Category: Snuff phone sex

I was used and abused

rape phone sex fantasiesMy Master lent me out to a BDSM club last night and every man there used me to make his rape phone sex fantasies come true. I had no say in the matter, I had to do as I was told no matter what. It was honestly pretty easy at first, I truly enjoy being used little a little love doll but then Master Antonio came in and a strange fear washed over me. I had heard stories about how sadistic he was but I had never actually experienced a session with him before. I was hoping that maybe the stories were all just exaggerations but from the moment he walked into my room I knew that they were all true. He grabbed me by my hair a slapped me across the face and told me to get on my fucking knees. I was shaking all over but I did as I was told, I got on my knees and looked down at the floor. What followed was a nightmare, he beat me, burned me with cigarettes and fucked all my fuckholes until they were gaped open and so sore that I couldn’t sit down. I was covered head to toe in bruises and I couldn’t even walk out of the room,I had to crawl. It was the most intense experience of my life and I have to do it all over again tonight too!

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies are what men want with me. My phone life is no different than my home life. Master and his cronies want me dead. On a good day, they just want to torture me. Last night, Master had a poker party. I was his betting chip. When he lost, his friends got to use me. They took me down to the dungeon. I hate the dungeon because nothing good ever happens to me down there. Master’s poker buddies tied me to a bench. They put a ball gag in my mouth and took turns punching me. They thought it was amusing to turn my alabaster skin black and blue, and even purple. I screamed and I cried. It really hurt. Master just watched and masturbated as his fuck slave was a gangbang rape porn star to a few other guys. Those men weren’t vested in me like Master. Since I am not their sex slave, they didn’t care if I got uglied up.  Master lost several rounds and since I was payment, he couldn’t intervene. They tied up my tits and punched them like they were boxers. I was in a lot of pain. I feared one of my saline bags would pop. Eventually, Master kicked them out. He doesn’t want to lose his favorite slave.

Babysitter Phone Sex Was The Start

It really all started with Babysitter phone sex, the whole pimping littles for p daddy’s and murderer’s to get their perverted desires taken care of. They pay me good and I get rid of the evidence. It helps that I happen to know a few guys that wrestle big reptiles for a living and are always looking for bait and food for their cherished crocs. I always get to give my good boy a little treat too in a doggy bag of raw meat. My boys love a good bloody treat, all of them be it the dogs, Crocodiles or my main mad that loves some young succulent flesh. I really started the gig because I needed money bad and my whore sister talked me into watching her brats while she took off out of the country. The cunt deserted the brats with me and I had to take care of them. SO I did just that, and fucked those holes right up.

Babysitter Phone Sex

Snuff Sex A Cum Guzzling Nigger

Being in a hostage situation when the beginning of my Snuff sex enslavement began has really broken me to be a submissive black bitch for my owners. I was set up my crack addict baby’s daddy after he hit bottom and snuffed out his own daughter. He set me up to get abducted from outside the apartment. I was taken with a sack thrown over me, bound, gagged and hauled into a van in seconds. I was in shock it happened so quick. They were professionals, fuck they’re a fucking gang. My crackhead sold me off to them. They fucking got their kicks having a nigger whore slave to be their punching bag and toilet. I was put on a diet of piss and shit, and when I threw up I was forced to eat it also. They laughed and shot me up with cocktails of drugs before they let me be tortured, fucked and excremented on. I was the main character for a gangbang rape porn that doesn’t survive in the end. I think that was a suitable lead for a pathetic little slave like me. I am such a disgrace to my race and to women for allowing this to happen to me.

Snuff Sex

Bloody Phone sex Womb Excavations

bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex of me scrapping out a precious womb of a slut for you. You have become my number one accomplice in seeking out pregnant whores to chop into pieces after a forced birth. You understand my dark side and the more blood the better. My cunt is wet as you have me chain the latest victim down immobile as that brat kicks and wiggles inside her young body. This brat is yours and the slut is your daughter. She is pleading daddy don’t! But You already have that hard cock jacking off over her as I cut her nipples off and shove them down her throat. I am going to gut her like a melon for the prize inside. A fucktoy until death and even after. Or we can have her fucked by fifty men until That slutkin inside slides out like butter on a griddle. It is up to you daddy, as long as that womb is excavated and murder is the end result for your cock to cum for me.

Fantasy Phone Sex Seems Real

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex calls with a sick bitch make your dark desires seem real. I have some fantasies like killing the Kardashian dip shits, but obviously I don’t act on them. I find this line of work very satisfying because I can work out my anger issues as well as my hatred for society. There is not enough time in the world for me to snuff all the losers and bitches that need to be gone. I do enjoy taking out young cock teases before they grow up to be a Kardashian type. I had a unique opportunity the other night to do just that. A friend of mine wanted me to meet his niece. I hated her at hello. I hate most brats. I have zero maternal instincts. He set me up. He knew I would hate her. He knew I would want to make a snuff porn with her. Normally, I don’t kill anyone I have a connection with like this, but she was worth the risk. My connection is to her uncle not her. No one would even know I had met the brat. My friend would be the suspect. We drugged her and took her to my kill shack. He used me because he wanted to fuck her tiny little slit. He wanted to gut her like a pig. Like most men, too weak to do it themselves. I am not weak. I have no impulse control. Once someone is in my cross hairs, they are dead. She called me Wednesday Addams to mock my Goth queen look. I don’t tolerate disrespect from something so young, so I killed her. I brutalized her. Gutted her like a pig and chopped up her remains and fed then to the coyotes. But not before I let her uncle test out his rape phone sex fantasies.

Bloody Phone Sex Clit Cutting Masturbation

It’s obvious I am a dumb little bimbo masochist that can’t gt enough with having the shit fucked and beat out of me. I live for bloody phone sex calls, especially ones when I get to get off as well. I love sitting here with my maxi pads and razor blades. I love the really thin ones that are for the men razors. They are easy to carry with me even. I get coked up and all worked up at the club and get so fucking horny I hide in a stall, cot out a line, I rub a little on my clit and position a menstrual pad in my little panties. I do my line and as I savor the drip in the back of my throat, kinda like savoring that cum load exploding in my mouth I rub my clit a little I lick the compact mirror and wipe it and set it on that pad in my panties. I get a good look at my clit and I just slide that blade in a quick little nick and watch it bleed. I taste my blood on the mirror licking it up. I pull my panties in place and wipe and streams of blood up from my leg. This is how I get off when I can’t be getting beat and fucked by a sadistic phone sex Master.

Bloody Phone Sex

I killed that little bitch

taboo phone sexHis name was Francis, he was a weak little man that had no idea I was going to kill him. He was excited to be in one of my movies, he wanted to be a star… and he was going to be the star… the star of my latest snuff movie. He was so so happy when I led him out to the stage but when he saw no one else but me there with ropes in my hands he was a little confused. He protested when I tied him up but what the fuck was he going to do about it? He was a weak little bitch it’s not like he could fight me. Once he was restrained I beat him slowly and mercilessly until he was a bloody mess begging for death. Little bitch boy cried the whole time too guess that’s what little faggots do huh? Should have known he would be a little bitch with a name like Francis.

Ass rape fantasy

Bondage phone sex I met you at our local grocery store. You liked what you saw and asked me for number. I gave it to you with ease. A pretty smile on m y face and an innocent look in my eyes. The black leather skirt I wore and black make up and dark exterior did not catch your eye. I knew you would be easy prey for me because you was not very observant. You did not think once you invited me over to your house for dinner that it would be your last fucking meal. 

I slipped a rookie into your drink when you went into the kitchen to get dessert. Before you could even sit the plates on the table you passed out. I took my time and tied you up. Head down to the floor, hands tied behind your back and your ankles handcuffed. I needed a gap between your legs to properly execute my move next. I want to see the pain in your eyes and hear the screams. I waited until you were awake before I rammed that long plastic dildo into your ass with no vaseline. I fucked your hard until you bled. My fake dick was covered in blood and shit. I shoved it into your mouth and made you lick it off. I plastered a grin on my face when you managing to mutter the words ” why?”. I simply said because I can before slicing your throat. My Bondage phone sex stories are not for the weak. Only the strong survive!

 

 

Torture phone sex

Torture phone sexI was serving tables after work, wearing the slutty uniform and dealing with the regular getting hit on type of thing. Then this one guy dumped his drink on me, urging me to take off my now wet clothes. I’d had enough and slapped him across his face and sealing my fate for the evening. It was just us 5 and I knew I had fucked up the minute I slapped him, because he was returning the blow and ripping my shirt off all at the same time. I tried to fight them, I really did! But there were so many of them and they were really so strong! There was nothing I could do, as they all ripped at me, grabbing and groping and even feeling my insides with their fingers already. I knew it was going to be a long night of being treated and fucked like a worthless whore. I should really learn to keep my big mouth shut, and filled with cock instead of trying to get sassy. I am a stupid whore, aren’t I?