Cannibalism phone sex was not on my agenda this weekend. I went camping with some girlfriends for Labor Day weekend. We did it old school too. Tents and everything. I had this nagging feeling that someone was watching us Friday night. I wrote it off as having seen one too many horror films. We got in the jeep to go four wheeling the next morning when we blew a tire. I got out to see what the problem was to discover an arrow throw the front tire. This was no accident. Arrows started flying through the air at us. We were being hunted. As I tried to get my girls in a group, an arrow went right through Paula. Lilly and I ran screaming but we were caught up in a net suspended us in the trees. There he was underneath us, making yummy noises like we were dinner. We soon realized we were dinner. Paula was too skinny to be a good meal he said, but Lilly and I had just the right amount of meat on our bones to be succulent he said. I thought this was some sort of sick joke or a bad dream. But we ended up in his cabin in the woods being prepped for his dining pleasure. We were hosed down like animals; all jewelry removed; our heads shaved since we were not natural blondes. We were dipped in a vat of melted butter, olive oil and seasonings. Our skin glistened as he made sure to rub his special sauce all over our bodies. We screamed when we saw the industrial size oven and the huge pans. I tried to plead for mercy. He shoved an apple in my mouth to shut me up. A matching one was shoved up my ass. He was humming a tune, when he opened the oven door. Warm air waffled over us as he sat us in the pans and pushed us in the oven. “See you soon for dinner,” was the last thing I heard.
Strangulation phone sex? I was at this fetish club last weekend that was supposedly safe. The guys were screened I was told. I was in this room with a guy. I told him I was into erotic asphyxiation and pain. We agreed on safe words, but he ignored them and strangled me while fucking my ass until I passed out. He would slap my face really hard to snap me back out of it, then just do it again. I tried screaming for help, but I couldn’t get much out. Legitimate bondage and BDSM clubs don’t allow certain things. Body fluids can’t be exchanged like cum, piss, shit and blood. And no hurting the submissive whores permanently. What we do outside the club, they don’t give a fuck about. This was supposedly an upscale fetish club with clients well screened. This guy was trying to strangle me to death and make me star in his ass rape porn. After about the 5th time that I passed out, I guess I didn’t wake up as easily. What woke me up was piss in the mouth. He was inches from my face, so I bit his balls. I was afraid this guy was going to kill me. He punched me in the face so hard I think he broke my nose. I was choking on my blood. He was violating every rule they had in this club. I managed to get to the door in our struggle and yell for help. Several big burly security guards came to my aid, or so I thought. They looked at the room for a second, then me. In that look I knew I was in trouble. “Someone is being a bad whore,” one them said as the other two rushed me. They pinned me on the floor and took turns force fucking me, while my original master of the hour jacked off on my face. After they all sodomized me, they let me go and told me I was no longer welcome in their club.
Accomplice phone sex fantasies make me so wet. I am usually the victim, but I have dark fantasies too. I love the idea of killing and force fucking sweet young things. I love the thought of helping you molest, torture, even snuff little girls. My fantasies are varied, but I love the idea of getting revenge on the mean girls from school by hurting their precious baby girls in front of them. I’m quite certain that any spawn from a bitch, will also be a bitch. The world needs fewer bitches, don’t you agree? Bitches don’t suck cock or take it in the ass, at least not willingly. Together we can teach young and old bitches a lesson. I love especially being daddy’s accomplice. After I age out for daddy, I help him find fresh young meat with really tight holes. Tight holes we can completely destroy. If I am good for you daddy and bring you a really pretty one, maybe I can use a strap on and fuck her too? The possibilities are endless when a submissive whore is your accomplice. I want your approval so bad, I will do anything you say, even snuff out the little bitch. Oh please oh please can we find some young thing to play with together? Maybe we can make her a snuff porn star?
What are you taboo phone sex fantasies? I have all kinds, but my favorite involve torture. I am a pain slut. It all started when I was very young. Daddy did very bad things to my ass. According to my therapist, I cut myself as a way to feel in control over a life that was out of control. It was a bunch of psycho babble. The truth was I was a pain whore. I would use daddy’s razor blades to cut my flesh, then use my own blood as lube to play with my pussy. I wasn’t traumatized by daddy using my bottom like I was an ass rape porn star. I realized I loved pain. I also discovered I had a morbid curiosity for blood. Flash forward two decades and I am a submissive whore who loves to be hurt. I need men who aren’t afraid to leave a mark on me. Knives, razor blades, nails, hammers, pliers, hat pins… Sharp and blunt objects that can cause deadly trauma are my favorite for you to use on me. I am well beyond the ropes and chains phase of my life. I have built up a high tolerance for pain over the years. What kind of damage can you do to me? Are you man enough to do it?
Snuff porn is 99.9% fake. At least what is on the Internet is fake. But, every now and again one makes it on the Internet and people assume it is a really good fake snuff film, but it’s not. I saw one recently I knew was real. My companion for the night asked me how I knew it was not fake. I knew because I was there. About three years ago I woke up chained in a basement. I had clearly been force fucked for hrs, maybe even days. The last I had remembered, I was having drinks with a guy I met online. That man drugged me and sold me to a guy for $1,ooo. A mere grand was all my life was worth. I was not the only woman in that dungeon. This was clearly a Hostel type situation. Women were kidnapped, drugged and sold to the highest bidder to do whatever the fuck they wanted to them. I thought I had been sold simply for gangbang rape porn. That was just foreplay to them.
As I was bound in shackles, I was forced to watch them mutilate a young girl. She didn’t look like a street girl, runaway or even a junkie. This was some family’s pride and joy. The more I focused on her face, the more I realized who she was through the bruises and swelling. She was a high profile missing girl from an affluent family. I knew they would never see their baby girl again. I watched as some masochistic asshole put her on an old time rack. I didn’t know they existed. Her tiny teen body was torn in half. I watched mortified, fearing that was my fate next. I wanted to vomit as I watched her body twitch. She did not die instantly. Her brain took awhile to catch up to her body. I watched as blood and sinew poured from her body. I counted in my brain how long it took her to die. 240 seconds. Approximately 4 agonizing minutes to die. As I watched the snuff film with my companion, I told him how many seconds it would take her to die.
How did I survive he asked? I was never meant to die. Only to bear witness to the fact that snuff movies are real.
Snuff porn is so popular. It is a dark fetish for so many folks. Even women have snuff fantasies. Some women are really cruel mistresses who love to kill blonde bimbos like me. I answered an ad on the Back Pages for a threesome. It sounded like a hot scenario. I saw pictures of the couple, very handsome. They just wanted a subbie playmate. I fit that bill. When I arrived, I knew something was off. This was no normal couple. More like Bonnie and Clyde or some other deranged killer duo in history. I could see the madness in their eyes. Hers primarily. Her soul was black. I sat down and she spit in my face, then poured her hot cup of coffee on my tits. She scalded my boobs and laughed. Flat out laughed as I cried in pain. I attempted to flee for the door, but he grabbed me. He restrained me while she kicked me repeatedly for hours. I was semi conscious when I got a reprieve. I heard them laughing in the other room. Blood covered my face. I was choking on blood and vomit. I was dizzy. Everything was blurry, but I tried to crawl to the door to escape. I thought I had my freedom. My bloodied hand was on the knob, when something sharp pierced through my ass. The pain was beyond imagine. It came out my mouth and pinned me to the door. I was speared. Spit roasted like a pig. I couldn’t breathe or move. Like road kill, I was waiting to die. Die at the hands of two strangers I thought wanted to fuck a submissive whore. My blue eyes looked at the man for some sort of answer as to why me. He knew that look. He patted my head and said, “Because you are a stupid whore who hooks up with strangers. The only good whore is a dead whore.”
I love fulfilling rape phone sex fantasies. This morning I got to be a little black cock cheating whore who got taught a lesson. I left my ex boyfriend for this big black bull who likes to rough me up. It is okay. I don’t mind him man handling because he has a 13 inch cock. Women will do anything for a cock that big. That is why so many chicks stay with assholes and wife beaters. They have a big dicks. They are only weak for huge cock. Well my ex heard my current boyfriend put me in the hospital. He showed up trying to get me back. He was pretty shocked that I chose to stay with a man who made me black and blue. I had to dish out some tough love. “You are pathetic. You have a little dick. Leroy is more of a man than you could ever hope to be. Now leave,” I yelled at him. I was sure that being humiliating on my porch like that would make him leave. He snapped. He started calling me a Nigger loving whore. Told me I likely have a diseased cunt. I didn’t know who he was anymore. I yelled at him to take his tiny dick off my porch. Fucking fool. Yell all he wants; that is not what makes a man. Every woman knows that cock size is what separates the boys from the men. The moment I started taunting him nonstop about his tiny dick he lost it. Pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the stomach. I fell to the ground. He pulled his cock out and fucked my ass as I laid their bleeding out. He picked up the knife and stabbed me more. This time in my whore bags. He came in me as I took my last breath. He taught this black cock cheating whore her final lesson.
I have been told I am the perfect snuff porn star. I don’t know how to take it. I think every submissive whore fantasizes about being killed at the hands of a strong dominant man, but in reality she doesn’t really want to die. I can’t control fate, however. If I am meant to die at your hands, then so be it. I went out for my morning jog . It was way too hot to be running later in the day. I took a new route through the park. Something hard hit me in the head. I kept running despite feeling dizzy. When blood started running down my face, I knew something bigger had hit me than I thought. I guess my adrenaline was pumping. I stopped, stumbled and passed out after seeing a shadowy figure. I awoke tied to a St. John’s cross with an industrial vibrator torturing my pussy. I started convulsing from the over stimulation. I begged for mercy. If he wanted to explore some rape fantasy he had, I assured him I wouldn’t fight back. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me,” I begged. “I’m not going to violate a diseased whore. I’m just going to bash your brains in,” he replied with an evil laugh. I pissed myself in fear. He sounded like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning-completely deranged. I knew he was serious when I saw the table of torture devices. Deadly items like saws, hammers, butcher knives and chainsaws. He started by ramming a sharp spike between both tits. I let out a blood curdling scream. My tits were spit roasted. He pierced my clit with a similar object. Blood was trickling down my body like I was a Vampire’s bitch. When I started to pass out from the pain, he punched me in the face. The cross I was affixed to spun around. He gave me a spin like an amusement park game as he threw knives at me. One hit me in the femoral artery. Blood gushed out of me. I felt cold, weak….as things went dark, I heard him say, he was going to enjoy my warm dead corpse.
My masters run the gamut. Some are very cruel men who like to inflict pain. Others are more on the sensual domination side. Master Troy is somewhere in between. I was very excited for our date. I groomed myself accordingly as he likes a smooth surface. It began with forced intoxication. He loves to make me sick from alcohol. I had to chug everything from wine to whisky. The combination of the liquor made me puke. I was so drunk I fell down. Slipped in my own puke. As I was dizzy from intoxication, Master Troy barked orders at me. I had to do various tasks. Crawl to him with a paddle in my mouth like a dog bringing him a slipper. He then used that paddle repeatedly on my bare ass. My knees were covered in puked. I was light headed, feeling really ill. He made me chug more booze. Jagermister. It tasted like licorice. It was awful. I would rather guzzle a bucket of cum. That was coming soon. The more I drank, the more I puked. Master Troy was laughing at me. Taking pictures of the “wasted whore.” He kept pushing me down with his foot as I tried to get up. My body was being used as a mop. He pushed my face in the puke. I was so out of it, I licked it up like his pet. I am his pet. I am his whore. I was a hot mess, but that didn’t prevent master from making a gangbang ass rape porn with me as the star. He ushered in a bunch of men I didn’t know. I couldn’t really count, but from the feel of the cocks in my ass it was a lot. At some point I passed out in a pool of puke and cum. Whore written across my face in my own lipstick.
Do you have snuff phone sex fantasies? I swear every caller I get does. They are more common than you think. Either I am the woman who scorned him and he wants revenge or I’m daddy’s little cock teasing whore in need of punishment, deadly punishment. Or, sometimes I am just a random opportunity to do very bad things to; things men have dreamed of doing but fear of prison prevents them acting on their dark desires. Whatever the call, there are literally a million ways to die. They range from simple and quick to elaborate and painful. All of which get my cunt really wet. I know, right? What is wrong with me that I get off on killer phone sex? My psychologist says it comes from feelings of worthlessness. I have daddy issues. Personally, I just think I am a sick and twisted pain slut. Therapy can’t help me. I was a cutter as a young girl. I have little razor blade scars all over my body. I loved mutilating my pretty flesh. Now, I love men mutilating my body. They love it too. I get cut, branded, burned, bruised, stabbed and sliced. The feel of blood trickling or pouring out of me is an arousing sensation. I like being vulnerable. I like not having control. I like not knowing what could happen to me. The more creative you get with our little snuff porn endeavor, the wetter my pussy gets. I have been told too that my screams, pleas and cries are cock hardening. I can’t help it. I love starring in my own horror movie. Well costarring. You are really the star as you have all the power and creative control over my demise. Just promise me you will make it as gory and humiliating as possible.
