Category: Taboo phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex Turns Violent

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex leaves a woman like me vulnerable. Any woman vulnerable. It is just the way it is because if tied tightly you cannot escape. You cannot even struggle. And I know this. Yet, I still agree to bondage shoots. Why? Because I need money to fuel my coke habit. My stepson gets very brutal with me, so sometimes I supplement. But that’s our secret, okay?

I responded to an ad in a fetish magazine looking for milf rope bunnies. Although, I do not have a master in my life, in the past men did tie me up. And of course, drug dealers tie me up a lot too. So, I applied for the job and lied about how much I love bondage. I do not mind bondage, but the only thing I love more than my family is coke. Snuff porn pays more than bondage porn, but it is easier on my body. Or so I thought.

I Will Never Learn Because of My Coke Habit

When I arrived for my photo shoot, the director treated me like a side of beef from the get-go. His goons tied me up and whipped out their dicks. I stepped into a porn not a bondage shoot. However, I did not know what kind of porn initially. I mean this could have turned into a snuff flick. Or even some violent gang bang. But it ended up more like a humiliation porn.

They dick slapped me first. But they followed up by pissing in my face and calling me all sorts of degrading things. The director told me to smile. Smile while guys dick slap me and piss in my face for hours?  Eventually, this turned into an ass rape porn. But they violated my ass with objects and a speculum before I got the cocks. They enjoyed pissing in my gaped hole too. Nothing I could do. I was all tied up with nowhere to go.

Eventually my little humiliation photo shoot ended, and I got my dough and fled to the nearest dealer.

Castration Phone Sex With Dr. Swift

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Castration phone sex is one of those things a select group of people talk about. I never imagined that a doctor would have a thriving business cutting off balls, until my friend Emma told me that she worked in a private surgeon’s office that did at least twenty castrations a week. I couldn’t help but wonder and she told me that there were the men who had to get it done as a condition of release from prison and then there were the ones who got it to adhere to a program where they were being controlled. Whenever Dr. Swift saw a patient with a signed contract of consent, he knew there was a woman in charge who sent him there. The directions were always the same. The family jewels were to be sent back to the woman in charge with a note saying, “property of” and her name. It was a way to drive the point home that from this day his name would die, along with any control over his life and cock. Dr. Swift got a special thrill out of the act. After every surgery, she had her eunuch personal assistant come to her office and get on his knees in front of her with his pants down to show his ball-less cock, as he ate her very wet pussy. Being able to cut away the ability of men to get a woman pregnant got her so excited that she had to masturbate and ordered her assistant to as well. When she was near orgasm he was to repeat the words, ” Your fertile pussy is going to cum”, over and over, as she came all over his tongue. Her assistant would then stand up with his pants still down and his eyes fixed on the floor. He was not allowed to move until she told him to. When she addressed him as half of a man, he was able to retreat to the back office. Dr. Swift would come in to find him wearing a paper gown and nothing else. She would strap him to a gynecological table with his feet in the stirrups and a vibrating probe in his ass. His face was always red with embarrassment and she loved that, since he wasn’t allowed to shoot as he stroked before. If he had any balls they would be full and heavy. This time, he wouldn’t be able to stroke or control the useless spunk when it spurted from his fuck pole. She left him and closed the door. It was time to get a fresh scalpel and get to work. The eunuch would be waiting after she was done.

Bloody Phone Sex Exacts Revenge for Women and Girls Scorned

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex paints a vivid picture for you of what it might be like to hang with me. Mayhem often ensues wherever I go. But I would not want it any other way. Killing fills me with joy. I am not a altruistic person. But I do see killing as for the greater good. Usually, my victims have many folks who would cheer on their death.

However, as much as I enjoy ridding the world of tools and jackasses, I enjoy torturing them almost as much. If you neuter a man, you still make the world a better place, especially for women and brats. Plus, you leave the tool or the jackass alive to know his actions took his balls. And he must live with the knowledge that he will never fuck a woman or jack off ever again.

Torture sex still creates a euphoric feeling in me while making the world a better place. Sometimes, I let a young apprentice help me in neutering a man. This girl I know because she lives in the neighborhood recently survived a brutal attack. Although I do not like brats, this girl does not annoy me. In fact, I paid her to run errands and walk my pups for me over the summers when she’s off school. Not even two days after her attack, she showed up at my door covered in bruises. Her face looked like she fought Mike Tyson back in the day.

I Love It When I Can See Potential in a Young Girl

She got right to the point. When she broke her piggy bank, I knew she wanted my help with revenge. Apparently, she has heard some whispering about me. Always some truth in rumors. I found her assailant easier because she never told a sole that her attacker was her mom’ dead beat boyfriend.  She wanted revenge her own way. A little vigilante. Just like me. Well, her attacker will never attack her again. Or anyone because he got free and brutal castration phone sex. Happy to do it too.

I made it bloody and painful. No cauterizing his wound. That little girl delivered the final swipe that sent his useless balls flying across the room. He will never say a word either. If he did, it would come out what he did to that girl. Her mother is next on my list because she let it happen. The girl will live with me now. She has such potential to be a wicked butcher like me. Under my tutelage I can make her a sadistic killer like me. And the world needs more of us. We serve as population control.

When you become a voodoo doll for dicks…

Snuff Phone Sex

I was asked if I wanted to be “used like a cum rag” and “fucked till I wanted to die”. I was all for it in the beginning. Because they never mentioned that I would be a ritual sacrifice to their dark lord of sex. But, usually that’s the part they always omit.

It was a pleasant night out. We were out at this wooded area in the forest with a slab just sitting in the open. From what I could see, there were at least 10 guys standing there. Looking at me like I was the most delicious morsel of steak they had ever seen. I did look hot in the sheer white dress I was wearing when walking in. Showing off my nipples and tits really nicely.

Mr Leader Man was the one that got me undressed, and had all of his followers just come up and touch my body. Tweaking my nipples, playing with my pussy, kissing my mouth. They all just start bringing me to the slab, getting me strapped down as they gave me this weird tasting stuff to take. They just continue touching me, inserting their fingers in all my fuck holes, and I can feel my pleasure just mounting.

And then, I felt something coming up for my eye. Slowly, I open my eyes at that moment and see one of the guys just hovering over my face with what looked like a dick with spikes. I didn’t have time to react before he buried it into my eye socket, creating another hole for him to fuck immediately. I felt the immediate pop of my eyeball, and the oozing of blood and fluids dripping down my face.

Now, I would say this should have killed me. But, it did not. In fact, I felt everything. Because the drugs they gave me were meant for one thing. To keep me alive. So that way, they can make as many holes as they wanted, as they were now making me into sexual Voodoo doll. And I would endure every pain they inflicted.

As more and more of them started to create holes, the more pain I endured. I screamed, begged, pleaded for it to not exist anymore. But they just kept fucking me. One of them even joked about “Jesusing me” by puncturing a hole in my hand, and using that as a personal masturbatory fuck toy.

It got to the point I was a Crispy Cream by how many loads I took in all my normal holes, and holes created. I, however, no longer had a mind. It broke long before they were done. I just let everything happen and embraced the pain, and had the most orgasmic experience of my life.

 

Cora’s Creepy Crave: A Taboo Treat

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Let’s talk about that one time—a real kicker. I was young, impressionable, and horny as hell. Enter: the neighborhood creep. He snuck into my bedroom, his eyes gleaming with lust. I was terrified, but something felt exciting, too. He took advantage, his rough hands all over me. I was trapped, but a part of me loved it. His cock was huge, and he forced it down my throat. I choked and gagged, the tears streaming. 

But then, the real fun began. He tore my clothes off, revealing my tiny frame. The vulnerability—a rush! He pounded my innocent pussy, his hips a blur. I couldn’t breathe, let alone resist. His cock consumed me. The pain mingled with pleasure, a heady cocktail. I felt dirty, used—a true slut in the making. He finished the job, his seed spilling inside me. I felt it, warm and sticky. A trophy! That experience—it warped me. Left a lasting impression. I craved that sinister touch, that forbidden fruit. 

Don’t judge, perverts. We all have our secrets. Cora’s just a bit more twisted. 

Hush now, the memories are making me wet. 

Cora out! 👋🏻😈

Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream

Home invasion phone sex Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream!  I am on the hunt. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that courses through my veins, it’s all part of the experience. I’ve been watching this house for days, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, I can feel it in my bones, tonight is the night.

The slut inside is oblivious to my presence, too absorbed in her own world to notice the predator lurking outside. I can see them through the window, moving around the kitchen, completely at ease. But I know their routine, I’ve studied it meticulously. I know that soon, they will make their way upstairs, too distracted to remember to lock the backdoor. And that’s when we’ll make a  move.

Slip inside, my footsteps silent on the cool tile floor. I move quickly, making my way towards the bathroom. I can hear the sound of water running, and I know she’s in there, getting ready for bed. I imagine her, naked and vulnerable, completely unaware of the danger that lurks outside the shower door. I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought.

I can see the shock in her eyes as she realizes she’s not alone. But it’s too late for her to run, I’m already on her. I push her down into the water, feeling the heat of it against my skin. She struggles, but I’m stronger, and I quickly overpower her. I can feel her fear, it’s palpable, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal. 

I force her head under the water, holding her there until she starts to struggle less. And then, when I know she’s on the verge of passing out, I let her up. She gasps for air, her chest heaving with the effort. And that’s when you make your move. Push your cock  inside her, make her scream. It took a lot of work to pick out the perfect little slut to play with, so I want you to show your gratitude by fucking every hole that slut has. 

Push deeper down her throat, feeling her lips wrap around your cock. Feel her tears, her saliva, and of course, it only serves to make you harder. Fuck her mouth until you are about to bust, but let me swallow the load. We don’t want to leave any evidence on the body. That bitch is going to enough Torture sex to taste the sweet relief of death. 

 

One of the Hottest Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Snuff Slut Rena

rape phone sex fantasiesI couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement course through my veins with this one of the latest rape phone sex fantasies. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear. You, my beautiful snuff princess, were waiting for me on the bed, your body glistening with sweat and eagerness. Your eyes met mine, filled with lust and submission as you pouted your perfect lips, inviting me closer.

I’m all yours, big guy. Do with me what you will.  You couldn’t resist any longer. You climbed onto the bed, your massive cock already hard as a rock as you positioned yourself  between my legs. You spread them wide, and I was welcoming you  into my warmth. You began by teasing me, licking and nibbling your  way up my thighs, taking in the sweet scent of my misty arousal. I moaned softly, begging for more as I finally reached my destination.

With one swift thrust, you buried your cock deep inside me, feeling you tighten around me like a glove. You were mine, and I was going to take full advantage of that. You started pounding into me, my hips slapping against your ass cheeks as I took control of our encounter. You arched your back, meeting each stroke with a moan of pleasure.

Yes, lover! Fuck me hard! I’m yours to use!

As I felt the heat building up inside me, I knew it was time to take our game to the next level. I pulled out of you, leaving you gasping for more, and moved to your mouth. You eagerly took my cock into your mouth, sucking and licking it like a good little slut. I could feel your warm tongue dancing around the head, sending shivers down my spine.

He grabbed my hair gently, guiding my head as he began to fuck my face. He took every inch of me, my throat working overtime as you deepthroated me. I could feel my climax approaching, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it.

You’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?

 You nodded eagerly, your eyes filled with trust and submission. I pulled out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. Then, I positioned my cock at your open mouth once again. This time, however, there was a difference. I was going to fill your pretty little mouth with my hot, thick cum.

Here it comes, baby. Swallow it all.

A Gangbang Rape Porn Star Helps You Find Young Talent

gangbang rape pornIt takes a gangbang rape porn star to spot the potential in another one. My former master hired me to find him a new starlet over the weekend. And I did just that too. My eye for talent might be one of the best. Takes one to know one. I know what it takes to be able to handle all those cocks at once. Plus, I know how to help you break a bitch. When I started to earn my freedom from my master, I helped him break in each one I brought him.

When I met him, my father had broken me in years before. Back then I was only submissive. If you told me that one day, I would be scouting talent for perverts like my ex-master, I would have told you that you were crazy. A submissive whore cannot pick out her replacement or help you break her replacement in. Now, I not only earned my freedom, but I created a great criminal enterprise that helps men like you find young talent to destroy.

I Earned My Freedom One Whore at a Time, So I Know How to Break a Bitch In

Finding the brat for my former master’s next teen rape porn might have been the easiest part. I picked a feisty one.  She did not break easily. Even when I told her that her new owner kills bitches who say no or fight him. I learned to keep my head low with him. And I always did what he told me. I thought this little teen slut might break immediately. She seemed so scared at first. But then she turned into a mouthy demon seed. If she would not comply, I might die with her.

So, I broke her psychologically. It did take some creativity on my part, but eventually I made her see that I was a victim too. And that I had firsthand knowledge of his cruelty and depravity. When my client wanted to take her tight fuck holes for a spin, I almost had a panic attack. I did not feel confident she would heed my warnings. But she did. No sass or disobedience to my former master. Thank goodness too. It is dangerous business to work with men like him. One wrong move or mishap, and I would have been a snuff porn star with that teen whore.

Ass Rape Porn Star for Halloween and Every Day

ass rape pornThis Halloween I am going as an ass rape porn star. Oh, wait that’s not very original. I am a hardcore anal whore every day of the year. Holidays require more coke. Halloween does not stress me out like the big holidays, but I still need coke to deal with all the bitchy soccer moms who come to my house with their brats. Coke makes everything better. However, I needed more than Marcus had. He tells me I could out snort Pablo Escobar. Been doing coke since a teenager thanks to my mother.

So, I had to look for alternative dealers. I keep a list. And I have them in order of who will do the least amount of damage to me.  And the top three never returned my texts which means they didn’t have product, or they did not want to trade me for it. However, the fourth one on the list is this lesbian dealer. She can be cool. But sometimes, she can be brutal. I think it depends on the time of the month. I could star in a snuff porn with her, or just get my ass abused for hours. She has a ass fetish.

I Have Had All Sorts of Things Inserted in My Ass in Exchange for Coke

She agreed to help me. But for a price of course. I had to let her violate my ass. Not the first time. I’ve made some hardcore lesbian anal porn with her in the past for coke. One was a cheerleader hazing themed porn that went over big with her streaming audience. This time, less people were involved, but more brutal. She wanted a medical fetish themed porn. I have had speculums in my cunt. But my ass? I think that might have been a first. She lubed the speculum up with icy hot. Then she panned to a close up of my face to see the tears. That shit burns like hell.

While she gaped my asshole, she put all sorts of things in my gapped asshole. And things that should not be in an ass like knives. She told me to be still because one little jump and she might stab my asshole. Yeah, that scared me. My ass has seen a lot of violence, but a knife in it is not something I have experienced. Clearly, she likes medical fetish phone sex fun. But she tortured my ass for hours And I did get some nicks to my prolapse. But I got enough coke to dull it all. Thank goodness. But I did move her further down the list of surrogate drug dealers.

Accomplice Phone Sex Feels More Satisfying if a Man Force Fucks the Brat First

accomplice phone sexTis the season for accomplice phone sex. More fun to kill together, don’t you think. A caller asked me why I mainly kill and torture men. Easy. Better access. Sure, I can kidnap and kill a brat. I have before. But when I cannot really use her little fuck holes properly, some of the fun dissipates for me. However, if I have someone who can take care of the sexual abuse of the little twat, leaving me with the torture, I enjoy it a lot more.

When I met Ryan at my Goth bar, I did not think anything would come of it. For once, a Goth man hit on me instead of some loser banker type out of his league. We drank some illegal absinthe the bartender brought back from Germany. Strong stuff. The kind of potent liquor that makes folks say what exactly is on their minds.

No amount of alcohol makes me spill my guts though. But when he started talking about his rape phone sex fantasies for a little brat, my mind swirled. I could not tell him anything about my past misdeeds and plant the seed in his head about future misdeeds together. And the convo went as I had hoped. We hoped in the car and drove around looking for some brat to fuck and torture.

If a Male Accomplice Can Force Fuck a Little Twat, I Can Torture Her

A last minute plan worked out beautifully because we found a little girl walking in her Halloween costume. Maybe to a party, or home from one. Did not matter, I scooped her up, tossed her in the trunk and we went to his place. Did not know this man well enough to let him into my dungeon. But in his house, not a problem.

I told him to fuck that little brat in all her tiny pink fuck holes. She cried and screamed like that was the worst thing to ever happen to her. And I suppose it was until I started with the torture sex. He did a good job splitting her holes wide open. A huge gap between her pussy and ass looked like one big hole. I could put my fist in it and use her as a hand puppet. And I did for shits and giggles.

Then I sliced her throat open and watched her bleed out. Wow. It turned into a much more satisfying kill when I had a male accomplice to fuck her holes properly. Who knows. Maybe you will be my next accomplice. Hope the sight of blood does not make you queasy. I like to make a mess.