Do you enjoy snuff phone sex scenarios? I was born to be a snuff victim. Ever since I was a young girl, men have used me for their own needs. I get it. I am a blonde bimbo whore. I get full of myself sometimes. Because I am pretty, I start to think I deserve to be treated like a princess. I was out last night with my owner. I saw this odd looking couple at the next table. She was not attractive at all. Her date was handsome and he appeared to be going out of his way to make her feel good. He was treating her like a princess. I told my master that if an ugly girl like that could be treated like a princess, then so could I. He smacked me across the face and called me a slut. He wouldn’t let me order food. I had to watch him eat a steak. I was hungry, but I was being punished. Others stared as he degraded me. He told other people to mind their own damn business because I was his property. I dreaded when we got home. I was correct in my dread too. He tied me up and beat me. For hours, he made me tell him what a worthless whore I am as he whipped me and kicked me. He fucked my ass too forcing me to lick off his dirty dick. I need more slave training according to him. He broke my spirit. He ruined my ass. Sometimes even a seasoned whore like me needs to be reminded what a worthless piece of shit she is.
I am a taboo phone sex accomplice. My master owns a slew of young and sexy teen sex slaves; mostly runaways he uses for various underground snuff and rape fantasy films. He wanted me to star in the film. I was scared because usually I am just the behind the scenes girl. I help scout out the talent and get them ready for their starring performances. My young co-star was a girl I lured away from the mall last week. She was one he decided to keep for himself instead of selling her to the highest bidder. I could see why too. She was stunning. She was in pristine condition. He could make a ton of money off teen rape porn with her as the star. Master wanted a mommy daughter hardcore punishment type film. My young teen co-star was drugged up and tied to a bed. I walked up to the edge of the bed, yanked her up and slapped her face until she woke up. She was crying and begging for her mommy. “I’m your mommy,” I seethed in her ear. I twisted her tiny arm behind her back. She was just a waif of a girl. A little pressure from me, and she would have a spiral fracture. I sat on her face, forcing her to eat my mommy cunt and ass. I even pissed on her face because master’s audience loves that shit. I was suffocating her with my cunt. I was strangling her with my strong thighs. I know how master likes his movies. I grabbed a baseball bat and punished her cunt. I shoved it so far up her pussy, she passed out from the pain. When I yanked the bat back out it was covered in blood. I glanced over at Master for approval. He had a big smile on his face and a stiff dick. I knew I was doing a good job punishing his little sex slave. I carved Teen Whore in her flesh with a razor blade too. Not only was I making a movie for master, I was breaking in his newest sex slave. I felt bad hurting her, but when master rewarded me for being a good accomplice, I relished in the fact that I was not getting hurt. At least not for a day. It is survival of the fittest when it comes to sex slaves.
I love accomplice phone sex calls. It gives me a break from the torturing and snuffing. Well, a break for me. I get to focus on helping you torture and snuff some other dumb bimbo. My current master recently discovered that I am great at recruiting young talent. Women can be predators too. In fact, most of the wranglers in the slave trade business are women. I know you are thinking why would women do that to other women? For money and self-preservation. In my case, if I don’t help lure little girls to master, I will be tortured or worse, killed for being disobedient. I spent my Sunday duping mall rats into thinking they were auditioning for a horror film. The 6 hot teen sluts I brought master yesterday did enter a world of horror. Their lives are now as teen rape porn stars. These girls were shopping at the mall, doing things middle-class girls do every day. They no longer have a typical existence. I stripped them all naked. I branded their asses because they are now a part of a sex cartel. I shot them up with heroin to keep them compliant. Then I helped as master and his cartel buddies force fucked the new merchandise. That was me once upon a time. I could see the pain and fear in their eyes before the heroin gave them a glazed, blank look. Master and his cohorts showed no mercy on those jail bait fuck holes. Most of them were virgins. The blood gave that away. I looked at their lifeless, bloodied, destroyed young bodies and knew this was just the beginning for them. When I saw them at the mall, I envied their lives. Not anymore. They are going to be sold to the highest bidder and used until they age out for the man who bought them.
Domination phone sex is something that is done to me, not something I get to do to others. That changed last night. Master had a super young girl who needed broke. He kidnaps pretty young things and breaks them. Breaks them so hard, they never will put up a fight again. He broke me once upon a time. I never want to experience that kind of pain again, so I do what I am told. He wanted me to help break her. I always jump at the chance to be his accomplice. This sweet young girl came from money. I could tell by the way she looked and dressed. She was a teen girl with a Coach purse. She would be missed. She would bring the police looking for her. Master tries to avoid high profile kidnappings, but he said he had a buyer who would pay 1 million dollars for a high-end hot teen slut. She was high end. All shiny and new looking. Virgin too. I strapped her down and did the finger test. I could break her. I just couldn’t break her hymen, or he would kill me. His client wanted a virgin, so a virgin he would get. I smothered her with my pussy and ass until she passed out then I slapped her awake again. I couldn’t leave marks on her, because the client wanted her pristine. I learned the hard way that a pillowcase full of oranges hurts like a bitch but leaves no marks on the outside. I smacked her around so hard with those oranges, she was begging for mercy and calling me mommy. She thought that hurt. Wait till she is the private ass rape porn star to some old pervert. I told her how much she was being sold for and she cried. She had every right to be scared. Men who pay that much money for a sex slave, keep them around forever and use them so much death is welcomed.
We make ass rape porn on Sundays. It is a weekly tradition. Every Sunday is a different theme and set up, but the hardcore ass fucking is always the same. He runs a live stream in the basement and tortures my ass for his paid viewers. This Sunday was a bondage theme. He had me tied to a workout bench. My hands were on the bar and my legs were spread wide and tied to the bottom of the bench. My ass was on the edge of the bench, so it was exposed. He began with basic ass fucking. He had some male friends there happy to fuck a whore’s ass. Big cocks. Thick cocks, but nothing I couldn’t handle. His audience soon realized I was not in pain with cocks in my ass. They wanted to see anal torture sex, so he upped the game. His friends started fisting my ass. Not only did that make me scream and cry, it made my asshole bleed. His viewers liked that. Soon fists and forearms were replaced with wine bottles and baseball bats. I was begging to be let go, but his audience was tipping to watch more anal torture. The bloodier my ass got and the more I screamed in pain, the more his audience tipped. This was the most successful anal sex stream yet, he said. I didn’t want to hear that because if torturing my ass is profitable, he will keep on doing it.
He has a studio in his basement for homemade ass rape porn. I had hoped I would never have to be in it as the star. I knew it existed because I often bring him starlets. The weather prevented me from getting him a young girl to anally torture, so he decided it was my turn in his studio. I begged for him to let me take a muscle relaxer first. He refused because he wanted me to feel every inch of the pain. He bound me to his anal sex bench. It was very uncomfortable. With a ball gag in my mouth and my hands locked to a bar, he pushed my knees up to my chest exposing my ass. He started fucking me with dildos way too big for any human ass. I knew crying would make him look for something bigger, so I tried to hold back the tears. It was not easy, but I have seen many torture sex videos made from this room. This was just my first time as the star and not an assistant. Once my ass was gaped open and prolapsed, he used his cock. At first, it was a relief. It was better than a 20-inch dildo up my asshole. Soon, the burning sensation became unbearable. When my eyes welled, he knew I felt the Ben-Gay. He put it on his dick like lube to hurt my battered asshole even more. I was only let go when he couldn’t cum anymore. It is going to be a very long winter for me if I can’t find him ass meat.
Snuff phone sex fantasies are what men want with me. My phone life is no different than my home life. Master and his cronies want me dead. On a good day, they just want to torture me. Last night, Master had a poker party. I was his betting chip. When he lost, his friends got to use me. They took me down to the dungeon. I hate the dungeon because nothing good ever happens to me down there. Master’s poker buddies tied me to a bench. They put a ball gag in my mouth and took turns punching me. They thought it was amusing to turn my alabaster skin black and blue, and even purple. I screamed and I cried. It really hurt. Master just watched and masturbated as his fuck slave was a gangbang rape porn star to a few other guys. Those men weren’t vested in me like Master. Since I am not their sex slave, they didn’t care if I got uglied up. Master lost several rounds and since I was payment, he couldn’t intervene. They tied up my tits and punched them like they were boxers. I was in a lot of pain. I feared one of my saline bags would pop. Eventually, Master kicked them out. He doesn’t want to lose his favorite slave.
Bondage phone sex doesn’t sound bad does it? Mostly, when you are a bondage whore, guys want to tie you up and slap your titties. Maybe give you a hardcore ass fucking. I was at a fetish club the other day that almost turned deadly for me. I met Tom. He is a much older BDSM master who took a liking to me. Not in a good way. He said I reminded him of his ex-wife. That is never a good thing for me because ex-wives often destroy a man’s heart. I didn’t want to go into a private room with him, but I had no choice. My master owns the club and Tom is a high roller. Who and what he wants, he gets. And he got me. He chained me like a Nigger slave. My harms were outstretched. I was on my knees. I was naked. He whipped every inch of my flesh. I felt the skin break on my back. I felt blood gushing out of my wounds and I could see it pooling around my knees. The sight of my blood and my tears made him erect. He shoved his cock in my mouth and told me if I bit his dick, he would slit my throat and fuck my dead corpse. I sucked him until he came, thinking he would be done with me. He was just getting started. He whipped me until every inch of my body was covered in my blood and his cum. I barely escaped alive.
Accomplice phone sex is common as a submissive whore. I am not old, but I am not young either. Being in your 30s makes you too young to be mommy to many men and too young to be tight and perky for most men too. Master wanted something young and tight. Since I couldn’t deliver what daddy wanted, I had to go get him a young schoolgirl. Women make better kidnappers because young girls trust women more. I was able to get a young mallrat that fit his description. I know what he likes. I was surprised when master told me to play with her first. I never get that lucky. In the submissive whore world, it is survival of the fittest. I had experience and age on my side, so I had my fun. I fisted her fuck holes. I choked her too. I made the little bitch bleed and cry. My cunt was so wet because for once it was not me being abused. I knew I couldn’t go too far, however, or I would be the snuff porn star instead. Master watched me fuck up his next victim while stroking his cock. The rougher I got with her, the harder he got. When he couldn’t be on the sidelines anymore, he replaced me. He force fucked her first, leaving his cum all up inside her tiny pink cunt. He didn’t care about the DNA because he was going to dissolve her flesh in a vat of lye. That is why I never piss off master. He knows how to make girls disappear
Sometimes a girl needs domination phone sex. Master told me I was being a little brat and that I needed punished. I asked what my offense was and he slapped me. I knew better than to ask again. He smacked a ball gag in my mouth and locked me in his hand made stockade. My back and my ass were exposed. He cracked his leather belt 100 times on my back and ass. I was crying from the pain. Master doesn’t like crying girls. It is a sign of weakness. I tried to hold back the tears, but I felt my tears on my cheeks. I felt the blood running down my back too. It was like I was no better than a nigger slave in the 1800s. He used the blood as lube to fuck my ass. He made me feel like a dirty ass rape porn star. After he nutted in my ass, he shoved his cock in my mouth. I had to suck my own blood and shit off his dick. He didn’t care that I could barely breathe. I was gagging on his dick and the taste of my shit. I spit up and master was not pleased. He shoved my face in the puked up cum and shit.My body went limp. I was tired and in pain. Defeated. Just how he wanted me.
