Category: Sadistic phone sex

Torture Sex Punishment Whore Blair is Running Out of 9-Lives

torture sexI am a glutton for torture sex punishment. I’m just lucky I did not die. One of these days, I will run out of my 9 lives. I paid a visit to this dealer I know. Not my black dealer, but a friend of his. I figured I would polish his big black knob too, let him rough me up a bit and leave with some coke. However, after I let him ass fuck me with his big fat black cock, he tried to stiff me. Refused to give a used up old whore free coke. He told me I could buy it like everyone else.

So, I stole some when he went to the bathroom. Perhaps my desperation for a fix made me do something that stupid. I know the game. You never steal product from a dealer. Never. However, before I could get out the door, he busted me. Tossed me to the floor and put his foot down on my throat. In that moment, I thought I might legit die. His foot looks as big as his cock. But stronger.

Desperate Whores Do Desperate Things for Coke

He could have snapped my neck. But lucky for me he did not feel like making a snuff porn. However, he did want to make a hardcore anal sex movie. And I knew he would shred my asshole. Make me wish he had killed me. Drug dealers know how to deal with thieves. He tied me up like butcher meat and fisted my ass. Shoved his forearm up my ass so deep I thought he might rip my insides out.

With his hands around my throat squeezing, he forced his cock into my dry ass. Since my ass does not get wet like my cunt, that hurt. He fucked my asshole inside out just like my stepson does. This dealer made me wish I had never stolen his product. I took it as a sign that I should never try to steal coke again. And certainly not his coke. Although I did escape, I had no coke for my troubles. And that meant this taboo phone sex whore needed to fuck some more drug dealers to score her coke.

Evil phone sex whore Stephanie wants to play

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I love playing an accomplice and helping kinky men live out their most evil phone sex fantasies. When a guy doesn’t have a specific scene in mind, I always end up talking about my latest victims. I get black-market, throw away whores that Daddy buys off of some sketchy website for us to play with, mutilate and dispose of like pieces of trash. Daddy has a thing for watching his little princess torture and snuff out other little sluts. His most recent obsession is watching me skin our victims alive. He strokes his dick while we see how much of their flesh I can strip off before they go into shock and we have to finally force fuck them and then beat them to death to put them out of their misery. That last little one held on for so much longer than we expected her to. I used a sharp knife to slice her skin off, filet her tiny titties and pussy lips and carve her eyes, lips and tongue out. I turned her into a bloody, wet pile of squishy, exposed muscle and then started beating her with my spiked bat. I broke her arms and forced her legs open so wide that her hips popped out of place and she couldn’t close her legs to resist Daddy anymore. Her screams while he was forcing his dick into her and tearing her tiny pussy open, were magical! After helping him fuck her and rip her holes with his fat dick, she was starting to convulse so we knew it was time. I laid her out on the concrete floor of the basement and smashed her head in with my bat. Daddy had already shot a few loads off but watching me bash in that little bitch’s skull got his dick stiff all over again. I hope you’re as horny and kinky as Daddy because this evil snuff lover slut wants to play! 

Teen Rape Porn Stars are in Demand for Hardcore Dark Web Films

teen rape pornDo you watch teen rape porn? Max Hardcore, Hookup Hotshot, Smash Pictures, and Kink. Com produce some hardcore teen porn, but nothing like the kind I can make. I can make hotter amateur extreme porn than any legal porn outfit can. Why? Because my stars never consent to being porn stars. It gives my flicks a sense of realism. And that’s why suddenly I find myself in high demand.

I have been on both sides of the camera. And I prefer to be the filmographer than the star. And luckily, my former sadistic owner sends me lots of business. Plus, I freelance for him too. So odd to think that a man who kept me in a cage for years and almost killed me a few times would now praise my work behind the camera and send me business. According to him, I make good movies because I am a former slave.

Perhaps that’s true. Takes a snuff porn star to know what men want and like to see. The sort of things only found on the dark web or 8 MM film. My former master sent me Peter. He already had his victim, but he needed someone to film him fucking her. Although I did not get my usual fee, I still got paid well. Normally, I charge more but with Peter, I did not need to hunt and kidnap a victim. He had his ex-stepdaughter in a cage ready for her film debut.

For the Right Price, You Can Own Anything You Want, Even a Teen Girl

Wow. What a pretty thing too. Apparently, he bought the girl from his ex-girlfriend. What kind of mother sells her daughter, you might ask yourself. But I will tell you that for the right price, you can own anything you want, even a teen girl. I gave the girl a shot or morphine to get her loosened up for her film debut.

Let me tell you how hot it made me to watch Peter destroy this girl’s holes as well as break her spirit. This guy’s cock looked more like a forearm going up her cunt and ass. She bled like a stuck pig too. Clearly, she still maintained her virginity until then. Peter fucked this little bitch in every position imaginable. I filmed a teen ass rape porn. When his cock could not longer stay hard, he fisted her ass.

For a moment, I felt bad for the girl. She reminded me of myself when I was young. But the money Peter paid me made all my guilt disappear. I will film him and that little whore any day.  

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Because We All Have a Killer Instinct

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies live rent free in our minds. But for most people, that’s where they stay. In their minds. But not me. I am not most folks. I have an impulse control disorder. When I meet someone who annoys me or pisses me off with their actions or words, it takes every bit of inner strength to control my murderous impulses. However, there is a time and place for murder. So, I learned to hone my rage. My grandfather taught me self-control. And how to kill undetected.

If not for my grandpa, I would have been sent to prison as a teen. In a fit of rage, I killed my high school bully in the woods on my way home from school. Although no one saw me, I left my DNA everywhere. And I did not hide the body. I ran. But I was covered in blood. At first my grandpa thought I injured myself. So, I confessed what I had done. And my grandpa cleaned up my mess.

Anyone Can Get Away with Murder But They Need to Learn How

However, he saw the killer phone sex instinct in me. He recognized it because he had the same instincts as me. But he learned how to kill undetected. And how to clean up a crime scene to avoid detection. My second kill he supervised. He even picked out the victim for me. Another bully from school. But not a bully of mine. He taught me about surrogates. If I have a personal beef with someone and its well known, I become a suspect when they die or disappear.

But if I find a similar person whom I have no connection with, my name will never come up as a suspect. I have killed a couple folks with a connection to me, but a connection no one would put together. For the most part, I still practice all the snuff sex techniques my grandpa taught me. And now I teach others how to do the same thing. You can get always with murder too. But you need my help.

Accomplice Phone Sex, I Find Therapeutic

accomplice phone sexAs a sexy switch, accomplice phone sex can go one of three ways with me. I help you fuck, snuff or torture some one else. You snuff, fuck or torture me. Or, I get to snuff, fuck and torture you. I think the latter might be my favorite. But I am still learning how to torture men. Helping you torture a young girl I do not find challenging. Some man has tortured me for decades. Plus, I have assisted masters who want to hurt young girls.

But until this past week, I never got brutal with a man. Tony changed all that. He hired me to abuse him in his own basement dungeon. I could smell death when I entered his extreme man cave. My guess, he or someone he knows, killed a girl in the very room he might die. First order of business, I needed to restrain him in case he experienced a change of heart.

When I Get to Be the Bad Ass Bitch, I Find it Therapeutic

He had a table full of BDSM torture devices making me feel like a domination phone sex mistress. But I did not know where to start. I picked up a slave brutality BDSM taser. A few shocks to his nuts and body made him piss himself. This would be fun, I told myself. I worked my way down the table of kinky equipment. As I flogged, tased and whipped him, my eyes went to the anal hook. So, I unbound his legs and pushed them to his chest. My saliva acted like lube so I could push it in his tight ass easily.

I would yank on it while I went back to tasing his body. Tasing his balls while I pulled the hook made his dick hard. A pain slut hired me. I felt like a pro domme during our session. I found it therapeutic for me too. Tasing him. Whipping him. Anally torturing him allowed me to picture all the abusive men in my life.

He loved my bad ass babe vibe. So, he hired me for next week too. This time, he hopes we can explore castration phone sex. Now that will really serve as therapy for me.

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Sadistic Phone Sex Could Put You in Prison or The Morgue with Me

sadistic phone sexAll I know is sadistic phone sex. I could not work on a vanilla line. Why? Because I do not know the first thing about being vanilla. And I do not want to learn. Vanilla appears just too basic and boring for me. I am the one you call when you have fantasies that could get you arrested or land you in the morgue. I am a maneater. Consider yourself warned.

For the most part I am asexual. Fucking does not guide my daily actions. However, my thirst for pain and suffering does guide me. The way I see life, you act like a tool or dumbass, you do not deserve to live. We should view life as a privilege not an entitlement. And privileges can be revoked for bad acts or bad manners.

I will admit my threshold for stupidity drops monthly. We have inclement weather. Icy roads with snow coming down on and off. Too cold for salt to work very well. But I needed to go out for an assignment. However, some asshole drove by me like he had a snuff sex wish. And he caused an accident that hurt a woman and her daughter. And could have hurt me too. The jackass fled the scene.

Some Folks are Just to Stupid and Reckless to Live

I am not completely heartless. So, I stopped to help the car he pushed off the road and called 911. But my photographic memory stored the make and model of the car, as well as the license plate. However, I left that part out to the police because I planned to exact revenge for this woman and her daughter. Folks like do not deserve to drive or breathe.

And I have my ways of finding out anything and everything I need about a person. Later that night, I showed up at his house. Of course, I broke in through an unlocked window armed with a few knives and chloroform in case I had to knock out other folks under his roof. Of course, the loser lived alone. Men like that cannot keep women. Normally, I enjoy long torture sex sessions before I kill someone. But this was more like a smash and grab.

I stabbed him over 50 times. Overkill to make it look personal instead of a random act of violence. And as he choked on his own blood, I told him exactly why he had to die. And I watched him choke on his own blood as he bled out. Perhaps the kill did not feel as satisfying as others, but I rid the world of one less asshole. And that does feel satisfying.

Succumbing to Lucifer’s Lustful Whispers

Blasphemy sex

Hell yeah, blasphemy gets me wet! I’m a filthy bitch, ready to defile your sacred prayers. Fuck your gods and their heavenly promises, I’m here to worship the devil’s cock. Cream and squirt, my pleasure is his command.

Mutilation fantasies? I’ll make ’em real, you pathetic creature. Your body will be my canvas, every cut a masterpiece. Scream and beg, it only fuels my twisted desires. Bow down, worship my devilish pussy, and I might spare your worthless soul.

Taboo is my playground. Let’s explore your darkest urges, breaking every rule. I’ll be your sinful priestess, guiding you through forbidden pleasures. Your cock will throb, yearning for my devil-possessed body. Cream and pray to the devil, ’cause he’s gonna own your ass!

Forget your prayers, embrace the shadows. I’ll tempt you, seduce you, and make you mine. Lucifer’s not just offering pleasure, he’s offering freedom. So, are you ready to sign your soul away? Hell’s gates are open, and the ride is hotter than you can imagine!

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I was walking home from school when I was scooped up. I remember feeling so many hands at once just grab me. My feet leave the ground. And I was whisked away.

Of course, being the young one I am, I was prime picking for you. Sweet thing in a cute skirt. Grade A meat in your eyes.

Tying me down wasn’t the easiest, as it was like trying to dress an octopus in a t shirt. You broke a few limbs though, which made it slightly easier. I wasn’t gonna move around as much.

However, stuffing my underwear in my mouth to make me shut up kinda choked me a little. Well, more than a little. You start to notice this as your shoving your dick into my tight little twat.

After forcefully taking my two holes for a few minutes, I guess you realized that I wasn’t breathing anymore. I had turned blue. Lifeless.

However, I don’t think that deterred you any… did it?

 

My Family From Hell

Torture sexTorture sex. My foster family is horrible, Daddy takes my pussy every single night, he fucks me in the bathroom while I try to shower, comes in my bedroom while I sleep,imagine waking up with a fat old man cock in your asshole,being held down by your father as your brother shoves bottles ,brushes,and bats up your tight asshole. I was gang banged in the basement by daddy and five of the neighborhood pervs, dicks in every hole, my throat is raw from screaming as my holes are being ripped open, double penetration tore my holes open. Running to my mom for help only being forced to suck her funky cunt, eyes stinging from the stench of her pussy, the rancid taste makes my mouth spring water, choking on my own vomit as I lick and suck her nasty twat, Just when I thought I found a way out of this hell hole and turned to you for help telling you all my tales of torture turned you on so much you tore my panties off and assaulted both my holes, I’m fucked I think I’m stuck here until they kill me, probably fuck my dead body before they get rid of me.   

Evil Phone Sex Because Being Good is No Fun

evil phone sexEvil phone sex because why not? This is a fantasy phone line. We can get as dark as you want. However, you can only be my accomplice or my victim. And I am not looking for a boyfriend or even a lover. I am looking for an equally evil mind or a depraved masochist. But I get disappointed a lot. And when I get disappointed, I kill. I must take my frustration out on someone.

Damien seemed promising.  I mean the name alone conjures up images of evil. He hired me to kill his ex-business partner who screwed him over and disappeared with a several million dollars, bankrupting his business. Even though he bounced back eventually, for years he dreamed of revenge. He saw my mercenary ad, and thought I could help find his ex-partner.

I am more than just a sadistic phone sex killer. My skills also include tracking. And I found his former partner, in the next state with a new identity. But a stolen identity. And I thought Damien would act happier that I found him so quickly. But he got cold feet. He tried to renege on our agreement and not pay me the rest of the money he owed me. It does not work like that. I have a strict no refund policy. If he did not want me to kill his ex-partner, then I told him I would kill him. He laughed at me like this was a game.

People Who Underestimate Me Always Pay the Price

Men always underestimate me. And that pisses me off more than trying to back out of a deal. So, I showed Damien how evil I could be. I gutted him like a pig. Slowly too. Huge knife in his belly button that I moved all the way up his sternum. His entrails spilled out of his body and onto the floor. He had this amazed look on his face. But he asked for it. I laughed as he tried to hold his guts in. However, he could not do that. The dude literally spilled his guts on his kitchen floor.

Although I did not get to savor the torture sex like usual, he had to die. Impulse kills seem less satisfying to this evil bitch. But sometimes a man just needs to die. And Damien needed to die. Biggest disappointment ever. Let this be a warning to you. Do not renege on an agreement. And never underestimate me.