Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on!

Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on.

I can hear the change in your voice once you start saying all the naughty shit you’ve bottled inside.

All the evil shit you would do to my body, I can hear the smile on your face. 

You’d love to treat me like a proper whore, treat me like shit.

Do all the stuff you could never do to your real girlfriend, do it to me.

I can be the nasty, like a hole you fuck and take all your aggressions out on.

I’ll be a good little slut and just take it.

I’ll take all the punishments and degradations, take it like a good girl.

I’m a pathetic little whore who deserves this, I’m only good to be fucked anyway.

So, treat me like the piece of shit I am!  

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Not All Snuff Movies are Simulated and I Know

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are simulated. Not real snuff. Real shit usually never gets uploaded to the Internet. It’s filmed on 8 mm reels and for private use. Obviously, the sort of snuff flicks. I did early on in my adult career were the simulated kind, or I would not be standing. However, in my career as an adult performer and a professional slave, I watched the real ones filmed more times and I can remember.

It used to make me sick to my stomach. And likely it still would, but I developed a coping mechanism. This world is truly survival of the fittest. And you can only survive if you’re scrappy and street smart. Luckily, I have both in droves. But the other night I helped a man make a real snuff porn.

And I can’t get it out of my head. Likely the most brutal thing I ever witnessed. And clearly, I’m complacent in this murder, even though I never laid a hand on the girl while she still could breathe. Perhaps you could say I sold my conscious to the devil for money. I didn’t do this gig because I wanted to. I did it because he paid me well.

This man seemed even more brutal than my former master or any of the men who hired me as their accomplice in the past. Although I did help find the girl, I did not know about his plans for her. I just found him a very young blonde little girl next-door type. When I brought her to the dungeon, he already set up the camera equipment and again I thought he would just explore his rape fantasies. He never mentioned killing her.

Some Snuff Flicks and Accomplice Gigs Tear Me Apart Inside

After he fucked her, he dismembered her. The cruelest torture I’ve ever witnessed. He started off slowly using gardening shears to clip her nipples off. He did the same to her clit. And he fucked her some more while her pussy bled. Then he used the same shears to clip off every finger and every toe. And I thought I might puke. Although I did go from victim to accomplice once I gained my freedom, I don’t always enjoy my assignments. This assignment tore me apart. But it literally tore the girl I kidnapped for him apart.

This man scared me. He masturbated as he continued to torture this girl and dismember her body. By the time he started cutting off her arms and legs, I think she either died or passed out from the loss of blood and pain. This turned out to be the worst torture sex I ever witnessed. And I needed to clean it all up for him. My hands are dirty and complicit in this one. So, I made sure to get rid of the body and all the evidence of a crime.

I just keep telling myself better her than me, right. Survival of the fittest mentality. But if I need to pay my bills, I guess I need to continue being an accomplice for hire.

Gangbang rape porn sluts need to be lured into it

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn girls are so easy to get. I’m the devil on your shoulder, guiding you to the most depraved adventures.

I have an expertise that lies in seducing the most desperate, slutty bitches. Even the younger ones.

The younger the better!

I can entice them into a world of unrelenting torture and degradation. How do I do it? Well, I have access to places where there is an abundance of bald cunts desperate for a cock pounding!

I have a sixth sense for sniffing out these easy whores. Their faces have the desperate cries for attention like moths to a flame. So I lure them in and make them feel special.

By the time they feel comfortable, your cock will be fucking their throat. They are totally worthless. No one cares about them, so in this world, you can do whatever you please. This is all about your Snuff fantasies. Does that mean you will destroy that pussy totally or keep her as a breeding pig?

I have a barn to keep her in. She’ll enjoy her stall and be very happy anytime you come around. See, she will be trained to be addicted to your cock and worship it just like how I taught her.

Accomplice Phone Sex Hot Ass Search Continues

Accomplice Phone Sex, where I hunt relentlessly for my Master. Undeniably, I’m the perfect submissive pain whore. And I crave snuff play with every fiber of my twisted soul. First, I prowl college parties, zeroing in on tight young asses ripe for destruction.

Tonight, I spot a fresh-faced twink, barely legal, grinding on the dance floor. I flash my pierced tits and whisper filthy promises, leading him to the shadowed parking lot where Master waits. This teen rape porn is exactly what Jon craved.

Next, Master lunges from the darkness, zip-ties his wrists, and shoves him into the trunk. I drive us to the abandoned warehouse, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. Once inside, Master strips the boy naked, bends him over a filthy crate, and spreads those virgin cheeks wide. Next, I kneel submissively, hold the boy’s thighs apart, and watch Master hawk a glob of spit onto the quivering pucker.

Then, Master rams his veiny monster cock straight in, shredding the tight ring with one brutal thrust. The boy shrieks, blood oozing down his trembling legs. However, Master pistons deeper, pulverizing his guts. Eagerly, I assist, first pinching the boy’s balls until they bruise purple.

Accomplice Phone Sex For Jon, The Twink Boy Ruiner

Then, my own masochistic holes aching for Master’s later abuse. Meanwhile, Master chokes him with a belt, face bloating red as air cuts off.

After that, I mount the boy’s tongue, smothering his gasps with my sopping cunt. All  while Master accelerates, jackhammering the ravaged asshole into a gaping, meaty crater. Next, the boy convulses violently, eyes rolling back in snuff ecstasy.

Finally, Master bellows and erupts, hosing the dying rectum with thick spurts of cum mixed with gore. Ultimately, I lap up the overflow submissively, savoring the metallic tang.

Moreover, we film every tear, every rip for the ultimate insidious ass rape porn. Master rewards me with a savage whipping afterward, my pain whore body blooming in welts. I live for this—procuring young ass for Master’s deadly fucks. Who’s next on my list?

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Being My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star is Dangerous Work

ass rape pornAnytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.

I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.

While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.

He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.

And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.

He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.

In Exchange for Being My Son’s Punching Bag I Get Pink Cocaine

My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.

So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.

He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.

For My Son and His Audience, I am a 4-Hole Whore

As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.

A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.

Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Is My Fantasy

Home Invasion Phone Sex I’m on the couch watching my favorite TV series late at night. Since I live alone, my TV is my therapeutic white noise.   All of a sudden I hear an extremely disturbing sound of glass breaking. It wakes me up immediately. I’m wearing nothing but my panties and bra so I jump up off the couch in a world of panic. “Who’s there?” I yell out as I’m fumbling to find my robe. I have no idea what to do. I’m not only scared, but I’m in panic because I have nothing to protect myself from this intruder. All of a sudden this 6ft, muscular image rushes towards me, wearing an all black ski mask and full black attire. Holding a pistol he yells, “Shut up and get down on the floor!” I’m in full panic mode. “Sir please! I don’t have any money, you can take anything!” I said as my body is shaking uncontrollably. “Do you really think I want this filthy crap that you own? I don’t want any of your chump change either.” He say’s in a tone of disgust. “Get down on your fucking knees you worthless bitch!”

All of a sudden he rips my bra off in excitement. He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at my big perky breast and my brown hard nipples. He lowers his gun as he see’s that my cries are getting softer. His hard dick is bulging through his black pants. He unzips his pants and pulls his hard, thick cock out and forces it down my throat. I’m gagging as tears roll down my eyes. He’s choking the fuck out of me. His eyes are rolling in the back of his head as he’s enjoying my wet mouth. “Yes baby, keep going you fucking whore!” He goes deeper and faster. I can sense that he can’t hold back anymore. He cums all over my face. “Yea you bitch!” Now get up and clean yourself up.”

I turn towards the couch, gather my bra and panties as I’m still crying. When I turn back around with hesitation, he disappears. I sigh with relief, slip into my bra and panties and head towards my room.  I actually enjoyed that fucking dick and wished that he cums again.

Castration Phone Sex Teaches Women to Exact Revenge on Their Predators

castration phone sexWith castration phone sex, I sometimes don’t know where to begin. So many men do not deserve their dicks. But I’m just one woman. So, I had an idea. A rather brilliant idea. If there could be underground academies teaching men how to force fuck women, why can’t there be an underground academy teaching girls how to castrate predators?

Last month, that’s what I did. I started an online group on the Dark Web for victims of sexual predators. However, my group seems less focused on healing from their trauma and more focused on getting revenge. And I believe the punishment should fit the crime. When that crime involves exploring rape phone sex fantasies, I believe the fitting punishment is castration. If you can’t use it properly, you lose your privileges to use it at all.

My little underground therapy group took off instantly. And last night I met a girl for some practical experience. She lives 200 miles away, but that’s an easy drive for me. So, with my knife collection, I visited Teresa and we designed a plan to get back at her predatory uncle.

Fuck law enforcement. They almost never believe the woman, and it becomes a he said she said thing that can’t be proven. Why should girls put themselves through that. They don’t need to put themselves through all the questions and judgments. Not when women can take back what men stole from them.

If Men Can Have Online Academies Teaching Them How to Assault Women, I Can Have an Academy Teaching Women How to Exact Revenge

So, I helped Teresa castrate her uncle who violated her repeatedly for over a decade. Until one day, she just aged out for him. And I needed to seize the moment because Teresa seemed ready for revenge. She lured her uncle to us, and I strapped him down into a chair. Stripped him naked first. What a cocky son of a bitch. He should feel lucky I didn’t kill him. He started talking smack about both of us. And he even said women just need a good dick and someone to remove the sticks up their asses.

Even when my knife pressed against his balls, he didn’t believe two women could mutilate his junk. So, he got a rude wake up call. I wanted to take his nuts too. But in that situation, I served as the teacher. Teresa deserved to remove his balls. She remained calm and collected while telling him about his crimes against her. And when she took his balls, he bled so much. No way he’s getting his blood out of that carpet. Oops, I did it again.

I could see the look in Teresa’s eyes when she sliced his ball sack off. She felt good again. Happy. Removing his balls felt cathartic to her. Now, maybe she can move on from her trauma and really start to heal.

Sure, I know I’m breaking the law with my castration academy. But if men would just keep it in their pants or realize no means no, I wouldn’t need to teach girls extreme cock and ball torture sex. But since the law doesn’t seem to want to help these girls, I will. Although I know we can’t castrate all the predators in the world, we can neuter as many as we can.

Teen Rape Porn just for Daddy with my Best Friend!

Teen Rape Porn

Help me film some Teen Rape Porn to post online!

I’ll pick out one of my slutty little friends, and I can help you kidnap and force fuck her.

That little bitch won’t see it coming.

I’ll tell her I planned a fun sleepover at my Daddy’s house, complete with Jello shots and skinny dipping.

After we get drunk and naked, that’s when you can attack, Daddy!

She’ll be so close to passing out that she won’t notice the camera pointed towards the bed.

You can slide your thick cock inside her wet, bald little pussy!

I’ll even hold her lips open for you, Daddy!

I know you’ve been wanting to fuck all my friends for some time now, so I’m glad I could finally help you!

All the guys at school love her tight cunt, so I’m sure you will too, Daddy!

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Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender for a Destiny Sealed

Snuff sex is my ultimate edge. When I hunt, I find the perfect specimen for my incantations and sacrifice. With my pale skin glowing with unholy allure, I whisper satanic incantations under my breath.
As Morticia, the young gothic seductress, I thrive on the thrill of snuff. Where pain twists into eternal ecstasy for my dark lord. Tonight, this pathetic mortal kneels before me, his eyes wide with foolish lust. Obviously, unaware that his cock will be my offering.
First, I circle him like vultures to their feast. Now with my wicked smile, I trail my sharp nails down his chest. Moreover, my Evil phone sex razorblade nails rip open his shirt to expose trembling flesh. ‘Kneel deeper, worm,’ I command, and he obeys, his erection straining against his pants.
With a swift motion, I yank them down, freeing his throbbing dick. Meanwhile, I stroke it teasingly at first, feeling it pulse in my grip. So, then I squeeze harder, drawing a gasp from his lips.
Transitioning seamlessly, I bind his wrists with silver chains etched in runes, securing him to the altar where his doom awaits.
Next, I summon my ritual blade, its edge gleaming with infernal promise. Henceforth, I press it against his balls, slicing shallow at first to savor his screams.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender

Ultimately, blood trickles warm and sticky, mixing with his pre-cum as I laugh maniacally. ‘Your seed belongs to Satan now,’ I hiss, and with one brutal slash.
Finally, I castrate him completely. So, his severed cock twitches on the stone, and I scoop it up, admiring its mutilated form. But I crave more; I carve into his thighs, flaying skin to reveal quivering muscle beneath.
As his cries weaken, I force his mouth open and shove the bloody stump against his lips, making him taste his own ruin. Then, I plunge the knife into his gut, twisting it to spill entrails in a steaming pile.
Finally, I feast—biting into his warm flesh, chewing the tender cock like forbidden fruit, blood dripping down my chin. Moreover, his life ebbs away as I orgasm from the sheer power.
Furthermore, waves of sadistic bliss crash through me without ever yielding my body to his. In this snuff ritual, I claim another soul for the abyss. Ultimately, my form untouched by his filth. Join me in the shadows; your end will be divine.
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Girls Can Survive Gangbang Rape Porn with Help From a Veteran

gangbang rape pornI know people who make gangbang rape porn. Some put me in their films once upon a time. But I aged out for most people. But I survived the circuit because I’m scrappy. This world chews up and spits out teenage runaways. Many girls I saw on the circuit, I stopped seeing. Perhaps, I outlived most of them.

But that’s just the kind of world this is. Only the strong survive. Only the ones who can adapt and make themselves useful can flip the script. I went from snuff starlet to accomplice. Now men hire me to find them costars. Since I am a woman, I can usually convince a young girl to come in for an audition without using force. Some put up a fight when they realize they are not auditioning for a horror film, but a snuff porn instead, but I deliver them, nonetheless.

Last week I drove up and down the red-light district. Most cities still have them. Although most escorts and hookers you can find online now you can always find lot lizards, druggie whores, and teen runaways on the streets. And that’s where I hunt for the next snuff stars. And I found a beautiful young blonde girl that my client would enjoy. She reminded me of me at that age.

I almost felt bad for her. She gave me a backstory much like my own. So, I came clean with her. And I taught her everything she needs to know to survive this world. But she can make great money doing underground hardcore films. And if she is smart with her money, she can stay in nicer hotels or even rent a place. Without a drug addiction the money you can make in the snuff world goes further.

Young Girls Need a Mentor Like Me to Survive the Streets

So, during our hour car ride to meet the man who hired me to find him a girl, I tried to explain exactly what to expect. Now this guy legitimately makes underground films. He does makes mostly teen rape porn movies. But he pays his starlets handsomely. I weighed the odds for her. And I told her how I survived this guy 20 years ago.

It takes a special woman to survive this world. But if you can survive it, you can make great money. And she took everything I told her to heart. Because when the camera started rolling, I could see her checkout in her mind and go to some happy place. You need to tune it all out. Focus on the money. And focus on your survival. I did not have a mentor when I ran away from home and ended up on the streets.

She made a great film. The director gave me a handsome finder’s fee and he paid her too. I gave her my share of the money because I liked her. And I want her to survive. After 15 men gang banged her tight teen holes, I took her back to my place. My place seems like paradise compared to a hostel or a shelter.

The became the first young girl I have taken under my wing. I want her to survive in a world where most young teen runaways don’t survive. So, I’m going to help her survive. I’m going to introduce her to the best men in the business and tell her who to avoid like the plague. Perhaps, I will even make some movies with her for live streaming. Make us both some money and keep her all to myself.