Torture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine. I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.
Snuff sex? It’s too final for me. I mean snuff equals death, right? He said we were just simulating a snuff scenario. I didn’t have a choice. He is a man. Men are always in control, at least with me. I’m just a blonde bimbo, right? I’m not good for anything but fucking, sucking and abusing. When I arrived, I was ordered to disrobe. It was time for a naked inspection. Him and his friends inspected me for body hair and cleanliness. I had very specific orders on how I was to appear before arrival. Clean, shaved and sans any make up, perfume or jewelry. Once I passed inspection, I was escorted to the basement with several other women. Someone was cooking something. I could smell the aroma. Sweet with herbs. It was hard to imagine we were being served dinner. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we all gasped when we realized we were going to be dinner. Big caldrons of water hanging over open flames with girls already cooking. Have you ever smelled cooking flesh? Apples were placed in our mouths. A masked man rubbed us down with a butter and olive oil mixture. Another man sprinkled herbs on us. I sat there scared knowing I was simply waiting my turn to be cooked to death. I felt a strange mix of fear and satisfaction. If going to die, at least I knew I would make a satisfying meal. What are your cannibalism phone sex fantasies?
Taboo phone sex topics are my specialty as a submissive whore. My life reads like a taboo novel, so it’s fitting really. I have this new master I have been hanging with lately. He has a young daughter he covets. I came to the realization that he wanted me as an accomplice to make her his sex slave. I guess he thought having a woman break her in would ease her into the transition from daughter to sex slave. She is a pretty young thing. I could see why his dick was hard for her. I’m a used up old whore, but Alexis is a perky, tight, untouched little slut.
I was to make a teen rape porn with my master’s jail bait daughter. I drugged her before bed, then woke her up an hour later. She was groggy, confused, just what I wanted; just what master wanted. I started finger fucking her young tight pussy. She fought me at first, then let herself give into the sensation out of fear as my hand was around her throat. She was so wet. Daddy was watching in the doorway with his dick out as I molested his virgin daughter. I was getting wet too.
I don’t get many chances to be in control. I was a puppet for my master, merely doing what he wanted, but still it turned me on to have that young hot thing under my control; afraid of me. Daddy couldn’t take much more. He joined us on the bed. I didn’t have to jack or blow him. He was ready to put his hard cock into his daughter’s tight teen pussy. I spit on her cunt, guided his cock into her virgin cunt and basked in the knowledge that I had been a good little accomplice. She was crying. Daddy fucked her hard; gave her a bloody swollen cunt. Alexis was daddy’s fuck pig now. I guess I need to find a new master. You don’t fuck a tight little pussy then want a used up whore like me, right?
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, I have a story for you. I got stood up for a date last night. I was dressed up too. I was told we were going to a swank restaurant then to a fancy fundraiser so I should be dressed accordingly. I may be a blonde bimbo, but I can clean up for the right occasion. I tried texting and calling after I had been sitting for an hour waiting to be picked up. I didn’t want to change clothes quit yet. I looked so pretty; I looked almost regal. I fixed a glass of wine and looked for a movie to watch on cable. After about 4 glasses, I was sloshed. My dog started barking. I figured he was going crazy over the neighbor’s pups like usual, so I ignored him. I should have listened; he was trying to warn me of an intruder. Before I could get to my cell phone to call 911, the masked man had me pinned against the wall. He ripped my pretty clothes off as he pressed his cock against my ass. He slammed me down against a table so he could force his cock inside my ass. As he squeezed my neck, he whispered in my ear, “You didn’t think you were going to get the royal treatment tonight, did you whore?” He used his strong hand to turn my head just to spit in my face. He let out a roaring laugh at my expense. “Whores like you don’t get treated like princesses,” he said as he anally assaulted me. I knew it was too good too be true. Blonde bimbos like me don’t get wined and dined; we get fucked and used. After he came in my ass, he fisted my cunt. He left as quietly as he arrived, leaving me in a pool of cum.
Taboo phone sex is all I know. My life mirrors that of a taboo submissive whore, so I understand the kinky desires of men. My callers are not the only ones with dark desires. Many of the men I meet on the BDSM circuit have dark desires too. Henry seemed like a normal man. Well, he seemed normal for a dominant man. When I arrived at his house, we were not alone. There were several other women there, along with a bunch of men. When I asked, what was going on, I got slapped, restrained and gagged. It was clear this was a slave auction. I have heard about these things. Guys bid on whores for things like gangbang rape porn, even snuff. The highest bidder on a whore wins her the night. They go off into a room, maybe the girl comes out alive, maybe she doesn’t. I was hoping that the guy who won me wouldn’t be a sick bastard. He was rough, but he didn’t seem into snuff. I was tied up still. He had no interest in unbinding me. As he skull fucked me, I heard blood curdling screams from other rooms. I felt grateful that at worst, my ass would prolapse and I might puke on a cock. After being skull fucked until I indeed puked, I got sodomized. First by his cock, then his fist and finally a baseball bat. My ass was swollen and bloody, like a pacifier, it hung on the outside. I was battered and sore, but I know a gift when I get one. He let me live. Other girls at that auction were not so lucky. It could have easily been me screaming for my life. As I crawled out of the room, I got a foot to the back of my head. “Not so quick, whore. Did I say you were through yet,” the guy who brought me there said. I knew it was too good to be true.
I was told I look like I should be in snuff movies. That is not a good thing. It means like I look like I should be killed and tortured. It gets me in a lot of trouble. Last night I was in the wrong part of town. My master sent me to pick up his coke. What he failed to tell me was that he owed his dealer a lot of money and he worked out a deal that included me. Not just me blowing him or fucking me, but him and his friends roughing me up. I walked into the crappy little house that doubled as a meth lab and knew I should run. But, I knew if I came home empty handed, master would hurt me far worse than any drug dealer would. “You are hotter than I expected, Cassie,” he said to me as he grabbed my titties. Out came a bunch of black men. Rough looking black men too. Tats, piercings, all in leather. I think they were bikers. “We heard you are a nigger whore, bitch,” one seethed as he pulled a monster cock out of his pants. I was surrounded by black cock. Huge black cock. I swallowed hard, knowing I was about to star in a gangbang rape porn. I felt a smack to the back of the head and I was down on my knees. They shoved cocks in my mouth so deep and hard I puked. I felt my jaw pop. They roughed me up with their dicks. Skull fucked me till my mouth and nose bled. Fucked my cunt and ass until both holes tore. I pissed and shit myself as they forced fucked be into oblivion. I was coated in cum and blood. They just snapped pictures and laughed at my disgrace. I was so battered, one of the guys had to drive me back to my master. “Debt paid” was branded on my ass. A bag of coke was shoved in my asshole. Master beat me til I shit it out. He kicked me in the pussy and told me to sleep tight because he was sending me to his heroin dealer in the morning.
I’m a taboo phone sex queen. I was raised a fuck slave. I enjoy being submissive to men. I met Matt on Tinder. As we texted back and forth, I was clear about my submissive state. He presented himself as a dominant man, but when he arrived, he acted all vanilla and shit. Sure, I like being titty fucked, but only if you use nipple clamps or pierce my nipples with needles first. I did something I rarely need to do. I pushed him to be dominant. As he was banging my boobs and my mouth, I bit his cock hard enough to draw blood. I was hoping he would hit me. No such luck. You would have punched me hard enough to knock out teeth, I bet. Plan B. I bit his nut sack. He was raised not to hit a woman, he informed me. What the fuck? I reiterated my stance that I like it rough. I told him I like my fucking to be a fine line between rough sex and snuff sex. When he again stated his position, I spit in his face. That he didn’t like. That made him shove me; shove me hard. I shoved back. Now he was getting the picture. I raised my hand to smack him, but he blocked me and punched me hard enough in the stomach that I fell to the ground. Once I was down, he started kicking me in the stomach and pussy. He hurled nasty names at me while pissing in my face. I was curled up in a ball on the floor, but he was not stopping. I brought out his inner demon. All that pent up rage came out as he kicked the shit out of me. I was a bloody bruised mess. I came so hard. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Snuff porn doll is my screen name on a few extreme fetish sites. I am a fetish circuit staple. Men know my reputation as a nasty freak who does anything because I am a stupid submissive whore. I know one of these days my luck is going to run out. I court danger way too often. I joke that I have more lives than a pussy. Friday night I met up with these sick guys I met online. They were looking to snuff a girl. I was way too old for their victim type, but I convinced them to let me be an accomplice. I can lure young girls away from their parents or friends easier than any man. I had to endure some pain to prove that I was not the police, but it was worth it to go along for the ride. They were tweakers. They are the worst as far as sick minds go. I tried to downplay my bimbo looks so I could play my part. I knew if I failed them, they would snuff me instead. I found an angel who fit their description. I used the lost puppy story to lure away the young girl from her pack of friends. Lured her right to the white van where my new friends gagged and drugged her. I didn’t even know where we were taking her. We ended up in a fishing cabin a few hours from town. I swear it looked like a torture room in the Saw movies. Rusty knives, chains and medieval torture sex devices. I was beginning to have regrets. They were going to snuff this little girl out in very painful ways. Not before they force fucked her first, however. I watched as their man dicks ravaged her tiny virgin holes. They showed no mercy. But that was nothing compared to what came next. I watched as they dismembered her tiny body. Her blood splatter covered my body. They fucked her limbless body too. They watched amused as she slowly bled out. They told me I made a great accomplice. “Keep bringing us little whores like this, and you can stay alive Cassie,” the ring leader seethed. I thought to myself, what the fuck have I started here.
Bondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead. In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit. I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation. This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.
When I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms. Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…
Strangulation phone sex? I know, you wonder how that works. A couple ways actually. I love to choke myself. I practice erotic autoerotic asphyxiation. I have an array of scarves I can use around my neck, even a few belts. I know how to choke myself. Of course I prefer you to strangle me. I have this guy who enjoys throttling my throat as I give him head. I masturbated with him. Sometimes I cum right before I pass out. I go to clubs where I can practice autoerotic asphyxiation to hone my craft. But I digress. I just wanted you to understand that I take strangle fantasies seriously. The other way this works is with roleplay phone sex. I love fantasy calls that result in my dismemberment even death. Why? Because I am a twisted girl with very dark desires. Strangulation phone calls really get me off because I can practice auto erotic asphyxiation while we fantasize about your hands around my neck. I can be your cheating whore woman. I can be the chick that dissed you. I can be the submissive whore that I am. The girls on this site are here for your taboo phone needs. Nothing too extreme or taboo for me; but if you call me for a strangle fantasy, know that I will be wrapping a pretty silk scarf around my neck and rubbing my clit.
