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Snuff phone sex whore Stephanie

snuff phone sex

It’s time to turn these snuff phone sex fantasies into a reality!

I’m horny as fuck and ready to make a bitch suffer!

Let’s kick in a door and snuff out an entire family.

We can find a single mommy and her little brats and then have fun torturing and ending them.

I like my victims young but still old enough to be terrified of what I’m about to do.

Last time the mommy screamed and cried so hard.

It was pathetic and hilarious.

Her ex husband hired me to torture and get rid of her and their little fuck trophies.

She was sound asleep when I snatched her up by the hair.

I drug her out of the bed and down the stairs.

She was kicking and screaming the whole time so I had to kick her in the face a few times.

I dragged her into the kitchen where I made her pick a knife.

Then, I made her take me into her little brat’s bedroom so that we could pick which one we tortured first.

She tried to get away a few times and even tried to bargain with me.

Since she was taking her sweet ass time, I snatched the knife from her.

I quickly slit into the belly of her youngest brat and watched as her guts started to spill out.

That bitch screamed and cried while I pulled her little girls’ organs out.

 When I smeared her blood all over mommy’s face I thought she was going to pass out from screaming so hard.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and shoved her face down into that little one’s sliced open abdomen.

Forcing that mommy to eat her little girl alive was one of the hottest and most naughty things that I’ve done all week.

This was a very condensed version of a story so brutal and evil that I can only tell you about it on a call.

The details are vile and fucked up but if you’re anything like me, they’ll make your cock throb!

Accomplice play, destroying perfect little families

Accomplice phone sex

You’re a sick fuck always on the prowl for that picture perfect princess from a perfect family full of love. Your so full of rage and anger that even seeing them in public will send you into a full on fit. You hate anything happy and torture holds the key to your pleasure. I’ve become so used to it that I enjoy every minute. You had your eyes on a house, a mom and dad and their little ones. You had one thing in mind and that was to destroy and rip them apart, traumatizing them for the rest of their lives. That shit turns me the fuck on too boo and I’m here as your submissive slave to be your accomplice, ready to tie some bitches up for you. Your only hope is destruction and I’m forced to follow every rule. Willing to do anything you say so you can ravage me too.

Your an evil fuck addicted to blood soaked cum

You love your mommy’s so you chain her up. Forcing me to hold her down while you tie up daddy and gather the family. Demented and dark, you wanted to make sure the little one’s were gonna watch. A nasty bastard indeed as you rip her panties right off. She screaming and crying yelling “please no no” as you slap her silly. “Hold her harder and spit in her mouth cunt” you tell me. I pull her hair and fill her cheeks with drool as your balls deep, packing her insides. Oozing bloody cum running down her legs as she whimpers. Fearful eyes looking at her little ones. “Awww mommy, don’t worry, I’ll babysit”. I assure her. I’m a nasty submissive slave but also an incestual teacher.

Dark fantasy fucking fun

Bloody phone sex

Ravaging a pretty family has never been so fun without a sick fuck master like you. Fill this worthless mommy’s cunt up with your dirty jizz and make sure her little one’s get a taste. You grab a hold of her droopy lactating mommy tits, giving them a squeeze so you can sip her milk. Poor daddy has to watch, your an ass with that knife. You keep your little accomplice close while you finish this bloody family packed job. Nutting all over mom’s face after you’ve taken your rape fantasies out on her cut up gaping cunt.

I get moist listening to her offspring cry as I’ve got them chained up, forcing them to suck my tasty titty’s instead. Everyone get’s to watch master breed. I’m just your sick submissive tortured slave following your every command. Hoping you won’t destroy me again. I get off on the fear just like you..

Accomplice Phone Sex Turns Men into P Lovers Quickly

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex I find thrilling. Mainly because they focus on somebody else and not me. Of course, I help men, but I no longer take the brunt of the abuse. When I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time for my former master, I never thought I would end up as a professional accomplice. I told myself back then I just did it for my freedom. And this constituted a fight for survival. But honestly, I like it. Not sure if I always liked it. But at some point, I came to enjoy kidnapping young sweet girls for dirty men like you.

Friday night, I helped Charlie out. For decades, he fantasized about fucking some super young girl who would feel incredibly tight on his dick. However, Charlie lacked the balls to do it himself. And since he has the means to hire somebody, he hired me. And I understood the assignment. Bring him a cute young, untouched schoolgirl. And schoolgirls seem more challenging to lure away than teenage girls. But I can handle it. I possess many tricks in my bag.

If Charlie wanted to make a teen rape porn, I would find him the perfect star. One of my many skills involves patience. I can look around until I find the perfect specimen for my client and that’s what I did. For days I watched people at the park until yesterday, I finally found a young little blonde girl, cute too, playing by herself. Her handler seemed incredibly distracted by a cute boy. I needed to drug this one just because she might be too young to buy any of my bogus stories.

Being  The Accomplice is More Fun than Being the Victim

So, I used chloroform on her and stuffed her tiny body into my big stroller and walked right out of the park with her. Then I stuck her in my trunk and drove over to Charlie’s lake house. Nice home. Off-season though so I didn’t see too many people there. And that’s likely why Charlie picked this location. He seemed very happy with the little girl I kidnapped for him. I knew he wanted to fuck her. So, I ripped her clothes off and got behind the camera. And when I said action, Charlie pulled his cock out. And it looked ready for a tight hole.

She started to wake up, so I drugged her again. I couldn’t have her screaming bloody murder. Nor did I want her to identify us. We did not plan on killing this one. Just exploring Charlie’s rape phone sex fantasies with her tiny little body and her tight little holes. She never experienced a lucid moment during the fucking. Just a few intelligible words and some moans while my client rag doll fucked the little bitch. Clearly a virgin because she bled like a stuck pig.

My client didn’t last long. It took me longer to kidnap a girl than it did for him to fuck her. I disposed of her body somewhere she would be found. She won’t remember what we did to her. However, my client will never forget what he did to that little girl. I gave him a taste for what it feels like to be a real P man. And he loved it so much he wants to do it again next week. Well, I will help him if he pays me. I take anybody down that rabbit hole of sweet young pussy for the right price.

Gothic Phone Sex Will Rip You of Your Man Hood

I am Morticia, the Gothic phone sex sadist who thrives on stripping men of their fragile masculinity. Until nothing remains but whimpering, broken boys begging for my mercy.
My latest victim arrives trembling, already half-erect from the shame of what he craves. I force him to his knees and make him recite his inadequacies while I circle him like a vulture.
“Say it louder, worm. Tell me how small your pathetic cock is.
Admit no woman has ever come from it.” His voice cracks as he obeys. The worm is a loser and I laugh—cold, cruel, echoing through the candlelit chamber.
Next, I bind his wrists behind his back with black silk cords. And they are tight enough to bruise. Then yanking his pants down, I expose that laughable little thing.
The dark fantasies start when the blood begins to pour. 
Now my gloved hand wraps around it—not to pleasure, but to squeeze until he gasps.
“This? This is what you thought could satisfy anyone?” I mock, flicking the tip with a sharp nail. He winces; I smile wider.
Next I strap the thickest, blackest dildo to my hips—the one far larger than he could ever dream of being. First, I make him suck it, choking him until tears streak his face.
“Look at you, pretending to be a man while you gag on cock like the eager slut you truly are.” 
When he’s sufficiently humiliated, I bend him over the velvet chaise and take him. Starting slow at first, then merciless, pounding until he sobs.

Pathetic Men Surrender to Gothic Phone Sex Sadistic Morticia

He’s so pathetic his own useless erection leaks helplessly onto the floor. Then I ask if he thinks his balls are empty enough now? Before he can answer I squeeze them hard. “Oh, loser I think they are,” as I run my scalpel along his little dick to his ball sack. With a trickle of blood making its way out. 
Now I whisper how worthless he is, how every thrust reminds him he’ll never measure up. When he finally spills—pathetic spurts onto my boot—I make him lick it clean. With his tongue dragging across the leather while I stroke his hair like a pet.
I live for this destruction. Every man who kneels before me, if lucky to leave on his own, will forever be marked by me.
It’s the truth I carve into his soul: he was never man enough. And he will crawl back, aching for more emasculation, because nothing feels as intoxicating as my disdain
Gothic Phone Sex

Evil phone sex snuff princess

evil phone sex

My sick desires go much deeper than my evil phone sex calls.

I’m even more fucked up in real life!

Do you think the whores on these sites do this for fun?

You’ve stumbled into a treasure trove of brutal, blood thirsty bitches.

Guys always tell me how sweet and innocent I look.

That’s all part of the act.

You’d be surprised how twisted and depraved even the most average looking person can be.

What goes on behind closed doors will truly terrify you, unless you’re evil like me.

I’ve been an accomplice more times than I can try to count.

Raised by my Daddy and trained to be his obedient servant slut.

I have a strong stomach, a tight cunt and zero conscience.

Daddy says that’s what makes me the perfect assistant to help carry out his sick acts.

To tell the truth, everything about torture and snuff makes my pussy drip!

Daddy force fucks his victims and ripping and destroying their holes as much as he can.

Then I take over.

I don’t hesitate to grab Daddy’s knife and sink the blade into the chest of his victims while he pounds my cunt.

In fact, hearing our victims cry, scream and beg for their lives makes us both even more excited.

Being Daddy’s little clean up slut means more than just sucking blood and cum from his cock after a snuff session.

I’ve always been in charge of disposal too.

That’s the main reason why me and daddy rip, slice and hack them up into such little pieces.

We don’t play nice.

We destroy holes and take souls.

You can accept my help as your accomplice whore and find us something to play with.

 Or you’ll fall victim to my fucked up fantasies like so many other already have.

Knife Play Phone Sex is The Number One Way I Like to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I believe a knife requires more skill than a gun. Plus, a knife kills someone slower than a gun. With a knife wound, somebody bleeds out slowly and death is not instant like a bullet through the brain. Knives rule my world.

I took a girl under my wing. A few months ago, I worked with a guy who wanted her dead. But he turned out to be quite shady and when I found out that he wanted to kill me too, I made her my accomplice instead. And she helped me kill her own uncle. I made her my trainee. I saw a lot of me in her. So, I am teaching her about knives and turning her into a taboo phone sex princess.

Although I don’t enjoy the company of very many people, occasionally I meet a young girl with potential. And I foster that evil inside of her. Some girls exist to clean house like me. In a way I’m like Dexter. I kill with a purpose. And I rarely kill anybody who doesn’t deserve to die. Now my moral compass seems less rigid than the average person, I still primarily kill those who deserve to die.

A person can enjoy killing and adhere to a moral hierarchy for killing. Top of my killing list are predators. Men and women who prey on others. Perhaps they drug their drinks or try to force them into slavery. Maybe they just attack unaccompanied women. I’ve even killed a few people for just looking at me wrong because I could tell that they wanted to force themselves on me, but I stopped them before they could.

Sometimes, I Turn a Young Girl into My Trainee and Accomplice

Predators come in all shapes and sizes like my young accomplice’s uncle. He started fucking her as a schoolgirl and when she became a young teen girl, he feared she would tell somebody. Hence why he hired me to kill her. Normally, I don’t care why somebody wants another person dead. I take the money and I do the job. However, this fucking predator tried to make me his victim too because.

So, he needed to die. And I let her use one of my knives to do it for me. And I saw that expression in her eyes when that knife penetrated him in the gut, and he started to bleed out on the floor. She smiled. And she did not show any fear or hesitation. She liked killing him. And I suspect she long wanted him dead.

Now I’m teaching her my code. And I’m instilling in her a love of knives and sharp objects. She even picked out her next victim. The schoolboy bully who forces himself on other schoolgirls after he drugs them, and films himself fucking them.

That loser fits my moral code for murder. And together, we will set a trap for him and kill him on Friday night. She’s ready and eager. I love a young killer phone sex accomplice. In my life I’ve experienced a few girls just like her. The way I see it, I’m helping to shape the future teaching young girls that they can become a killer with a moral code just like me.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Come True with the Right Accomplice

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. Honestly, I don’t understand why men call for vanilla sex. Isn’t that why you get married? So, you can enjoy the boring shit with your wife and save the kinky stuff for women like me. Sometimes I do crave vanilla, romantic sex. Thus, the reason I’m cross listed on two of this company’s sites. I can be both wicked and sweet and innocent too.

But it makes sense for a woman like me to have a taboo side. I spent most of my youth servicing my drunk father and all his drunk poker buddies. My father did not allow me to attend high school. I think he feared I would run away or spill the beans on what really happened at home to a guidance counselor or teacher. And eventually I ran away from home, but I kept daddy’s secrets.

And now I help men like my father with their preferred dirty fantasies. When I first started this job, I told myself helping men with their rape phone sex fantasies would prevent them from acting on them. Gave them a creative outlet for those fantasies that would put men behind bars for acting out.

I Enjoy Helping Men Turn Their Dark Fantasies Into Realities

 But now I hope some men truly do naughty things to young girls. Despite my past, I grew up ok. Sure, I did not grow up vanilla, but I am an independent woman who can support herself and help others.

Men will always crave something young and tight. And some men will get it and for others it will remain fantasy. But as a seasoned whore and switch, I hope men act on their dark fantasies. In this world, I truly believe you must adopt a survival of the fittest mentality to survive. I survived my youth.

And now because of my experience, I am best accomplice phone sex partner. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. That makes me uniquely qualified to help men like you with your needs for something young and tight on your dick. Fantasy thoughts do not need to remain fantasy thoughts with me.

Mutilation phone sex loving slut

mutilation phone sex

Let’s celebrate Valentine’s day by cutting out a dumb slut’s heart on a hot, mutilation phone sex call.

We can crack her chest open and rip her organs out one by one, saving her heart for last.

I want it fresh and still faintly pulsing when I pluck it out and take a big bite of it.

You can pump your rock hard rod into my cunt while I chew it all up!

That’s what Daddy had me do and my pussy has never gushed more!

He picks me up when he needs an evil accomplice that won’t hesitate to get the job done.

The bitch was stretched out across his work bench and tied down tightly.

She was already so weak from the way Daddy had been abusing her for the last few days.

Her face was a bloody, swollen and bruised mess.

Big patches of her hair had been ripped out exposing her raw and bleeding scalp.

Her limbs were all snapped, twisted and mangled.

Just from looking at her, I could tell that he had ripped her open from cunt to asshole.

It made me feel special knowing that Daddy had held back from snuffing her out so that we could do it together.

I knew that making her scream and beg for her life would make his cock stiff.

Squeezing this bitch’s mutilated face, I forced her mouth open.

I slurped her bloody tongue into my mouth and bit down, sinking my teeth into it.

My teeth went through her tongue like a hot knife through butter and I bit it right off.

Chewing it up and spewing it across her face made Daddy excited.

While I used a rusty pair of pliers to pry her teeth out of her skull, Daddy drilled his cock into my wet, horny pussy.

She was already so weak and drained of blood that she couldn’t put up much of a fight.

After a few minutes she stopped screaming and got all limp.

That’s when I took Daddy’s saw to her chest.

It was messy and blood sprayed everywhere but we got her chest split open.

 I got to live out my lifelong dream of eating a human heart and Daddy got to watch me snuff out yet another bitch while he fucked me!

 

 

My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Vicious to Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on rape phone sex fantasies. As an evil bitch, I have them too. For women, but mostly for men. And my fantasies might not be typical. I don’t fantasize about hopping on a big dick and riding it until I orgasm. I own mechanical toys for that. My fantasies lean a tad darker.

The other night I made one of my dark fantasies come true. I fucked a predator in his ass with a strap on that I enhanced. And I bet you’re curious about what I did to that dildo aren’t you. I crushed fine glass with a rolling pin. I dipped the dildo in gorilla glue and then rolled it in the shards of glass that I made. Essentially, I turned my dildo into an ass shredder. And I made a guy my ass rape porn star.

Some Men Do Not Deserve

Although I never struggle to find assholes deserving of my anal shredding, I choose wisely. I’ve learned to fly under the radar for many years. I can sit back in any bar, watch and observe and men never notice me. Unless I want them to notice me. Usually, I hide in a dark corner where I can watch all the assholes attempting to pray on young girls by drugging their drinks. Some of these assholes do it just to get laid. Others possess more nefarious intentions.

For months, I’ve heard chatter about a tall, good-looking man, seducing young girls, drugging them, and selling them to the highest bidder online. He’s a sex trafficker. And that’s who I hunted this week. My many skills allowed me to track him and predict where he’d be. So, I enlisted the help of a young girl who fits his type. Through text messages and hand signals she followed my lead and switched the drinks. Dumb bastard didn’t see us coming. But that’s because he underestimates all women. And that’s a huge mistake.

When we got him back to my dungeon, I woke him up for the entertainment portion of the evening. We both wore that killer strap on I created and shredded his asshole a few times over. Turned his butthole into minced meat. He tried to deny the charges, but I’m also a skilled hacker and I found the site he uses to auction girls to the highest bidder. I traced it to him.

Some Men Deserve to Die for Their Crimes

 Not only did we shred his asshole, but we castrated him too. And he did not deserve clean castration. So, I used a rusty old sickle, cut them off and fed them to my dogs. The expression on his face while he watched my dogs eat his balls seemed worth it all.

We couldn’t let him live. So, we made him a snuff porn star. And we streamed it on the dark web so women could tell us what to do to him. We made the torture last for hours until he begged us to kill him. And we needed to kill him. A trafficker will not stop just because he lacks balls. This man didn’t fuck these girls. He sold them to people who would do far worse things to them. But not anymore. He died a fitting death. Tortured for hours by the very woman he tried to sell. Very fulfilling and altruistic kill.

Accomplice Phone Sex Layla Forced To Sleep with Her Captor

Accomplice Phone Sex

He likes to watch me when the red light on the console starts blinking. This Accomplice Phone Sex is the only currency I have left in this gilded cage, and God, I’ve become addicted to the power of my own voice echoing in his ears. He stands in the shadows, a silent predator, forcing me to use my mouth to ruin someone else while he waits to claim his reward.

 I can feel his eyes tracing the curve of my spine, his presence a heavy, suffocating heat that makes my skin crawl and tingle all at once. I’m his favorite weapon… a captured siren he keeps on a short leash just to see how many men I can bring to their knees before he brings me to mine.

“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver, my voice a low, honeyed ache. I make myself sound small, needy, and desperately slutty, just the way he taught me. I describe the way the silk feels against my skin, the way I’m touching myself because I’m so lonely, so bored, so bad. I’m an expert at the lies now.

 I feed the stranger on the other end every filthy detail he wants to hear, all while my captor inches closer, his hand finally resting on the back of my neck. His touch is cold, a stark contrast to the feverish words spilling out of my lips. I’m helping him hunt, luring the target into a daze of desire while he prepares the trap.

When the call finally ends, the silence in the room is deafening. I’ve been a good girl; I’ve played my part in his twisted game, and now the real price must be paid. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me away from the desk. He doesn’t have to. The way he looks at me tells me exactly how much he enjoyed watching me perform. 

I’ve become a creature of his making, a captive addicted to the very danger that keeps me here. He pushes me down, his weight a familiar, crushing force that I’ve learned to crave even as I fear it. I’m forced to give him everything… every breath, every moan, every shred of dignity I have left.

I play the role of the perfect, mindless slut, arching my back and begging for the very thing that breaks me. It’s a filthy, beautiful nightmare, and as he takes what he wants, I realize I don’t know where the victim ends and the games begin. I’m his, body and soul, trapped in a cycle of sin that I never want to escape.