Category: Violent phone sex

Prostitution For Daddy!

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Tonight daddy told me to get dressed up really slutty so I could make him some extra money! I woke up to a gift from daddy and brother, a little pink lingerie set with a pretty bow on the back, it was prettier than any of my other clothes so I was excited to wear it. Little did I know that daddy had a plan to rent out my little pussy for some drugs and extra cash. Daddy tied me to the bed and gave me two molly pills so I got really wet and horny for any cock in my cunt. Two guys entered my room together with their dicks so hard, I loved the way they fucked me, they took turns stuffing my holes and making me cum on their dicks. I had a cunny full of cum within a few hours and all I could think of was taking more cock in my holes all night long.

hold me captive for torture sex

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I have a sex dream about a stalker holding me captive and making me his torture sex slave. I always wake up in a pool of cum, all drenched. I don’t know how I get so wet, but I am soaked and probably knee-deep into five to ten orgasms. I swear  I squirt, too it is insane how much I am aroused when I have this dream.

Many might categorize this as a nightmare, but I think about it as the best fuck ever. I am wearing black lingerie in the dream, and I have a master exposing me and live streaming me so all my friends and family can see what’s going on and make sure I am told.

I have to let him piss on me and hold me captive and use me in every way possible. I am ordered around, whipped, and fucked mercilessly. It is one hot nightmare if you ask me.

I Want o Be Your Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

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I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. In the world of submissive slaves, I paid my dues. I worked myself up the food chain and have earned the right to help you kill and torture little sluts. Some guys even hire me to procure them a tender age slut. As a woman, I can lure a girl to her demise much more easily than a man. Girls lack the same stranger danger feel for women that they do for men. I am here helping men fuck little girls because of that. Over the weekend, I helped Stan. As a slave, I watched masters, even my own father, trap young girls and do very bad things to them. I know what I am doing. For almost 20 years, I sat back, watched, and learned. Now, I am in the driver’s seat. I brought Stan, Ashley. She was this cute little raven-haired beauty queen. She resembled his niece who has been cock teasing him since she was in diapers. He likes to watch the little Miss Sunshine girls. He books hotel rooms where little beauty pageants occur and watches the little contestants strut their stuff. I made his dark fantasy of exploring rape phone sex fantasies with one cum true. I posed as a pageant parent, kidnapped one and brought her back to this seedy by the hour motel where Stan was waiting. His dick was already hard from the anticipation. I had her drugged and dressed in her gown and a tiara on her head. She was a cutie. He was balls deep in her virginal cunnie when she woke up crying. I gave her a hot shot and she passed out again. Turns out I overdosed her. I am still learning my drug dosages. He got to fuck his beauty queen and explore his more morbid sex with dead bodies fantasies, and I got paid. I ditched her lifeless body in a field 100 miles away from the crime scene. Her body likely will never be found and if it is, her death will be penned on some P man on the registry. I am a great accomplice.

Snuff Porn Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sundays are a thing with my stepson and me. My husband is watching sports all day and I go visit his boy. My husband thinks my relationship with his son is maternal. It is nothing of the sort. I go to visit him so I can get some free coke. Well, I guess it is not really free because I have to work for it. And his relationship to me is out of necessity. He needs me. I am his cash cow. I am his 911 call because if he needs money, I can help him make it. He needed money. I needed coke. We helped each other out early this morning. When I arrived, I knew the drill. I knew I would have to subject myself to his violence. Today was a bit different. He had another woman tied to a chair waiting for me. I was not sure what was going to happen, but I was nervous. Since she was tied to the chair, my guess was she was not there to hurt me. He was going to abuse two hot milfs at once. He started on her, and what he did made me nauseated. He burned her flesh. First, with cigarettes. Then with a hot poker from the fire place. The Bitcoin sounds were going crazy. He was making bank. What was he going to do to me? Her flesh was peeling off her body. He was going to kill her. He has never killed a woman before.  At least not to my knowledge. Then suddenly, he untied me and told me to pick up a poker. It was not a choice. I could tell if I was not his accomplice phone sex partner, I would be tortured to death too. The Bitcoins were on fire and so was this woman. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach over what I did. My stepson is a murderer and I helped him. But I survived and I got coke.

Cheating lover dick chopping

castration phone sexMy boyfriends been fucking around on me with some young whore. I’m so pissed, but I have a plan. A Lorena Bobbitt type of plan. But this mother fucker wont be getting his dick reattached! And he won’t be asleep in bed when I hack it off with a butcher knife. I’m going to invite his little lover over and make her watch as I cut his cock right the fuck off. He walked in today with her sitting in the kitchen as I was sharpening my knife set. He thinks I don’t know that my niece and him are screwing behind my back! The stupid fuck didn’t even see the new hamburger grinder on the counter. I saw him ask why she was here and start acting strange. I’m going to act like I have a headache and go to bed and wait for him to sneak out into the teen whores room! Once full inside of her I’m going to sneak up behind him and chop his cock off while still in her little tight teen pussy! I will grind it up and force my niece to eat her sister’s boyfriend’s cock!

My Happy House Of Horrors

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Yesterday one of my demented accomplices asked me how I came into possession of my Gothic house of sexual horrors and depravity.  He had a wild look on his face as his eyes darted about, taking in the terrifying tableaux of demonic dolls and creepy crawlies that were seemingly seeping out of the woodwork.  The truth is this place is steeped in filth and my horde of possessed dollies are just a manifestation of all the foul events that have transpired here.

I was just a teenage runaway when I was deposited on the doorstep of this manor of murder, molestation and mayhem.  It was raining really hard and I had hitched a ride from some perv who said he’d take me anywhere I wanted for a little pussy.  It just so happens that my pussy is the littlest cunt around.  He had his way with me and I told him that I just wanted to go someplace dry so he brought me here, said it stays abandoned because anyone who lives in it ends up dead.  I told him “We all end up dead.” and walked inside to dry all of the rain and cum off of me.

Obviously, the house didn’t kill me.  The house loves me, loves who I am, I can feel it.  I turned out to be the perfect bait for it to trap all of the unsuspecting suckers it needs to survive.  I feed it and it keeps me safe.  People are afraid of this place and all of the tortured souls inside.  But the ghosts here don’t scare me, I scare them.

 

Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex calls get me wet. I hate to be aroused by such dark fantasies, but I am. The reoccurring one is that I am a single mother asleep at night and an intruder forces my sons to fuck me while he watches at gun point. Sick, I know. Like, what kind of mother does that make me. It makes me a coked up mommy whore. I told this guy I get high with my fantasy. We were both fucked up and telling tales. I did not for a moment think he would take what I said literally and try to do something about it. Hell, I did not think he would even remember. Last night, I was asleep in my bed. I was home alone though because my sons and my husband are on a ski trip. The boys are out of school all week because of the below zero temperatures, so my husband thought it would be a great time to take advantage of the nearby slopes. I do not ski. Me and cold weather do not get along at all. I heard a noise and thought maybe they came home early. I went into to living room expecting to see my husband, but I saw Mike the junkie I got high with the other day. He was not alone. He brought several men and they jumped me as soon as I made eye contact with them. They ripped my clothes off and burned them. Luckily, they did not catch the house on fire. They called me a fire crotch because of my flaming red hair even though I have a bald pussy. It was a gangbang rape porn. My sons were not there, but all these other dudes were calling me mommy. It was violent and brutal. One guy pulled my arm so hard he dislocated my shoulder. I was battered, bruised and bloodied by the time they left. Let this be a warning. Do not tell a junkie your fantasy. 

Born a Snuff Porn Slave

snuff pornI am built for snuff porn. My dad used to tell me I was built for fucking. I think he envisioned me as a grown woman when I was just a schoolgirl to justify the horrible things his friends and him would do to me. I had an awful experience growing up. My youth was riddled with abuse. I ran away as a young teen girl. I do not know if my father or mother are still alive. Hell, I might have siblings. My friends have told me to do the 23 and Me DNA testing thing to see if I have any relatives. I have considered it, but I am afraid my father is still out there. I know he would be so angry. He might even kill me. I was his cash cow as a teen girl and his get out of jail free card. He would offer my holes up to his poker buddies every time he lost. I was offered up to cops to turn the other way too when he did something illegal too. No one ever turned down jail bait pussy. If the Internet was as big as it is now, I have no doubt my father would have pimped me out online too. When I finally had the guts to run away, I ran fast and far to make sure he would never find me again. He haunts my dreams. I wake up in a hot sweat many nights a week afraid I will see him standing over my bed with his cock out ready to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me again. Men think they can treat me as their snuff doll and break me. Like I am afraid of anything they can bring. No one was worse than my father. He broke me years ago. I guess because he still haunts me, and I fear him finding me, I am still his slave. 

Evil Phone Sex with My Stepson, His Friends and Their Hairy Beasts

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My stepson makes my evil phone sex callers look like choir girls. Seriously, though he is sick mother fucker. I only see his Dr. Jekyll side. My husband only sees Mr. Hyde. I tried to tell my husband once about his son’s truly evil ways, but he did not want to hear or believe anything I was saying. I have learned to shut my mouth and let my stepson use me whenever he wants. Not like I have a choice. What my stepson wants, he gets. I was asleep in bed last night, next to his father, when his text woke me up. It was a 911 text and that is never good. Not for me at least. I snuck out of the house and went to his place. He was not alone. He had friends over. Male friends and 4-legged friends. I had a pit in my stomach. I am not a furry friend lover, and he knows that. These men came armed with hairy beasts with red rockets. Those beasts looked like they could tear me in two. I saw the camera. He was going to make a gangbang rape porn with me as the star. The costars would be man and beasts. I begged for some coke first. At least he had the decency to do that before masters and beasts mounted me. I tried to act like I enjoyed it for his viewers, but they liked it better when I did not enjoy it. I thought about something else as best as I could. I had man and beast nutting inside my fuck holes and drooling down my back. I felt so violated and dirty. The bit coins were popping though, which made my stepson happy. Masters and their best furry friends gang banged me, making him more than enough money to cover his gambling debts. He will never stop gambling because he has an instant taboo phone sex cash cow to cover his debts and save his life.