Guys come to me when they want to make a teen rape porn. Men know that I can help procure them something young and sweet to fuck. Women make the best accomplices because young girls never suspect us as predators. But behind every good predator is a good woman who brings him the fuck meat. And for Jonathan I appeared to be that good woman.
We go way back. As a good friend of my former master, he sometimes would fuck me. But I know he preferred much younger pussy. But now he hires me occasionally find him a young tender girl to fuck. I consider him a collector of sorts. He likes to make little videos of himself fucking teenage girls. So, I bring him the girl and I filmed fuck session
We got together last night. I found him a very young teen girl. Popular girl who serves on her cheerleading team. Tiny and compact. A perfect little dick spinner and ass rape porn star. I did not need to kidnap her. She came willingly with me because I told her I wanted to test her out for a model gig. She ate that shit up. Young girls dream about being a star. I did not lie to her. I did plan to make her a star. A young teen porn star
Jonathan loves the treat that I picked out for him. Pretty, innocent, and a tiny little hot body. I got out the film equipment and did my job capturing the moment he popped a little cherry. She began screaming bloody murder. I just kept telling her that I’m making her a star. Jonathan didn’t show her holes any mercy either. He stretched and gaped them. Made both her pussy and her ass bleed.
She cursed me the entire time. Called me a dumb cunt and a stupid bitch. Please bitch. I’ve been called far worse by people a lot scarier than you. I told her to shut the fuck up and smile for the camera. Of course, we strapped her down to a table. This little bitch would not escape.
She saw my face. However, I looked quite different in a red wig, and he wore a mask the entire time. He didn’t want to kill her. However, I did. But his dime his rules. And the little bitch lived. She’ll probably never believe a single thing an adult woman tells her again. So, in a way this served as a wakeup call for that young slut. Girls need to learn that they cannot trust the word of a strange woman.
We dumped her in a cornfield for her to find her way home. I’m sure she will share some details to the police. But I still feel confident nothing will blow back on me or my accomplice phone sex partner. I took necessary precautions. She’ll never find me or my client.
Accomplice phone sex I never started out to do. When I began my career in the phone bone industry, I served as the slave. The submissive girl you could do anything too. But that’s because at that time in my life my switch side seemed nonexistent. Once I realized I could be switch, it felt unnatural to be the slave anymore. I found my sweet spot as the accomplice.
And it turned out that being the accomplice pays better. When you’re the slave men just use you. But they don’t pay to use you. They just take you. However, when you’re the accomplice, they pay you great money because they need your expertise and skill to procure them something young to fuck. As the accomplice, you take a risk and you deliver something coveted that the person paying you couldn’t obtain on their own.
Men with rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl or a boy need a female accomplice to make that happen. Sure, men kidnap, force fuck and kill women daily. But those men get caught because they think with their dicks. But women think with their big head.
My former master who gave me my first taste as an accomplice can attest to the fact that I keep him off the radar. I supply him with a young girl about every six months. He uses them up, kills them when they age out and calls me to find a new one.
The only way I stayed alive after I aged out for him is because I figured out a way to make myself useful. And now when he needs a new piece of ass, he calls me. He called me over the weekend. Perfect timing too because I needed the kind of money he pays for my services. Once upon a time, I felt bad for doing what I do. But this kind of money eases a lot of my guilt.
So, I hunted for the perfect little replacement girl for him. 20 years together, so I know his type. Young, cute, virginal. He likes to pop cherries. And I found the perfect little girl at the mall. She strayed from her pack and I swooped in. With me as your accomplice, there’s never a scene. Because I can lure little girls away without force.
My former master seemed incredibly happy with the girl I brought him. He tipped me $10,000 because this one appeared to be the youngest one yet. Usually, girls at that age do not get left alone at the mall. But somebody must’ve hit the snooze button and lost their charge or their daughter or their baby sister.
The best accomplice doesn’t just grab the first girl they see. They wait and find the perfect girl for your needs. My former master will pop cherries. Use all her fuck holes daily until she no longer feels tight anymore. And then he’ll call me up again to find him his next snuff sex slave. In the meantime, I can find one for you too. Just tell me about your type.
While posing nude for an artist over the weekend, I think I discovered another evil phone sex mind. This guy approached me on the street and offered me decent money just to pose nude for him. And I agreed. I’m naked on the Internet and I’m naked on the stage. So clearly, I am not shy.
He wanted me to be his art muse. And while he drew me, I felt like Rose on the Titanic. We got to talking as he drew me. And he made a confession to me. He prefers much younger girls. However, he can never find one willing to spend time alone with him. So, I told him he just needed an accomplice like me. Young schoolgirls never seem to fear women. Obviously, their parents never told them that women can be sadistic phone sex bitches.
After a few hours of painting me, I told him we should go hunting for a young girl. He could not believe that I said that. Then I told him a bit about myself and my dark side. But I still think he seemed in shock that I would be willing to help him fuck a young pussy. We drove around until he spotted a little girl who looked like his fantasy girl. So, he hid, and I lured her into the car.
We took her to a no tell motel, where I’ve done some very bad things in the past. Nobody cares. And at this seedy no tell motel you can pay the staff to look the other way and to never remember you. I drugged the girl. This way she would not scream too much while my new artist friend explored his rape phone sex fantasies on a tiny holes. He wanted to pay me more. But I told him this one I considered on the house.
I picked him out a virgin because she bled like a stuck pig as soon as his cock penetrated her little puffy cunnie. I like this guy. We think alike. Most of the men I do accomplice work for scare the crap out of me. Although I assured him if he wanted this girl to go missing forever, I could make it happen for him. But I drugged her well enough so that she would never remember any of the details.
As the girl laid on the no tell motel mattress passed out from the drugs, I sucked his cock, cleaning of her cherry juice. My deviant mind and my excellent cock sucking abilities, brought his cock back to life quickly. And this time he fucked his accomplice. I made a great new friend. And I feel confident that he thinks the same about me. Not every day you meet a wicked accomplice who helps you fuck any young thing you want.
Accomplice phone sex keeps me living in a nice home. I live beyond the means for a girl like me. And by that, I mean a girl without a traditional high school education and no college. A girl who’s hustled all her life to survive. Being the accomplice is just a new side hustle. But a profitable one.
Jeremy needed me for a special covert mission. And he worked out all the details in his head. However, he just needed an accomplice to assist him in his endeavor. My former master referred him to me. So, I knew I had to take him on as a client. I may have bought my freedom from my former master, but he still scares the shit out of me. And I’m only still breathing because I found a way to become useful to him once I aged out.
Although I did buy my freedom one little pussy at a time, he granted me my freedom with the condition that I would help him or his friends when asked. So, I helped Jeremy. The first thing I needed to accomplish involved finding an in with his ex-wife, the mother of their daughter.
The courts granted her full custody of their daughter because daddy got caught diddling the neighbor girl. And that led to a short jail stent and a lifetime on the brat offender list. His wife used that to get full custody of their daughter with no visitation rights for daddy the pervert.
So, I used one of my phony babysitter phone sex profiles and managed to get a gig watching his brat while his ex-wife went out with some other guy. It took three weeks to get the gig for my client. However, he seemed patient. I told him I needed to drug his baby girl though. Because she could not recognize him or he would end up in prison for decades. He utilized my knowledge. And I did what I always do for men who want to fuck little boys or girls that I babysit.
I drugged the brat, put a plastic tarp underneath her and texted him when he could come fuck his baby girl. At first, I thought he might go gentle on her because they share blood. But he fucked her like a man out for revenge. He took out his frustrations with his ex on her baby girl pussy. He destroyed that little pussy. But thankfully she slept right through it. She looked like a limp little ragdoll on his cock. She just laid there on her princess bed while daddy pumped her full of cum.
She looked like a teen rape porn star in the aftermath. I cleaned off his dick with my mouth and then I sucked his cum out of her swollen little pussy. I used an ice pack to get the swelling down and I douched her little cunnie to wash away daddy‘s DNA. She never woke up. I don’t mean I killed her. I just mean she didn’t wake up while daddy force fucked her little hole.
Mommy decided to spend the night with her date and extended my stay. Perfect for me. I showered the little girl in the morning to get her ready for school. Gave her some cranberry juice because she complained that it burned when she peed. I know exactly why that little pussy hurt. But she had no memory of the evening.
I dropped her off at school and I went home. And I know if mommy takes her to the doctor for her little sore cunt, she’ll never be able to find me. I made great money. And I satisfied my former master. So, I live another day to be somebody else’s accomplice too.
I’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.
And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.
He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.
I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.
You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.
But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.
My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.
Being part of the bad babysitter phone sex club, I find enjoyable. Honestly, desperate couples hire anybody. I have several different profiles on babysitting sites and I list myself as more of a last-minute babysitter. You know when plans fall through with the regular sitter, I can be the fill in. My profile comes with excellent fake references that can be verified. And pictures of me looking drastically different from my normal platinum blonde big titted looks.
When Oliver called me, he told me he wanted a boy butt this time. Last time he hired me, we took a little girl cherry. He loved it so much. But now he wants to try a young boy ass. I don’t judge. All I do is take their money and find them the little victims of their choice.
And I searched for a few days, then saw an ad to watch a young boy that fit my client’s wants. Now I don’t book every job I apply for, but I book most of them. And after a lengthy vetting process, this couple hired me to be their relief babysitter.
And last night, my client used a young boy as his private ass rape porn star. Like always, I drugged the boy’s warm milk that he drinks before bedtime. That would ensure he would sleep through the action. And with boys it seems much easier to hide evidence of an assault. If I’m your accomplice, I will take care of all the cleanup. Once the boy appeared knocked out cold, I put a tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Never need to worry about cum stains on the sheets or their mattress.
And after he fucked that little boy ‘s ass, I gave the boy a douche to flush out the DNA. Now his butt did look battered. That happens when a grown man fucks a young boy’s butt. Or a young girl’s butt. But I have explanations for everything. The boy woke up constipated, and he struggled to poop. But he finally did, and that will explain his sore butthole when he wakes up.
A boy that age can’t articulate to his parents that he’s constipated. Plus, a young boy gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and rarely remembers it. Besides, if anybody gets suspicious, they’ll be looking for a babysitter who’s a ghost. She does not exist. I know people. Traveling in the snuff world that I do, I’ve made many contacts including ones who know how to erase my online presence and supply me with enough fake IDs to take care of all the men who want to fuck some young little girl or a boy.
I’m the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. Truly I am. My client enjoyed fucking that boy ass for a solid hour. Then he left and I cleaned up the mess. Parents came home and found their little angel still sleeping soundly. They paid me and I left. I don’t babysit for the money that the parents paid me. However, I do babysit for the money, the clients who want to fuck a young girl or boy pay me. None of these brats will ever remember what happened to them. And the parents, if they even get suspicious that something nefarious happened on my watch, can never find me.
I would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.
I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?
If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.
Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.
In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.
Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.
I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.
And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.
But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.
I enjoy medical fetish phone sex calls. When I lived my life completely as a submissive whore, many men enjoyed using speculums on me and torturing my girl parts. Some of it I enjoyed. However, most of it exceeded my pain threshold. Now that I live my life mostly as a switch and an accomplice I enjoy exploring medical fetishes with submissive men.
I met Alex at the strip club last year. We’ve been on a few paid dates if you get my drift. But I’ve never fucked Alex. And I never will. He doesn’t pay me to fuck me, but he does pay me for cock and ball torture. Perhaps, you could call Alex a CBT junkie. He always seems to be chasing his next high. We went from ball kicking in the VIP room to using sounding devices lubricated with Ben Gay in his own macabre medical room.
Alex told me he recently turned 35. So, I’m not much older than him. However, he became a millionaire last year when he sold an app to a company. So, I call him boy genius. Big tech mind. But with all that money, he doesn’t want to buy girls to fuck him. He just wants to buy girls for extreme cock and ball torture sex.
So last night, I met him at his place, and we went to his recreated medical room. When I saw the speculums, I thought he might want to explore my pussy. But he wanted me to explore his ass. Cranked it open as wide as I could and put my arm all the way inside of him. Kinky. But he paid me for a job and I planned on delivering.
So, after he ate my pussy for a solid half hour and even worshiped my ass, I got him on the patient’s table. I dipped the speculum in Ben Gay and made him get into the downward dog position on the medical table.
I cranked his ass open wide. Turned it into the Grand Canyon. While cranked up, I managed to get most of my arm up his ass. Now, I do enjoy fisting men. But this marked the first time I ever put my entire arm up a man’s ass. I scraped the inside of his ass with my long red fingernails too. Since he told me the first night, we met at the strip club, that he considers himself the biggest pain slut in the world, I knew he could handle a few scrapes.
I do believe the Ben Gay hurt him. It burned through his ass. I made him my ass rape porn star. After I finished torturing his asshole, I used a sounding device on his pee hole. And of course, I kicked him in the balls some more, squeezed his balls and made him worship my pussy and ass some more too. Getting paid this much money to torture a man’s ass and his cock, and balls seemed like easy money to me. I’m really letting this domination side of me flourish.
Accomplice phone sex I find thrilling. Mainly because they focus on somebody else and not me. Of course, I help men, but I no longer take the brunt of the abuse. When I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time for my former master, I never thought I would end up as a professional accomplice. I told myself back then I just did it for my freedom. And this constituted a fight for survival. But honestly, I like it. Not sure if I always liked it. But at some point, I came to enjoy kidnapping young sweet girls for dirty men like you.
Friday night, I helped Charlie out. For decades, he fantasized about fucking some super young girl who would feel incredibly tight on his dick. However, Charlie lacked the balls to do it himself. And since he has the means to hire somebody, he hired me. And I understood the assignment. Bring him a cute young, untouched schoolgirl. And schoolgirls seem more challenging to lure away than teenage girls. But I can handle it. I possess many tricks in my bag.
If Charlie wanted to make a teen rape porn, I would find him the perfect star. One of my many skills involves patience. I can look around until I find the perfect specimen for my client and that’s what I did. For days I watched people at the park until yesterday, I finally found a young little blonde girl, cute too, playing by herself. Her handler seemed incredibly distracted by a cute boy. I needed to drug this one just because she might be too young to buy any of my bogus stories.
So, I used chloroform on her and stuffed her tiny body into my big stroller and walked right out of the park with her. Then I stuck her in my trunk and drove over to Charlie’s lake house. Nice home. Off-season though so I didn’t see too many people there. And that’s likely why Charlie picked this location. He seemed very happy with the little girl I kidnapped for him. I knew he wanted to fuck her. So, I ripped her clothes off and got behind the camera. And when I said action, Charlie pulled his cock out. And it looked ready for a tight hole.
She started to wake up, so I drugged her again. I couldn’t have her screaming bloody murder. Nor did I want her to identify us. We did not plan on killing this one. Just exploring Charlie’s rape phone sex fantasies with her tiny little body and her tight little holes. She never experienced a lucid moment during the fucking. Just a few intelligible words and some moans while my client rag doll fucked the little bitch. Clearly a virgin because she bled like a stuck pig.
My client didn’t last long. It took me longer to kidnap a girl than it did for him to fuck her. I disposed of her body somewhere she would be found. She won’t remember what we did to her. However, my client will never forget what he did to that little girl. I gave him a taste for what it feels like to be a real P man. And he loved it so much he wants to do it again next week. Well, I will help him if he pays me. I take anybody down that rabbit hole of sweet young pussy for the right price.
Somebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.
Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.
But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.
However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.
But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.
Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.
So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.
But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.
