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.
I enjoy being your accomplice phone sex partner. Most times, I’m helping a guy kidnap and fuck a young girl. But on occasion, I get a client who wants to fuck a boy butt. And I don’t judge. From behind they all look the same anyway. Right?
I got excited over this gig. Because I find it easier to seduce a young boy or just convince him that I know his mother. Girls possess more stranger danger than boys. My client wanted a little boy too young for me to fuck. So, I had to lure him away with a motherly approach instead of a bimbo approach but believe it or not I can look like a mother. However, I am not sure I can act like one, but I can play the part temporarily.
Since school started back, I could lure a young boy away from school. Of course, I wore a disguise because cameras look like they are all over the place. The boy seemed scared at first, but eventually he really believed that I knew his mother.
His worst nightmare impending. Hardcore anal torture sex. Although I felt bad momentarily, I got over it when I saw the cash he gave me. To say the boy acted unwilling would be an understatement. This boy fought kicked, screamed and even bit me as I restrained him.
If Jack wanted a little boy to fuck. He came to the right woman. I got him the perfect tight little bubble butt. You couldn’t tell that he was not born a girl. My client informed me he’s been waiting half his life to fuck a little boy ass. And my response, “well it’s your lucky day that we met.”
I knew he wanted some photos and videos to remember this night. So, I snapped some Polaroid shots. Men never put anything on your cell phone. That’s how you get caught. Get yourself an old-fashioned Polaroid camera and keep the pictures in a shoe box under your bed. This is why men need me as an accomplice. Most men think with their little head instead of their big head. And that’s part of being a professional accomplice. Keeping your client safe from the law.
So, I watched as he fucked that little boy ass. He destroyed that boy‘s butt too. I’m sure the boy never in 1 million years thought he’d be some old man’s ass rape porn star. And I thought girls screamed loudly. This boy screamed at the top of his lungs. And at such a shrill pitch, the dogs howled.
Eventually, I had to drug him. I might’ve picked the right look of a boy for my client. However, I picked a fighter. Once I drugged him, he became much more manageable. My client destroyed his ass. And gagged his throat too.
So many men have rape phone sex fantasies for women. Sometimes even little girls. And I get it. This is nothing new. Men will always be attracted to Lolita pussy. My dad and his friends were. They gangbanged me and fucked me so hard for many years when I was jailbait. As much as I hated it, I even ran away, I know that all that hardcore fucking I got as a young schoolgirl turned me into the nasty freak I am today.
Joshua knows very well what a nasty freak I can be in the sheets. But he did not know until last night that I make dreams come true for men. We exchanged sexual bucket list ideas last night, and he started talking about his niece’s little friend who lives next-door to him. He couldn’t stop raving about how good she looked. But I don’t get jealous. Men like Joshua just want to fuck young girls. Get it out of their system. Or go further down the rabbit hole. But they always come back to me.
I asked Joshua how much he would spend to fuck that little neighbor girl. His eyes got big, and he pulled out a wad of cash. He looked at me, and said, is that enough? My eyes grew as big as the sky because that was a lot of cash. Clearly, he came to the right girl. Perhaps you could call me a teen rape porn director. And it’s not a lie. I help men fuck the teen dream of their wicked fantasies. And even the younger girls too.
I disguised myself, of course, because when you go to somebody’s home to kidnap their daughter, the likelihood that you will be caught on camera is high nowadays. So, I put on my black wig and big sunglasses to cover my face, and I helped him get the neighbor girl. She came with me easily because I knew details that I could only know if I was telling the truth. It was sort of the truth. Her neighbor, the dad of her BFF gave me enough to lure her away.
I gave her a spiked lemonade with some Molly, and waited until she got horny enough, she begged Joshua to fuck her. I kind of helped brain wash her, which is easy to do with young girls under the influence of Molly. A little too much Molly erases the memory. So, this girl will likely wake up in the morning and not remember our faces, how we met or that are best friend’s dad fucked her.
If you have never fucked on Molly, you should try at least once. It turns women and girls alike into fuck machines. Joshua likes a slow build. He’s did not want to just ram his dick in her cunt and nut. He wanted to savior every thrust in her tiny teen cunt. Who can blame him?
I held the camera and watched him fuck this young girl in every position imaginable. At one point I thought maybe he had memorized the Kama Sutra because he tried out so many different positions. He fucked her like a rag doll. I am confident that she’s never been fucked that hard before. Hell, I know for a fact, she had never been fucked before he made a bloody mess of her cunt. He popped that cherry, but I love cherry juice. It tastes so sweet, and any girl can only taste her cherry juice once.
He let eat that pussy. And while I lick her bloody cunt, he got behind the camera. He wanted to catch this taboo phone sex whore eating out jailbait pussy. However, I think I shocked him by enjoying every inch of that bloody pussy. Yummy. Now all I can think about is eating a virgin cunt after you pop that cherry. So, who’s game to hunt for a virgin with me?
I know that most men like to watch illicit teen phone sex porn. But I think most men would prefer to make it than simply watch it. That’s where I come in. I make a great accomplice for such endeavors. And I know how to hunt for the next teen star of your wet dreams. I can get away with so much more than you can. It’s unfair, I know. But for once, gender bias works in my favor.
Over the weekend, I helped Mike get some teen pussy. He had a type in mind. He needed a surrogate for his daughter. But he gave me a description of what he wanted. Even a breakdown of the height and body type. And I found the girl of his wet dreams at the mall in less than 30 minutes. I used the model scout line on her.
Although she seemed skeptical at first, I gave her a business card that looked legitimate and showed her a portfolio. She had the biggest smile when she thought I really wanted to turn her into a model. Not that much of a lie. I did want to turn her into a model. The kind that gets forced fucked for hours until she’s bleeding and begging for mercy.
I brought her to my client’s fishing cabin in the middle of nowhere. Perfect place for such deviant actions like ass rape porn. I knew no one would hear her scream, but the trees. And with a very large lake not far away, we could dispose of her body. Once he finished having fun with her, my pussy appeared drenched. Something about seeing his eyes light up when he saw the look-alike daughter, I brought him to fuck turned me on.
Most men have a cock teasing daughter. However, some never act on their impulses. They call a woman like me instead for a role play. But others cannot control their impulses and go to jail. The smart ones hire me to help them because I take care of the details that end most men in jail. An accomplice absorbs the risks so you can have fun.
The camera loved this girl too. Hugged every curve of her lean teen body. I had one hand holding the camera and the other one in my panties, as I watched him sodomize her. He appeared to like her ass a lot more than her cunt. She appeared to be a virgin; in both holes too, based on the amount of blood that poured from them. A good little star she would make if she survived it.
Although I knew it was doubtful she would survive his level of violence. I thought he might at least keep her around for the weekend to fuck her some more. But I just guess he could not restrain himself. Not even with me around to help. Do you think you could restrain yourself from not fucking to death a young cock tease?
She survived four hours and 23 minutes before he tried to kill her while forcing his cock in her cunt. He did dump a lot of cum in her. It’s a good thing that the lake appeared nearby. It would wash any DNA. So, you might need me as your accomplice phone sex partner because I think of all those details to keep you out of jail.
