He asked me if I could help him find some teen rape porn. And I told him I could give him something better. I could help him make one. You should have seen how his eyes light up. Once I told him that he wanted to star in one versus just watching one. I can make that happen for men. And I am glad I can too. The world has become overpopulated with mean teen girls. So, getting rid of one feels like I am giving back to my community.
We went driving around town looking for a cute teen slut for him to force fuck. He needed me as his accomplice. Teen girls never fear a woman. But a man on the other hand. Well, that’s a different story. We spotted a girl who got his dick hard. Cute blonde. Perhaps a younger version of me before the boob job, LOL.
She appeared old enough to drive, but perhaps not old enough to vote. And that seemed like what he wanted. The accomplice phone sex partner finds the talent for your fantasy videos. This golden-haired teen seemed easy to lure away. I played to her insecurities. Concocted a story about being a model scout. And she got into the car with me. I introduced my accomplice as the photographer. Pleasant girl. Friendly. Had no clue what we had in store for her. I was never that naïve, so I knew she never had anything bad happen to her. Not till now.
My accomplice loved her. And I could see the boner in his jeans as we drove to his cabin. He has a love nest his wife knows nothing about. I don’t think anyone knows about it. When we got into the place, I made her a lemonade with a special elixir to relax her and fog her memory. My friend just wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies.
However, he did not want to snuff her out. And I am no killer either unless forced too. But drugs work great. I took off her clothes and kissed her. This drugged teen slut kissed me back and started fingering my pussy. Maybe we did not have to drug her, LOL. Once my partner in crime appeared erect, I spread her legs and let him fuck her. And while he did, I filmed it all. I caught the ripping of her hymen on tape. And her little whimpers. No doubt it hurt. But it did not hurt as much as having her virgin ass fucked.
Maybe the girl, if she remembers anything, will never take rides from strangers again.
Sometimes, I love to engage in some suffocation phone sex. But I do not want you to suffocate me. I want to suffocate you with some face sitting. Over the weekend, I hooked up with a guy I met on Fet Life. He had a death wish. Well, he did not want to die, but he wanted to come close. Breath play arouses a lot of folks. And nothing wrong with that.
I enjoy erotic asphyxiation too. As a switch, I have been on both sides of breath play. But Saturday night, I had a face sitting victim. He begged me to smother him with my tits, ass and pussy. I know CPR if something goes awry. And it is a dangerous game. The first time, I took a pair of pantyhose, tied it around Peter’s neck and shoved my boobs in his face restricting his ability to breathe out his nose.
I did not want snuff sex. He did not either. However, he did want to get dangerously close to dying. And he did. Not once, but three times. When he passed out from the combination of my pantyhose and big boobs, I revived him with a smack on the face. But subsequent times became more challenging.
The second time he passed out, I laid my pussy on his face, while my body laid on the floor above his head. Then I squeezed my thighs together and smothered him until he passed out. I could feel him struggling for air, but I maintained my grip on his head. My pussy almost came spontaneously feeling him thrash about underneath me. That time, I did have to breathe into his mouth and use smelling salt to bring him back.
And I thought that might be the last time for the night. However, he wanted my ass to smother him too. So, I sat reserve cowgirl on his face with my knees on the floor on both sides of his head. Slowly, I squeezed with my strong thighs until his body went limp. This felt like some Flatliners kind of shit. My ass suffocated him so well he needed full CPR to bring him back. Peter did indeed have a death wish. But, if a man has a killer phone sex fantasy, why should I deny him?
Accomplice phone sex has not always been my forte. Once upon a time, I starred in snuff films and had an owner. A few owners. But if the seedy world of snuff and extreme BDSM taught me anything it was how to survive. Survived my father’s abuse. Survived one abusive man after another. I survived underground snuff flicks. And I survived my last master, who killed all his former slaves. You learn to be scrappy in this seedy world.
And now, I serve as an accomplice for perverted men like you. However, sometimes, I get to give back some of the torture and pain men inflicted on me. Perhaps not to the man who deserve it, but to some loser. When I met Edward, I thought it was a chance meeting. But he planned it. Saw me weeks ago at this local coffee house I walk to every morning, and he recognized me from my snuff porn days. A fanboy of sorts.
When he asked me out, I did not yet realize he was a fanboy. At dinner he told me. And he told me he long fantasized about cock and ball torture from a blonde goddess. At first, I felt disappointed. Handsome man. Appeared educated and sophisticated too. Great job. Awesome car. Potential boyfriend material. However, he seemed only interested in what I could do to his cock. Not for his cock. To his cock.
When he told me he would pay anything if I would trample and mutilate his cock, he piqued my curiosity. How could I say no. I tossed out a number, thinking we would negotiate down. But he said no problem. No haggling occurred. Hey, if a man wants to pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I take the money and destroy that dick. I find it cathartic release for all the shit men put me through in my life.
We stopped at my place so I could grab my sounding device, spiked heels and castration band. My guess, Edward woke up the next day with major regret. Not only did I chemically castrate him, but I also mutilated his manhood. Destroyed it. Left him in a pool of tears and blood with a dick that looked like raw hamburger. Maybe not the date I had hoped for, but I sure did turn lemons into lemonade.
I enjoy killer phone sex calls. But I prefer to be the accomplice and not the victim anymore. However, as a switch I do go both ways. Sometimes, I meet a kinky pervert at the strip club. John comes to the club once a week. Big tipper. Likes to cum on my tits in the VIP room. Last week, he asked me how much money I needed to live happily ever after. And I thought perhaps, this was a fantasy question. So, I tossed out a number. Then he asked what I would be willing to do for it.
I should have known he was feeling me out. So, I told him just about anything that did not involve animals or shit. And he said what about kidnapping a young girl for his rape phone sex fantasies. My eyes lit up because I am no stranger to such accomplice jobs. But I was a stranger to the amount of money he offered me. Wow. More money than a few men combined have paid me to help them violate young girls.
Maybe he was joking, but when I went back to his place, I saw huge stacks of money. What did this guy do for a living. He comes into the club looking like your average guy. Even drives a normal car. I thought perhaps he sells drugs or maybe he was in the mob. But I knew it was rare to have that much cash laying around your house. But I did not ask questions. Not my place.
But I took the money and did the job. Found him the perfect young piece of meat. Young girls might be the dumbest things around. They always trust me. Sometimes, I must use chloroform, but most girls hold my had as I lead them to their torture or death. I brought her right to my client’s penthouse suite. It surprised me that he planned on fucking this angel in his own place.
I ripped her clothes off, shoved a ball gag in her mouth to muffled her cries and screams. And I turned on some music. No one on his floor. He owns the entire top floor. Still had no clue what he did for a living. But curiosity killed the cat, so I kept my mouth shut and helped him make a teen rape porn with this little fuck meat doll. And I cleaned up her bloody cunt with my mouth.
I thought he would kill the girl, but he kept her for his fuck doll collection. He seemed like a man just like my former master. Keep a young fuck doll until she ages out. Maybe, I can help you find a tender morsel to fuck too?
A sexy switch enjoys torture sex too. Once upon a time, men tortured me sexually. But now, I get to be behind the wheel. And I love it. When I met Alex, he told me he wanted extreme cock and ball torture. I met him at the strip club, but I tortured him at my place. Over the past few years, I have acquired some bondage equipment, large dildos, sounding devices and a slew of whips and chains.
Not all men enjoy this kind of cock and ball torture, but you might be surprised at how many do enjoy it. Since my strip club frowns upon screaming in the VIP room, I felt seemed safer to mutilate his dick and balls at home. Alex did not have a clue how extreme I could go. Castration phone sex callers inspire me daily and fuel my revenge fantasies. Alex appeared to be just like one of my callers. A simp who knows his cock cannot pleasure any woman. Or an extreme pervert who wants to check himself before he wrecks himself.
I do not care why you want cock and ball torture if you pay me. The money helps, but sometimes I would do it for free because it helps me deal with my repressed anger over daddy and his friends, and men like my former master. I strapped Alex to a surgical table that I purchased last year at an auction. He seemed impressed that I had all sorts of devices designed to hurt and destroy his worthless junk.
I put one of those castration bands farmers use for sheep and cattle around his balls. Slowly his balls turned blue, purple and eventually black. Once they go black, those balls remain dead for life. They may not fall off, but they will never aid in an erection again. This process mimics a chemical castration. While his balls went through the necrification process, I lubed a sounding device up with Icy Hot and put it down his piss hole. Good thing I had him restrained properly because he almost came off the table from the pain.
He started to have second thoughts about such extreme cock and ball torture phone sex, but I knew I would not turn back. He paid me way too well for me to walk away. I did the job he wanted. Turned the juice off in his balls. Created pain. And mutilated his cock. And I loved every minute of it. Who is next?
So many guys enjoy snuff phone sex. And I am here for the hot ride. Hard to believe with my violent upbringing that I would enjoy snuff so much, but I do posses two sides of me. On one hand I love the girlfriend experience. A little romance and hot sex. But my darker side loves to help men do depraved shit. I mean we live in a dog eat dog world. And only the strong survive.
You could say I am one of the strong ones because I survived my abusive father. I survived the seedy underworld of snuff flicks. And I survived a master who kills all his fuck dolls when they age out for him. So now, I help men like you with their snuff sex fantasies. If you envision something long enough, you desire to make it a reality becomes too strong to ignore. And that is where I come in. I enjoy being the accomplice more than I enjoy being the victim.
Todd knows my former sadistic master. And he told Todd I could help him fuck a little girl. I could not say no to Todd because my former master could still kill me anytime he wanted. He knows where I live. Todd paid me handsomely, but before I could collect any money, I needed to find him a tiny teen girl for his daddy dick. He wanted something thin, blonde and with no tits or hair on her cunt yet. Girls that age do not go to the mall alone. So, they can be harder to lure away.
However, I take my accomplice phone sex duties seriously. I lured a little girl into my car with my puppy. Drove her straight to her worse nightmare. Todd planned to do very bad things to this little whore. And he did. I watched him destroy her cunt and ass with his huge cock. He tore that little girl’s pussy wide open. For a moment, it looked like she gave birth to a bowling ball because her little snatch gaped so far open.
She passed out from pain and shock, but I would smack her back away. Todd loved her crying, screaming and begging for mercy. But he held his ground. No mercy shown. He destroyed her tiny tight holes. And I helped him do it.
As a former ass rape porn star and an anal sex lover for life, I have an eye for young ass. The kind of ass that makes men like my former owner tons of money until it gets too used up to work anymore. When he called me over the weekend, I knew he had a job for me. He occasionally hires me to procure certain talent for his clients who want a private 8M snuff film. I never turn down his generous money.
I hunt for teen ass at the mall. The mall in the next town over always has teen girls. And being a woman myself, they trust me. Not all of them. But you would be surprised how many go willingly with me not knowing that they will be the next hot snuff porn star. I found a hot young teen girl with the best ass. And the icing on the cake, she appeared to be a cheerleader.
I played to her vanity. Told her that I scout for talent to star in horror movies. But I needed to screen test her. Not quite a lie either. No doubt when the client makes his anal porn with this girl, she will scream her head off. Her ass will bleed and prolapse. And it will feel like she got trapped in a horror film. I’ve been in this world so long that I can tell the real snuff from the staged snuff films. When a girl suddenly realizes her performance seems real and that she may not survive, you can see genuine fear in her eyes. And that makes the movie.
I took her right to my former master. He screen tested her. Wanted to make sure she could scream. Her fate is uncertain. But my job concluded when I delivered the unknowing anal teen rape porn star right to her own personal hell.
Snuff phone sex never gets old for this sexy switch. Sure, before 35, I was stuck in the submissive role. But I fought my way to the top of the food chain. And now I can help men like you kidnap, fuck and even kill young ones. In this dark and seedy world, I prefer to be a few steps above the bottom of the food chain. So, I reinvented myself.
Being a switch allows me to cater to more fantasies. I am closer to 40 than 30. And not as many men have violent sexual fantasies for mature women. However, they all have them for young cock teasing whores. I bet so do you. When Travis called me, he seemed nervous to tell me the age of the girl he wanted to kidnap and fuck. So, I assured him that I am a no taboo phone sex accomplice. No age too young or too old for me.
He started to relax. Some men call me and say exactly what they want with no trepidation. And others call me nervous as fuck and so afraid to tell me what they truly desire. I can coax the nervous ones though. Nothing illegal about fantasies. So, we can get as nasty as we want. When Travis relaxed, he told me that super young age that gets his dick hard. And that age seems very popular. Not only with my callers, but with men in my life also.
Perhaps what makes me so good at the extreme age play calls is experience. My daddy violated me from my earliest memories. I know what guys like to do to young girls. But since I am no longer the one a daddy type violates, I don’t care who you violate. Travis and I drove around town searching for the perfect morsel for his rape phone sex fantasies. And we found her. Raven hair beauty with big Bambi eyes and peaches and cream complexion. She looked so innocent too. And we turned that sweet young thing into dirty little whore.
He showed her no mercy either. He had years of pent-up sexual frustration to release. And I helped him. Now, I want to help you.
Most men have taboo phone sex fantasies. And I love to make them feel real. I am a naughty and creative accomplice. Yesterday, Brad and I drove around town looking for a sweet young teen girl to drain his balls. For years, he could only fantasize and look at brat porn. But then he met me. And I suggested we find him a little girl straight out of his dark dreams.
Brad trades stock daily. He has a wife and a couple fuck trophies at home. To the average person, he appears to be a normal, middle-class husband and father. No one would guess that he beats his cock off almost daily to teen rape porn. But last night, he lived it instead of watching it. As we drove around town, we spotted so many candidates. But ultimately, he settled on this young teen girl with fire red hair. Even my cunt got wet looking at her.
Because I am a woman, I can lure little ones away so much easier than a man. No stranger danger with women. And I can class myself up, so I look more like a soccer mom than a bimbo. I told this girl her father sent me to take her to my place because both he and her mom had to work late. I took a gamble she had two parents who worked, and she did. She bought it hook, line and sinker. She even thought Brad and I were husband and wife.
Once we came back to my place, she realized I had lied. Brad showed no mercy at all. Ripped her clothes off and shoved his dick in her young bald cunt. He told me she felt so tight on his dick. I knew she had to be a virgin because of the bright red blood on his dick. Although she screamed and fought like I did every time my father or his friends force fucked me, she could not escape.
But I survived, and this girl did not. As he explored his rape phone sex fantasies, he strangled her. He got scared she would identify us. We dumped her young, violated body in the river. Then we went back to my place and fucked on the red stained sheets from her cherry juice.
Having starred in my share of snuff porn, I discovered recently that I enjoy making it too. Very few female snuff makers in the seedy underground of hardcore snuff flicks. Hollywood faces the same problem. Men dominate the vanilla film world as well as the snuff world. Until now. My former master hires me to procure him sweet young things. And he pays me well for my efforts. I can disguise my bimbo Barbie looks to lure young girls right into their worst nightmares. Or at least their parent’s worst nightmares.
With the new school season in session, I see all sorts of cute schoolgirls going to and from school. Some ride the bus home. And others walk. I’ve had my eye on this little blonde girl for some time. My former master knows a guy who pays top dollar for authentic schoolgirl snuff movies. And I think you know what authentic means. So, I decided this cute innocent schoolgirl would be the perfect victim.
I studied the girl for weeks. Learned her routine. And thanks to social media, anyone can find out anything about a little girl. My research made it easy to lure her away to this dungeon where she would make her one and only film debut. Sure, I feel bad for the young girls who get snuffed, tortured and force fucked on and off the camera. But this world is based on survival. And only the strong survive.
Once I stripped her naked and tied her to a rack, she knew she would likely not survive the night. I could see the look of fear in her eyes and that adds to the authentic feel of any snuff sex film. I had an accomplice who did the dirty work while I filmed the entire thing. And boy did he destroy her little cunt and ass. Split her girl parts in two with his monster cock. And I captured every scream, every cry and I caught every bloody hole’s destruction too.
She needed to die on film. And she did. No one can make authentic snuff films without the star dying. But like I said earlier, we live in a survival of the fittest world. And many never survive.
