Accomplice phone sex secrets I take to my grave. I might share some details in a blog or on a call, but I never reveal my client or anything too specific that could identify my client either. I know how to protect and serve men. The things I did for my former master would make a Nazi feel sympathy for the victim. And I’ll be honest; I did not like kidnapping young girls for him because I knew what he would do to them. I’m the only one who survived because I used my street smarts. I did something he couldn’t do which was lure young girls to him.
Since I aged out for him, I needed to make myself useful. So, I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. Kidnapped over 100 young girls for him. And I even assisted a few times in their murder when they proved too difficult to manage. My former master thinks he broke me, but I just played the part waiting for the perfect opportunity to break free from his evil clutches. And I played the player. Bought my freedom. But it came with a high price tag.
Most days I’ve come to peace with what I’ve done. In the world I live in it’s the survival of the fittest. And I survived. He now hires me sometimes to assist in procuring him a young piece of meat to fuck. Young girls do not fall for his lines like they once did. He thought I could lure his teen dream away since he proved unsuccessful at doing so. I signed up for kidnapping phone sex. Get the girl, give him the girl, collect my money and go home and spend it. But I should’ve known things never go quite that easily for me.
He picked a fighter. This girl even showed stranger danger for a woman. So, I had to drug her. I prefer not to drug the girls and just let them follow me. Most of them do follow me. But this girl did not believe I was a talent scout for horror movies. So, I drugged her latte and carried her out of the mall. But I wore disguise. My dumbass did not realize who she kidnapped. I kidnapped the daughter of the biggest crime lord in town. Good thing I disguised myself and used fake plates on my car. But this one might come back to haunt me.
I delivered her to my old master as promised. And I collected my money and thought I would go. But he wanted me to film everything and return her afterwards. This seemed to all be for revenge. Essentially two crime bosses getting personal. My former master made a teen rape porn movie with the teenage daughter of his rival. He drugged her some more to blur her memory and make her more compliant.
Clearly, the girl never fucked before. She bled like a stuck pig with the first thrust of his cock inside of her teenage cunt. I felt sorry for the girl. She’s just a pawn. But as my master said, her father made choices. He did not need to put his daughter at risk trying to steal some of master’s territory. That didn’t ease my guilt much. But I understand the game. I just did not want to be caught because her daddy strikes me as the kind of man who would skin me alive and pin me to a tree for the bugs to eat. I’m talking next level sadistic shit. So, I just hope I covered my tracks enough.
I drugged her and dumped her body in a public park because I wanted somebody to find her sooner rather than later. Master made me leave the video of him fucking her on her chest. I’m afraid to turn on the news. Perhaps, I should lay low for a few days because my former master put a huge bullseye on my back if that girl ever identifies me. Hopefully the drugs in her system work like they’re supposed to because I didn’t kidnap and helped torture over 100 teen girls for my former piece of shit master to go down like this.
As a taboo phone sex whore, I get all sorts of requests from folks needing an accomplice. I can torture somebody, kidnap somebody, even snuff somebody for you. However, most of my clients seem to be men who just need something young to fuck or maybe they need an ex murdered. But over the weekend, a sexy mature blonde hired me. A very rich socialite with a very real problem. And she thought I could help eradicate her problem.
I told her she came to the right place. Kelley started an affair with a much younger guy. Not illegal young, but barely legal young. Apparently, he was part of the catering crew her husband hired for a fancy political fundraiser held in their home a few months ago. She thought the boy understood they would only fuck once.
As a married socialite, it could never come out that she engaged in an affair with such a younger man. According to her, it’s not about the money. She earns her own money as a CEO of a beauty company. Her reputation and her brand seemed on the line if this came out. The boy started blackmailing her. Extorting her for cash to keep their dirty little secret.
She came to me for advice. Killer phone sex did not appear on her mind. However, I told her the only way to deal with extortion would be murder. Otherwise, you give him 10 grand now and a week later he wants 50 grand. It won’t stop until she’s bankrupt. I asked her a few questions and gave her some options. But I also told her the best option would be to kill the boy. And for the right fee, I would take care of all of that for her. Keep her hands clean.
I did something I never do. I fucked my client. I’m bisexual and she’s fucking hot so I didn’t see a problem. It didn’t cloud my judgment about what needed to be done. So, after I fucked her, I set a honey trap for her boy toy extortionist.
And he walked right into my trap because apparently, he’s a sucker for rich mature women. I think the sex for him he considers bonus. He planned all along to extort her for money. So, I posed as a sexy, sophisticated and very rich, socialite, and of course he took the bait.
I wore black wig and glasses to obscure my face from any cameras in the bar. And I let that boy think he picked me up. We went back to his place and as I rode his young barely legal 19-year-old throbbing cock, I put my hands around his throat to choke him out.
I drugged him enough to make it too hard for him to fight me back. And I looked him straight in the eyes as he took his last breath. And that’s intoxicating to me. To me, that boy represented a lot of men from my past who tried to extort and blackmail me into submission.
Although I felt like he wasted his talent because he could’ve been a male escort and made money fucking older women without resorting to criminal behavior. But I did not feel bad over killing him. Your actions have consequences. And blackmailing a super-rich MILF came with the consequence of losing his life. He deserved a snuff sex death. He deserved to die at the hands of a woman he planned on extorting in the future. I saw through his flirtatious behavior. I’ve seen that look in men’s eyes all my life. Men look at women like their playthings. Well, I made it look like a solo erotic asphyxiation encounter gone wrong.
Once I completed the job, I paid Kelly a visit and we fucked again. I took her money, but I won’t blackmail her, and she won’t blackmail me. However, I do think we’ll keep on fucking. She has a banging body and a velvet tongue. And a touch of evil inside of her too. And that makes her fucking hot to me.
Do you watch gangbang rape porn? Don’t knock it until you try it. I find it hard to watch. And as a former star of such films myself, I have an eye for talent. Most of the gang bang force fucking videos I did, I had no choice. I made them as a matter of survival. But I’m a free woman now. And I can help men like you find the next generation of young gang bang whores.
But John knew what he wanted. A young blonde. One whose tits have not come in yet. And one with a naturally bald pussy. Perfect I told him. I knew just where to find a girl to his liking. If your town still has a mall, you can find cute hot teen sluts there. Shopping, hanging out with their friends, goofing off.
Malls are mostly filled with teenagers looking for some old person to buy them clothes they can’t afford. All you need to do is watch. And I can help you find your next victim easily. Plus, I know how to appeal to young teen girls. So, I can help you get them to talk to you, which makes it much easier to lure them away.
If you want to make a teen rape porn, you need a female accomplice to help bring her to you. And that’s what I did for John. I found him a very young teen girl blonde with no tits. And I felt certain that she didn’t have any hair on her pussy yet. Or, peach fuzz at the worst.
The girl came with me willingly after I bought her a couple hundred dollars’ worth of clothes that she wanted. So, I told her I had a bunch of clothes she could have, but she’d have to go back to my place with me. I earned her trust by buying her clothes. Plus, as a female she did not have the stranger danger that she probably should have had for me. Lesson learned the hard way.
John waited for us at this little house on the lake that he bought. It’s a cabin but very nice. And he’s been able to keep it off the radar from his family. So, this is where he comes to have affairs and to make violent films starring random teen girls. His yearning for young pussy seems to get stronger every year. But I think that’s the truth for all men. Your dick craves something young and tight and wet. And once you get it you never want to go back to that loose pussy you married.
John invited about 10 of his friends. They’re all in the secret underground club together. In fact, I’ve worked with a few of those men. Helped them like I helped John. So, I sat back, held the camera and filmed the gang bang. My job was to lure the young girl to them. And I did that. Now I just had to capture the moment on film for their spank banks.
They tied her up so she couldn’t run away. And once they secured her body, the gang bang started. They showed this girl no mercy. Two cocks in a hole at one stretching and gaping her tiny little teen body. She cried and begged for mercy. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. These men only cared about fucking the shit out of her little cunt and ass. Plus, they wanted to coat her in their cum.
But they used her as a canvas for their seed. And they banged her for hours. Fucked every hole she has a few times. Eventually, she stopped begging and just laid there like a dead fish. But that’s the smart thing to do. I know I’ve been in her shoes before. The more you fight the worse it usually turns out. So just let the boys have their fun and maybe you can survive the gang bang too.
Bondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.
When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.
He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.
I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.
And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.
Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?
So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.
He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.
As a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.
Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.
When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.
The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.
And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.
I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.
Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.
And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.
I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.
I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.
Accomplice phone sex partners can be hard to find sometimes. Usually, my accomplices are men. Men are the ones who need a bad babysitter or a woman to lure young girls. I am sure women have dark fantasies because I know I do. However, women never seek my assistance. But that all changed
A sexy hot milf hired me for for a honey trap to kill this young teen boy. She had an affair with him, and he became obsessive. She fears he will ruin her marriage and career. A very wealthy woman and very sophisticated too. She just slept with the wrong boy and now it’s turned into a fatal attraction sort of thing. But like most of my clients, she needed an alibi when the boy went missing.
Although, I have made my share of snuff porn, usually I’m not alone when I do it, so I had to lure this teen boy and kill him by myself. Honestly, I didn’t want to. But I needed her money. Plus, she’s the type of woman you want to owe you a favor because she’s got the money and resources to get you and anybody else out of trouble.
So, I set the honey trap, and he fell for it. She told me just how to kill him. Plus, she gave me a blueprint of exactly how this should go. And I got the impression if I didn’t follow her instructions exactly, I would end up dead too. So, I had no choice. At this point, it was me or this teenage boy. I chose me.
But I did fuck him first. My DNA would be on his dead cock, but I’m nowhere in the system. I’m pretty much a ghost. I’ve been that way since I ran away from home so that my father and his abusive cronies would never find me. One of her coworkers saw her talking to the boy and suspects something. That combined with the boy’s obsession and threats meant she had to get rid of him with nothing falling back on her.
As I rode his hard teenage cock, I wrapped my pantyhose around his neck. He thought I was just being seductive and playful. But this was part of the plan all along. He would die a strangulation phone sex death. My pussy gripped his cock as he took his last breath. But I continued to fuck him until I came on his dick, which occurred a few minutes after he took his last breath. Perhaps that makes me a necrophiliac. But his cock stayed rock fucking hard, even after he stopped breathing.
Although I felt hesitant to kill this teen boy, I did it. I did it for the money. And I did it for self-preservation too. And I will admit that I had more fun than I thought I would. Fucking a man or a boy as they take their last breath is very erotic. I could feel him twitching underneath the weight of my body. I could see the fear in his eyes. And I could feel the stiffness of his cock inside my pussy as he died. And might just do this again. Who wants to die as I fuck them?
I love watching snuff movies. Sometimes I see movies, and I recognize a girl. A girl like me made this sort of snuff flick for money. And I know they are fake. But then occasionally, I will see one with a girl that I knew from the circuit who just disappeared. I never saw her again. And it left me wondering if I watched a real snuff flicks like 8 mm.
I decided to do a little sleuthing recently with the Help of a guy I party with. About five years ago, I met this young runaway named Abby. Hooking on the street proved too dangerous for her. One guy broke her arm. And another one broke her jaw. Snuff films might get rough, but nobody would break her bones or steal her money. Plus, she could make a lot more money just doing one snuff porn every couple weeks than she could probably in a month of hooking on the streets.
Then she just disappeared. And I feared one of her Johns killed her. I thought maybe she went back to prostitution until I saw the snuff film that looked so real. And she was the star. My party friend and I did some sleuthing, and it led us to this underground snuff studio that I never even knew existed. But now I know why. It’s for private collectors.
Men pay good money for a one and done film. That’s just a way of saying that it was a real snuff film and the victim did not survive. I don’t know how Abby ended up here, but I felt somewhat responsible for leading her into the world of snuff because I thought it would be safer for her. But I inadvertently caused her death.
I still wanted to know who was behind the snuff studio, though. So, I did some more sleuthing. And I almost got myself killed. It led me to this guy who used to work with my very violent ex master who kept a bunch of young girls and sex slaves, then killed them when he no longer had use for them.
But I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. And this guy worked for my master as his right-hand man. He supposedly took care of the bodies for master. But apparently, he let a few of them live long enough to sell them to the highest bidder and make a snuff movie with them, letting the private collector kill her.
He caught me snooping around, and I saw that look in his eye. I feared I would be next. But I am scrappy. I’ve been on my own since my teens. I survived an abusive father. And I survived life on the streets. Then I survived snuff sex movies and my former master. So, I knew I could survive this guy too. I made a deal. But first, I explained how I ended up at his studio. And I told him he needed to hide his identity better since I found him in a few days.
I explained that I could help him find the talent for his snuff movie operation. And I could help him better hide his tracks. If his former partner, my former master, ever discovered that he did not instantly do away with the girls he ordered him to kill he would end up dead too. And he knew that was true. So now I have a new partner in crime. And we are going to make beautiful violent one and done real snuff flicks together. So, if you need a certain talent for your violent perverted needs, I know I can find you the right starlet,
Although I love accomplice phone sex calls, I sometimes get a guy who just wants me to inflict cock and ball torture. And I’m always game for that. In a way, I find it therapeutic. It’s a good way to get back at all the men, especially in my youth, who hurt me. Men who gang banged me, sodomized me and tortured me sexually for their own amusement.
So, Danny paid me $2000 to mutilate his junk. When he suggested it, I said hell yes. Although I didn’t know the guy, I just pictured my father and all his poker buddies who loved to fuck my jailbait holes. I have always wanted to give daddy and his friends some good cock and ball torture sex. But I don’t even know if any of them are still alive. To me, this seemed like easy money. So, I put on my highest heels and met him at his place.
But I did strap a little gun to my thigh, just in case he decided to fight me. You can never be too safe in this world. This man was into some hardcore BDSM. He had his own dungeon of sorts. It was just another room, but it had all sorts of BDSM equipment and sounding devices too. Danny qualifies as a pain slut.
Although I know he paid me to ruin his junk and I did, I wanted to have a little fun first. So, I took that sounding device dipped in icy hot and stuck it in his little pee hole. He let out a guttural scream of pain that made my pussy wet. Like I said, I just thought of dear old daddy.
After I played around with the sounding device, I put a castration band around his balls. Do you know you can get those on Amazon of all places. But I’m going to warn you once those things are on you can’t get them off unless you slice it with a razor blade. And then you risk slicing your balls too.
His balls started turning purple and blue quickly. Before long, they seemed to just go flat. And that’s when I started kicking him in the crotch. Even though I did not remove his testicles, I still castrated him. This was like a chemical castration. I read upon it before I took Danny’s money. You can put a castration band on, and it cuts the flow of blood essentially which dries up the testicles. And that renders them worthless. It’s what farmers do the sheep.
Danny tried to say I went too far. What the fuck. He paid me $2000 for castration phone sex. Did he think that $2000 was simply for fantasy. Too late now. I took the little bitch’s money and left him whining on his bed with decaying balls. And I know he won’t say anything to anyone. I have a recording of him begging me for exactly what he got. Don’t ask for what you cannot handle cause bitches like me give you what you say you want.
I love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. At this point, I feel like I should get some sort of participation plaque for helping so many men fuck some young thing who I babysat. I have quite a good thing going. I’ve become the master of disguise with over 40 fake IDs. And different looks to keep me off the radar too.
Some parents might not even realize what happened to their little darling while in my care anyway. I do a good job of cleanup. But some of these little bitches and bastards will complain about sore holes the next day. And that’s why I never babysit using the same name twice. Most recently, one little girl had to disappear. So now, I must hang up the babysitter hat for about a month or so till things die down. But the money this guy paid me for clean-up made the risk worth it. But I love being the accomplice too.
Let me tell you what happened. Mark, not his real name to protect the guilty, hired me to babysit the neighbor girl. Now I did have to get hired first, but Mark gave me all the information I would need to make myself a desirable candidate to that little girl’s parents. And they hired me. Well, they hired Marie, one of my aliases.
Once the parents left the house, he would come over and fuck the little girl. Now I thought he just wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for the schoolgirl. He didn’t say anything about snuff. But I think his dick and his mind were not on the same page. His dick wanted to keep enjoying that tight little pussy. However, his mind told him she’d be able to identify him even drugged.
I threw out a number thinking that would deter him from killing her because I would have to disappear for a while too. But he agreed. He didn’t strike me as the type that had snuff kind of money. Not sure what else he’s doing on a teacher salary, but he paid me an extra hundred thousand dollars to dispose of her body once he choked her out. Maybe his wife has the money. Who knows; I didn’t care. He killed her. And I took his money to dispose of her body.
I carried her lifeless little body to my car, avoiding the security cameras. And I drove her way out to the lake and weighed her body down so she would sink. She is fish food now. And I just disappeared with the body and all the sheets that would have her DNA on it. And more importantly, my client’s DNA on it too.
I’m a good accomplice phone sex partner. I take all the risks so you can have all the fun. Who knew a teacher had that kind of money or that he’d be willing to pay it just to fuck the neighbor girl. But I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. His money spends just like any rich pervert’s money does.
Although it’s true that men hire me for snuff sex, it is as the accomplice mostly. Men want me to help them either exact revenge on some gold digging whore, or they just want to fuck something young and tight. However, Tom wanted to die. And he wanted me to be the one to do it.
I try not to ask any questions. I’m a hired gun, but most of my experiences fall into the realm of the accomplice or the victim. I was hesitant at first to take this gig. However, I’d be stupid to pass up that kind of money. Will the world miss a loser. Plus, the guy appeared very non-threatening. I appeared both taller and stronger than him. So, I thought about it, and took the gig. I needed the money. And he wanted to die.
I have learned not to ask too many questions. But this guy told me his life story. He’s pretty much been a loser from day one. And in his attempts to not be a loser, he found himself overextended financially. To make himself more appealing to women, he borrowed a bunch of money that he had no way of paying back.
And he borrowed from the wrong men who planned to kill him and make it hurt. I think he hired me to kill him more humanely without all the torture sex. Sort of like euthanasia. No doubt, he paid me to kill him with money he borrowed from loan sharks, but a small sliver of what he owes them, I am sure.
He borrowed all this money to impress one girl who was not impressed because whatever money he had turned out to never be enough for her. Personally, I think she should’ve died over him, but I took the money and did the job.
Although this was supposed to be a humane death, I did not have access to drugs that can kill people humanely. But I did have access to some Xanax and muscle relaxers. So, I crushed them and made him a special cocktail to subdue him. I planned to utilize suffocation phone sex techniques. It seemed more humane than using a knife or a gun. Less clean up too.
So, once the drugs kicked in, I sat on his face. I could smother him with my pussy. Eating a bitch way out of your league seemed like a humane way to die to me. However, he began to thrash around as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head. And he tried to fight me. I gave him a lot of drugs. He should not have been that feisty. So, I had a problem.
And suddenly this gig became messy and inhumane. I grabbed a knife that I had in my back pocket in case of an emergency. This seemed like an emergency. I did not want to die because some loser suddenly got the will to live as I tried to kill him. So, I slit his throat. He bled out all over his floor.
Seriously, I never thought he would fight me. But he’s dead now. And I’m 50 grand richer. To think, I almost didn’t take this gig and I felt sorry for him initially. But after that struggle, all I could think about was finding the next man who needs to die.
