I made his rape phone sex fantasies come true New Year’s Eve. I was all glammed up and working at the strip club on New Year’s Eve. I met this guy who wanted to keep partying with me. I did not know him. He was not a regular at the club, but on holidays we get lots of new guys. Out of town travelers, lonely hearts guys and the like. He was handsome and seemed rich. He paid a lot of money for the VIP room with me. I figured he was stressed out by the holidays and wanted to party with a sexy blonde stripper. I took him home with me because he told me he was staying at his parents’ home for the holidays. I was dumb to let a stranger in my house. The moment I opened the door, he shoved me inside with such force that I fell on my foyer floor. He took his coat off and got on top of me to pin me down. I was scared. I did not know him, and his personality did a 180 on me. He started calling me names. He ripped my clothes off, smacking my face and my tits. He bit my left tit so hard that he drew blood. I was foggy from hitting my head on the floor. I tried to fight him, but he was too strong. I could not over power him. He shoved fingers in my cunt and ass. He laughed that I was not that tight. When he shoved his dick into my cunt, he choked me. My pussy was not tight enough for him, so he made me an ass rape porn star. He fucked my ass with his cock and his fist. That gaped my asshole. By the time he was done, I was black and blue, and bleeding from my asshole. Not the New Year I envisioned.
Snuff porn is more popular doing the winter months. Not sure why, but I have been busy helping men find the perfect victims to fuck and snuff. The word has spread that I am a great accomplice. It is true. I went from victim to accomplice, but not quickly. I was a lowly slave for two decades. I bought my freedom from my owner by bringing him sweet tender age girls to destroy. I told myself it was what I needed to do to stay alive. Survival of the fittest, right? Over time, I grew to like it. The world needs fewer teen sluts. I have good skills at luring young girls away from their flock and straight to their death. I know what my clients like. I also know how to lure a girl into danger. Young schoolgirls do not look at me and have stranger danger. They see a tall pretty woman and believe my bullshit about being a model or talent scout. I lured a shy girl away from the mall last night and straight to her death. I played to her insecurities. The skills I have in making young girls feel safe and special, is what makes me the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. This blonde girl was a bit chubby and awkward. I bonded with her and convinced her I could take her from a caterpillar to a butterfly with a make-over. I took her to my client’s remote fishing cabin. This time of year, we could drop her in a fishing hole and she would decay before spring. My client fucked the shit out of her. He loved it too. He popped her cherry because there was blood all over his dick. He fucked her like a rag doll. Once he nutted inside of her, he slit her throat. It was a quick kill but a slow death. That little whore took hours to bleed out. He fucked her until she was dead, then he fucked her some more. I did good. He said I was the best accomplice ever.
He wanted to make a snuff porn for Christmas. I had to do some fancy talking to convince him that a much younger model would be more profitable and fun for him. He agreed to spare my life if I brought him something very young to play with for his home movie. This time of year, brats are everywhere because they are on winter break. I went to the mall and lured a young teen away from her pack. I convinced her to come with me. It never amazes me how trusting some of these hot teen sluts can be. While in the car, I stabbed her in the leg with a hypodermic needle filled with something to make her sleep. A passed out snuff sex star is much easier to handle. She was me 20 years ago. A young teen girl full of hope and potential. Tight holes, naturally bald pussy and a pink puckered asshole. Unlike me, however, she was not going to see Christmas. My guy was very pleased with my present to him. He told me I was a genius for suggesting a much younger model. She was sexy as fuck and jail bait as fuck too. She started to wake up, but by that time, she was tied up and not going anywhere. I shoved my soiled panties in her mouth to shut her the fuck up when she started screaming. Damn, she was a screamer too. My guy fucked her. Her mouth and pussy were damaged by the time he was done fucking her holes. I filmed the teen rape porn for him. He put his hands on her throat and violently choked her out while he fucked her. She was fucked to death, and I caught her last breath on film. It was his Christmas present from me. Now, what can I bring you for Christmas.
He wanted to have sex with dead bodies. The problem was I was still living. I have necrophilia fantasies, but I did not want to die, not really die. He gave me an option. If I wanted to live, I had to bring him something young to play with; something he could kill and fuck once dead. I used to feel guilty about leading the lambs to slaughter, but it is survival of the fittest. My will to live knows no boundaries. I went to the mall and looked for a cute young blonde girl for him. He likes them in their young teens. I found one alone with no pack of mean girls in tow. I used a line on her to lure her to my car where I whacked her on the back of the head. I shoved her in my trunk and drove to where he was waiting. This was like a Christmas offering to him. When his urges are dark and strong like they were last night, I need to deliver a product pronto or I am the one he is violating for his next snuff porn. He was very happy with the girl I selected for him. She was scared. She pissed herself in my trunk. I pulled her out of the trunk and delivered her to her death. He wanted to play with her first. He has a cruel side. He slapped her around, humiliated her by making her eat his dirty ass and drink his hot piss. Then he force fucked all three of her holes. Slid his big cock in her tiny ass and cunnie. She bled like a stuck pig. She was a virgin. He strangled her while he fucked her. He claimed he could feel the moment she died on his dick. He is a necrophiliac and I am his accomplice. I bring him live bodies to fuck and kill. The more I help him, the more I enjoy necrophilia phone sex too.
Do the holidays bring out your murder phone sex fantasies? They do most men. I met this man at the mall last week. He seemed flustered shopping. I thought I was being nice by offering to help him shop for the special lady in his life. Sometimes, men need help picking out the perfect gift for their significant other. He was handsome. He seemed like a typical white-collar man in love. He was dressed nice, but he was not wearing an Armani suit or anything. We walked around the mall, and I helped him get the perfect gift for his love. He was going to get her a juicer. I saved his marriage. He asked me for a drink to say thanks. I thought he was harmless. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I was in his car with him when he tased me. I pissed his car seat and passed out. I woke up on the cold ground in the middle of the woods. I had no clue where I was. I thought maybe I was alone, but as soon as I sat up, he came running at me. He was waiting until I was awake to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. I was dumbfounded. He told me I was just dumb. He has no special lady. He explained that there is always some dumb bimbo offering to help him out. It is how he lures his victims. Brilliant like Ted Bundy. He did not look like a serial killer. He tore my holes up with his cock and his fists. Then he strangled me. I passed out, but I was not dead like he hoped. I tried to shallow my breathing and play dead. I am a good pain slut, so when he carved his knife in my flesh, I did not move. I played dead well enough that he left me. I will be the one who got away. My 9 lines though are coming to an end.
Torture sex films grow in popularity over the holidays. Hard to believe, isn’t it? I think it is all the stress facing guys. They need to take their holiday frustrations out on someone. I am used to being the target of men’s ire, but this holiday season I have been more the accomplice. I love bringing men something special for Christmas. Last night, I was a t a holiday party of sorts. I brought three young girls to this guy. He paid me. Do not judge me. I needed the money and there are young girls born daily, right? This guy I know wanted to give his clients something extra special for the holidays. He wanted to gift them a teen rape porn experience. I wanted to help him. I help him, he treats me well. I kidnapped the girls from the park. The babysitter was not paying close enough attention. She though she was safe in a fancy rich neighborhood park. I blended in as a mommy, snatched the girls up and delivered them to their death. I filmed the entire thing for my friend. It helps them relive the fun when they can watch what they did over and over again. I can convert the film into an 8MM film so no trace of it on phones or the cloud. These men each had a young girl to fuck and snuff. Each guy brutalized the holes of these sweet young things. They killed them differently, however. One guy stabbed his little whore to death. Another guy dismembered his victim. That was a bloody mess, but I cleaned it up. That is what the accomplice slaves do. They do all the messy work and take all the risks. The last guy beat his victim to death. He used a bat and bashed her brains out of her skull. Another mess for this accomplice phone sex partner. Better to be the crime scene cleaner than the victim though. What can I bring you for Christmas?
He wanted to make some snuff porn for the holidays. Sort of a naughty Santa thing. I thought I was going to be his star, but he wanted something much younger than me. I was able to find something he wanted. She was unattended at the mall. I suspect she just got lost as she was too young to be alone anywhere. I grabbed her and brought her to my client’s warehouse where he makes his deadly films. I felt guilty. She was a cute girl. It is the holidays, and it would be her last Christmas. Instead of being excited to see Santa, she was going to be terrified of him. But it is not my place to be a savior. I am an accomplice and in the snuff sex business it is the survival of the fittest. If I did not do my part, he would have killed me. He was dressed as Santa. He said he had investors and fat cats who pay good money for holiday porn. I strapped her down. He stripped her and fucked her while dressed like Santa. He tore her tiny holes up. Her little pussy was bleeding. Her little butthole was prolapsed. She was bleeding and crying. He was being a savage Santa to her tiny holes. I was turned on honestly, but guilt ridden too. She could have been me years ago. If my father had the contacts, he would have sold me for a snuff film too. He would have no remorse profiting off my body either. This guy was double dipping. He was streaming the snuff flick and participating in the death and destruction of a young little girl. He was loving it. He had no remorse whatsoever. I was paid for my assistance as the talent scout, so I felt less guilty holding that bag of cash. More girls will die before Christmas because he is on a 12 days of teen rape porn before Christmas marathon. I need to find him another angel for tonight.
Rape phone sex fantasies are okay with me. In fact, I like them. I encourage them. At least on the phone, I do. My daddy force fucked me all during my youth. So did his friends. When I ran away as a teen girl, I said no one would fuck me against my will again. That did not go so well for me. Men cannot control themselves around me. I bring out their animalistic desires. I was at a club last night with girlfriend. Last time I went clubbing, I was drugged, and gang banged. I decided to take a chance again. I figured lightening does not strike twice, right? Same club. But I knew the odds of anything bad happening again were slim to none. I was dancing with this one nerdy guy. He was a hot nerd. This asshole kept trying to push his way on to the dance floor with me. I told him he was being rude, and I was not interested. I was trying to avoid the bad boys. Bad boys never treat me well. I thought the jackass got the picture, but he followed me to the bathroom. It was an individual unisex bathroom and he pushed me in and locked the door. He said I needed to stop being a cock tease. I kneed him in the balls because I was not going to be a victim again. He slammed my head against the mirror, cutting my head. With blood trickling down my face, he pushed me up against the sink, yanked my panties off and shoved a bunch of fingers inside me. He shoved his dick inside my ass, choked me and fucked me savagely for 15 minutes. He left me with marks on my throat, cum in my ass and blood on my face. I was gone so long my nice guy was not in the club anymore. Even when I am trying not to be a taboo phone sex whore, bad boys find me. I do not think I am worthy of a good man. Do you?
Violent phone sex fantasies can be explored anywhere, even in the club. Last, weekend, I went out with my friends. I put on a slutty number to meet my girls. The club was packed. I had not seen it that packed in over a year. We were having fun, drinking fruity drinks, and dirty dancing. We got drunk too fast. Like someone spiked our Sex on the Beaches too fast. Last thing I remembered was dancing with my trainer. He was in the club too. The next thing I remembered was waking up naked with my girlfriends and my trainer on some concrete floor. I think we were in the basement of a church because there was an alter and stained-glass windows. The alter was covered with candles and a creepy skull that looked human. Next to the skull were candles, dildos, and torture devices. We saw a guy in a hooded executioner’s outfit. He told us all we were going to be gangbang rape porn stars. Our heads were pounding. My trainer, tried to fight him, but his skull got hit with a baseball bat. He must have been collateral damage because he was with us in the club and sharing my fruity spiked drink. Our captor brought in a bunch of men who were cloaked in similar fashion. We all got ass fucked. And not with cocks. We got anally fucked with fists, a fire poker, a cattle prod, baseball bats and a blow torch. My ass was so damaged it prolapsed. All our assholes looked like deformed, bloody roses. He made us suck on her each other’s prolapsed anuses too. It made me sick to violate my friends like that. We had burns too from the blow torch. They would not turn it on when they anally fucked us with it, but they would make sure it was hot enough to scald our assholes. For hours, we were violated worse than an ass rape porn star. Eventually, we got out, but barely. Now we have disfigured assholes and may never shit right again.
Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? Well, I do not. I talk a mean game, but I do not want to die. I love my life. Now, I never mind being your accomplice, but I am trying to leave my victim life behind me. It is not going well, however. I was with a group of guys over the weekend who asked me if I wanted to play Russian Roulette with them. I thought it was like Blackjack or something. I thought maybe they were inviting me to the casino to play some games of chance. Russian Roulette is a game of chance but not a game played in a casino. Not a game I ever want to play again either. These guys took me to some trailer in the middle of nowhere. It was a dingy trailer like something out of trailer park hell. It looked and smelled like a crack house. The furniture was like crappy even in the 70s. Burnt orange shag carpeting with green wallpaper. It smelled like death. Ass soon as I was like, I am calling an Uber and leaving, the men were no longer so nice. They jumped me and stripped me naked. They tied me up in a ball with my ass exposed. One of the guys pulled out a revolver and spun the chamber. There was one bullet in the chamber with the rest empty. He rammed the gun up my ass and clicked the trigger. I almost shit myself. I mean I had a 1 in 6 chance of dying like an ass rape porn star. He pulled the gun out of my ass, spun the chamber again, and shoved the gun down my mouth making me taste the shit, my shit. He pulled the trigger again, and it was blank, but I still pissed myself. No wonder that dingy trailer smelled like death. I am sure some other girl did shit herself before she died on the very floor I was on. I survived that macabre game of Russian Roulette on my fuck holes. I may not be so lucky the next time.
