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Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Rent and More

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex I never started out to do. When I began my career in the phone bone industry, I served as the slave. The submissive girl you could do anything too. But that’s because at that time in my life my switch side seemed nonexistent.  Once I realized I could be switch, it felt unnatural to be the slave anymore.  I found my sweet spot as the accomplice.

And it turned out that being the accomplice pays better. When you’re the slave men just use you. But they don’t pay to use you. They just take you. However, when you’re the accomplice, they pay you great money because they need your expertise and skill to procure them something young to fuck. As the accomplice, you take a risk and you deliver something coveted that the person paying you couldn’t obtain on their own.

Men with rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl or a boy need a female accomplice to make that happen. Sure, men kidnap, force fuck and kill women daily. But those men get caught because they think with their dicks. But women think with their big head.

My former master who gave me my first taste as an accomplice can attest to the fact that I keep him off the radar. I supply him with a young girl about every six months. He uses them up, kills them when they age out and calls me to find a new one.

As The Accomplice, I Find You the Perfect Fuck Meat

The only way I stayed alive after I aged out for him is because I figured out a way to make myself useful. And now when he needs a new piece of ass, he calls me. He called me over the weekend. Perfect timing too because I needed the kind of money he pays for my services. Once upon a time, I felt bad for doing what I do. But this kind of money eases a lot of my guilt.

So, I hunted for the perfect little replacement girl for him. 20 years together, so I know his type. Young, cute, virginal. He likes to pop cherries. And I found the perfect little girl at the mall. She strayed from her pack and I swooped in. With me as your accomplice, there’s never a scene. Because I can lure little girls away without force.

My former master seemed incredibly happy with the girl I brought him. He tipped me $10,000 because this one appeared to be the youngest one yet. Usually, girls at that age do not get left alone at the mall. But somebody must’ve hit the snooze button and lost their charge or their daughter or their baby sister.

The best accomplice doesn’t just grab the first girl they see. They wait and find the perfect girl for your needs. My former master will pop cherries. Use all her fuck holes daily until she no longer feels tight anymore. And then he’ll call me up again to find him his next snuff sex slave. In the meantime, I can find one for you too. Just tell me about your type.

Stephanie the snuff slut loves mutilation phone sex calls

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Tell me your most evil, mutilation phone sex fantasy and let me dream up a dark roleplay for us.

I’m an evil bitch and I love torturing my victims until they’re begging me to end them.

Telling my callers about the stupid bitches that I torture makes my pussy drip so much!

Wanna hear about my most recent victim?

My ex cheated on me with some stupid bitch so I abducted and tortured her daughter.

I snatched that little bitch right up as she was getting off of the school bus.

She was way too small to fight back.

I took her back to a hotel room that I had rented and tied her down on the desk.

My phone in the corner caught and recorded the whole scene as I started brutally beating her.

Her tiny legs were spread as far apart as I could force them.

Fucking her with a smashed beer bottle was slicing her little cunnie from the inside out but I didn’t care.

The bloodier and messier, the more turned on I get!

I giggled into the camera while forcing a baseball bat deep into that little bitch’s ass.

When I had the fattest end shoved into her ripped open shithole, I kicked it all the way in.

Blood spurted from her mouth and she made a horrible gagging sound every time I rammed it deeper in.

I could go on for hours giving you the details of snapping her bones and cutting off chunks of her skin.

The part that I can’t stop reliving and soaking my panties over is when I sliced her open.

It was a little extreme when I pulled out her intestines and wrapped them around her throat but it made my cunt wet.

I turned her head to make her stare into the camera so her Mommy could see the life drain from her eyes.

After getting rid of all the evidence and skipping town, I sent the video to her Mommy.

Payback is a bitch and so am I…

Teen Rape Porn : Never a Dull Moment in My New Obsession

Teen rape porn is an obsession for me, and for my Master. Well especially my Master, after all he gets to destroy that hot teen ass. And what do I get out of it? Obviously great pleasure.

First of all, my assfixiation is strong thanks to my Master’s grooming me. Ultimately, my ass is so good I was kept alive, and around. As a thank I like to find, or hunt the fine sweet teen tushy that makes Master’s cock twitch.

Of course I know that the more teen ass that gets destroyed the better used my asshole will get as a reward. Truth is, my holes are still quite good, despite how often they have been destroyed. Now that I have become an accomplice to the finding of teen anal brides, my life has more meaning.

Ultimately I was destined to be ass fucked and beheaded some time ago. But my ass just kept giving, and it’s just far too luscious to be condemned to 6 feet under.

Now these little bubble butt teen fuck dolls are destined to be good little torture sex fuck holes. And once they are used a couple of times we will sell them to their new husbands. And these girls are not ass brides and they only get their ass fucked.

Honestly, the best little whores give great ass continually. And when they put up a fight these are the ones that get the guillotine.

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Blasphemy Sex is The Ultimate Best Time During Castrations

I’m Morticia, the blasphemy sex goddess of pain. Ultimately, nothing compares to the ultimate joy of having a Priest by the balls. As it is, my hate of the Church is strong.
First of all, it’s the Confessional where I strike. With my black lace veil over my face, I confess to the almighty Holy Man of my sins. Since I play that I am mourning my dearly departed lover, and I need comfort.
At the beginning of my confession, I portray myself as weak and fragile with deep grief. This brings the priest to offering me solace. Then I tell him how hard it is, and I could really use a hug.
Now, when the priest exits the confessional, he awaits me to offer his Holy sacrament. When I step towards him, I stab a needle into his neck. Soon, he is rendered unconscious. With my planning, I have an assistant to help move the Priest to his Altar.
Finally, I strip the pathetic holy man naked on his own altar. Then, once bound, I break open the smelling salts and wake him up. Now he is trembling.

Now, the Sacred Desecration of Blasphemy Sex Truly Begins.

Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Next comes the moment I crave most. I straddle his face and lower my dripping cunt onto his mouth while I slowly castrate him.
Furthermore, I ride his tongue harder as the blade slices through his sack. Consequently, carving away his manhood in wet, bloody chunks.
Hot crimson sprays across my thighs and belly with every cut. Ultimately, his muffled screams vibrate deliciously against my clit.  Finally, as I cum violently, grinding my pussy into his face. All while his balls fall to the cold stone floor in a steaming pile.
Obviously, I keep fucking the gaping, bleeding wound between his legs with my fingers. While smearing his blood and seed all over his chest like unholy anointing oil.
Nothing in this world feels more divine than destroying a man of God. Ultimately, through torture, sex, and turning him into a castrated, broken fucktoy for my eternal pleasure.
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Just Another Friday Night Gangbang Rape Porn in the Back of a White Van

gangbang rape pornJust another Friday night making gangbang rape porn for this woman. But this time I didn’t do it for cocaine money. I did not agree to any of this. In fact, I don’t think I went looking for trouble. When I came out of the mall last night after dropping my son ‘s Apple computer at the Apple Store to get fixed, a guy jumped me and shoved me into the back of his work van.

But I was not alone. Five other guys sat in the back who appeared waiting for him to bring them lunch. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Those men looked so hungry. And they didn’t see me as a person or a mother. They saw me as fuck meat. Just another bitch for them to use.

And in the corner of the van, I saw a camera set up. Maybe this is their thing. Kidnapping soccer moms at the mall and filming them fucking her. And this time the soccer mom appeared to be me. Sometimes I swear I get into the most trouble when I’m not even looking for trouble. They turned me into their ass rape porn star in the back of an electrical work van. In that moment, I felt like this van became an assault rifle. Hiding in plain sight in the back of a work van these men violated every hole. They even fucked my pee hole just like my stepson does. Ouch.

When I am Not Out Looking for a Fix, I Get Into the Worse Trouble

Being a three-hole whore feels bad enough. But when you make me a four-hole whore, I feel the pain. Went on for hours. And I just laid there like a wet noodle. Scared. Not knowing what they would do to me once they all came. They smacked me and choked me. And when they couldn’t cum anymore, they started fisting my holes too and telling me to smile for the camera.

I did my best to comply with them. And act like I enjoyed what they did to me. But because I felt sober, I struggled to give them the enthusiasm they wanted for a gang bang. So, they choked me and smacked me some more until I acted like they wanted me to act.

I thought my nine lives ran out in the back of that van. But they pulled over to the side of the road and dumped me in a field. My clothes torn. Red marks on my face. Cum oozing out of every hole. Dumping me like that forced me to hitchhike back to the mall to get my car. When will men ever stop exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me?

Castration Phone Sex Fixes the Problem of Big Dick Energy in Men with Small Dicks

castration phone sexCastration phone sex seems on the rise. Honestly, with all this alpha male bullshit I’m seeing on social media and stuff, I figured more men would attempt to embrace their worthless dicks. But I think all that big dick energy makes men less self-aware. In my opinion, men with big dick energy and pinky dicks are the worst kind of men. They see women as owing them something. So, they don’t take no for an answer.

But my big ass knife reiterates my no.  I embrace my inner butcher. But some girls consider me sort of an antihero. I make bars and streets safer for them. I neuter the big dick energy boys. The ones who think we owe them our bodies because they are male. The men who brag about a 2-inch dick. I revoke men’s Man cards. No woman owes a man anything.

And last night I encountered a man with the biggest dick energy yet. But he also displayed the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. Tiny does not begin to describe it. I could put his cock under a microscope and still would not see it. A bit of exaggeration, but you get the point. He ended up in my Goth throwing around that big dick energy with nothing to back it up. And insulting women after they rejected him nicely.

Snuff sex seemed too good for him. He needed neutered. And I knew just how to do it. I let him think his cheesy ass pick up lines worked on me. And we went back to his place. Poor simp told me I looked like I walked right out of his wet dreams. However, he would soon view me more as a nightmare girl than a dream girl.

Men, Women Do Not Owe You a Thing and We Do Not Want Tiny Dicks

I spiked his bourbon. And before long, he acted drunk. I helped him up onto a chair and I strapped him down. Pulled out the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen. But he had church bells for balls. His dick resembled a very sad turkey. But I castrated him. And I think I did him a favor. Castration made his dick look bigger. Once I removed those gigantic balls that took the attention away from his little nub, he looked bigger. But not big enough for that big dick energy.

But he seemed too busy crying like a bitch to see the gift I gave him. Maybe one day he will see that I did him a favor. I gave him a clean castration, meaning I cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Sure, that method burns the flesh, but it reduces scarring. He’ll never fuck again. But I couldn’t imagine he ever fucked before. Not with such a tiny dick. At least I took away some of that big dick energy that caused him to act a fool. He will never pop a little chubby ever again.

It’s always the biggest losers with the tiniest dicks that create most of the problems in this world for women. But this sadistic phone sex bitch will take care of men like that one at a time. And eventually, I will rid the world of all the false gods.

Gangbang Rape Porn It’s Perfect to Destroy My Holes Good

Gangbang rape porn is one of the main ways these tight holes of mine get utterly destroyed. No doubt, I beg for every brutal second of it.
First of all, I strut in looking like the ultimate fuckdoll—platinum blonde hair cascading down my back, massive fake tits spilling out, tiny cinched waist, and long toned legs.
Just knowing a pack of savage bulls is waiting to break me, I wear very little. Next thing I know, these men grab my Barbie-perfect body. With brute force they pin me down. Proceeding to manhandle me, they rip off my skimpy clothes.
Then they force their massive cocks down my throat. But they don’t stop there. They pound into my dripping cunt, and deep up my ass all at once.
Moreover, the harder and meaner they fuck me, the wetter and more desperate I become. They pound me like a worthless rape fantasy toy, stretching and wrecking every hole. All while I scream and choke like the pain-addicted whore I am.

Gangbang Rape Porn Fuels My Strangulation Kink

After that, we crank the darkness higher by mixing in real snuff sex. All to feed my intense strangulation kink.
Consequently, their strong hands lock around my slender neck. Each one is squeezing tighter and tighter while they continue to destroy my holes.
Next, my vision fades to black, my lungs burn, and my pussy spasms violently. Ultimately, the reaction from the terrifying edge of blackout. Therefore, the mix of panic and pleasure crashes through me until I’m squirting everywhere. Subsequently, shaking uncontrollably.
So yeah, I’m a true consenting pain slutfuck doll deep to the bone. These extreme gangbang rape porn sessions leave my perfect body bruised, gaping, leaking cum for days, yet I still crawl back begging to be strangled and used until I almost don’t wake up. Because nothing satisfies this doll like being broken right at the brink. If you’re cruel enough to take me there… come and wreck this pain slut. I’m already dripping just thinking about it.
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I Made a Brutal Ass Rape Porn with a Sinister Sex Machine

ass rape pornI made an interesting ass rape porn movie this week for coke money. And by interesting, I mean that my costar did not appear human. My costar appeared mechanical. I have used sex machines in the past. However, I never starred in an ass porn with a sex machine before. And this did not appear to be the typical sex machine. Not only did this machine go fast, but it included all sorts of kinky attachments designed more to shred a pussy then give it pleasure.

At first, I did not think that a sex machine could do as much damage to my pussy as a cock. But I thought wrong. The man who offered me money to make this movie with him I never met before. This junkie I know told me about him and made it seem like easy money. And I had no cash. So, I met the guy.

He tied me face down to a dirty mattress on a creepy old bed. He positioned me spread eagle and put a pillow under my stomach to raise my ass and pussy up. Then he took time to align the sex machine just right. He used a double headed attachment so something would be in my pussy and ass at the same time.

And when he turned it on, it felt like torture sex. I felt all these grooves and bumps. It went so fast in and out of my pussy and ass it would leave skid marks on the inside of my holes. My entire body convulsed like I somehow got possessed by a demon spirit. I started pissing and squirting. I felt like I could no longer control my own body and its movements.

This Time a Sex Machine Destroyed My Fuck Holes

But apparently the way my body reacted was just how the director wanted it to react. I felt like this might be an alternate reality. My entire body shook so much it scrambled my already scrambled brain. Damn this felt like too much torture for $500. Although he did give me a quick break, I don’t think it was for my benefit. He changed the dildos to much more sinister ones. The new attachments felt like shards of glass tearing my cervix and my asshole.

I almost bit my tongue off. It felt like I experienced a seizure. I tried to bite down on the mattress to keep my tongue in check. But I could still taste blood. And I felt blood run out of my pussy and ass from this sinister sex machine.

But eventually, the hour he wanted concluded. However, it felt like an eternity. That sex machine did more damage to my pussy and my ass than multiple cocks or fists ever did. He gave me $500 and I vowed to never go back to him again. But then he told me for the next session he would pay me double. And I knew that even though I am not a fan of mutilation phone sex, I would come back to him again. Because no doubt I will be desperate for coke again very soon.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Accomplice Phone Sex is Better For Pleasure and Ruining

Sadistic Morticia, your Accomplice Phone Sex  huntress. Tonight, we are on the hunt to decapitate a bitch with my partner. The two of us chose to drive to Washington State.
Lured her into the woods. The rest is history.
First, I grip the knife tighter while my lover’s eyes burn with rage.
Then I whisper, “She’s yours tonight, baby. Let’s make her scream for Satan.” Moreover, I love being the one who drives her into the trap.
Consequently, when she trips and falls, I pounce and pin her down so he can tape her mouth shut. Soon, we drag the struggling bitch to the clearing where the black altar waits.
Furthermore, I strip her naked while he chants low and dark. Next, I hold her head back by the hair so he can carve the pentagram across her tits.

Accomplice Phone Sex and The Pleasure of The Hunt

As a result, her muffled screams only make my pussy wetter. In fact, I laugh when he finally saws through her neck with the ritual blade. Her head comes off with a wet pop, blood spraying hot across my thighs.
Immediately, he lifts the dripping skull and forces his throbbing cock straight into the severed throat. I watch him skull-fuck the dead bitch while I finger myself furiously.
“Harder,” I hiss, “fuck her dead face for Satan.” He pounds deeper, groaning as warm blood and brains coat his shaft.
Meanwhile, I kneel and lick the cum and gore dripping from her lips. In the end, we leave her headless body spread on the altar, cum leaking from the ragged neck stump.
Finally, I kiss my lover with blood still on my tongue and whisper, “Next one’s mine to hunt.”
I am Morticia, the sadistic accomplice who lives for the hunt, the decapitation, and the filthy skull-fucking that honors our Dark Lord.
Nothing gets me hotter than helping him destroy what he once loved… and turning it into pure Satanic worship. Hail Satan
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