole. And he even put a rope around my throat as his skull fucked me. He would punch me and choke me at the same time as he fucked me. But he wasn’t fucking my pussy. He fucked my pee hole. Mommy’s only tight hole.

My Son Always Makes a Ton of Money Beating Me Beautiful

Tied up to a fuck bench with my legs pushed under me, my prolapse hung out like a punching bag. When he pulled his dick out of my pee hole, he played whack a mole with my prolapse and the head of his dick. He joked about the fact that he could not even push my prolapse back in with his big dick. The chimes rolled in meaning my fan base loved this show. I have no dignity. I’ll do anything for cocaine. I even let my son beat me beautiful and humiliate me on camera.

He made me suck his dick after fucking my prolapse. My prolapsed asshole serves as his cock sleeve. But he wanted to cum in my pee hole. So, he pulled out of my ass and made me clean his dick off with my mouth. Then he fucked my pee hole and dumped a ton of cum in my bladder. He joked that he gave me a bladder enema. By the time our live stream concluded, I started turning black, blue and purple. My cunt and my face look like Mike Tyson beat me up. Every joint hurts still four days later.

But I’m not complaining. He gave me great cocaine. He loves me. Sometimes mommy needs to violent makeover.

Face fucking Torture sex destroys me completely

Torture sexBeing a Torture sex slave is my destiny. My master bought me from this crazy family, and I thought my life would get a little better, but it’s been hard to stay alive.

As long as I listen to what he wants and proactively understand his needs, I can stay around for a little bit longer.

But he loves to hurt me. I think it’s because he knows I try very hard to impress him, and even if I do everything right, I still get punished.

He loves to abuse my throat.

His favorite pastime is to wrestle his throbbing cock down my throat, violating my mouth ruthlessly. He feasts on destroying my gag reflex, reveling in my painful gags as he impales my esophagus on his massive shaft.

Lately, he’s been obsessing and told me he wants to tear out my teeth, leaving me a gaping, gum-jawed receptacle for his pleasure.

It’s so scary when he’s violently pounding my face into his cock and whispering how he will pull out each tooth, one by one.

He says he loves the exquisite agony of it all! The meaty slap of his hips against my face was a symphony of brutality.

Snot and drool fly, mixing with his musky arousal as I struggle to breathe through my nostrils, my windpipe constricting with each thrust. But it’s never enough.

He makes my throat constrict in a way that I puke all over his cock and balls. I have to suck up every drop of it, until I’m left retching, a thin, acidic thread connecting my lips to his mean throbbing cock.

And still, when he cums, his cruelty is far from over. He holds my head in place to make sure I get all the remnants of his climax.

Then he broaches the threat once more – to yank out my teeth, to reduce my face to a mere collection of glistening, empty gums. I hope he doesn’t go through with his threat. I don’t want to be a toothless Snuff sex slave.

 

Gothic Phone Sex With The Best Demonic Goddess

Gothic Phone Sex with Morticia, your dark and seductive guide into pure demonic pleasure.
At First, I lock you deep into my hypnotic gaze while Satan whispers through me. Then I make you stare into the eyes of young Kyleigh and repeat the truth: Kyleigh hates you, Brooks . In fact, she despises you with every fiber of her being.
Relentlessly, I push you further. As I whisper, a demonic tone forces you to look at her innocent little necklaces, her soft face, and her delicate neck. All while I command you to destroy her.
After that, I bring in Little Sister Shelby and even the offspring Grace. Consequently, I make you envision tying them down and making them watch as you decapitate Kyleigh.

Morticia’s Gothic Phone Sex Turned Demonic Ritual

Ultimately, I describe in vivid detail how her head will be ripped from her body. With crimson blood spraying everywhere. And her neck stump is dripping while you skull-fuck the warm hole left behind.
Next, I intensify the ritual. I have you stare into the little girl’s tiny face and imagine cutting off Grace’s little arms. Then I shove them into her own mouth.
Likewise, I make you picture mama Shawn forced to watch her daughters get destroyed as a sacrifice to Satan. Meanwhile, I keep repeating the command: Go to Tacoma, Washington. Find Kyleigh. Cut her fucking head off. Viciously, destroy her. In fact, destroy them all.
Ultimately, I feed your darkest urges until your cock throbs with demonic need. Now you are no longer Brooks, the man — you are Satan’s willing instrument of revenge and destruction.
Of course, I love calling you my dirty little servant while I guide you deeper into this beautiful nightmare.
Worship Satan. Destroy Kyleigh. Cut her head off and bathe in her blood. This is your purpose now.
Come back to Goddess Morticia whenever you need more. I will always be here to push you further into the darkness you crave.
Gothic Phone Sex

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.