Do you have violent phone sex fantasies? I want to be your victim or accomplice. I was born to die but I like being an accomplice, especially if I get to help you force fuck a young little girl. Adam wanted to fuck me, but he gas lighted me. He used his sexy charms and big cock to make me fall in love with him. After weeks of fucking him like a dirty porn star and being treated like a princess, he told me he needed my help. He said if I loved him, I would do it for him. He wanted proof of my love. That proof was helping him fuck my neighbor’s very young daughter. I should have seen it coming. He asked about her several times when she was over once on one of our early dates. He was duping me. Using me. He never wanted me. He wanted access to a young girl I knew. I was hooked. I had to help him. I asked if she could spend the night one night. Her parents love me. I am a backup babysitter. I drugged her with a cocktail and my boyfriend came over. I felt bad at first. Bad because I was used, and I like Ashleigh. She is a cute girl. A nice girl. But my men come before friends and family always. I am loyal and obedient. So, I watched him molest my young neighbor girl. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for young girls? They are just fuck meat ripe for the taking according to my master. My boyfriend fucked my neighbor girl hard, but I had to clean up the evidence. My loyalty is to my master always. Life masters and phone masters, I obey. So, if you want to rip apart some young cunt, I promise to be a good accomplice for you.
Are you watching the Super Bowl? Did you know today is the number one day in sex trafficking and snuff sex. More girls are hired to service men during the Super Bowl than any other day. This year is no different. I had to help my master get these young girls ready to perform. I had a couple Asian girls, a Russian doll, a Scandinavian princess, some illegal barrio girls and a couple white girls. My master traffics girls. I only recently found out. He was making sure I was loyal enough before bringing me in to help. I did not realize he was grooming me to be his accomplice phone sex partner. I feel badly for these girls. Some were sold to men by their own parents, most were kidnapped. They arrived to master today in a storage container in the back of a U-Haul truck driven across country. They were given heroin to sleep through the ride. They were filthy and string out. If I did not bring them to life, I would be in the container with them on the way back to where they came from. I showered them, fed them and dressed them like living dolls. They will be servicing all the men master invited over to his Super Bowl party. I am no longer needed. Thankfully, I turned them from dirty strung-out whores into pretty princesses. They will soon be strung out whores again. I watched a few girls get gang banged and turned into ass rape porn stars. It is survival of the fittest. I need to turn other girls out if I want to live. I have been in their place, but I aged out for men. Now, I am the assistant. I am the groomer. I can deliver you any kind of girl you want.
I hate watching ass rape porn with men. They always get horny and start eying me up and down. I have this occasional fuck buddy I hook up. We fuck but mostly we get high together. He is not a dominant guy. It is an equal sort of thing. I hang with him because it is a nice break from all the rough sex with other men. That all changed the other night. I do not know what changed. He was a different man. Maybe it was the strand of weed he was toking. We put in this porno flick. It was a blonde girl getting ass fucked by several black men. Suddenly, he was on me. Not in a playful way. Not in a sweet way. He was just on top of me pinning me down to the ground. He ripped my clothes off and tried to force his dick inside my pussy. The problem was his dick was too small. I laughed. I do not know why I laughed. I know better. I fuck a lot of black guys. I am not like exclusive or anything. My laugh pissed him off in a way I have never seen him pissed off before. He smacked me across the face and rammed his fist up my cunt. He called me a nigger loving bimbo as he pumped his first in and out of my pussy, tearing my pussy open. I was crying in pain. I never saw this coming from my mild-mannered fuck party buddy. I was begging for forgiveness, but he did not care anymore. He grabbed the candle stick off the coffee table and jammed it in my ass. He sodomized me with a candle stick while fisting my cunt. If Clue were a torture sex game, I was playing it. It was a macabre game of violence and torture. I was supposed to be on a break from that, but such is the life of a taboo whore.
Taboo phone sex fantasies are why I am here. You are not the only one with sick fantasies. I did not always have such perverted and fucked up fantasies, but decades of abuse and being some one’s bitch has changed my outlook on life. A few years ago, I happened upon a 90s movie called Boxing Helena. It has been masturbation fodder for me ever since. Do you know the movie? It is a strange movie about obsession. A man covets a woman so much, he dismembers her and keeps her in a box under his bed. She can never leave him with no limbs. Since seeing that movie, I have had torture sex fantasies about a man dismembering me. I want to be coveted so much that a man would go to such extremes to make sure I would never leave him. I think deep down inside I know no man would ever want me that much. No man would ever go to such measures for me, a blonde bimbo. They might, however, do it to hurt me. Think of me as your sex doll. You can fuck me when ever you want, any one of my three holes. You can take my arms and my legs, so I will never flee. I am yours forever, for better or worse. Kept right under your bed for whenever you need to use me.
I hope you have killer phone sex fantasies. I was born to die. I watched the Hostel movies last night. I was working and snowed in anyway. With the virus still looming, none of my fetish clubs were open. So, I had a horror festival at home. The Hostel movies make my cunt wet. I masturbated all night thinking of being kidnapped and given to men who would sell me to the highest bidder for depraved torture. I know most girls my age would never want to be ravaged and destroyed physically but I am not like most women. I have deep dark fantasies about torture sex. In this one scene in the movie, a young Asian girl is getting mutilated. Her face disfigured, taking away her beauty. Folks were having limbs sawed off by chainsaws. A guy was gutted like a pig. And all of it made my pussy wet. When you kill me, promise me it will be violent and painful. I want to suffer the entire time. I want to be alive while my insides are in a pile on the floor between my legs. I know you want to do that to me too. I will scream, cry and beg for mercy, but I know you will show me none.
It is always snuff sex with most of my callers. I just die a different way every day. When he calls, I know I am going to die in a cleaver yet painful way. It was a snuff auction. I did not want to be there. Of course, I did not think I deserved to be there either. Me and a several other blonde bimbos were auctioned off for death. When he bought me, I got sassy. I asked why me. He smacked me. Many times, hard across the face and across the tits. I continued to get sassy until he broke me with his slaps. I just wanted to survive. I was fighting for my life. I know I have not lived a pure life. I have done some things wrong, but this guy was just wanting to torture me for fun, not punishment. Well maybe some punishment. I was a mouthy bitch. Tit torture sex was getting him off. He was smacking my tits, tying them up and using them like boxing bags. I was tied up, with a noose around my neck. I was on a platform for everyone to see too. A public execution with torture first. He choked me, slapped me, electrocuted me too. He was getting off on my body convulsing. I was drooling and turning colors. I was scared. He was destroying my body with a paddle and his bare hands. Just another blonde bimbo dead for amusement.
Babysitter phone sex fantasies get me worked up. I can be a good accomplice too. I have done some bad things as a babysitter. During the pandemic, I picked up some nanny gigs while the strip club was shut down. I am not qualified for much. I do not fit into the traditional workforce. And girls who look like me, do not work at Walmart. I cleaned up. Toned down my bimbo looks. Folks were desperate for care and they did not research me well. One of the gigs involved this barely teen girl. Many of the charges I watched were younger, but this super young teen girl was so sexy in a Lolita way. I needed money and I knew this guy who liked Lolita looking girls. I prepared a special drink for her while he rushed over. She was passed out before he arrived. I poked at her. Lifted her arms, even took her clothes off. She was down for the count. He wanted to fuck all her holes. He gave me an envelope full of cash and I showed him to her room. He fucked her. He fucked her good and she did not move. It was like having sex with dead bodies he said. And he liked it. He got to fuck jailbait flesh. He fucked her pussy and her ass. He got a sort of necrophilia affect too. She was not cold, but she was lifeless. He took her cherry. I cleaned up the mess. And boy was there a mess. I licked up all the blood and cum. I washed her shit and blood stained sheets. I washed away the DNA and mess from her skin and cleaned her fuck holes. I dressed her in her night clothes. Her parents came home, paid me and I left that little angel sleeping, clueless about what happened to her. I never worried about the parents because I was using a fake ID. I am a smart accomplice phone sex partner despite my looks.
I want to explore your taboo phone sex desires with you. I have so many dark desires that make my bald cunt wet. Vampires turn me on. I love a hot Gothic tale. I like torture fantasies too. Make me beg for my life. Sexually mutilate me. Dismember me too. The more violent, painful and bloody, the wetter the pussy. Home invasion and kidnapping fantasies? Hell, yes to those kinds of dark fantasies too. Honestly, I am just a dark woman. You never have to worry about me not complying with your violent fantasies. I was born to serve. I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born with a collar around my neck and the only thing in my mouth was a cock. From the moment I came into this world, I was guzzling cum. When men ask me what my favorite fantasy is, I always struggle because so many things get me off. If I had to answer that question, anything involving rape phone sex fantasies would be my answer. I do love being force fucked in all my holes. Not that you can force fuck the willing, but it is fun to pretend to not want it! Whatever your kinky desires are, I will be your taboo whore.
I made a resolution to bring you more murder phone sex fantasies this year. If 2020 taught me anything, it is that you guys need to kill and torture a blonde bimbo. It is better and cheaper than therapy. I love being the star of your snuff fantasies. I died thousands of ways last year and my goal is to die a few more thousand ways this year. Something is wrong with me, I know. I am a pretty girl. I am smarter than my Bimbo looks suggest too. I never have a problem getting a man or making friends. People like me. Maybe more men than women like me, but very few folks know the dark fantasies I harbor. It likely goes back to daddy. As much as I fought to reinvent myself, I only get off to rough and violent sex. I am attracted to sadistic men who harbor dark secrets. My daddy had dark secrets. I have been forthright about how him and his buddies abused me when I was young. I was not out of high school yet and I was a gangbang rape porn star. Most people assume I ran away because daddy was force fucking me several times a day. That was part of it, of course. But the main reason was because I discovered daddy’s dark secret. The house I grew up in belonged to my grandparents and had a bomb shelter behind the garage. Daddy told me it was not safe, and he would tear the skin off my ass if he ever caught me going down there. I got scared one day when I was home alone, and the tornado warning went off. I was mortified. Shackles built into the concrete, food in dog bowls, no light, creepy crawlies and an emaciated girl in a locked cage. The worse part was the big vat of lye. Daddy was kidnapping girls, doing sick shit to them and getting rid of the evidence right under my nose. I wanted to free the girl, but I feared my daddy’s wrath. I always regretted leaving her to die, but I ran away the next week. Now here I am 20 years later wanting to explore your killer phone sex fantasies. Therapists say girls want men like their fathers.
I enjoy a good kidnapping phone sex fantasy. Do you? So much variety. One of my favorites is when I am out somewhere like jogging or coming back from the mall and I get taken in broad daylight. I did one the other night that left my pussy dripping. I was taking back some Christmas gifts and I was unaware I was being stalked. I am never sure when guys are checking me out unless they are blunt. I was at my car opening the trunk when I realized some one was behind me. He pushed me into my trunk and drove off in my car. I was fighting and screaming. I was being kidnapped in my own car. It felt like an eternity in that trunk. When we stopped, I started pounding on the trunk and yelling, hoping some one would hear me. No one would hear me. We were in the middle of nowhere. He dragged me out of my trunk, across the gravel road and into the rundown shack. It looked like something out of an 80s horror summer camp movie. It felt like one too. He tied me to the bottom of a bunk bed. The mattress smelled of mold and piss. He left me there and came back later with some men. They did not speak to me directly. They talked about me like I was not there. They were negotiating prices. It was a bidding war. I feared this was a sex trafficking scheme. A price was reached, and I was handed over to a fat foreign man. He immediately shoved me on my knees and forced his fat hairy dick in my mouth. I was crying and struggling, but he bought me to force fuck me. He was not the only one either. All day long my kidnapper took money from men who paid to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with me. I was sodomized, fucked and covered in cum. Some men were rougher than others. Most of them slapped me around and called me names. I tried to escape in my head, but the reality was too bleak to forget. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and I think it is certain that I am here to stay. My life will never be the same. I am now nothing more than a sex slave.
