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Gangbang Rape Porn Is Beneficial

Gangbang rape porn

 

Filming gangbang rape porn does a lot for me, it’s really beneficial.  Friends, finances and fuck action, I get it all when I record and distribute my salacious sex sessions with a group of ravenous, cum crazed fuck fiends.  Like all of my other evil exploits, I got this shit down to a science.  I give that credit to the Virgo side of me.

Finding a bunch of boys who want to gang up on a hot little helpless and horrified teen whore and do everything they want to her is never a problem.  Sometimes they wimp out when I tell them that I’m going to put them on camera.  That’s okay, I put those high strung little fuck pigs on my other list to revisit at a later time when I’m not feeling very nice.

Of course I orchestrate the whole thing but I don’t sacrifice any of my uncertain feelings when four or five guys are violating me.  I like not knowing if I’ll make it through to the end to even cut off the cameras and edit everything together so I tell them what toys and restraints to use and make sure they understand my safety signals then let them go to work.  Whatever they want within certain bounds and I always know that they’re going to push those limits.

My ass and pussy never seem to get tired of being endlessly stretched out and reamed, but my throat has never been able to get over that pesky gag reflex.  Guys like that shit, though.  Making an incapacitated slut gag and puke all over their cocks really gets some guys off, and I get it.  Frankly, that’s the one part I can do without but both the players and the viewers like to see it, so I let them push their pricks as far down my esophagus as they can to produce a puddle of my own gut grime for me to roll around in while they torture me and use my holes.  Besides, if they go too far and try to choke me all the way out with their massive throat clogging meat, I can just bite it off.  Nothing makes a rape loving degenerate think twice about his actions quicker than having another man’s cock spit into their faces.  When I use the gushing blood spewing out of the screaming man’s crotch knob to lube up my pussy and get myself off, it shuts the whole thing down.  It’s all good, I just rebrand it as a snuff video with a twist.  That’s the Scorpio coming out of me, for sure. 

I get top dollar for my gangbang rape porn videos and my viewers often times become my next performers.  Now that I have a thing going, it’s kind of an incestuous circle that goes a long way to feed and satisfy my dark desires.  Manufactured fucked up friends fueling my need to be completely dominated while helping me fund my lurid and frightful lifestyle at the same time.  Pretty smart, huh? 

 

The Torment of Torture Sex

Torture sex

 

I’m not sure which kind of fuck pig I like to torment and have torture sex with more, the horndog hogs or the slutty sows.  I don’t give a shit about gender, everyone can take their pretentious pronouns and fake ass wokeness and fucking choke on it for all I care.  I want tears, I want screams and I want blood.  Every last unlucky fuck piggy on earth has all of those inside of them and I revel in gory glory of being the entity in this world who beat it all out of them.  

Where does the torturing begin?  The mind.  A hemmed up little vixen doesn’t fear the volatile violation she’s about to receive if you don’t drag her brain through the muck first.  Sure, it hurts like hell, but do they fear death nearly as much as I whip and flog their flesh if I don’t humiliate them and tease them with all of my implements of pain and tools of persecution before I get to the dirty work?  I don’t think so.  

Once they’re properly tenderized, I can finally feel good about getting into that cunt or climbing onto a cock and draining all of the cum out of them that I can as they just hang there, restrained and writhing in the air.  I absolutely love to marinate their mangled pork meat with my pussy spit.  My tight and tortured twat power squirts and I’m a great fucking aim.  I love to blast it in their faces, drown them in a deluge of my juices every time I experience “Le Petite Mort” in my reign over them.

When I finally get my fill of torture sex and jizzing all over my fine fuck pig masterpieces, one thing is for certain.  They’re broken.  Hell, some of them don’t even make it through the whole encounter.  It’s bittersweet for me, I like to put people through as much punishment as possible before they expire, but turning a fuck pig into long pig is a snap and earns me a pretty good pay day in the right markets.

 

Who’s Watching The Babysitter?

Babysitter phone sex

My favorite babysitter phone sex story is from the first time I stalked, raped and murdered a promising young duty bound teen.  I’ll never forget it, it’s as clear in my mind now as it was the night it happened.  It was all over the news, I’m sure you heard about it.  Turned several lives upside down and completely shook a sleepy little lower middle class town to its core.  It was great!

I was traveling, took my tortured soul on a little road trip for some insipid inspiration.  I do that from time to time.  It’s good to get out and get a different perspective on life, plus it takes a little of the heat off of me back home.  I stopped at a gas station in a podunk town that couldn’t amount to more than a smeared splotch of fly shit on a map.  As I filled my tank, I noticed a bob haired teen walk out of the station and down the road toward the setting sun.  The urge struck, so I discreetly followed her to a quaint little house on a hill.

I sat in hiding for just a few moments before I saw a man and woman exit the home in what seemed to be their fanciest clothes, get into their car and zip off down the road.  At that moment I knew that I had just followed a babysitter and that this fateful night was going to be her last on this miserable, muck covered earth.

I was a patient predator, as I always am.  My hiding spot in the treeline was absolutely perfect and, when the time was right, I pounced.  It was just before midnight when I made my way around the house in the shadows and started testing windows.  The second one I tried was unlocked and I slipped my tiny self inside of it in a heartbeat.  Making entry is always so easy, you’d think a good babysitter would be more vigilant.  Stupid whores.

As luck would have it, I landed myself right in the little rugrat’s room and didn’t even wake the little fucker as I crept out and into the dark domicile.  The only light on in the place was in the living room, an ironically named area, considering what was about to happen.  I silently stalked through the hallway until I caught sight of my intended target, doing homework on the couch as she watched the Late Show.  

I could’ve just slipped up behind her and started strangling, but I like a fuck pig to be afraid of me before I take them out.  The smell and taste of fear in the air is absolutely exquisite.  If you haven’t had the pleasure, Man, you’re really missing out.  I waited for the girl to look up at the T.V. then I stepped out of the darkness right in her line of sight.  She jumped so high up off of the sofa you’d have thought that she had springs in her ass.

After the initial shock, there’s always a moment of confusion.  No one ever thinks that the 5’6” tiny framed blonde that’s standing in front of them is going to cause them any harm.  At first, anyway.  Once they process the look on my face as a malicious one, they seem to understand.  This simple servant slut didn’t get it until I had gotten halfway across the room leaving mere feet between us.  Poor little piggy, she even made it to the telephone and fingered out 911 on the buttons.  That was all I gave her.

As the operator answered on the other end, I wrapped the phone cord around her thin little neck a couple of times and pulled back with all of my might.  We fell to the floor as the operator answered and I rolled her so I ended up on her back, choking her out the whole time.  All the operator heard were grunts and gurgles as I wrapped the ball of cord in my right hand and jerked down her pants and panties with my left.  As her entire head started turning purple, I unzipped my fly, whipped out my fat black strapped on dildo and forced it into her tiny teen cunt.  She hacked out a few wails and moans as I went back and forth from pussy to ass and back again.  I could hear the operator on the other end asking questions, struggling to understand what was happening.  

I kept going, making sure the sitter had just enough air to live through the brutal pounding I gave her hot holes.  She started groaning and writhing and, just as her tight rims spasmed and clenched down on my dildo in an enormous orgasm, I tightened my hold until there was no breath or life left in her.  Perfect.  I stood up, ripped the phone out of the wall then took a couple of pics to memorialize the moment.  Then, I stuffed my fake black cock back into my trousers and darted out the same window I entered, leaving the little one safe and sound in their bed.  The police have no leads, I’m pretty sure they think they’re looking for a guy. Sexual assault with no seminal fluids, though.  That should tell them they’re not on the right path.

 

 

God Likes It, How About You?

Blasphemy phone sex

 

I hope you know that blasphemy phone sex is much more than just taking the lord’s name in vain or slapping around a nasty tempered nun.  At least, it is with me.  When you have a dark beast inside you driving your every desire, sacreligious sex becomes something evil and twisted.  Even the most fucked up and foul bible bashing pussy pounders tend to tap out of our cum drenched Christ crushing conversations earlier than they had expected.

Maybe the thought of me sitting on a group of debilitated nun faces and grinding my brown-pink asshole into their mouths while I mutilate their titties with a sharpened rosary gets guys off early, but the fear in their voice tells me that they’re too scared to finish.  Of me, of God or whatever.  Something about jamming a holy chalice rim first into a tight assed Reverend Mother’s hairy yet unsullied shit hole until she cums so hard that she gushes pussy juice and blood filled ass slime makes some wannabe butt abusing blasphemers hang up before I’m even close to being done with my sordid story.  Look, they paid the toll and knew what they were getting into.  It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of Nancies.

Some guys think that they can handle the thought of me ordering a dirty P loving priest to defile and abuse his innocent little altar attendants in every way imaginable while I please my pussy with an extra large crucifix until it’s a mangled bloody pulp, but when I get to bellowing out my favorite movie quote of all time, all I hear is a click and silence on the other end.  “Let Jesus fuck you!  Let Jesus fuck you!” is a phrase that’s turned me on since I was a little girl.  I guess they don’t like “The Exorcist” as much as I do.  Fucking faggots.

I hope you know what you’re asking for when you tell me you want to have some blasphemy phone sex.  Judging from my prior unholy fuck call experience, you’ll probably bail out before your time is up.  I don’t care if you cum or not, you already gave me your money.  If you don’t like it, toughen up and call me back.  Know what you’re asking for before you open your fat mouth.  And just remember, God is always watching and I guarantee you he likes to jerk his life giving cock to all of the pain and suffering he’s created.  I’m here to help him get off.  How about you?

 

Don’t Screw It Up, Guy!

Teen phone sex

 

I always find myself in these positions.  I hate feeling like this, it’s the most useless, submissive urge and desire I ever have inside of me, but I have it, nonetheless.  Sometimes I forget about my bloodlust for just a bit, just long enough to find a stranger who wants to experience my beautiful blossoming body and tight teen pussy.

No, I don’t find a guy who wants to chain me up and degrade me or slap me around until I’m bruised from head to toe.  That’s normal shit for me, getting beaten is part of what fuels me to fuck the world in the first place!  When I submit, it’s to myself, to my desire to take that extra step.  It’s not easy to control, believe you me.

I typically don’t give shits one or two about making a man my meat puppet for the rest of his pathetic existence, it’s my fucking modus operandi, all planned and laid out for me by a dark voice that echoes through my mind.  But there’s a tiny voice in there as well that just doesn’t stop whining and bitching.  It cries for passion and warmth, begs to feel the tender touch and gentle caress of a caring lover who wants nothing more than to give pleasure.  It wails and moans woefully until the dark voice relents and takes a backseat, if only to stop it from bellowing.

Here’s the thing…  Those men are not easy to find on a whim.  Passionate pricks are usually in a relationship that they don’t want to disrupt.  Makes sense.  So, oftentimes when I think I have a guy who can give the soft side of me what it wants, they end up getting rough and doing their domination thing in an effort to make me squeal and scream so they can cum inside of me.  Silly them.

Once the rough stuff starts, the dark voice comes back with a vengeance, slapping the simpering slut in me aside with a “told you so” while it flips her the bird.  After that, there’s no telling what’ll happen to my wannabe alpha fuck pig.  The one thing I do know is that there will be blood.  It’s hard for me to be vulnerable, being gentle is me at my most masochistic.  Don’t screw it up.  You either pound my pussy with passion and affection to quell the beast inside me, or you give in to the slap happy creature in you and suffer the wrath of Willow.

 

My Friday the 13th Ritual

Kidnapping phone sex

 

Every single Friday the 13th, I like to act out my own slasher flick as an homage to all of my onscreen horror idols, which usually involves kidnapping a sexy little fuck pig, tormenting her while I hold her captive then letting her “escape” so I can hunt down and, ultimately, have my way with her.  Yeah, I know it’s trite and contrived.  It’s supposed to be, Idiot!  Ever hear of a tribute?

Yesterday was the only 13th falling on a Friday this year so I wanted to be sure to make it good.  I didn’t want to terrorize campers or go hunting for hikers in the woods.  I wanted to keep it urban this time so I decided to stalk down a stripped and stressed sorority girl that I happened upon.  Those are my favorite.  Unsuspecting college sluts who think their pointless little lives are just going to continue on their privileged and predetermined courses.

There are always coeds trying to make themselves cum with each other outside of bars that are close to campus.  Fuck pigs love booze, probably because it helps them forget how average their lives are.  Last night, I found a blonde bimbo outside of a hipster hangout getting banged doggy style behind a dumpster.  It was perfect.  

All I did was creep up behind the big grunting gorilla that was sticking it to her then put my hand over his mouth as I sliced his throat.  You have to be sure to go deep enough to cut through the larynx if you don’t want them to be able to scream out and alert everyone.  I slashed his voice box in one swift movement which, as you could imagine, made him tense up and grab onto that whore’s hips really hard as he started twitching.  She loved it, totally thought the blood was him blowing his load and shooting it all over her back.  “Oh yeah!  Cover me with cum, Daddy!” she wailed as the crimson liquid sprayed out of his gaping neck wound and rained down onto her soft skin.  It wasn’t until he fell to the ground and started gurgling that she knew something was amiss.  Then she turned to see little ol’ me looming over her with a bloody knife in my hand and black death in my eyes.  

She screamed and ran, as planned and It didn’t take me long to herd her toward my rented box truck.  As every dumb bitch who tries to run in heels does, she tripped, which gave me the opportunity to grab her and toss her in the back of my mobile prison.  After closing the roller door, I cut every stitch of blood soaked clothing off of her, probed her wet pussy with four fingers while I sucked on a titty, then threw her naked self into a little cage I had prepared.  

Without saying a word, I left her in the back and started driving, not stopping until we were in the next town over.  Disorientation is key in these scenarios.  I drove us to a parking garage and took us all the way to the top before stopping, then let the truck sit in idle for a while.  More disorientation. 

You should’ve seen her face when I opened it up and let her out of the cage.  She didn’t know what the hell was happening!  When she turned and saw me glaring at her with my knife at the ready, she got wise and took off into the garage.  I gave slow and methodical chase, using little shortcuts to pop up in front of her when she least expected it to cut or stab her a bit.

When we got down to street level, I was hot on her heels but let her get out of the building and run out into public view.  Sure, she got away.  How else am I going to make a sequel?  I’ll find her again next Friday the 13th.  I kept the cunt’s license, that fuck pig will be easy to track.

 

Happy Fucking Mother’s Day

Bloody phone sex

 

The last time I spent Mother’s Day with my bitch of a mom was the last time I ever saw her, and wouldn’t you know it, we both ended up covered in blood and bruises.  Her more than me.  She got her fair share of licks in, but when I bid my mother a final goodbye, I left Joann in a bloody heap on the floor. 

I was trying to be nice and rebuild the bridge between us that she had always done her best to burn.  I mean, surely if I can forgive years of torment and torture at the hands of her and all of the predatorial pricks she kept around, she can find it in her to be nice for a few hours while we try to catch up, right?  Fuck no, that cuntbag whore didn’t even say thank you for the gift and card I brought her and scoffed at the notion of eating lunch with me.  When I asked if I should “just leave” she went off saying that she didn’t even know why I was there in the first place.

I saw red and when I see red, shit gets real bad, real quick.  I don’t remember everything, you tend to forget shit when you lose control.  I do know that I leapt over the table like a wild cat on its prey and started hammer fisting Joann’s face over and over again.  Whore fish hooked me, jerking me off of her with one of her nicotine stained fingers in my cheek then rang my bell with a solid left hook.  She scrambled to her feet and was about to punt kick my face when I grabbed her by her Crocs, bit the fuck out of her ankle and used my low center of gravity to wrestle her back to the floor.  I reached up, grabbed the Yankee Candle I got her and smashed it over Joann’s head.  That took the fire out of her real quick.

I got to my feet and stomped her torso several times while screaming every obscenity at her I could conjure up at the moment.  I remember noticing the bloody glass beside her and couldn’t resist carving “MOM” into the cunt’s forehead which made her scream out in pain for the first time.  I did enjoy that.  After that I ripped up the card and let it rain down on her as I told her what a horrible mother she was, then turned and walked out the door without ever looking back.  That was a few years ago.  I hear she died recently.  Drug overdose, of course.  Good fucking riddance.  My only regret at this point is that I wasn’t the one who offed the bitch.

Anyway, happy fucking Mother’s Day you miserable piece of dead ass, daughter fucking, dick sucking, demon loving shit!  I hope you’re sucking all the cocks in hell, Whore!  

 

Cum Covered Kidnapping

Kidnapping phone sex Willow

 

There are all kinds of reasons I love kidnapping phone sex and punishing dumb little piggies.  Every part of playing with someone’s freedom really tickles my fucked up fancy, from the initial body snatching to the inevitable snatch bashing, I thoroughly enjoy every single second with my captured and corrupted cunts.

I recently wrangled a real hot redhead and made her my fuck slave for the better part of a week.  Her ultra pink pussy and puckered butthole were so fucking pretty I almost didn’t want to mess them up.  Almost.  I can’t take pity on a little piggy just because I love the way her clit, slit and shit hole are laid out, if I did that then I wouldn’t subjugate half of the sluts that I do now.

Aside from her sexy slots, she was just like the others, asked all of the same stupid Who?Where?Why?How?’s that everyone else does.  “Who are you?  Where am I?  Why are you doing this?  How is that supposed to fit inside of me?”  They all do that and I always have the same response.  Sadistic silence.

With every dumb question they ask, I escalate their exploitation without ever saying more than one or two words, which are typically commands.  The fake coddling and reassurance always makes me say a little more, but for the most part I’m pretty quiet throughout the whole ordeal.  

I take a day or two to torture their twats and titties while I make them please mine.  Yeah I let them cum.  I make them cum over and over again until they couldn’t imagine ever wanting to climax again.  My balled up fist in their asses is usually what makes them beg me to stop, but some sluts take a bit more persuasion.  I do like a challenge, but nevertheless, no matter the cunt, they inevitably squeal for mercy at one point or another.

Once their insides are battered and abused, I release my horny hounds on them, all of the guys who pay me for the chance to blow their thick, sloppy loads all over and inside of whatever type of tart I managed to imprison and impair.  What use is a kidnapping if you aren’t going to use your stolen slot to its fullest potential?

The last guys were really lucky that I grabbed such a gorgeous little glam girl for them to cover and smother with their creamy cum, sometimes the whores I hoard are real hags.  Hell, sometimes I even make them all fuck a guy!  Gotta settle for what I got!  Not this last hot pink pussy packing ginger chick, she was absolutely perfect.  Even after being beaten and abused, her beautiful body and face made those malicious mega-meat packers pump out so much penis puke that I thought she was going to drown in it.  I’m glad she didn’t, I know a fella who will pay top dollar for a smoking hot cum dumpster like her.  That’s reason enough to have taken her, on its own.

 

Kidnapping phone sex Willow

Shit Showers Clean My Soul

Fantasy phone sex

 

Fulfilling all of my sadistic fantasies builds up a bit of a barrier inside me, a weird wall that makes it hard for me to enjoy myself, so sometimes I need a palette cleansing.  How does a sick and twisted twat like me attack such a daunting task as wiping my corroded conscience clear?  I cover myself in all the gutter muck and shit I can find and cleanse my body in filth and funk.

It probably sounds counterproductive to you, but there’s something about sewage and squalor that makes me feel like, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.  The cool splatter of creamy clay and excreta as it hits my skin is exhilarating!  The slimy feel of the sludge slowly sliding off of my flesh is better than the most expensive rub down at a day spa.

When the pungent aroma hits my nostrils, it makes my eyes roll back in my head in pure ecstasy every time.  You haven’t lived until you’ve inhaled the combined stench of who knows how many people’s foulness blended with the earthy musk of watery, slip-like mud.  When little bits of sticks and leaves get into the mix, the fragrant tang is pure perfection, nostalgia at its finest.  Reminds me of being young.

Of course I rinse myself but not until the thick caking of crud dries and hardens before flaking off of me in a myriad of jagged little shapes.  I like to run my nails all over myself, getting all the gunk built up in my nail beds so I can pick it all out, one finger at a time.  I find it to be extremely satisfying.

That’s pretty much it.  I might throw some piss into the mix during my rinse off but not always.  Just depends on how I’m feeling, like everything I do.  How else would you expect a psychotic sex succubus like me to clean her body and soul?  Relax in a fucking bath with a glass of wine surrounded by candles?  Yeah right, go fuck yourself and your polished pedestrian outlook on life.  Not every woman in the world is your dumbass mom or dipshit wife.

 

I Swear I’m A Normal Teen Slut

Teen phone sex

 

I know why you love teen phone sex.  You love the way a young girl sounds as you force your way into all of her tight, pink cum caverns.  The way she squeals with delight as you make every inch of her insides tingle, right?  Yeah sure, that’s exactly what it’s like when you’re on the line with me.  You just keep telling yourself that I’m the sexy, vapid teen you want to work your fuckstick over and fill with your sex slime.  That’s just the mentality I need to make sure that I have some fun, too.

You think I’m being cryptic and weird? Don’t worry, you don’t need to pay attention to that nagging feeling in your gut telling you that something is off.  No, those aren’t blood stains on the floor, I just spilled some Kool-Aid.  Everywhere.  I’m a hot teen slut only good for taking your cock cream wherever you want to shoot it, we both know that.  My age shows that I’m inexperienced and need to be shown what a real man is like, huh?  That’s right, I’m just as innocent as the next little cock hungry whore and there’s absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about me.  I only carry this straight razor around for protection, I promise I’ve never even had to use it.

Now, just kick back and relax and look at my pretty face while I stroke your super strong, extra large man meat.  It’s so big, I’ve never had anything that enormous inside of me before.  That’s what you want to hear, right?  Yeah, I know it is.  Don’t you worry about a thing.  I’ll make you feel good forever, Daddy.  Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever…