All men experience teen rape porn fantasies. Often, those fantasies emerge during Halloween. Men get aroused visually easily. And seeing those cute young things dressed up as Disney princess or a Harley Quinn or Barbie, makes their cocks hard. When they cannot take it anymore, they call me to help them out. And I always help. But for a price, of course.
I met David ions ago when I modeled for BDSM shoots. We have stayed in touch, and he knows that I help men just like him explore their carnal lust for Lolitas. When he called me last night, he seemed frantic. He fucked up at a Halloween party and needed my help. Of course, I could have helped him for free for old time sake. But I needed to clean up his mess. And to take that risk, he needed to shell out a couple grand. And he did.
He explored his rape phone sex fantasies with his niece at a family Halloween party. He got drunk and she looked like a slutty little Barbie bimbo, and it drove him crazy. Now, the girl told him she was telling her parents. He roofied her to shut her up. He violated so many rules. You never fuck a family Lolita. Common sense requires a surrogate to remain undetected. Now, his niece needed to die. And I had to kill her while he had an alibi.
Men need an accomplice like me so they can fuck all the young pussy they want and never go to prison. I broke into the home where his Lolita niece slept passed out in her bed. My friend took home one of his brother’s female friends so she would be his alibi. I killed the girl in her twin princess bed. She never even woke up. I suffocated her. And I gave her a dead girl’s douche. If you need to wash away DNA, this is the way to do it. A douche dilutes your semen so it cannot be matched to any DNA. Another reason men need an accomplice phone sex partner like me. I think of everything.
His problem died. And although the police questioned him, they questioned everyone at the party. Time of her death provided him an alibi. Either his brother will go down for the crime or it will remain a mystery like that little beauty queen from the 90s. Although I prefer to help men before they get in trouble, I can be the clean-up partner too.
Snuff phone sex keeps life interesting. Men’s sexual fantasies range from the vanilla to the sick. But no judgment from me. Men pay me for all sorts of things. Sometimes I am the victim. Other times I am the accomplice. And sometimes which I am depends on me. I met a man with an interesting fetish at the strip club last month.
He got the VIP room for me, and another stripper named Hailey. And he did not ask about our standard menu items. He did not want a hand job or a blow job. Hell, he did not even want to fuck us. He paid to watch us wrestle each other. We looked at that as easy money. But over the weekend, he wanted to meet us outside the club. He still wanted us to wrestle with each other. However, he upped the ante. He wanted a death match.
Whichever one of us survived won the cash prize. I think it is obvious who won fight club. I adored Haily, but that much cash on the line brought out my killer phone sex spirit. Brought out hers too. But my spirit won out. At first, we thought he might be joking. Like he pulled a Halloween prank on us or something. Once we realized our kinky patron meant to kill us both if we did not embark on a death match, we fought tooth and nail.
I thought I would die. Hailey stood over me by a foot. Plus, she appeared stronger than me too. But I am scrappy. I learned to fight nasty to survive as a young girl. I pushed my fingers into Haily’s eyes blinding her. Once I pulled that move, I had the upper hand. And I already broke the cardinal rule of fight club. I talked about fight club. I will save the details of Haily’s brutal demise for a call. But understand she put up one hell of a fight.
Since I won the battle royale, this rich patron wants to make me the head of his girl fight club. I guess now, I am the queen of violent phone sex fantasies. I told you I was scrappy.
Gangbang rape porn for Halloween? If that’s what a client wants, he gets it. And this client wanted to share a young teen slut with a few of his buddies. Since he paid me cash for the opportunity, I found him the sweetest young teen girl for his little home movie. I told her I wanted to take her to a special Halloween party. I even dressed her in a cute little schoolgirl outfit.
My client and his friends dressed up in costume so the girl would never see their faces. Even if she did, I could help them kill her. But this client just likes to fuck them. His rape phone sex fantasies need an outlet. And I am his outlet. For a hefty price of course. I enjoy helping turn a man’s fantasies into reality. I guess in a way, I am a dream fulfiller, LOL.
This girl appeared so innocent too. Blonde, blue-eyed, trusting and innocent. Just like me once upon a time. Now, I sometimes feel guilty because of my own past, but a few Benjamins can fix that guilt quickly. No one saved me. And despite my past, I grew up mostly good, LOL. A woman needs to eat right?
I turned this girl into fuck meat. Each guy took turns fucking her. The girl cried and screamed and begged. But then she went silent. Either she got exhausted and passed out, or just realized nothing would change. Perhaps this little gang bang for hire broke her spirit quickly. Personally, I love knowing that. Broken girls follow the rules and stay alive. The feisty ones often end up buried where they will never be found. And I liked this girl because she reminded me of myself.
I filmed this little teen rape porn for my client. And he enjoyed the making of the film too. I picked him out a winner. A sweet little virgin girl. And he and his friends destroyed her. Now she is destined to be a little whore just like me.
Accomplice phone sex calls arouse me. I enjoy being your partner more than your victim. And men like you need me. Why? Because no girl or woman ever thinks that I mean them harm. The stranger danger seems far less for women than men. So that fact alone makes me invaluable. And that alone is why I am still alive today.
My former master usually kills his girls when they age out for him. Even though I hung around longer than most, I only survived because I brought him one teen whore after another to fuck. And because I proved he needed me he never killed me. In fact, now I freelance for him. Although I have other clients too, no one pays like him. So, if he needs me, I tell him his domination phone sex partner will get him whatever he likes.
This weekend he wanted a black or Latina girl. In the past, he strictly wanted premium grade white girl meat. But I did not ask questions. Girls who ask too many questions never ask questions again. I found a Latina girl skipping school. Young but still had that big booty I knew master wanted with an ethnic girl. My former master loves hardcore anal sex. He thinks he broke my ass in, but really my daddy did that when I was just a teen girl.
I lured this girl away easily with promises of making her famous. My new line with young girls is that I am a content maker and I need help with a Tic Tok. Girls eat that up because the younger generation believes in getting rich by going viral. She did not know that she likely would die going viral in a teen rape porn. But her future was not my concern.
Master hired me to bring him an ethnic girl, and that’s what I did. And he paid me well; so, he paid me to not care about her fate. I am sure she did not survive the night. My former master makes the most realistic snuff films because they are real.
Men often tell me that I possess the perfect ass for an ass rape porn. Although I slipped into the accomplice role a few years ago, I still admit to loving anal. My girlfriend and I went to this dive bar nearby where we live. We wanted some trouble. And trouble we found. No women but us in the bar. Initially, we felt like we should leave. The vibe seemed hostile towards women.
We ordered one drink and planned on leaving because no one seemed pleasant. It felt like an incel bar. Like all the misogynistic men with no social skills in our town went to this bar the very night my girlfriend and I did. When we went to leave, one of the patrons yanked me back and said, “Not so fast whore.” Now we knew we never should have gone inside this bar. It had gangbang rape porn set vibes.
And these men did not like two blonde goddesses on their turf. But it appeared to be two strippers against at least 30 men. If we fought, we could end up dead, so we played nice. We stayed, did shots with the guys and showed off our best stripper moves. Neither of us wanted to fuck any of the men in that bar. But we knew that the moment we walked inside it. We should have turned right back around.
But we did not. And we both knew fighting these men would be detrimental to our health and looks. So, we let them fuck us. My girlfriend and I acted like we loved those men. They sodomized us with cocks and beer bottles. Neither of us are strangers to rough sex. But this fell under the category of rough sex cubed. I mean neither of us ever experienced a group of such angry losers before. Maybe one incel guy at a time. But never a gang of woman hating losers at once. At least I was not alone.
Now we know. Our buttholes appear battered and prolapsed. We are sporting some bruises and ligature marks around our throats from choking us while they explored their rape phone sex fantasies. We will never go to that dive bar again. And I suggest no woman ever go there either.
I know I am too old for teen rape porn. But I did have my heyday as my father’s fuck slut. He made lots of home movies with me that he sold to old perverts who wanted brat porn with a cute young daughter. The real incest porn that many of my callers and associates crave. Sometimes, men hire me to help them make a home movie with their daughter or niece, even a neighbor girl.
I never mind. Not only do I get to help a man explore his rape fantasies, but I also get to help him preserve the memory and make some money along the way. Over the past few years, I’ve developed quite a name for myself. Men know that if they need an accomplice phone sex partner, I am their girl. And I can lure young girls away without a struggle. They go with me willingly because they believe my lies.
Recently, I helped a man force fuck his neighbor girl. Cute young blonde thing. Total cock tease. So, I understood why he wanted to fuck her tight virgin cunt. I mean most men would want to fuck her. But my client did not want to kill her. Too much suspicion would fall on him. And I get it. Completely understandable. A cute young girl next door goes missing, the cops investigate the father and the neighbors first.
I took care of everything. I drugged her so her memory would be spotty. And I got my client a Halloween mask to cover his identity. Not like she will remember much, but just in case, I took all precautions. And my client seemed very happy with the outcome. He got to fuck the Lolita cock tease next door. And boy did he fuck her too.
She laid their lifeless because of the drugs I slipped her. She would wake up eventually. But she would not remember much. Her sore pussy might tell a story, but my client wore a rubber so no DNA would be found in any of her fuck holes. I hated that he needed to wrap his cock to make her his ass rape porn star too. But an accomplice thinks of everything so you can enjoy those young tight fuck holes.
He called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.
Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.
Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.
I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.
Snuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?
A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.
Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.
I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.
Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.
Sadistic phone sex appeared on his mind when he called me. We talked about some of my more extreme and unusual calls. But he did not just want to listen to me talk about my calls. He had a role play in mind. I hoped I would be the accomplice. I wanted to dismember some young cunt and abuse her. Now that I am in my 30s, I fit the accomplice role more.
However, not to my caller. My tales of what other men do on calls inspired him. I will admit, my pussy got wet being the victim. Funny. When my dad made me his victim, I hated it so much I ran away. But I ran into the arms of men just like my father and worse. Luckily this caller could never find me because his role play seemed like something straight out of a snuff porn.
Technically, I consider myself a sexy switch. But I prefer to be the accomplice. But, his role play made me wet. He picked me up hitch hiking and it turned into my worst nightmare. He took me back to his place. But he had more than just rape fantasies in mind for me. To him, I represented all the women who rejected him in the past. I think he might have been an incel type of guy. You know, the kind of guys who never get pussy, become angry then think every woman owes him.
He fucked me while I screamed and fought. I just channeled my father fucking me when I was a wee girl. But fucking was not all this guy did to me. I got dismembered until I was just a torso. He fucked my body without limbs and without hesitation. I screamed bloody murder. Even passed out a few times from the pain and site of my own blood. My caller got my all on this roleplay phone sex call. He got all of my body too.
I love snuff porn. Watching it turns me on. I made a bunch too back in my younger days. For a teenage runaway and high school dropout, my options proved slim. But I do not hold on to any regrets. Why should I? The underground sex word proved profitable for me. Although it proved dangerous too, I can thrive now, when I used to barely survive.
I am still in contact or at least know how to contact most of my dark underground snuff film makers. So, when a client contacts me for something outside of my wheelhouse, I can put him in contact with the right person. And maybe collect a small finders fee in the process. Jim wanted to make a snuff sex flick with his daughter. And not a fake one either. However, that required helped for me to pull off.
But I knew just the guy. The same guy who used to own me. Normally, I do jobs for him. Felt nice to call upon him for once. Funny, I hated being his slave. I never knew if I’d live or die. But once I aged out, I fought to live and made myself invaluable to him. He told me I was the first former slave to live and talk about it. I believe him too.
I can lure young girls to him safer than he can try to nab them himself. So, he needs me now. For predators, modern technology works against them. Parents and police alike can find brats with Air tags, and cell phones and alerts far too quickly these days. But I can lure a girl to him without her pressing any kind of panic button or screaming for help.
Jim gave his daughter to my former master willingly. No alerts. No tracking devices to locate the girl. And no screaming or fighting because she felt safe with daddy. Dumb cunt. Jim just wanted to watch his daughter die. He wanted to live vicariously through another man’s rape phone sex fantasies for his daughter, and not be tied to her disappearance or her murder. I would give Jim his airtight alibi for when the girl went missing.
I am a very skilled forger. Something I learned early on being a jailbait girl working in porn. Now, my skills would awe even the FBI. So, I forged a runaway letter that made it appear she ran away from her mother’s place to go find her father, but never made it to him. And my former master fucked and killed a girl while her father watched and masturbated. No more brat support payments for daddy. Now, I call that a win-win situation. My client paid me for my accomplice role. My former master got to fuck and slaughter a young virgin girl relatively safely. And daddy can save a couple grand a month.
