I am a taboo phone sex whore. The more extreme a fantasy is, the more I want to explore it. I have many callers. Some have the same role play that we explore different ways. Some change it up every time. I am a good submissive whore for my callers and the men in my life. This one fantasy mirrored a reality of mine so eerily that I wondered if I was talking to some one from my past. The crux of this fantasy was that I was a kidnapped girl. I was less kidnapped and more sold willingly by my father to traffickers. My father needed me gone so no one would ever find out about our dirty incest. He also needed money for his gambling debts and selling a jailbait girl can net a large profit for a man down on his luck. I was drugged and when I woke up, I was on a concrete floor, bound and gagged with other young girls. There was a bucket in the middle of the floor. That was our toilet. We had to squat over a bucket and shit and piss in front of other girls. I appeared to be the only one who spoke English. I am double jointed, so I was able to pop my shoulder out of place and get out of the restraints. I tried to free the other girls, but I was caught and punished in front of the others. They made an example out of me. They shot me full of heroin and made a gang bang rape porn with me. The other girls watched as the men brutalized my fuck holes and choked me. I was the example of what happens to bad whores. For days, I was drugged and fucked. My holes were used up quickly, so I could not be auctioned off. That meant my fate was either be killed or become an accomplice to lure, recruit and train other kidnapped whores. That was an easy choice. I will always choose to be the accomplice if my only other option is death.
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Taboo Phone Sex Fantasy
Well Behaved Fuck Slut
Being forced as you naughty and slutty victim scares my young pussy in wet submission. I remember the party so well, I had lost dare after dare to you and having to do the most humiliating things in front of friends and even strangers from different cities. I was dressed in a short skirt, red thong in a devil costume. On my knees kissing your shoes andbeing stepped on by you and others with my face pushed into the ground. You made me follow you around like a slave and finally you and your friends brought me into a dark room with no light and a sharp bladed knife. Your friend tied my hands up and began force fucking my mouth! I swallowed six loads of cum including yours before you chained me up and tore into pussy! I can’t even remember how scared I was when you used that blade against my throat and telling me to be a good slave. You drew some blood from my cheek, my tight ass cheeks as well and even from my throat. You love torturing my holes and making a bloody mess of your whore.
Pain is pleasure
I love to get a sweet innocent, virginal girl and want to tie her up for my master. Together we can inflict enough pain that it will eventually become a pleasure. With a nice spank and lots of paddles and whips, we get that slut nice beat. Snuff sex is something I am obsessed with, so I sure as hell want to hogtie this whore and fuck her with a strap on so fucking wildly that tears are flowing down her cheeks. I’m not done with the slut; I’m going to get her ass gaped and ready for daddy cream. Making a nice anal creampie, I can lick and swallow. It is so fucking hot to have a tight ass in front of me that I can lick and suck while the master pounds my pussy.
I’m A Worthless Snuff Sex Cunt
You needed the worthless cunt in the lingerie store so bad you just stalked the bitch. You could do nothing but think of snuff sex scenarios for that cunts body to get destroyed. She was so fake, like me. I am that girl. You flirted with and I just went complete bitch on you.
You really hated that this useless bimbo acted like such a stuck up cunt to you. You do not like being talked down to by a bimbo. I turned and laughed with my girlfriends on your patheticness. That really fueled your anger. You decided to hang around and wait for me to leave the building.
This fucking prick, that is You, followed me home. You waited for darkness outside and in my apartment. You picked the lock of my door and let yourself in. By this time you were so worked up. You barged into my bedroom and hoped that I would wake up. I did. And you ripped my panties off and told me how you knew I was such a slutty cunt that would sleep naked.
I could not scream with that big hand over my mouth. You forced that fat throbbing cock in my cunt and pounded me. You violated and destroyed this cunt to no ends. I was a mess of blood and cum when you left. You also made sure to understand that you were a police officer and would be sure to make my life hell if I ever tried to report it. You kept a watch on me. Circling my building while on shift. Following me in your cruiser when I was out of my apartment. I get no peace from this Peace officer.
Seasoned meat
Sometimes I’m painted as the most evil accomplice phone sex whore ever. I can’t say that people would be wrong, though.
Just because you end up in my hands as a nice piece of meat for me to slaughter doesn’t mean I am the most evil!
Your body will provide so many meals for the downtrodden and the homeless.
I do owe it to the unsheltered community since I keep taking the little beauties and giving those wretched lives a true purpose.
Gaped, Tortured and used like a piece of fuck-meat.
You know, true living pocket pussy. I always end that pathetic life and give back to the community.
It’s not just these male and female young ones that I dispose of after we have used them up.
It’s the men who need to be cut up like a julienne salad. Pain whores, Men who know that the pain they need can only come from an experienced murderess’s hands.
So what if I enjoy seasoned meat made from long pigs like you. I’m a cannibal but only after you and our victims have been tenderized and seasoned perfectly.
I might be considered the most evil, but the pain and death and rape fantasies I give are altruistic in nature.
Care to test that theory with me?
Taboo Phone Sex Trafficking
I thought once I earned my freedom, there would be no more Taboo phone sex with my former master. I worked hard to buy my freedom. But he pulled me back in. My former Master is a sex trafficker. Some little girls he keeps for himself. Some age out for him and become his accomplices. That was me. We were together a long time. He granted me freedom at a price. He did it because I did a lot for him over the years. I did things most women would never do for a man. He had a trainer. She was a woman like me. Just a young girl he bought on the black market and when she aged out he had her train the newer girls. That girl left him high and dry when he was expecting a shipment of young whores. He needed me. He paid me 100,00 grand for a few days of work. It felt good to be in a position where he needed me. I cleaned the girls up who arrived this week. They were a hot mess after traveling. They were drugged and in shipping containers for days. They needed showers. They needed dressed. They needed someone to tell them how to act, because I know my former master and his associates. They will kill a disobedient cunt and replace her in a heartbeat. Master’s shipment of young girls included girls from all over the world. Some did not speak English. I did my best. I had them clean and dolled up and ready for Master and his pals to test drive before putting them on the auction block. I also had to do hymen checks to determine which ones were still virgins. He does not fuck the virgins. He saves them because cherries can be sold at a premium price. For my last-minute help with his special shipment, I made a nice profit and got to assist with some teen rape porn. Feels good to be on the other side. Today, he called me with a job offer. I am now his new trainer of trafficked girls.
Razor Blade Apples
This dark whore is no stranger to bloody phone sex and I enjoy getting your cock off with it! I might just look like a sweet teen who loves to fuck hard and get vulgar, but I love slicing and dicing a bitch, my age or a little younger wink, wink! I get off too super fuckin filthy and deranged pervert uses me as his accomplice to help to act out all of the malicious shit that he is dying to do. We found a sweet young bitch who needed a lesson in keeping her mouth shut, she was one of these snooty sorority girls who just keeps running her mouth!
I was coached by a serial killer who loves to mutilate pretty things circa, the black Dahlia! I can’t believe what an evil slut he had made me into, I thought I was completely fucked in the head before! But after he had me kidnap this coed and starve her until she couldn’t resist biting into the apple I gave her with razor blades imbedded in it I knew I had become my own Idol! I’m on a whole new mutilation phone sex level now.
We hung the slut from the rafters as he mouth was bleeding down her naked body! I was so turned on that I rode his cock while lighting a blow torch under her feet! She was screaming and moaning and begging for mercy, with her mouth in shambles it was like she had a mouth full of shit! I have been known to shit in bitches mouths so I know that sound!!!
It was time to batter up!
And show this mouthy little bitch what her punishment would be for back talking to my evil lover! We took a baseball bat and swung it so fast and hard right in the center of her body, she was our piñata and we got blood from her ass and pussy as we gave her ass rape porn scenes straight from the pits of hell! We let her loose from being tied up and she fell down right in the center of the big bloody mess. But that didn’t stop him from fucking her dying body!
Blasphemy Whore
I wore the special skirt that you love so much like a good whore on Sunday morning! It may look innocent to everyone else but I know you’re watching my squirm and move my tight little body in my seat while I discreetly touch myself for you, putting on a hot and horny show! Once the session is over you drag me back behind all the pews and rip that same sweet skirt off and force your big cock into me! I try to keep quiet so the pastor doesn’t hear all the nasty things your doing to my unholy slutty body but you have to wrap your hands around my throat and shove my panties down my throat to shut me up! I think he heard us, he’s coming to join! I have another hard big dick forced into my throat and I’m taking loads and loads of their seeds! It feels so goof to be doing it here, can you see how wet it makes my tight pink cunt? Give me all of your sweet juices!
Skilled in Snuff Sex
When I was just a little girl, I was different. My parents knew it. School teachers new it. Everyone knew it. While other girls my age wanted to be Disney princesses, I wanted to be knife wielding psychopath. Girls my age idolized nurses and mothers and teachers. They had the hots for the Jonas Brothers and One Direction members. I idolized Ted Bundy, the Green River Killer, Charles Manson and Ed Gein. Many people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. I had no friends. My imaginary friends were Norman, Michael, Chucky and Freddy. They taught me killing was how to rid the world of bad parents, narcissists vacuous Barbies, bastards and whores.
I am a snuff sex bitch. I was not always as skilled as I am now, however. I honed my sadistic skills over the years thanks to research and inspiration from the world’s notorious serial killers. When I first started killing, I was unorganized, impulsive, and messy. Now, I am meticulous. I study my prey. I learn their habits and routine. I have a plan. I know how to dispose of the body. I know how to not leave any DNA evidence. I know who to kill and where. I do not shit where I eat. I do not kill out of impulse or anger. I kill for sport, pleasure, and financial gain.
I am the perfect accomplice phone sex partner for all your murderous fantasies. I prefer knife play with my victims, but variety is how I never being caught. I have a large arsenal of killing tools: knives, guns, acid, baseball bats, crow bars hammers, rope, blowtorch, chainsaw, poisons and my bare hands. I can be a great partner in crime. I take all the risk, clean up the mess and you just get to go alone for the wild ride.
Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy
I am full of kidnapping phone sex fantasies. My callers are too. Being kidnapped for nefarious purposes gets my cunt wet. Most women have erotic rape fantasies. Not me. No handsome stranger in my fantasy world. What I think about is being kidnapped and used by a bunch of strangers. Tied up in an uncomfortable position and sodomized for hours by drunk men. I am not one for romantic fantasies. I like the more brutal kind of fantasies. Last night my caller had an elaborate fantasy. I am still masturbating thinking about it. I was a good soccer mom. I did no drugs. I was not a P mom either. I was out jogging one morning when a guy came out of nowhere. He pushed me in the back of an old Chevy van and put a needle in my arm. I woke up in a dingy room tied up with gross men fucking my ass. I was in some macabre gangbang rape porn. Strung out. I was foggy. I had no clue where I was or what was happening to me. As soon as I started to scream, another needle went in me. And I was in la la land again. I could feel cocks ramming into my ass. It probably hurt, but I was out of it. When I started to come out of it, I could feel the pain. The pain of being bound and gagged in an uncomfortable position. The pain of a prolapsed asshole. The shame of having been used as a dirty cum dumpster. Now I was a dirty whore, strung out and in pain. My caller had disgraced a soccer mom. It was a hot fantasy phone call. It made me almost wish I were a good soccer mom. It would be a longer fall from grace.
















