Fantasy phone sex is what I do best. But some men have fantasies that are my reality. I had a brutal upbringing. What daddies fantasize about doing to their baby girls or other girls, my daddy did to me. I had a caller this week who wanted me to relive my violent past with daddy. I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as I choked up remembering the violence. I understand that my pain is your pleasure. That is the nature of this job. He asked me my earliest memories of abuse and what my father did to me first. The night my mother left us, my father was in my bedroom doing way more than just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his baby girl. I tried to pretend that I was sound asleep, but I could not pretend to be in a deep sleep while daddy’s dick ravaged my tiny holes. I was bleeding and crying. Screaming in pain. I was so loud; daddy shoved his crusty old boxer shorts in my mouth to muffle me. Later, he would graduate to a ball gag. My father was never a father to me. And when my mother left, that did not change. What changed was that I became his wife. I had to cook and clean. I had to service his cock. Not just his cock either. I had to service all his poker buddies and friends too. He kept me home from school when I got older because he was afraid, I might tell a counselor, or a friend and he would lose his cash cow. He pimped me out when I was barely a teen to settle his gambling debts. I eventually got too big to control and I ran away. Do I like talking about my youth? No. But I am a taboo phone sex slut, and it is part of the job.
Snuff sex was not even on my mind when I temped as a secretary last week. I have been supplementing my income with all sorts of gigs this past year. When I saw an ad for $3,000 for five days of answering phones, I thought hell yes. That is easy money. I can look good at a front desk. I can answer a phone sexy as fuck too. I should have known it was too good to be true. It was way too good to be true. The boss guy wanted a pretty bimbo, but not to answer phones. He wanted a pretty bimbo to slaughter. There was no one else in the office. It was him and me. I was duped. He tied me to an office desk and stripped me naked. With my big fake boobs exposed, he whipped them with his belt. He was slaughtering my tits. The big brass belt buckled slashed the tender skin on my breasts. Bright red blood streaks dripped down my stomach. He was just getting started. He whipped my cunt too. That belt buckle felt like being beat with cotton candy on my tits compared to what it felt like on my cunt. I was begging for mercy as the flesh on my pussy flew off in chunks. By the time he was done, my cunt looked like a grenade had exploded inside it. My pelvic bone was exposed. I was crying and convulsing. I think I went into shock from the pain. I was sitting in a pool of my blood and a pile of my flesh. Then he started punching me in the face. Broke my nose. My eyes swelled up so I could not see out of them anymore. I was coming in and out of consciousness. This was not worth the $3,000 if I survived. This was a snuff porn not a secretary gig. Sometimes, I am so dumb.
I love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.
I had a snuff porn audition this week. I was in front of three men telling them why I was the best woman for their movie. The director asked to see my boobs. He wanted to make sure they had some bounce and jiggle because there would be a lot of focus on my boobs. I unveiled my big tits and bounced to show that they jiggle. I was wet. I wanted this gig. It was a violent movie. The studio is known for the most realistic snuff films in the industry. I have waited a decade for an audition. The three men, the director, the lead executioner, and the producer all wanted to feel the goods. They wanted to hear me scream, so I let off a blood curdling scream that a scream queen would have made. I impressed them again and got the part. I started the next day. I quickly found out why their snuff movies are the most popular. They are not all fake. While I was looking for the little girl’s room, I went the wrong way and saw another film being made. I thought it was like the one I was making, but I saw a guy cut off a woman’s arm and blood splattered everywhere. She started convulsing like a woman in shock. Before she stopped convulsing, they took her other arm too. Then a guy gutted her like a wild animal. While she was shaking and convulsing, blood spewed everywhere. No one had seen me yet. This was real. I was not sure if mine was going to be fake or real, but I did not want to hang around and find out. This girl was dismembered, gutted, and fucked while some masked guy filmed it. I love snuff sex, but the simulated kind. I hustled to the bathroom and went out a window. I think if I had stayed for my filming time, I would not be here today. My dark desires are going to get me killed one day.
I have bloody phone sex fantasies. A violent, gory, and painful death is what I deserve. I am a useless whore. I bet you agree too. Look at me. Platinum blonde hair. Big fake boobs. Tramp stamp, tongue and clit rings too. I am a life-sized fuck doll. And I want to be used. Guys ask me all the time what my limits are. None that I have found so far is my standard response. The darker the better. I do accomplice and victim play. Although I have a switch side, I make a much better victim. When I met Taylor at the gym, I thought he was looking to date. He did not scream BDSM master to me. He was cute, and built but polite and unassuming. I wanted him to do violent things to me, but he did not seem the type. I was wrong. He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I did not have to bait him to bring out Dr. Jekyll either. The moment I stepped into his home, he collared and chained me. He told me he knew a good fuck doll when he saw one. My cunt was wet, and he could smell it too. He ripped my clothes off and held a knife to my throat. He told me one false move and he would slit my throat. I never saw this side of him at the gym. He is a gifted chameleon. He commented on my wet pussy and knew I was a pain slut. He carved his initials in my breasts making them bleed. He carved whore across my ass and laughed as I bled. I wanted him to fuck me, but when he did, I got more than I bargained for because he said he would not fuck a diseased bimbo with his cock. Instead, he stabbed my cunt with his knife, shredding my pussy. I think he ruined me for you.
He told me I had a body for snuff porn. I was not sure if I should be scared or flattered. He ordered me naked so he could inspect my body further. I did not know this man. I was sent to him by my master. My master owed him a debt, and I was suddenly realizing I might pay for his debt with my life. While I was on all fours awaiting something, he took his belt off and gave me 50 lashes. He told me I was no better than a nigger slave and that my looks and my body would never compensate for being a stupid bimbo. I started crying. Believe it or not, I am not as thick skinned as I appear. I can handle pain better than humiliation. I guess because my father was so cruel to me as a young girl. I am not the first pain slut and submissive whore with daddy issues. I will not be the last either. As he shamed me for being stupid and plastic, his dick grew bigger. He was able to multi-task because he skull fucked me while whipping my back and ass with his leather belt. He caused my skin to break and blister from the snap of the leather. The metal belt buckle left huge welts over my body. I was trembling in fear and shame, when he decided my ass would feel better than my mouth. He put his belt around my neck and tightened it, so I struggled to breath. While I was gasping for air and no doubt turning blue, he used me like an ass rape porn star. My asshole now hurt as much as every other inch of me. He brutalized my flesh and my ass for hours. I have a huge mark across my throat from his belt as well as gashes all over body. I need a new master. I am going to die soon if he keeps pimping me out to settle his debts.
My last date sent me to the ER. I am not a free woman yet, but I get on Fet Life and meet guys. I like bad boys. It is my curse. While I was at the hospital, I met another guy with a dark side. So dark, he took me to the morgue for sex with dead bodies. I did not go willingly. I thought he was a nurse coming in to set my cast on my arm. He told me we had to go to the basement for that. He wheeled me into the morgue. I knew we were there too. I could smell it. I felt sick and demanded to know what was going on. He slapped me across the face so hard I bit my lip. This was not a chance encounter. He was there as a warning from the guy who sent me to the ER. He pulled out the fresh corpse of a young blonde and fucked her while I watched. He made sure I knew that if I talked to the cops like this girl did, he would be fucking my dead body too. I am a kinky girl. I like pain, but I do not really want to die. I promised I would not say a word. I never do. Men beat me all the time and I say I fell if I end up in the ER. I did not want to be in the morgue any longer. I pleaded to go back to my room. He fucked a few more dead girls to make sure I understood my fate if I spoke to the police. Then he made me an accomplice by forcing me to lick his cum out of a dead girl’s cunt. Her skin was like ice to the touch. The smell of formaldehyde made me want to puke. I held it back and licked away the all his DNA that the dead girl’s cunt had in it. I got a cast on my arm, kept my mouth shut and lived to fuck another day.
Snuff phone sex gets me horny. I love watching bitches and bimbos like me getting snuffed out. I am on both sides of the snuff film industry. I have been the snuff star and I have helped acquire the talent. I am in my 30s now, so I am no longer a starlet. I have a deal with my master that once I bring him 100 young girls to snuff out on film, I can have my freedom back. I am almost halfway there. I am motivated to be a free whore. I am no longer riddled with guilt over luring young sluts to their death. It is survival of the fittest in the snuff porn world. I found two young Latina whores for him this week. Twin sisters. They were with a coyote who I was able to distract with my whore body. I drugged him and he passed out while fucking me. I then took his two little kidnapped bitches and brought them to my master. He loves race play. I have brought him little whores of all colors. He enjoys those puntas. They had been sold by their parents anyway, I likely just brought them to a sooner less torturous death. Master had a party, and they were the guest stars. A bunch of old white men violated their tiny holes. I am not a complete monster. I gave the gangbang twins some heroin to dull the pain. I filmed the show. They were passed around like candy, used in all their holes, choked, and slapped around. It was like a horror movie. Their little holes were obliterated to the point of gushing blood. If they had not been so fucking high compliments of my needle skills, they would have begged to be killed. Master and his pals came close to exterminating the brats, but I had to do the honors. He said if I want to make it out of the snuff movies, I cannot be afraid to get rid of the talent.
I am an ass rape porn star even when I do not want to be one. Most days, I do not mind giving up my ass. I love anal sex. But last night it was me and 10 men. I was trying to act like I was not in the mood for sex. I always am in the mood to fuck. I am just not always in the mood to be anally destroyed. They were friends of my boyfriend. They were over watching college basketball. I was hostess with the mostess. One of the guys spanked me across the ass and that is when it began. My boyfriend started bragging about my ass. He told his buddies that I have a big ass and it is still tight even though I am an anal whore. That conversation turned into a challenge to prove it and my boyfriend never backs down when challenged. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the couch and his friends made a gangbang rape porn movie with my asshole. Each guy took a turn pounding my ass and pumping it full of cum. They were drunk and high, so a few of them tried shoving two cocks in my ass at once. That fucking got my attention. I was crying, but the guys were enjoying sodomizing me. I was fuck meat. Just mindless entertainment and a place for the men to dump their seed. It felt amazing to be making my boyfriend’s friends feel good, but I will not lie. It hurt so much. My ass was prolapsing and gaping open. I knew I would not shit right again. I was not sure I would ever be tight again. When they could not cum anymore, they used their beer bottles instead. My ass was ruined over a challenge.
I love babysitter phone sex calls. I make a hot accomplice. I aged out for my master ions ago. He lets me fuck who I want but he still owns me. I am buying my freedom though one brat at a time. We have a deal. Once I bring him 100 young girls, I am a free woman. I still have 70 to go. He likes to keep them awhile before he get rids of them. He never truly gets rid of them though. It is not like he says, “Run on home to your mommy and daddy now.” They either die or are sold to a sex trader when their holes are too used up for him. I used to feel awful about it but then I realized it was them or me. And I deserve my freedom. I have paid my dues. I was a good slut and a good soldier. Now, I am earning my freedom one little slut at a time. I brought him a little one last night that he fell in love with. Apparently not so in love with that he would shave a few sluts off my goal though. She was super tiny. Younger than anyone I have taken yet. I made a bold move snatching her. She had a mother nearby. I jammed up the restroom door and snatched her from a mall bathroom. Luckily, the bathroom was close to the food court exit. I made it to my car undetected. I heard the amber alert, but they were looking for a plain Jane redhead, not a buxom blonde. I am a master of disguises. I drugged her in the car and hand delivered her to master. He fucked her before she even woke up. He could not wait to bust her cherry. She is pretty used up already, and it has only been a day and a half. I do not suspect she will be around much longer, so I am already scouting out my next brat who will get me closer to freedom.
