Do you need an accomplice phone sex partner? Trust me. I can be a great partner. I love helping master kidnap young girls. When he first ordered me to bring him home a younger version of me, I felt bad. I did not want some other girl enduring my kind of torment. I quickly realized it is survival of the fittest and if master was hurting some young girl, he was not hurting me. Trick or treating was over the weekend and I blended in. I dressed up as a witch and the little ones thought I was a mom with a little one. I walked right among them with no one feeling stranger danger. No one was really spread a part but they all had masks on of some sort. I found a cute girl I knew master would love. She had a sweet innocence about her. She was dressed up as Elsa from Frozen. When her big brother was distracted, I chloroformed her. Carried her to my car under my cape. No one noticed. Master was very pleased. I do not think I ever had seen him smile like that. He made me film it. This was like a teen rape porn but younger. I stripped her naked for master. He was jerking his cock in anticipation of feeling virgin blood on his cock again. I bleed but not virgin blood. That ship sailed decades ago. She started to wake up while his dick was popping her little cherry. She started crying and screaming for her daddy. Usually they scream for mommy. Master told her, “I’m your daddy now.” He looked so happy force fucking her tiny pink holes. She was tighter than I could ever be now. I was just happy to please my master. When I bring him something young and tender, he always rewards me well.
I am out of town for a snuff sex shoot. Been way too long since I have been able to do any fetish modeling. I am in Columbus, Ohio for a few days. I thought I would get out last night and see if I could get into any trouble. I love trouble. Ohio is not the kind of place you think about getting into trouble, but it is me. I am a hot blonde bimbo and trouble follows me. I went into this bar and even with my mask on, I stood out. Platinum blonde hair and almost 6 feet tall with heels on. All eyes were on me. I walked up to a bunch of bikers and said, “Who is buying me a drink?” They were fighting to buy me my first drink for the night. After a few rounds, I started dancing. I am a stripper too, so I do not dance like a good girl. The bikers got handsy, but that was what I wanted. Someone got rough. That was also what I wanted. Next thing I knew, I was naked, bent over a pool table getting sodomized by bikers like an ass rape porn star. Cum was filling up in my ass. They were pulling my hair and slapping my ass. Guys were shoving dicks in all my holes. It was a gang bang in a Columbus bar. I do not even think the bar had a name. Just some hole in the wall. They smacked me around, skull fucked me until I was gagging, and I almost never gag. When their dicks needed to recuperate, they fucked me with beer bottles and pool sticks. It was just the kind of trouble I was looking for. I lucked out that I met a bunch of under sexed bikers my first night out in ages.
I went to a torture sex party last night. I thought it would be Mickey Mouse shit compared to what I am accustomed to doing. I am a hardcore pain and bondage slut. Seriously, I can endure more than a covert spy in enemy territory. I was so cocky about my ability to handle pain, that I bragged. I even insulted some of the other pain sluts in attendance. That put a target on my back. I do not think that was my intention. I like to fly under the radar. One of the other pain sluts ratted me out which made the men in attendance determined to break my pain threshold. I was first up on the platform. For an hour, nothing hurt that bad. I was smacked and punched. Nipple clamps and some electric shock. I acted like it was the worse pain ever, but honestly, it was a far cry from painful. That was until this one guy stepped up to the stage. He was called The Punisher. I could not see his face. He had on an executioner’s mask. He strapped my arms down. He showed me a pair of pliers. Now, I was scared. My knees were knocking. I pissed myself too. I cried as he pulled my finger nails off. It was like shit straight out of a snuff porn. I was crying. Screaming. My threshold was found and surpassed. He did not stop there either. He branded me with a hot poker. His initials are forever burned into the flesh on my ass. The other pain sluts were not watching in fear. They were watching in joy as the cocky pain slut got knocked down a few pegs. Eventually, I passed out from the pain. I woke up in a pool of my own blood, piss and vomit having learned a valuable lesson. Never be cocky at a torture party.
I love taboo phone sex subjects like incest, rape fantasies, torture, bondage, water sports, furry friends and of course, snuff. I am not a vanilla girl. I am a subby slut on and off the phone. My master likes to pimp me out for men’s darker desires. I was rented for the night to Samuel who wanted a 24-hour slave. He paid handsomely for me, but of course I saw none of that money. Samuel was ready for my arrival too. His entire basement was a slave’s quarters. He threw me in a cage in his basement. I was in the dark with no food, water, or blanket. I had to pee and shit in the cage. I felt like a filthy animal. I wanted to puke. I deserved better than being a dirty caged animal denied basic necessities. When he let me out of the cage, I stood before him, naked, covered in my own waste. He used a cattle prod to shock me, which made me piss myself more. He crammed the prod up my ass until I shit the floor. He tortured me for what felt like an eternity until I collapsed in a pool of my own waste. I woke up back in the cage. I thought I would be home soon. It was just the beginning. Samuel turned a fire hose turn on me to wash away my stench. He yanked from the cage wet and scared and tossed me in a room. Waiting for me were about 50 men who sodomized me for hours. Ass rape porn stars could not handle what I endured. I was no longer covered in my own shit and piss, but I was covered in cum. I was never so glad for 24 hours to be over in my life. I am going to need a lot of time to recover.
Having rape phone sex fantasies is one thing. Being force fucked in the back of a dive bar like you are Jodie Foster in The Accused is something different. Most women have rape fantasies. It plays out much differently in the real world than it does in your mind. When I think of being taken, it is always a tall handsome stranger with a lot of money who cannot resist me. He is so turned on by me, he must take me. I only protest initially before succumbing to my desires. It is sensual, not violent. What happened last night was nothing like I imagined. There was a handsome stranger, but he had 6 not so handsome friends. They were not attracted to me. They thought I was a dirty whore good for only one thing, so they showed me just what I was worth. Nothing. In the back of a seedy local bar, these brute men stripped me naked and tied me up. They skull fucked me so hard I gagged and puked up my liquor. They slapped my ass and face. They punched my tits. They rammed beer bottles and fingers up my ass like they watch too much ass rape porn. I was crying. Sobbing and pleading for mercy. This was nothing like my wet dreams. It was violent and rough. It was degrading and it was painful. My ass prolapsed. It bled too. My throat started to bleed because they skull fucked me so hard, they tore my esophagus. Even when they came, they continued to assault my holes. They used whatever they could find. Beer bottles, a pool stick, darts, keys… Everything in that bar became an assault rife in my ass. As I laid curled up in a ball crying on the floor, they pissed on me and told the bar owner to take out the trash.
Snuff phone sex is what I was born to do. I spent years running from my violent fucked up family life. I thought I deserved to be treated better. I thought the problem was with the mother who abandoned me and the daddy who fucked me. Turns out I am the problem because I am a worthless whore. I do not deserve to live but I am too weak to do anything about it for myself. That is why I put an ad on this snuff site to be killed. I had a genius idea. It would kill me and make who ever was man enough for the task a lot of money. Stream my death live. Lots of folks would pay good money to see a live execution. Think of all the ways you could violently kill me. Think of all the viewers who would want to see a blonde bimbo like me snuffed out. I can be beaten. Choked. Sodomized and fucked. I can be dismembered or decapitated. All sorts of ways to kill me. Make it bloody. Make it painful. Make my death epic and profitable for you. In times like these, I think men could use a creative outlet for their frustrations like a live snuff porn show. I am your willing victim.
Snuff phone sex is what I live for. So many men are highly creative when it comes to killing or hurting me. I love to be hurt. I know I am sick bitch. Born a pain slut. I will die a pain slut. From being vampire dinner to being sexually mutilated and dissected, I love blood and guts. MY blood and guts. I want you to hurt me. I want you to bring your a-game to kill me in an epic fashion. Every day I wake-up, I wonder if it will be my last. I hope it will be my last because I am a stupid cunt. I know I am not girlfriend material. I will never be married. I will never have a family. No one will come looking for me when I disappear. I might not even miss being alive either. I have had a death wish since I was a schoolgirl. Honestly, I do not know how or why I am still alive. I guess because most men decide I am good for their rape phone sex fantasies and if I am dead that cannot keep force fucking me. I let any man fuck me. All good things must come to an end though, right. I am not going to fight you when you kill me or fuck me. I will embrace my death and just say, “Finally.”
Sex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.
I want to be in snuff movies. I have no desire to be in mainstream movies. Most of my girlfriends have done porn or had bit roles in cheesy B horror films. Me? I have been in much darker, authentic films. The kind of films that make men very wealthy. I know this underground director. I have long tried to get an audition with him. I have fantasized about being on his casting couch. I finally got my audition. I had to bring my A game. I showed up looking sexy. When I got on the stage, I was told I had 20 minutes to convince him I was the right whore for his snuff porn. I know I am the right whore. I sat in the chair, spread my legs and grabbed a serrated blade laying on the table next to me. I began with licking the blade until I cut my lip. I licked the blood seductively across my lips. I moved the blade down my body, pressing it firmly against my right breast. I sliced off my nipple. When I heard his assistant gasp, I knew I was in the right direction. I did not have forever to audition, so I had to speed up the process by putting the knife between my legs. Blood, my blood, was dripping down my stomach from my severed nipple. The site of the blood made my future director hard. Another good sign. I took the knife and crammed it up my cunt. I am a pain slut. I have never pierced my pussy so deeply with a long blade before, but I was auditioning for a once in a lifetime part. You know. The kind of role a woman is willing to die for. I almost did. I got the part. The die part will have to wait until we begin filming.
I need domination phone sex. I have been a bad girl. Master had me kidnap this young girl for him. I got what he wanted. A young blonde girl not very tall, skinny, no tits and no pussy hair. Not because it is shaved but because she is at that age that hair just has not sprouted there yet. She looked like a mini me before I got plastic tits and botoxed lips. Master likes them younger than me. Tighter than me. Less experience than me. I had clear instructions, but I wanted to play with her. I told myself I was priming her for her new daddy, my master. I needed to make sure she was a virgin. Master loves popping young cherries. I was having so much fun exploring her slim young body. I explored with my tongue and my fingers. I knew master wanted her for a teen rape porn. He streams the show and makes bank when his dick comes out coated in virgin blood. I played too hard with her. I crammed too many fingers up her bald cunny, and I popped her cherry. I knew master would be livid because I fucked with his profits. My only plan was to kill her and get a new one. I was not sure I had enough time for that before master returned. I tied up my sex captive and went to the mall. I found one perfect, even better than the other little slut. By the time I got back to master’s dungeon he was home. He was not happy. He was fucking the victim I ruined. She was dead. He had choked her out. I would have died too if I did not have an even better snuff sex victim bound and gagged with me. Luckily, I thought quickly and saved my life. Master beat me still, but sense I replaced the goods I damaged with something even younger, he spared my life. Would you be so generous if I damaged your goods?
