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Your Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Require the Right Accomplice

Most men enjoy snuff phone sex fantasies. Even some women do too. But I rarely get calls from women. At least not dominant women. I would have been her bitch, but she needed an accomplice to kill her philandering, hustler of an ex-boyfriend. He used her and cheated on her. But when he drained her bank account, she decided he had fucked with the wrong bitch. They had been together for a long time. Like almost a decade. And she chose to support him.

But when he discovered she knew about his affairs, he drained her bank account before she kicked him out. He did not get a fraction of her worth luckily because he did not have access to most of her money.  However, he did not know that. She wanted revenge. Not because she needed the money. This was about showing him he could not get away with what he did. Accountability as she put it. I told her I would be honored to be her revenge accomplice phone sex help.

Never Underestimate a Woman’s Need for Revenge

I lured him away. She told me everything I needed to set the honey trap. Being bait is fun. But cock and ball torture seemed like even more fun. He thought I put a cock ring on him so he would last to fuck me. However, I slapped a castration band around his balls. The pain did not last long, but the panic did. But he thought I did that by mistake. He found out that I set him up for revenge when my client made her presence known.

His look of surprise, I caught on film.  He looked at me confused, but I just said, “Hos before Bros.” And he knew I never wanted to fuck him. But I did want to inflict maximum pain with castration phone sex. So, she let me slice his balls off. Revenge cock and ball torture turned out perfectly. He lost his balls. Therefore, he lost his identity. But more importantly, he lost his ability to ever hurt a woman again. Hell, he will ever fuck again.  So, if he cannot get close to a woman physically, he will never get close to her financially.     

Cannibalism Phone Sex is The Best Way To Control Populations

Cannibalism phone sex is a way of control. As a rambunctious filthy slut I was invited to a murder session. This was an event like a slave auction. Where the invitees where put up to auction. Yes, I was sold as a side of meat.

With my ass and tits on display the bidders got their chance to grope at my body like they would a cattle for their slaughter. In fact in this new world of over population excess becomes cattle.

Once I was purchased the got to enjoy me any way he wanted. His first thing was to fuck my ass. This gentleman did not want pussy, he only wanted my plump rump roast to tenderize with a hardcore ass fucking. Once he marinated my anus hole with his sperm he was ready to feed.

As I lay there with my ass in the air the big knife went into my flesh and sliced it like the Sunday Ham. My screams were stifled by a pair of sperm filled severed balls in my mouth. Like an apple in a pig. As my ass got sliced I bit down to a squirting of intoxicating sperm in my mouth.

 

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My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, Cash Cow and Mommy Whore

ass rape pornMy son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.

I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.

My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.

My Boy Loves Me Because He Lets Me Do Coke as He Abuses Me

He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.

My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly.  My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.

He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing.  But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow And Fuck Meat

He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.

Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth.  But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.

Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

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Happy birthday to the evil phone sex lover that used me as his human birthday cake tonight. In his perfect, kinky fantasy, he stripped me completely naked, doused my nipples in lighter fluid and lit them on fire like little cake candles. I tried to scream but he had already started slicing into my throat. He didn’t cut my head off right away but he slit deep enough so that blood was squirting out and soaking everything around me. While I was spewing a thick spray of blood all over everything, he was beating the fuck out of me with a spiked bat. Every blow made more blood rain down and drip from the walls and brought me closer and closer to blacking out. I was already limp and cold by the time he finally finished taking his aggression out on me with that bat. A few more quick slices with his blade and my head was detached from my body. I rubbed my drenched cunt while he talked about looking into my lifeless eyes and stroking his dick with the gaped bloody hole that was my neck and throat. That sick fuck’s twisted fantasy left my panties soaked and my pussy dripping but I know that you can top him and make my whore cunt even more wet! Hit me up so you can use me next.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Cannibalism phone sex whores get roasted slowly

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.

Snuff Movies with My Eldest Son Hurts But Gets Me Coke

snuff moviesMy eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.

When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.

So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.

My Eldest Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful for His Viewers

Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.

The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.

He Thinks I Have the Perfect Ass for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.

Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.

Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.

My Ass Pays the Price for My Coke Addiction

Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.

And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.

Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

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I’m rubbing my whore cunt and getting horny as fuck from all of these evil phone sex calls. The world is becoming more twisted every day with more and more men calling to tell me the fucked up thoughts that consume them. I just talked with a guy who anyone would think is just an average family man. I’m the lucky slut that gets to hear his most fucked up inner thoughts. Like how he constantly fantasizes about making his wife watch him force fuck, torture and snuff out their precious little daughters. This sick fuck wants me to rim his asshole with my tongue while he’s stroking his dick with the corpse of his youngest brat. He also wants me to bash her head in and jerk his dick off with her gooey, squished brains. He has the best torture fantasies, he just needs an evil accomplice to act out any and every fucked up desire that runs across his mind. I think you need an accomplice slut too. Let me be the one that slices into your offspring and rips the guts right out of their tiny bodies. I’ll hollow out their little bellies so that I can reach in and jerk your stiff Daddy dick off inside of them. The only thing better than tiny, tight cunt to ram your cock into, is having a twisted slut like me to jerk your dick off while you’re balls deep in that tiny victim bitch! Let’s save your wife for last. I’ll tie her up and make her watch, screaming and crying is horror as she watches us be evil together. We can work out all of the fucked up details when you call…

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.