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Torture Sex Holidays

torture sexTorture 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?

Tis the Season to Make Snuff Porn

snuff pornHe 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.

Do You Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies?

rape phone sex fantasiesRape 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

violent phone sexViolent 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.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

killer phone sexDo 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.

Ass Rape Porn is For Small Dick Losers Too

ass rape pornI am a sexy switch. Normally, I am a man’s ass rape porn star. But size matters too me. I am a size queen. Years of being a fucking whore has exposed me to a lot of dick. I will not let some shrimp dick loser try to dominant me. I enjoy small dick humiliation and I enjoy fucking a loser’s ass. If I am fucking your ass, it will hurt. It is something I only do to the biggest losers. This jack ass Terry thought he could fuck me with his shrimp dick. When I laughed at him and told him he had nothing to fuck my ass with, he called me names. I can handle some name calling. What I cannot handle is some tiny dick loser trying to fuck my ass with his pinky, LOL. This little troll got some anal torture sex to remind him that I do not let men with small dicks fuck any of my holes. I tied Terry to a chair, put a spreader bar between his legs and rammed a hot poker up his ass. He screamed in agony and begged for mercy. I told him he should have thought about that before he tried to shove his worthless dick in my hot ass. I squeezed his testicles too. Twisted them almost all the way off. What a fucking loser. He messed with the wrong girl. Sure, he saw a tall blonde bimbo and knew my history with some masters, but he was out of his league trying to fuck me. He thought he could make me an anal slave for his clit stick. Instead, he became my ass slave. I ruined his ass. I busted his nuts too. I could have killed him. Maybe I should have. It would have been a worthy first kill. I wanted him to forever remember, however, that he needs a dick to fuck a woman in the ass or call the shots.

It is the Time for Cannibalism Phone Sex

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is popular this time of year. Many men want a special meal for the day. When he picked me up hitchhiking, he told me I looked good enough to eat. I thought it was a joke. You know just a silly saying. But he meant it. He planned on eating me. I was clueless about his plan until we were back at his farmhouse. He made an excuse about needing gas, and I was naïve enough to believe him. I came inside and got a creepy feeling. The farm smelled like death. There were pots on the stove brewing something sinister. I tried to flee, but he blocked me. He choked me until I passed out. I woke up bound and gagged. I had been stripped of all my clothes. My hair was covered in goop, which turned out to be something to strip my hair of dyes. My tongue and belly button rings were removed. He had cut out my saline bags too. I was in pain and scared for my life. What was happening to me? I asked him what his plan for me was, and he said I was going to be dinner for him and his family. He added that a bimbo like me was more useful in death than in life. I almost pissed myself. He started rubbing olive oil all over my body. He told me the key to a perfect meal was all in the seasoning. This guy was going to cook me alive and eat me. I saw the huge fire pit outside the door. He planned on roasting me over an open flame like I was a pig at a luau. I was bound tight. No way I was I was escaping until he shit me out the next day. Do you have taboo phone sex fantasies about eating human flesh? Now is the time to explore.

He Said I Looked Like a Snuff Sex Doll

snuff sexHe said I had a body for snuff sex. I thought he was joking. He was not my master. He was not some guy I met in a BDSM club either. He was the janitor at my gym. I told him he was out of his league with me. I am a blonde goddess. I do not fuck the help. Now, I did not say that too him, but I thought it. I did tell him he was out of his league though. I guess he let the comment ruminate for a few days, because the next time I was at the gym, he was waiting for me in the locker room. It was close to closing time, so there were no other women in the club. I like to go late at night because it is mostly men, and I can work out and pick up a guy. The lowly janitor cornered me in the shower. I had already dressed in my club dress because I was going out afterwards. He had other plans for me. He cornered me against the shower wall and started hitting me with his mop stick. It was like a blue-collar caning. I was not letting a janitor explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me. He did not care what I wanted. I fought, but he was stronger. He rammed that mop handle up my ass and dumped the dirty water on my head. He laughed as I bled and grimaced at the dirty water. He told me I was not so high brow now. I slipped on the water, landing on the shower floor. He pulled the stick out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. I wanted to die. The help was fucking my ass. He was slamming my face down on the floor that was mixed with my blood and the dirty mop water. I felt so violated. He just laughed telling me I was as dirty as him now.

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Club

babysitter phone sexI am an official member of the bad babysitter phone sex club! Since I was freed from my master a few months ago, I have been making money helping men fuck tender age girls. The kind of girls that men pay top dollar for. As long as I am in the sex trafficking business, I never have to hook or strip again. I made great money off my body, but nothing like I can make off girls a quarter of my age or younger. I have men now coming to me with requests. This guy I met on the dark net heard I could help him procure a super young girl. Like my callers, he has rape phone sex fantasies for sweet young girls. I know just how to get girls too. I get better at procuring young flesh each time too. I am a flesh peddler. A P accomplice who believes in profit over people, especially young bratty people! My client wanted a little black girl. Most want little white princesses, but he wanted a hood rat. That was easy to do. I stand out as a buxom, tall blonde in the hood, so I put on a wig and dark shades and found a home with a strung-out mommy. I just took the little nigger cunt right of her bed. The police never look for missing jungle bunnies. I hand delivered the package to my client and took his payment. He let me stay and watch the fun. The little girl was cute. She had some chubby cheeks and a little pot belly. She was very submissive. She did not have much fight in her, which I will admit was disappointing. I like it when they fight. He fucked her pink cunt and ass for hours. She cried. That aroused us both. She called us white devils too as I held her down and he got his money’s worth fucking her holes. I filmed it because teen rape porn is profitable too. He buried her dead body in the woods. She will just be another missing hood rat no one cares about. What kind of tender age cunt can I get for you?

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI love being an accomplice phone sex partner. I am a sexy switch. I love to make men happy however I can, even if that means bringing them a sweet young piece of meat. Men love me because I help them. It is much easier for a woman to lure a girl away. I can be the babysitter or the mom’s friend. I can even say I work for a modeling agency. I have even used the line that I need help finding my lost puppy. Girls are taught to fear men, not women. That is not fair to their little girls, because women are predators too. Most are predators to help a man. I love John. I will do whatever he wants. He knows he has me too. He exploits my need for him, and he tests me. Last night was a test. He wanted a blonde, blue-eyed little girl. I went to the mall and brought him back one. He was not happy because she was Latina. She was blonde but brown eyed. I told him I did not have much time to get him just what he wanted. I focused on the blonde. He was not happy. He punched me. He then explored his rape phone sex fantasies on that poor little girl like a vicious wild animal. My nose was bleeding, and I felt badly. I failed him. He was mad and that little Mexi-Cunt was gonna pay with her life. I was grateful, however, that he just punched me. Because he snuffed her out. He fucked her holes up first. Likely gaped and mutilated them with his huge dick. He choked her as he called her racist names and fucked the shit out of her. I was crying. She was screaming. I thought all I was going to get was that punch to the face, but after he made me bury the little girl I kidnapped for him, he made me dig my own grave. I am still so scared.