I was at a Halloween party with this guy who said he loved having sex with dead bodies. I thought he was joking until he showed me his morgue ID. He works at the county morgue. I have heard about creepy shit like this, but thought it was just urban legend. He asked me if I had ever fucked a dead man. I had never even thought about it until he told me when the cadavers first come in, the men have hard cocks from rigamortis. I started thinking about all those stiff dead dicks attached to men who couldn’t hurt me, who couldn’t shame me either. I know I am a taboo phone sex slut, but this was extreme taboo even for me. We got high together, and he took me to where he works. Signed me in as a visitor. I was walking around with the dead. I was scared and aroused at the same time. He found this black young gang banger who was shot just hours ago. He was on the slab awaiting process of the body. My new friend processes cadavers of crime scenes. He worked quickly to get the DNA evidence he needed for the police so the cock would still be stiff as a board. When he was done, he told me to hop on the cock and take it for a ride while I could. My morgue buddy jacked his cock watching me fuck a dead man. The dead man’s cock didn’t feel dead. It was warm and twitching inside my pussy. I felt wickedly sinful. I had never even thought about necrophilia before. Now, I may never stop thinking about it. I came so hard and so did my buddy. He didn’t mind sloppy seconds because there was no cum in me. Dead men can fuck but they can’t cum.
I have a sexy caller who likes vampire fantasy phone sex calls. I have long lusted after sexy vampires. When I was a young girl getting abused by daddy, I watched a movie called Fright Night repeatedly wishing the hot vampire would turn me and take me away from my asshole father. They made a remake with Colin Farrell as the vamp, but he wasn’t as hot. As an adult I was obsessed with Eric on True Blood and always wanted an eternal life as his bitch. Something primal and dangerous about vampires that I find attractive. I think its their power and the fact that they can kill me. I can be their snuff sex victim forever. Never age past the age I was turned. I know vampires aren’t real, but I wish they were. I would gladly be vampire bait for a sexy vampire like Eric or my sexy caller. I am easily addicted to powerful, deadly men. Being an eternal submissive whore is just so fucking hot. Do you agree?
Castration phone sex is not what I am known for but I am a sexy switch, so when I had the opportunity to dominate a guy, I jumped on it. Trey is a co-worker of my current master. Master asked me a favor and I couldn’t refuse him. Trey needs a dominatrix for small dick humiliation and cock and ball torture. With Craig’s List and the Back Pages no longer advertising dominatrix’s, he was struggling with finding a mistress who would not take advantage of him. He has been blackmailed, jack rolled and scammed. Master knew I would be an honest bitch because if I was not, he would punish me. I was happy to meet Trey. I could see why he needed SDH and CBT when I saw him naked. Such a waste of a man! He was was handsome with a great job. Filthy rich but he had a 2-inch dick. I met him at his place where he had all the instruments for extreme cock and ball torture. I weighted this balls and pulled them down almost to the ground. His balls were bigger than his dick! I used a switch to punish his nut sack. I whipped his worthless testicles until they were bright red and swollen. He was crying from the pain, yet his nub was as hard as a clit on a pussy being finger banged by George Clooney. I told him he didn’t deserve balls because a dick that small didn’t deserve to cum ever. I could see his arousal over my suggestion that he be castrated. I was in bad ass bitch mode. I let the power get to my head and I clipped his balls off with fence cutters. I had an “uh oh” moment because there was no going back. I took his nuts and he was bleeding profusely. Trey loved it. He was begging me to take the whole enchilada. I couldn’t do that because it might kill him. I cauterized his wound, and called 911. Surely they have seen things worse than a home castration gone wrong, right? Trey lost his balls and if Master ever finds out, I may lose my life.
I was a slave living in a farm with other slaves. I thought my days of snuff movies were over until he called me over. Too many slaves, not enough resources, so someone had to go. I thought at first, he would set me free, but he had other plans. He wanted me to beg to be saved. He wanted me to show him that I deserved to stay because I was a better slave than the rest of them. I knew I was not special in his eyes. I was horded like cattle in a slave factory. I did my best to prove I was a worthy slave. I bent over for him to whack my ass and beat my titties as hard and as much as he wanted. Whack. Whack. Whack was all I could hear. I begged him to fuck me. I knew I was younger and prettier than some of the slaves, but a slave is a slave. Whack. Whack. Whack. He smacked my ass, my face and my tits. He got off on hitting me. He got off on seeing me beg and fight to be spared. When he fucked my ass, I thought maybe I can fuck myself to survive. His hands went around my throat tightly as he ravaged my asshole. I was struggling to breathe as he fucked me. That was when I knew it was over. That is when I knew I never stood a chance at survival. He strangled me to death while fucking me. I was foolish to think I even stood a chance.
Torture sex was on her mind. She found out her husband was cheating on her with me. Instead of confronting me or putting me on blast on social media, she plotted a painful revenge. She used her husband’s phone to lure me to a no tell motel on the outskirts of town. I thought my married lover was being careful. I didn’t know yet that his wife had busted us. I soon found out just how pissed off she was over our affair. The moment I entered the motel room, she jumped me. She used a taser to subdue me. She tied me up and fucked my ass with a cattle prod that shocked my ass with every thrust. I was convulsing and pissing myself in a dank, dark motel room. If I screamed, I was sure no one would come to my rescue. This was likely a junkie motel. She yelled at me for fucking her man. She called me a dirty skank and insisted she would teach me a lesson. She would if she didn’t kill me. I wanted to die. I was in a downward dog position exposing my ass to her ass rape porn torture methods. I could feel my asshole prolapsing. She was merciless. She wanted me to suffer. Mission accomplished. I was crying in pain and humiliation. She left me in that motel tied up. The maid found me bound and laying in a pool of my own drool and piss the next morning. I guess I need to find a new boyfriend.
It was like a snuff sex nightmare. I was dead asleep. My dog started barking, so I got up to see what was wrong. I thought he had to pee. I stepped out the back door with him and some one grabbed me. He pushed me back inside my house while my dog was outside barking. The masked figure tied me up like one of my bondage shoots. He never spoke. He showed me his huge knife and I shut up quickly when I realized I could die. In my head, I told myself this was just a dream. My assailant cut my body. He carved whore in my chest. I was waiting for him to force fuck my cunt or ass, but he seemed to be getting off on sexually mutilating my body. The pain was agonizing. My flesh was carved up like I was in a Saw movie. I could feel my hot blood running down my body. My attacker lit a cigarette and started smoking watching my body bleed like he was in some post cum bliss. Before the cigarette went out, he burned my bleeding nipples and my clit. When he inserted a few fingers up my cunt, I realized my assailant was a woman. Those were not man hands fisting my cunt. That explained why I was not fucked. Who was it? A wife or a jealous bitch? Someone I knew or a random stranger? She broke into my house tied me up mutilated my body for hours, then left quietly, never saying a word. I was left tied up on my living room floor, bleeding on the carpet and wondering what chick I pissed off so much she would extract this kind of revenge. I guess that is the life of a taboo phone sex whore.
I was kidnapped for snuff movies and the sex trade. I was giving directions to a girl in a car when men jumped me from behind. She was the decoy I guess. I walked into their trap. I woke up naked crammed into a dingy room with lots of other scared women. I could smell puke and piss. Many women were strung out on something. I wasn’t fighting. I cowered in a corner trying to asses the situation. A Mexican man pulled me out of the corner and took me to a different room. My Spanish is very rusty. I did understand that I had been bought. I think I was kidnapped only because I fit the type of girl this one client wanted. I was a statuesque blonde with big tits. I was then dragged into another room where a man was waiting for me. The smile on his face said it all. He was happy to have bought me for his personal use. I was hopeful he just had rape phone sex fantasies. He had way more than that in mind. He wanted to dismember me. He had an array of torture devices ranging from hacksaws to chainsaws. No warning. No pain meds or smack. He cut off my limbs turning me into a bloody stump. He fucked me once I was a human stump. I wanted to die. I had no limbs. I was bleeding profusely but he didn’t care. He bought me to torture and force fuck me. His dream came true but my nightmare was just beginning.
Kidnapping phone sex calls are a crap shoot. I never know what is going to happen to me. That is what makes it hot as hell. I found myself alone on a dark road with a flat tire. There was a huge castle that I could see about a mile away. I decided to walk there. I had no cell reception. I couldn’t call for a tow. I thought maybe the house had a phone I could use. A butler old as fuck and creepy answered the door. I was hesitant to go inside because it felt off. Before I could turn around, however, the creepy butler had my arm. He was dragging me down a corridor. I saw women laying on the floor. They looked half dead. Pale and weak. I swallowed hard as the butler dragged me into a room. It was dark and damp. It smelled like death. There was a man standing in front of a desk. A mirror behind him, but he had no reflection. I was in trouble. I was certainly doomed. I was going to be be vampire food like the girls I saw half dead. They had been drained of blood and I was next. I knew he was the reason for the disappearance of all the young girls in the area. I walked right into his trap. I knew I should run, but he had a hypnotic spell on me. I was weak and powerless as he walked towards me. He told me he was going to kill me, but that didn’t make me scared. I wanted to be with him for eternity. That was not what he wanted, however. He granted me one last orgasm before he killed me. He bit into my neck. Blood spurted everywhere and I got weak and cold. I pleaded to be turned and he did. I am now a sexy vampire, trapped as a beautiful blonde goddess forever.
When you are known as an ass rape porn star, men are always pushing your boundaries. I was doing a fetish shoot this week that got way more extreme than I signed up for. The director wanted to film my ass getting fisted and fucked by a few men. Fine. I have done that in my sex life, so why not for the camera for some money, right? One of the guys started calling me a whore and joking about my loose asshole. That is when the director had a brilliant idea as he called it. It was not brilliant. It was painful. It was anal torture sex. He brought out this fuck machine, but instead of using a dildo on it, he affixed a baseball bat with a wide base. Holy fuck my ass got assaulted. He rammed it in full speed. It was sodomizing me so fast and hard, I knew things would get ugly. And they did. I shit and bled everywhere. They were laughing at the dirty whore who couldn’t control herself. The smell was awful. I wanted to die from the pain. My ass was prolapsed and bleeding. They just laughed at me. When they took the baseball bat out of my swollen asshole, the pushed me to the ground to lick up my mess. I felt like I wanted to die all over again.
He told me I could be the next great snuff porn star. He wanted to audition me personally. He asked me if I had been an actress before. My only acting experience is on the phone. As a phone sex slut, I have been many things to many different men. I was stupid to believe he was a director and I was the next Marilyn Monroe. I honestly thought this guy wanted me for fetish movies. I have a long resume of fetish modeling. I thought he wanted to make some fetish porn with me as the star. He just wanted me for his private 8MM film. It would be my one and only film. I agreed to a casting couch audition thinking he was legit. The moment I was naked, his hands were around my throat. A camera dangled above my head catching the struggle. He was killing me himself for a homemade snuff sex film. I wondered how many other pretty ingenues fell for his line. Was I the first? Was I special in that I was the only one? I fought as long as I could, even scratching his flesh until he bled. But in the end, he was right. I was born to make a snuff film. One glorious snuff movie.
