I often do fantasy phone sex and fantasy photo shoots. Men love to think of me as all sorts of things. I do cosplay shoots and festivals. Lately, I have not had many requests, but I did my first fantasy photo shoot in ages over the weekend. I have been a witch and I have been a vampire. This was the first time I got to be a sexy Bride of Frankenstein. Why? Because it was National Frankenstein Day. I know, right? You had no clue there was such a day either. I love monsters. I have been a huge fan of the old school horror movies like Dracula, The Werewolf, The Creature from The Black Lagoon and of course, Frankenstein. Honestly, if I did not need the money to buy coke, this would have been one fantasy phone sex shoot I did for free. Everything seemed legit. There was a set with lots of crew members. I had a stylist and wardrobe assistant. A check was cut for me for the photo shoot. Things took a creepy turn, however, when I met my Frankenstein. He was a giant. I kept thinking he was not an actor but maybe some real-life monster. I could not see a mask or makeup. Just a good makeup artist, I assumed. I mean the monsters of movies are fictional, right? I tried to forget the weird feeling I had in my gut. I just focused on my payday. My Frankenstein did not speak to me. He just grunted. He was really in character for National Frankenstein Day. I thought it was a photo shoot, but I saw a film camera. When I heard the director yell, “Go,” I was confused at what to do. My Frankenstein knew what to do, however. He scooped me up and took me to a dirty mattress on the floor. He force fucked me. His cock was monstrous big. I was screaming as it felt like two feet of thick cock was crammed up my cunt. I could feel his monster dick in my belly. I was bleeding. I was pissing myself. This was not what I signed up for. This was not a fantasy phone sex photo shoot. This was a snuff film and I was duped into it. I still do not know if this was some dude deep into character or a real-life Frankenstein force fucking my holes. I got paid, but I got gaped and destroyed too.
Medical fetish phone sex is painful. I know this back-alley doctor. She lost her license to practice medicine when she was prescribing Oxy to herself. My kind of doctor. Now, she does botox and gets rid of buns in the oven off the radar. She also pays druggy whores like me for experiments. Painful and violent experiments for folks who pay her for Hostel type experiences. She knows I need coke money and that I am a pain slut. I have survived torture and mutilation at the hands of her private clients. I figured one more time would not kill me. The money was too good to pass up even if I ended up disfigured or sexually mutilated. It started off fine. Painful, but not much I could not handle. They had me hooked up to electrodes. Some sort of shock therapy involving orgasms. They called me Pavlov’s Dog. I knew what it meant even if they thought I was too dumb to get it. They were trying to see if they could condition me to cum with pain. Joke was on them. I was conditioned for that ions ago. I played along because I wanted the money to score coke. My dealer would be so shocked when I paid with cash instead of ass. My experimental doctor wannabees kicked the torture sex up to 11. My flesh was burning. I think my clit was smoking. I cried. I grimaced. And I pleaded for it to end. Burning the flesh off my body is nothing new, but I am not as dumb as people think. I know if I act like the pain is nothing then the pain will become something. Those crazy bitches thought they were scarring me for life. We both know you could do far worse to me.
I have a kidnapping phone sex story for you. I was camping with my family. We were out in the wilderness in our camper. Well, I was in the camper and the boys were in the tent roughing it. I need indoor plumping. I also needed to get high. I cannot get high in front of my husband. He forbid me from doing coke years ago. He thinks I cleaned up my act. I just got better at hiding it. After everyone fell asleep, I snuck out of the camper. I was going to walk around the lake and get high. Commune with nature and do lines off logs. I found a beautiful spot where I could see stars in the sky I never knew existed. A couple guys approached me, and I was literally in a place I could disappear forever. I tried to run because they looked menacing. They took me to some cabin off the beaten path and did more than explore their rape phone sex fantasies. They strung me up from a rafter in the log cabin. They whipped me and punched me. Meth heads. They were getting high and violent. I screamed loudly, but no one heard me. I had wandered too far away from the camper to avoid detection if my husband woke up looking for me. These men sodomized me and beat me until the sun came up. They eventually passed out and I got away. I felt like I was in a Wrong Turn movie. Fucking meth head hillbillies fucked me up good. I was not sure where I was or how to get back to the camper. I just started walking. My husband was driving around looking for me, worried. I looked a little beat up. I told him I went for a walk this morning, fell then got lost. I can never admit to him the horrible things that happen to me because then it come out that I was high. I just remain silent about my many abuses so I can keep getting high.
I have been busy this week making snuff movies. Not my typical kind either. I was rented to a couple of dykes for the week to settle a drug debt my stepson had. I got no coke out of the deal either. I was traded to a bunch of brutal dykes for their live stream show. They get women and torture them and force fuck their holes while a male audience pays to watch. Every day, they made a new film with me. The last one was the hardest on me physically. They hooked me up to a machine and electrocuted my tits and clit. They even had some steel baton up my ass that shocked me too. Guys would bid for the power voltage and what part of my body to shock. They enjoyed the torture sex of my female parts. The higher the voltage, the more my flesh burned. I was literally smoking hot. My flesh was burning. My nipples looked like they had melted. My labia lips were burning and singed. No matter how much I screamed or pleaded for mercy, my pleas and pain fell on deaf ears. All they heard was the pings of money donations from Bitcoins. I was so sore. I almost wished they had killed me because now I am sexually mutilated and out of commission for who knows how long. I bet that would not stop you from hurting me too.
It has been a torture sex weekend for me. My husband and our sons are camping for the weekend. That left me home alone with my stepson. He has been making good use of his time with me too. Not an hour after my husband and sons were gone, my stepson had me naked and tied up in the basement. He has been running experiments on my body. Electric shock to my girl parts. Needles to my tits and clit. Industrial vibrators inside my pussy and on my clit simultaneously. Watching my body convulse and bleed is like foreplay for him. He was super high and that brings out his sadistic side. He hates me with a passion, but usually he will let me get high first. Not this time. He said it would dull my pain and skew his experiments. Only a few hours in and I wished I was dead. I am not sure how I am going to survive the time until his father is home. This morning, he put firecrackers in my ass. I could smell my flesh burning. The pain was worse than I thought it would be from a tiny stick. He put cigarettes out on my nipples and clit, burning even more of my flesh. I have no idea what I will tell his father if he sees my wounds. I will not heal quickly. I may be scarred for life with some of the burns. There is no way out of my situation either. He has been blackmailing me for over a decade. I tell my husband what junior does to me, my husband will divorce me and take my sons away from me. And after I have lost everything that matters to me, my stepson will take my life and make a snuff porn while he does it. I just need to suck up the pain and understand this is the mess I made of my life.
I have dark fantasy phone sex desires. I am part soccer mom and part submissive whore. I like to be treated like the druggy whore I am. My phone son understands me. I am slim and stacked. I like my nose candy. I live on a diet of coke and cum. He loves his druggy whore mommy. He loves me black, blue, purple and yellow too. He gives me coke and I let him abuse me for profit. I know he loves me. He just needs me to help make him money. He live streams us fucking. There is less fucking and more torture sex. He has brass knuckles. Do not worry about me. He gets me good and high first. I rarely feel much until the next day. And when I do feel the pain, I just do a line off his cock and feel better. Last night, his followers were in a violent mood. Every suggestion of using brass knuckles or fisting my ass or even suffocating me with a plastic tarp brought the dings of Bitcoins hitting his account. We never want to disappoint the paying audience, so I did a line and let him abuse me for profit. He punched my face. He fisted my asshole until it prolapsed. He beat me. He suffocated me. If I passed out, he punched me back awake. My son loves me. He will never kill me. I am his money maker.
My family is all about creating domination phone sex memories that I can share with my callers. I have taken years of abuse at the hands of my evil stepson. He has been blackmailing me for decades. I am a trophy wife. I stole his daddy away from his wife when I was only 19. I have been married to him for almost twenty years. I am only 9 years older than my spiteful stepson. I like nose candy. My husband does not want a druggy whore wife. He thinks I cleaned up my act years ago. My stepson feeds me coke then blackmails me into torture sex. Sometimes, he makes me the star of his underground movies. He has a dungeon in the basement of his house. I have spent quite a lot of time there too. He made me do this weird video with him in an executioner outfit. The face mask had a spiked dildo on it. I had to sit my ass on it. The dildo was thick, long and sharp. He tortured my ass. I was bleeding and shitting and he was filming it all. He said his clients pay great money to see a mommy whore get abused. I was not at all happy. I was in pain, but the alternative to saying no to my stepson is losing my husband and my sons. I have no skills but being a whore. I would be homeless. I sucked it up and endured the anal pain as he sodomized me some more. I lead a double life. I am a trophy wife with two sons and a rich husband living a comfy life in a gated community in the burbs. Then, I am a druggy whore and anal rape porn star for my stepson and anyone who will give me coke.
Snuff is urban legend is what people think. I know folks have more than just killer phone sex fantasies. Snuff flicks are real. I have been forced to make it with men. Do you like Japanese schoolgirl sluts? I have a sick pervert friend who does. He made me kidnap one for him. He wanted one with long legs in a little schoolgirl outfit. I owe him more money than I can pay back, so I must do sadistic favors for him. I had to get creative to lure a schoolgirl away when no school in session and everyone social distancing. I acted like I was selling knock off purses out of the back of my van. When these two Japanese girls took the bait, I drugged them. Two is better than one right? I sprayed chloroform in their faces and shoved them in the van. They would not wake up until I got to the location. Asian snuff porn is a money maker and I knew I was driving these innocent girls to their death. But better them than me. As soon as they woke up, they started screaming in Japanese. It aroused my pervert friend. He told me to club them. I did not want to, but he would kill me if I did not. He wanted me as an accomplice, so my hands were just as dirty. Disoriented from the blow to the head, the girls crawled around on the floor bleeding while he jacked off. He fucked them before killing them. The camera was rolling the entire time. They had shrill voices as he jammed his dick in their assholes. I still felt bad. These were young girls. He retarded them with the blows to the head. He sodomized them, prolapsing their assholes. And he eventually broke their skinny necks like chickens. He made me burry the bodies. I am just as guilty as he is in the crime, but I am alive still and closer to being out of his debt.
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, men know they can own you. I had an interesting weekend. I spent it as a pet. Dogs are treated better than I am on most days. I got into trouble. Not my usual trouble either. I was supposed to be selling some weed, pills and coke for this dealer I know. He is black and does not blend in well in suburban malls and stuff. But a middle-class soccer mom dose. Everything was going well until I took a break. I wanted to just pinch a little coke. Ten hours later, I had gone through too much coke that there was no way he would not notice. I tried to come up with a good excuse, but I was high as a kite and he knew where his coke went. He grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall as he shoved his fist up my cunt. I was squirming around trying to breathe. He told me he was not going to kill me. He was just going to make me wish I were dead. He tossed me down his stairs. I landed in his dungeon. His goons came down and stripped me naked. They put a dog collar around my neck and told me I was sleeping in a cage for a few days to contemplate my crime. There were two bowls on the floor. The goons pissed in one and came in the other one. They told me all I was eating for a few days was cum and piss. I was left in the dark on a cold floor. I ate cum and drank piss. And the men used me as their ass rape porn star. I was sodomized by lots of big black cocks. I drank lots of black spunk and drank a gallon of black piss. The joke is on my dealer. The weekend just made be want to be a bad girl again.
I have an ass for ass rape porn. I have heard that a lot. I was down on the floor half naked snorting lines of coke last night. I thought I was home alone. My stepson was there. He had snuck in the backdoor and wanted to violate my back door. When I heard him, I jumped. He scares me. I never know if he will be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde when I see him. He was high as a kite, just like me. But unlike me, he was not in a good mood. He slapped a collar around my neck, put a ball gag in my mouth. That just disarmed me for the baseball bat up my ass. He read online about some man beating his ex-wife to death with a baseball bat and felt inspired to violate his whore stepmom. As usual, no lube when he crammed the bat up my ass. Thank God, I was high. I still felt the pain. I thought he was done. He pulled the bat out, but he just replaced the bat with his cock, and he made me suck the bat. I had to taste my own blood and shit. Gross. I did not want to scream and wake my boys. Even though they have the same father, my stepson hates his half-brothers. He sees them has stealing his inheritance. I was afraid he would hurt them. I stifled my screams on the end of that baseball bat as he enjoyed fucking my prolapsed ass back inside me. If my husband only knew how his son treated me. I keep threatening to tell my husband, but I am afraid. Not sure what scares me more. That my stepson might kill me before I tell my husband about the abuse, or that may husband will cut his son off and I will get violated by him again.
