I love being the accomplice phone sex partner. My new role in life suits me well too. I am making far more money helping men with their depraved desires than I ever did making hardcore bondage and snuff films. And I do not endure any pain or discomfort. Just pure joy helping perverts like you.
Richard hired me last week for a brat problem he has. One more stupid man knocked up his daughter’s best friend and now she is pressing him to accept responsibility. Some men just are not very bright. They think with their dicks and that gets them into the kind of trouble that could land them in jail. So, he found me on the dark net. And begged for my help.
We hatched a plan to make it look like either she ran away or perhaps someone snatched her for the sex trade industry. Young cute girls like that make the perfect stars for gangbang rape porn. Even though he hired me to kill the girl and dispose of her body, I took some liberties with her.
Such a hot girl next door type I could sell on the black market for a primo price. So, I hatched a plan that let me profit off her twice. I took Richard’s money to kidnap her and kill her. And I did kidnap her. But I did not kill her. I sold her to my ex-master. She will die eventually because my former master kills all the young girls he fucks until their fuck holes no longer do it for him anymore. I was the only one to survive, but I did need to bring him 100 young girls he could fuck and kill in exchange for my freedom.
He will turn her into his private teen rape porn star. And when her holes no longer feel tight on his dick, he will snuff the cunt out. So, I did not really lie to my client. That knocked up teen slut will not survive long enough to birth that brat anyway.
As a former ass rape porn star, I know a good ass when I see one. The kind of ass that can make me money. Even you money. Sometimes, no one has even hired me to kidnap a young bubble butt star, but I see a perfect star and I grab her so I can auction her off. And I did that this weekend. While shopping at Target, I saw this cute teen slut. I knew with one look she could make me a ton of money. So, I lured her to my place, drugged her, and tied her up.
When she woke up, she discovered that she was naked and facing a camera. The fear in her eyes would drive up her price. Men on the dark web love those doe-eyed young teen girls. The sweet girl next door types garner the most money. Guys can imagine girls like that being their daughters or their daughter’s friends. When I went live with her a bidding war started. A lot of men wanted this piece of ass for homemade teen rape porn.
I had to tie her over a sawhorse so I could show off her tight asshole and perfect cunt. Men ate this girl up. They loved her. Told you that I have an eye for talent. I slipped fingers into each hole so the bidders could see those tight teen holes. Virgins go for a lot more money. Especially ones from the suburbs in pristine condition as this one appeared to be. Her mouth even appeared super tight. I put a cucumber down her throat, and she started gagging. She has never given head before either.
The bidding war went on for hours until the last man bought her for a couple million dollars. The sex trade business brings me a ton of money. This was the first time I auctioned off a girl all on my own. And it could not have gone more smoothly. It gave me a taste for power and money. A slave auction can be more profitable for me than hunting and kidnapping for one man. I may have just discovered my new job. What do you think? Would you participate in a slave auction to find the perfect girl for your rape phone sex fantasies?
Men need a no taboo phone sex accomplice for their perversions. And all men have perversions. But most men never admit it. That’s why this snuff site is here. To safely explore the things that you really want to do, but you let fear of going to prison stop you. My callers get creative. But I do too. Creatively lets us get out all our pent-up aggression. And that’s good for everyone.
My last caller last night had some rape fantasies for his teen daughter and a couple of her hot friends. The dumb bitch has a public Instagram account. And that means any pervert can look at her like me. So, I told him that her and her cute friends deserved all his rape phone sex fantasies because they clearly want trouble with a public account as high school girls.
We concocted a Purge fantasy. Ever seen any of those movies? One night every year complete lawlessness occurs. You can commit even the most violent crimes without any repercussions. It’s a great concept. And likely really would curb day to day crime. So, on a day of Purge, my caller could force fuck his daughter and all her cock teasing friends and even kill them if he wanted without punishment.
No need to hide our faces. For the night we were above the law. Of course, I helped him. Someone needed to hold the bitches down while he destroyed their cunts and assholes. At one point, I sat on the bitches’ faces to smother them and stifle their screams. Although the law did not care that he force fucked these teen sluts, his wife might. But she medicated, and went to sleep in the cellar in case someone broke in.
We planned the perfect snuff fantasy phone sex scenario. The law did not care that he assaulted four teen girls and killed them too. And his wife would discover their dead bodies after emerging from a deep sleep and assume they left the cellar at some point and someone broke in for a pure encounter. I think of everything as your partner in crime.
I love being the accomplice phone sex partner. Becoming a professional accomplice turned out to be the best decision I ever made. And the most profitable one too. GFE babe and stripper by day, sadistic partner in crime at night. Maybe it’s not honest work, but it’s fun work. And very financially rewarding. You would be surprised at what men with money will pay for.
Money gets men anything they want. Recently, I experienced something right out of a horror movie like Hostel. Ever seen that one? Wealthy folks pay tons of money to do sick things to people in some old, abandoned building in Slovakia. Torture sex, even murder. No one gets out alive sort of thing. This client wanted to have his own hostel experience. But he wanted a teen girl to torture and eventually kill.
Although he did not need me to do the torture and killing, he did need me to secure him a girl and film it for him. He wanted to make a homemade snuff movie for his spank bank. Essentially, he just wanted to savor the moment that he got to torture, fuck and kill a hot teen slut.
Teen girls dick tease him he claimed. And he just got tired of it. Cannot say that I blame him. Teen girls nowadays seem like something out of a porn movie. They dress like little sluts and they just want men to buy them things and spoil them because they are young and hot. But men will not drop a dime on a girl who keeps her legs shut.
Men never mind spoiling young girls, but they expect something in return. So, I found him this hot blonde cheerleader. Told her I could make her a star. But she did not know it would be a snuff porn star. She screamed bloody murder when he started carving up her pretty, tight, little body. I watched and filmed everything. He carved her up better than a Thanksgiving turkey.
She bled crimson red. Her blood tasted sweet though. And I know because he kissed me after he slit her throat. Blood spurted everywhere. She eventually exsanguinated on the warehouse floor. But before that, she endured a lot of torture. And my client loved killing her so much, we have a weekly date. I may never need to work again with the money he pays me.
Taboo phone sex calls I believe are the best. And the most fun too. Why call for boring vanilla sex you can get form your woman? Sure, I can be a great GFE. However, I can be a great accomplice too. Men with dark desires for young things need a partner like me. And I am not even talking about my devious mind. All I mean is that men like you need a woman to lure a young girl or boy straight to you.
Young ones rarely fear women. But men? That’s a different story. When I had an owner, I bought my freedom with one young girl after another. So, I learned then the tricks of the trade. When your life depends on it, you will be surprised about the depraved things you will do to survive. As it turns out, I have a talent for luring young girls away from the safety of their home, school or peer group for the rape phone sex fantasies of men. I’m a chameleon. All my different looks masque my identity making it hard to find me.
This week, I lured a young girl away from the mall for Bob. She went there after school with her peers, but I separated her from her pack. And the next thing she realized, I had her bound and gagged and ready to serve to Bob for his depraved fantasies. She wiggled and screamed, but the gag muffled her screams. No one would hear her. And if they did, they would not do a damn thing about it. In the no tell motel I took them to, everyone minds their own business.
Everyone in the hotel is doing something illegal. Drugs, prostitution, murder, force fucking…a lot of crime happens at this place, but no one says anything. So, part of being your accomplice phone sex partner includes finding the perfect place to commit the crime. Bob enjoyed fucking all her tiny holes. In fact, he destroyed them. Prolapsed her ass and her pussy. But that’s bound to happen when a girl her size and age gets brutally fucked. She did not survive the night of rough sex. So, we left her dead body in the motel.
This motel values discretion so much, they dump any bodies left behind in the garage. No one will notify the cops but the girl’s parents. But they will never know what happened to their baby girl. And they will not want to know either.
Suffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.
This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.
After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.
Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.
But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.
I enjoy domination phone sex calls as a sexy switch. The older I get the more fun cock and ball torture sex becomes for me. I have this one regular at the strip club who enjoys CBT. You could say he is an extreme pain slut. Usually, in the club, I am limited to how much I can hurt him even with him agreeing to it. It’s bad for business the owner thinks for club patrons to hear a man screaming from the VIP room.
So, he took me off the books. Hired me to be his dominatrix. We had our first session Tuesday night. I signed off early from my phone sex job, so I could inflict some serious cock and ball torture sex. He had all the equipment for me too. Even a sounding device which I had never used before.
In the club, I could kick him in the crotch. And I could step on his balls. However, no sounding devices allowed, no sharp objects and no actual ball busting either. Lame, I know. What does it matter if a man is willing to pay for the pain. This worked out well though. I could demand more money and do more damage to his junk.
With my highest stripper heels, I danced on his balls. Even trampled his cock too. This time, I actually busted one of his nuts. Ouch. But his dick stayed erect. I told you this client enjoyed extreme pain. I used the sounding device on his pee hole, but I used Ben-Gay as the lube. That brought tears to his eyes. But once again he stayed erect. For hours, I slammed his balls in books. I trampled all over his cock and balls in high heels. And I forced large objects down his pee hole. But he paid me handsomely for the CBT.
Torturing his cock and balls made my pussy wet. So, now I think my CBT training wheels are off and I am ready for castration phone sex.
Accomplice phone sex calls surprisingly turn me the fuck on. When I made the transition from owned slave to free lance accomplice, I did not think I could do. I thought perhaps I would empathize too much with the victims and not be able to hurt young girls. But it turns out I like money more than my conscious. And now, I am a killing machine. Young girls, women, or men, it does not matter to me who you want to snuff out, if I get paid.
In the dark underworld that I travel, men pay me great money to help them fulfill their darkest fantasies. Regardless of what society says, I believe in what Dexter Morgan declares, “There is a dark passenger in all of us.” Now, I know he is a fictional character, but there is so much truth in that statement. We all have a little snuff sex killer in us.
Anyone is capable of murder under the right circumstances. And some grow to love it after their first kill. Not me. However, I grew to enjoy it after a year or so of helping my master with his dark desires. I earned my freedom by bringing him 100 beautiful young, innocent girls. I led the lambs to their slaughter. But my fight for survival required it. I wanted to live.
When I finally earned my freedom, I realized that killing and kidnapping young girls afforded me a lifestyle I never knew was possible for a teen runaway and high school dropout. Helping men like you explore your dark passenger helps me live high on the hog. Penthouse apartment, a sports car, and all the high-end shoes, purses and clothes I could want. Plus, lots of luxurious trips can spoil a girl.
This is a dog eat dog world. If some dumb cunt goes with me willingly, and believes whatever bullshit line I give her, she deserves to die. So, I have no problem helping men just like you with your torture, murder and rape phone sex fantasies. Let’s unleash your dark passenger.
Torture sex revenge is so sweet. And revenge makes a great snuff fantasy call too. My handsome prince, James, finally got revenge on the girl that faked a pregnancy to force him into marriage. Marley pretended to be the cunt Barb for us. And she played her part like she knew Barb personally.
Our revenge fantasy began with me presenting Barb to my love all tied up and gagged. I searched for months for the bitch who did my love wrong. And I finally found her. James appeared so happy to see my special present I tied up in a bow for him. This bitch tried to lie and say she miscarried. But we all knew the cunt never could get pregnant in the first place.
While tied up, I brought out the toolbox of torture devices. We took her to my dungeon to turn her into a snuff porn star. But before we killed her, we tortured her and mutilated her body. And I began with her nipples. You would be amazed at the pain you can inflict with pliers. James tied up her boobs into torpedoes. Although our victim cried for help, my dungeon is soundproof. James pissed on her face while I plucked her nipples off so I could see her crimson red blood spurt out her tits like a volcanic eruption.
The bitch tried to tell us we would burn in hell for this. Although that might be true, faking a pregnancy would land her in the same place too. Extortion gets you a free pass to hell, I told the bitch. As she continued to lie to us, I used a nutcracker to break each of her toes. Her blood curdling screams made my cunt wet. However, James wanted to break her wedding ring finger. He did the honorable thing when he thought she he knocked her up, but when her house of cards crumbled, not only did she keep the ring to pawn it, but she also drained my man’s bank account.
This bitch Barb needed to suffer. He cut off the top of her breasts and blood spurted all over us. After an hour or so, we broke all her toes and fingers. Mutilated her tits. But we saved the best for last. James did the honors. He used a blowtorch on her clit. Oh, how I love the smell of burning flesh. The bitch really screamed now. I used the cat of 9 tails to whip her bloody tits while my love mutilated her clit and cunt.
However, we were not done with Barb yet. We hung the cunt. Kicked a chair from underneath her mutilated body that hung from the rafters. I used a cattle prod on her ass to watch her kick and jerk as she took her last breath. We danced around her dead body singing and kissing. Eventually we fucked under her body to celebrate the snuff sex death of the bitch who did him wrong. Ding dong, the bitch was dead. Never mess with someone I care about. You will die. But not before some brutal torture first.
Medical fetish phone sex calls seem to be picking up for me. And I love it. I really do. Torturing a man’s junk serves as therapy for me. Men like my father and his friends ruined me when I was young. The fucked me into submission. I was afraid of them as a schoolgirl. Now, as an adult, I am filled with rage for men like daddy and his friends.
Even though I help men like them find young girls to abuse, they no longer abuse me. And that’s what I care about. This world operates on the survival of the fittest mentality. But I survived. And now, I get to give some therapeutic karma to men like daddy.
Recently, I had a run in with one of the men my daddy hung out with when I was little. They played poker together. And they made ass rape porn with me together too. Although he did not recognize me as an adult, I recognized him. Trafficked girls rarely forget the face of their abusers. We continue to see those faces in our nightmares. I saw an opportunity for revenge. And I took it.
Lured him to my place. Gave him some bullshit line about erotic roleplaying. And he wanted to see my naughty nurse outfit. When I came back looking sexy as fuck, I tied him to the bed. Again, he thought we were playing naughty nurse and patient. In a way, we were. But I resembled a sadistic nurse. I tortured his junk. I put a ball gag in his mouth to stop his screaming. But I could still hear him. So, I sat my ample ass on his face reverse cowgirl for the cock and ball torture sex.
And that worked. Between my ass and the ball gag, no one could hear his screams. I put the sounding device down his pee hole. But I used Icy-Hot as lube. And I use a rather large sounding device too. However, what hurt him the most appeared to be the steel hook I put up his ass with Icy-Hot lube. Well, I thought that gave him the most pain. Taking his balls hurt more than anything.
I neutered a predator. I neutered one of my abusers. And it felt so good. So, powerful. Of course, as I held his balls in front of his face, I told him who I was. And the look on his face seemed priceless to me. He passed out from the pain, so I called the bouncer from the strip club for assistance moving his body. The wimp passed out from the pain. Clearly, he can give the pain but not receive the pain.
No doubt, he will remember me now.
