We all have a calling. For me it’s to be that Bimbo pain slut sadistic phone sex victim. I’m enthusiastic, excited, wet, and horny when I see a brawny sadistic male. I just want him to use me in every way possible. I want to be broken, and to be the whore that fuels his rape fantasies.
I am a complete fucking worthless piece of sweet fuck meat barbie ass whore for some lucky sadistic man. You can make me the bloodied up, cum covered, sliced up whore of your dreams if you want. You need to use me as you cum slut fuck doll. Slice me up, fuck my neck hole and I can call you daddy and beg you to use my decapitated head as your pleasure sleeve. I want that daddy. You can murder me and fuck me until my corpse rots.
His darkest fantasy rape for snuff sex plagued his mind. He wanted to ruin his bitch slut sister and I was the perfect victim. Fake, hot and a blonde too good for him bimbo. In his eyes all blondes are bimbos. My fake tits made me even more of a bimbo. He despised me and wanted me at the same time. He hooked up with me on a sugar daddy site. He wooed me because he needed to have me.
As a material girl I was way out of his league too. He took out a second mortgage on his condo just to pay the rate for me. Things he did just to get me to fulfill his need. He took out loan to lease a sports car and managed to afford a high end dinner of private catering on the roof of his condo. It was elegant and due to covid it was our own secluded little meal. I never expected that we would be so alone and so high above the city. His condo was a showplace and he had a temporary period of being the only one in the newly renovated warehouse building. We were completely alone.
He gave me a dress to put on and some heels and lingerie. It wasn’t new, and it had another woman’s perfume on it. Once I came out in it he called me by another woman’s name. I was Ursula. I played along. He said we would do something different. Something was in the champagne that made me feel funny. Last I recall he helped me to the bedroom. I was conscious but paralyzed. He shoved me down on the bed and violently violated me. His hands were big on my neck and I lost all consciousness. I was certainly due my destruction and I hope it was worth it for him.
I never thought I would be the main course in that way. It was cannibalism phone sex this pervert wanted. He said he wanted to eat my ass and I thought it was a little tame. I mean sometimes they just want some of me. I never thought I’d get roasted and eaten. I expected to get toasted but like you know drunk? He wanted to roast my ass like a side of beef and slice into it. He declined my tits because they were silicone. My fattiest part was my ass. He was drooling over it like I was a piece of meat a carnivore chooses to be prepared. Well I guess that is exactly what I was. He pumped my pussy with his cock and even fucked my ass. He slapped it around as he fucked me. I guess he was just tenderizing the made course. I was washed and douched with bouillon. He described that the bouillon makes the meat sometimes. Especially when it’s a little fatty and lean the flesh needs a good penetrating marinating of a thick oil. He said olive oil and rosemary will really make me a succulent dish. I was terrified as he had me on that cold steel table. He cut my implants out and stuffed my mouth with carrots and potatoes. He added herb bundles in my cunt and some sausage roll in my ass. I was stuffed oiled and slid into the oven. Bon Appetit.
It’s hot scene for a 2 girl phone sex call. Two slutty whorish blonde victims. You lured us separately and trapped us in a dungeon or basement. Our senses are distraught as it’s very dark and concrete here. We are being treated like some kind of caged animals and only given a bucket to use for toilet and a bowl of water each. We are chained with a collar. Our wrists and ankles are shackled. There’s a webcam in each corner of the cell. We are being recorded and watched.
We beg and plea to be let go. Please let us out! It’s been a few hours and the drugs you injected us with are wearing off. We are at opposite sides of the cell and can’t even reach one another. We chained beasts and have no idea what is expected of us. There are voices coming silently to each of us. Telling us that the other one is plotting against us. You are trying to turn us against one another. We start to try and claw at each other but we can’t. I know you are just watching and laughing as we try to destroy one another and are destroying ourselves in the process. My neck is being cut by the collar I try getting out of the wrist shackles breaking my wrist.
You come in and are laughing. You bring in five huge hung men and let them go at us. We are being beat and fucked into a merciless bloody mess. You make me think that Sierra had plotted this abduction and singled me out at the club for the accomplice phone sex scene. You did the same to Sierra telling her it was me who chose her. We are just the victims in your sick game. This is not going to end well for us, is it?
It was a dark web attraction to the Gangbang rape porn advertisement. I was the perfect fit for their fantasy role. I was a beautiful blond with fake tits and cock sucking lips. It was as though I was the poster girl for their vision. I was elated and delighted with how perfect the role was for me. I enjoyed getting coked up and snuffed out on set. The guys were all lined up throwing down some big wads of cash to get their turn. I was not spared by the last few that paid the most. They paid for a used up bimbo with holes ripped up and dripping with bloodied cum. It was magnificent the level of pain they asserted on me. I was taken to such a high and the IV of heroin certainly made it so mother fucking pleasurable to be beat to death like they did. They expected me to die. I thought I was going to go out with this one and begged for more pain. But I survived and awoke in the Hospital yet again the morphine surging through me and me begging the orderly to fuck me.
I was asleep and swear I was having the weirdest dream. I would call it a torture sex nightmare, really. It wasn’t a dream though. I woke up and it was all happening as though I was in sleep paralysis. I felt like my body was abducted by demons and they were ravishing every inch of it. My breasts were clawed and bloody. My cunt was burning as though it was clawed at and penetrated by a hot poker. Thing is, I couldn’t scream or fight it. I like hovered over my body as this was happening and was fully aware. The pain, seeing it and experiencing it. Kind of like an alien abduction episode of the X-files only it was with Alien Demons? They were like destroying me with claws and huge demon cocks. These cocks were straight out of hell. They were glaring bright like a burning staff. I was in so much pain and somehow I was forced to watch and experience every bit of the pain. I could not move on my own will nor could I scream or utter the slightest noise, well except for moans. I know I was not moaning, something was possessing me. I woke up and everything seemed normal. Except, I had a belly bulge. Was I implanted with demon seed impregnation?
It was a Murder Phone Sex Fantasies kind of start to my 2021. I’m just such a fucking slut and whore. It’s inevitable that I get these fantasy raped kind of things happening to me all the time. We have snow where I live. It was fucking freeing out New Years Evening and the day as well. I was cornered at the club by a group of frat type guys. They were not letting up with their comments. Instead they started to grope at me. They got crude. All I did was giggle at one that commented on how hot I looked and how he’d fuck me hard. I walked away without thanking him. He was livid with me and called me a stuck up bitch. He and his crew of guys cornered me and asked why I was such a cunt.
I didn’t find any of them attractive nor my type but their sadistic phone sex plans were clear. They were college guys with no money. I am a material girl and a gold digging whore. These poor assed mommy and daddy supporting assholes aren’t worthy of my time. They were as inexperienced and useless as their bank accounts were overdrawn. I hated their attention. They started manhandling me and ripping my clothes off once they shoved me out the back. I was freeing and shoved down in the snow and got what was coming to me. They all took their turns on me and tried to be some kind of snuff sex superstars. I was bleeding in the snow with frost bit nipples and in so much pain when a couple of guys found me moments after the guys took off. They were back there smoking a joint when they noticed me and showed mercy. I know you won’t show mercy on my whoredness.
It’s true, I was given to a sadistic sex predator as a Living Torture sex fuck doll. The gift tag attached stated I was disposable and to have fun. I was purchased and sent to this felon escapee that was hiding out. He was a sexual predator serial killer and loved Barbie types. He has murdered too many for him to even keep track. Picking up girls online dating sites was the start, then he needed something more and started whore hunting. He would stalk drunk college aged chicks from the clubs that were all dolled up for fucking. He claims he just gave them what they craved. The attention and the cock and to be tortured and put to death. These chicks were nothing but trash anyway. The very same was true about me. The fact that I got wet and moaned as he fantasy raped my holes made him even meaner. He didn’t want me to derive pleasure. I cried and begged even just to get more pain. He put cigarette burns on my nipples, my clit and even my ass. I still wanted more. He sliced off my nipples, sliced my clit and ejaculated on my bloodied sliced up parts and I still came. I am lucky he has allowed me to live. He just couldn’t get off with someone like me and put me to the streets.
I’m destined to a life of Torture Phone Sex. It was a casting call this time to just model lingerie. I showed up and there were five big burly men waiting for me. They had a rack of lingerie and what appeared to be another rack with shackles and rope. I was asked to undress completely so they could inspect the goods. I was forced to undress slowly. They wanted a show from the start. I had to bend over to take my bra off. While I was bent over I felt hands on my bare ass slapping me. I still had my panties on. I was to stand up and get my tits slapped then. I slid my panties down with a shimmy and was getting swatted at by a riders crop like I was some kind of animal. They laughed at me and made me stand there naked as they cuffed my wrists and lifted me by them. Things were headed in a Snuff sex direction. The proceeded to prod at me with a cattle prod and slap at me with a cat-o-nine tails. I was stinging all over my body and my twat was wet. They laughed at me hen they realized this. They wasted no time dropping me from the pully and making me fall to the floor with a thud. They then all grabbed at me and started to shove their throbbing penises in all of my holes calling me a filthy slut and I deserve every bit of what I am going to get. My holes were ripped open and then they brought in the big beast. I was done for it when that cock penetrated me and thrust so hard it destroyed my insides and left me with internal bleeding and full of cum. This Fantasy Phone Sex scene is exactly how my life ends.
This snuff porn audition I went for turned out more wrong than ever. It was a gang initiation effort to test wannabe gangsters. These guys set up a gruelsome scene. They used an old meat processing plant. The white blonde whores like me were the cattle. We would be processed in a different matter. The idea was to see if the guys had it in them to ganbang a white slut to her death. I was forced to choke on the cocks of the leading gang members until their initiates showed up. My throat was fucked raw and they couldn’t leave my blonde cunt and ass alone either. They used me up before the fun- in their eyes- was about to begin. They were going on about this and laughing as they slapped me around and beat me. I was their to get snuffed and got some good dick while I waited. Just another day of being whore meat.
