Many men hold gangbang rape porn fantasies. I bet you have thought about gagging a bitch, tying her up and letting your friends have their way with her. No shame. What if I told you that I could bring you a young girl for you and your friends? Would you pay me to bring you a special treat? Many men would and do pay for the taboo privilege of destroying tiny holes with their best friends.
My former owner and I have a great relationship now. I am the only one of his slave girls to barter her way out of ownership or death. He uses me occasionally to help him procure teen rape porn stars. And just like my callers, he enjoys innocent girls with no hair on their pussies yet and bee sting boobies. This time he wanted one to share with some potential business partners. And he knew who could get the job done.
I only had a few days to grab a little darling, but I have this what if book I call it. It contains pictures, addresses and any information I can find about a little darling in the area. And when I get an accomplice call, I know where to begin based on the details the client gives me about his perfect costar. He wanted a ginger girl, and I found two in my what if book. Both fit the bill, so I went with the one that was the closest and easiest to snatch.
I grabbed her on her way home from school. I borrowed a car, took the plates off it and put on a black wig. She got in the car to help me find my puppy. Some girls are just so stupid. I hand delivered her to my former master and saw the 20 some guys waiting for a piece of her tight pussy and ass.
Although I wanted to stay for the fun, some of master’s friends did not trust me even after he vouched for me. And even after I brought them their snuff sex victim. At least my former master called me to tell me the dirty details. You would not kick me out of the room after I brought you a piece of fuck meat, would you?
He wanted a snuff porn for his spank bank. I showed him my special book. He did not know such a thing existed. Every accomplice like me owns a special little black book of delectable little ones to choose from. Some of these little angels, their parents or a parent are willing to trade for a fix or money. Some are trafficked girls living in the homes like my former master.
Yet, some girls, the ones that cost the most money, live in their homes and have no clue how their life could change at any moment. Those girls live locally. Perhaps, I stalk them. I do possess an eye for talent. I know what men like. And the key to being a successful accomplice is having a variety of victims for a client to choose from.
My client selected this girl who is not in the life. A girl who does not know that teen rape porn even exists. This girl I spotted at the mall last month. A teen cheerleader with long blonde hair and Bambi blue eyes. Perfect girl. Likely a good daughter from a Christian home. Upper middle-class teenagers cost a client big money. But you get a fresh girl. You get the kind of girl who has no clue yet about the depravity of mankind.
My client gave me a down payment to secure the merchandise. Now, it did take me a while to get her. I had to follow her for days to find the right chance to grab her undetected. Patience is an accomplice’s best friend. I got her and texted my client immediately. He met me at this seedy no-tell motel on the outskirts of town.
Once the package saw my partner, she got scared. I think she believed I would not hurt her. Silly girl. It’s a survival of the fittest world. My client fulfilled his rape phone sex fantasies with this little blonde cheerleader. He got to her first. Broke in her tight virgin holes. He even broke her spirit. I find the power of a big cock amazing. Girls break easily when a big cock sodomizes them.
Although my client did not want to kill her, I did. But I resisted. She was worth more to me alive than dead. I sold her twice. Once to my client so he could explore his rape fantasies. And a second time to my former master who will traffic her until she ages out. Bye-bye high school friends and loving parents and cushy life. She will survive if she is scrappy like me. If not, just another missing girl no one will find.
All men experience teen rape porn fantasies. Often, those fantasies emerge during Halloween. Men get aroused visually easily. And seeing those cute young things dressed up as Disney princess or a Harley Quinn or Barbie, makes their cocks hard. When they cannot take it anymore, they call me to help them out. And I always help. But for a price, of course.
I met David ions ago when I modeled for BDSM shoots. We have stayed in touch, and he knows that I help men just like him explore their carnal lust for Lolitas. When he called me last night, he seemed frantic. He fucked up at a Halloween party and needed my help. Of course, I could have helped him for free for old time sake. But I needed to clean up his mess. And to take that risk, he needed to shell out a couple grand. And he did.
He explored his rape phone sex fantasies with his niece at a family Halloween party. He got drunk and she looked like a slutty little Barbie bimbo, and it drove him crazy. Now, the girl told him she was telling her parents. He roofied her to shut her up. He violated so many rules. You never fuck a family Lolita. Common sense requires a surrogate to remain undetected. Now, his niece needed to die. And I had to kill her while he had an alibi.
Men need an accomplice like me so they can fuck all the young pussy they want and never go to prison. I broke into the home where his Lolita niece slept passed out in her bed. My friend took home one of his brother’s female friends so she would be his alibi. I killed the girl in her twin princess bed. She never even woke up. I suffocated her. And I gave her a dead girl’s douche. If you need to wash away DNA, this is the way to do it. A douche dilutes your semen so it cannot be matched to any DNA. Another reason men need an accomplice phone sex partner like me. I think of everything.
His problem died. And although the police questioned him, they questioned everyone at the party. Time of her death provided him an alibi. Either his brother will go down for the crime or it will remain a mystery like that little beauty queen from the 90s. Although I prefer to help men before they get in trouble, I can be the clean-up partner too.
Snuff phone sex keeps life interesting. Men’s sexual fantasies range from the vanilla to the sick. But no judgment from me. Men pay me for all sorts of things. Sometimes I am the victim. Other times I am the accomplice. And sometimes which I am depends on me. I met a man with an interesting fetish at the strip club last month.
He got the VIP room for me, and another stripper named Hailey. And he did not ask about our standard menu items. He did not want a hand job or a blow job. Hell, he did not even want to fuck us. He paid to watch us wrestle each other. We looked at that as easy money. But over the weekend, he wanted to meet us outside the club. He still wanted us to wrestle with each other. However, he upped the ante. He wanted a death match.
Whichever one of us survived won the cash prize. I think it is obvious who won fight club. I adored Haily, but that much cash on the line brought out my killer phone sex spirit. Brought out hers too. But my spirit won out. At first, we thought he might be joking. Like he pulled a Halloween prank on us or something. Once we realized our kinky patron meant to kill us both if we did not embark on a death match, we fought tooth and nail.
I thought I would die. Hailey stood over me by a foot. Plus, she appeared stronger than me too. But I am scrappy. I learned to fight nasty to survive as a young girl. I pushed my fingers into Haily’s eyes blinding her. Once I pulled that move, I had the upper hand. And I already broke the cardinal rule of fight club. I talked about fight club. I will save the details of Haily’s brutal demise for a call. But understand she put up one hell of a fight.
Since I won the battle royale, this rich patron wants to make me the head of his girl fight club. I guess now, I am the queen of violent phone sex fantasies. I told you I was scrappy.
Gangbang rape porn for Halloween? If that’s what a client wants, he gets it. And this client wanted to share a young teen slut with a few of his buddies. Since he paid me cash for the opportunity, I found him the sweetest young teen girl for his little home movie. I told her I wanted to take her to a special Halloween party. I even dressed her in a cute little schoolgirl outfit.
My client and his friends dressed up in costume so the girl would never see their faces. Even if she did, I could help them kill her. But this client just likes to fuck them. His rape phone sex fantasies need an outlet. And I am his outlet. For a hefty price of course. I enjoy helping turn a man’s fantasies into reality. I guess in a way, I am a dream fulfiller, LOL.
This girl appeared so innocent too. Blonde, blue-eyed, trusting and innocent. Just like me once upon a time. Now, I sometimes feel guilty because of my own past, but a few Benjamins can fix that guilt quickly. No one saved me. And despite my past, I grew up mostly good, LOL. A woman needs to eat right?
I turned this girl into fuck meat. Each guy took turns fucking her. The girl cried and screamed and begged. But then she went silent. Either she got exhausted and passed out, or just realized nothing would change. Perhaps this little gang bang for hire broke her spirit quickly. Personally, I love knowing that. Broken girls follow the rules and stay alive. The feisty ones often end up buried where they will never be found. And I liked this girl because she reminded me of myself.
I filmed this little teen rape porn for my client. And he enjoyed the making of the film too. I picked him out a winner. A sweet little virgin girl. And he and his friends destroyed her. Now she is destined to be a little whore just like me.
Accomplice phone sex calls arouse me. I enjoy being your partner more than your victim. And men like you need me. Why? Because no girl or woman ever thinks that I mean them harm. The stranger danger seems far less for women than men. So that fact alone makes me invaluable. And that alone is why I am still alive today.
My former master usually kills his girls when they age out for him. Even though I hung around longer than most, I only survived because I brought him one teen whore after another to fuck. And because I proved he needed me he never killed me. In fact, now I freelance for him. Although I have other clients too, no one pays like him. So, if he needs me, I tell him his domination phone sex partner will get him whatever he likes.
This weekend he wanted a black or Latina girl. In the past, he strictly wanted premium grade white girl meat. But I did not ask questions. Girls who ask too many questions never ask questions again. I found a Latina girl skipping school. Young but still had that big booty I knew master wanted with an ethnic girl. My former master loves hardcore anal sex. He thinks he broke my ass in, but really my daddy did that when I was just a teen girl.
I lured this girl away easily with promises of making her famous. My new line with young girls is that I am a content maker and I need help with a Tic Tok. Girls eat that up because the younger generation believes in getting rich by going viral. She did not know that she likely would die going viral in a teen rape porn. But her future was not my concern.
Master hired me to bring him an ethnic girl, and that’s what I did. And he paid me well; so, he paid me to not care about her fate. I am sure she did not survive the night. My former master makes the most realistic snuff films because they are real.
Men often tell me that I possess the perfect ass for an ass rape porn. Although I slipped into the accomplice role a few years ago, I still admit to loving anal. My girlfriend and I went to this dive bar nearby where we live. We wanted some trouble. And trouble we found. No women but us in the bar. Initially, we felt like we should leave. The vibe seemed hostile towards women.
We ordered one drink and planned on leaving because no one seemed pleasant. It felt like an incel bar. Like all the misogynistic men with no social skills in our town went to this bar the very night my girlfriend and I did. When we went to leave, one of the patrons yanked me back and said, “Not so fast whore.” Now we knew we never should have gone inside this bar. It had gangbang rape porn set vibes.
And these men did not like two blonde goddesses on their turf. But it appeared to be two strippers against at least 30 men. If we fought, we could end up dead, so we played nice. We stayed, did shots with the guys and showed off our best stripper moves. Neither of us wanted to fuck any of the men in that bar. But we knew that the moment we walked inside it. We should have turned right back around.
But we did not. And we both knew fighting these men would be detrimental to our health and looks. So, we let them fuck us. My girlfriend and I acted like we loved those men. They sodomized us with cocks and beer bottles. Neither of us are strangers to rough sex. But this fell under the category of rough sex cubed. I mean neither of us ever experienced a group of such angry losers before. Maybe one incel guy at a time. But never a gang of woman hating losers at once. At least I was not alone.
Now we know. Our buttholes appear battered and prolapsed. We are sporting some bruises and ligature marks around our throats from choking us while they explored their rape phone sex fantasies. We will never go to that dive bar again. And I suggest no woman ever go there either.
I know I am too old for teen rape porn. But I did have my heyday as my father’s fuck slut. He made lots of home movies with me that he sold to old perverts who wanted brat porn with a cute young daughter. The real incest porn that many of my callers and associates crave. Sometimes, men hire me to help them make a home movie with their daughter or niece, even a neighbor girl.
I never mind. Not only do I get to help a man explore his rape fantasies, but I also get to help him preserve the memory and make some money along the way. Over the past few years, I’ve developed quite a name for myself. Men know that if they need an accomplice phone sex partner, I am their girl. And I can lure young girls away without a struggle. They go with me willingly because they believe my lies.
Recently, I helped a man force fuck his neighbor girl. Cute young blonde thing. Total cock tease. So, I understood why he wanted to fuck her tight virgin cunt. I mean most men would want to fuck her. But my client did not want to kill her. Too much suspicion would fall on him. And I get it. Completely understandable. A cute young girl next door goes missing, the cops investigate the father and the neighbors first.
I took care of everything. I drugged her so her memory would be spotty. And I got my client a Halloween mask to cover his identity. Not like she will remember much, but just in case, I took all precautions. And my client seemed very happy with the outcome. He got to fuck the Lolita cock tease next door. And boy did he fuck her too.
She laid their lifeless because of the drugs I slipped her. She would wake up eventually. But she would not remember much. Her sore pussy might tell a story, but my client wore a rubber so no DNA would be found in any of her fuck holes. I hated that he needed to wrap his cock to make her his ass rape porn star too. But an accomplice thinks of everything so you can enjoy those young tight fuck holes.
He called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.
Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.
Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.
I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.
Snuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?
A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.
Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.
I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.
Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.
