Bondage phone sex sounds tame right? Normally, when I am in a bondage club or letting a dude tie me up, its not that bad. Maybe the worst thing that happens is I get rope burns or someone pisses on me. Bondage will never be the same for me again after my encounter last week. I answered an ad in the local rag magazine for a bondage model. Honestly, I got in over my head. I needed the money offered to score some coke. I thought it was easy gig. My need for coke has led me down some rocky roads. I never make wise choices when I need coke. One of these days it might get me killed. It almost got me killed this week. This guy was not looking for a bondage model. He was looking for a stupid whore he could anally mutilate while tied up and I walked right into his arms. While I was bound and gagged, he was interested in giving me a severe anal prolapse. Do you know that is? It is when your asshole has been fucked so hard or tortured so badly, that your entire asshole hangs out looking like a deformed or macabre rose bud. He said he needed money and guys pay a lot of money for extreme ass rape porn. The kind of anal porn that permanently damages assholes. It was not just us. He had like a dozen hung black men who were instructed to fuck me raw. I had a couple in my ass at once which felt like I was giving birth out my ass. To make things even more painful, someone squirted Ben Gay like it was lube in my asshole. I felt like I was on fire. They fisted my asshole, double and triple penetrated me too. Four days later, I still cannot shit or sit. But guess what? I got my coke and that is the best way to heal.
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Bondage Phone Sex Can Be Dangerous
Snuff Porn on National Wildlife Day
No better way to celebrate National Wildlife Day than with snuff porn. I have a special affinity with wildlife, especially wolves and coyotes. They get rid of the evidence for me. I inherited my grandpa’s property when he died. He made me the sole heir to all his items. He ran a private prison in the 50s, 60s and 70s. It eventually got shut down when it was discovered that he was getting kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies to test new drugs on prisoners. He hid most of the money, so when the Feds seized his assets, there were no assets to seize. Grandpa was always a few steps ahead of life. I inherited that quality from him. My kill shack in the woods is off the grid. It is like something out of an Evil Dead movie. It was my grandpa who taught me how to make snuff porn and get rid of the evidence. I guess you could consider my grandpa and me serial killers. But we do not have a set MO. Bundy’s victims were all women with dark hair. He desecrated the bodies after he sexually assaulted them. He left DNA but the technology was not around to catch him back then.
I have no MO. And I leave NO evidence. No bodies decaying in the woods. Nothing left to even get DNA. I do not bury the bodies. I feed the remains to the wildlife. Coyotes and wolves have my back. Just last night I killed a sweet young doe. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A naturally bald cunt and no tits yet. I snatched her in plain site because no one was paying attention. I had a client who wanted to fuck a sweet young thing. He paid me to do the dirty work. I kidnapped the girl and got rid of the evidence for him. After he defiled her tender little body with his big cock, I killed her. Used her little body to make a snuff porn. Guys love watching little ones assaulted and abused by grown men. This little girl was destroyed. I chopped her up into pieces and fed her to my local wildlife as a celebration of National Wildlife Day. Coyotes tore apart what was left of her little body. I watched a happy coyote with a little femur in his mouth look so happy for a fresh meal. Let me do your dirty work! Me and my furry accomplices will get rid of the evidence.
Make Me Your Accomplice Or Victim Tonight?
Ready for some fun tonight? Let’s play. Together we can have the hottest sickest role play fantasy we can think of. Dig deep. Deep into your depraved brain and tell me what you desire. I want to be evil and sick, perverted and bad. I will take whatever fantasy you have and make it our own. Let me spin it in ways you never thought would exist. I love torture and I love blood and I mostly want to inflict pain and suffering for our entertainment. Let’s rip their tight little cunts and puckered assholes for our enjoyment. Using their bodies as a toy. I have an entire bag of fun too. Dildos, handcuffs, nipple clamps and lots of super sharp metal instruments. Let’s make them hurt and beg for us to stop. Of course, maybe you really want me to be the receiver of your pain. Either way my pussy is wet thinking about the hot fun we will have. So, sit, think and don’t be shy. Call me and tell me all the deep dark fetishes you might have. I will be waiting to be your accomplice of victim; the choice is yours.
Kidnapping Phone Sex Gets Real
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies get me wet. I love being vulnerable and frightened. I do a lot of kidnapping fantasies with my callers, but sometimes my life is like a call. It has been beautiful weather lately. Unseasonably cooler in the 70s, which means I can take walks and jog and not sweat to death outside. One night last week, I went for a late night jog. I need to keep my body looking fine. I passed a car with its flashers on and a pregnant woman standing on side of the road looking stressed. I figured she had a flat tire. I stopped to help her, but some one came out of the car, hit me in the head and kidnapped me. I was catfished. I was knocked out until I woke up in dungeon, chained to a wall. I was not the only woman there. Many women were naked and chained in this dungeon from hell with me. This was like straight out of one of my killer phone sex scenarios with a client. It did not take me long to realize I was about to be trafficked. The couple that set me up sell human flesh on the black market. They sell women as breeding whores to couples who cannot conceive on their own. They sell women to men who want private sex slaves to abuse. They even sell women to be slaughtered like something out of a Hostel movie. That was what I feared for me. I can still get pregnant, but I am not shiny and new like some of the much younger women who were chained with me. Men came in and looked at us like meat. They would prod our bodies, explore our cunts and asses, and even test the merchandise. One guy bought me like he was picking out a side of beef to eat that night. I am now in his dungeon being used every hour as a sex slave and punching bag. I liked my fantasy life better. But I am sure like my new owner, you would love a real slave instead of just a phone slave.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for a Red Headed MILF
Rape phone sex fantasies are on the minds of most men. I always seem to meet men who want nothing more than to force fuck a red headed milf. At the top of that list is my stepson. It is a long weekend and that never goes well for me when he is around. He wants me dead. One of these days, he will succeed in killing me. Some days, I wish he would just kill me and be done with me. He has decided though that I am worth more alive than dead to him. He can have parties and charge guys to fuck me. He can stream our sessions together and do very bad and painful things to my body. This weekend he got the festivities off to a bang with an orgy. Less of an orgy and more of a gang bang. Brutal ass rape porn for me. Profit and laughs for my stepson. He charged the guys $100 a pop to do whatever they wanted. Luckily, he let me get high first. I was snorting lines of coke with my ass up in the air as his clients took turns on me. Was not the way I wanted to spend a Friday night. Well, the high part yes. The cock after cock in my ass while men choked me and beat me, not so much. My stepson uses me as his cash cow. He is a freeloader. Lazy son of a bitch who would prefer to pimp me out for cash than to get a real job. He had a lot of men eager to fuck a read headed milf last night. He was basking in the joy of profiting off my tiny fuck holes. Guys passed me around like candy. They also made sure they got their money’s worth by fucking every hole I have in my body. I have two more nights of being his gangbang rape porn star. Maybe I do wish he would kill me.
Snuff Whore Takes A Captive
You were bound tightly with duct tape as you bounced around the trunk of my car. I didn’t have much a mind to let you out. We were almost back to my place, and my pussy was soaked. When I saw you at the Farmer’s market, I knew I had to have you for myself. Your little girlfriend was cute, but her body will happily feed the catfish at the bottom of the bayou. I slit her throat while she watched be bind you up for transport. Once I got you home, I rolled you down to my basement, and followed you down. Every click of my heels on the floor was driving you insane, wasn’t it? I had you suspended in no time, and proceeded to pull out your big cock. Only, it wasn’t a big cock. it was a pathetic little shrimp. I’d been duped! In anger, I grabbed my blowtorch, and started raising up pretty designs all over his skin.
Captain Indi Fed Him To The Sharks

I love getting a little wild in my snuff fantasies. Take, for example, the fact that I was recently a pirate Queen aboard my raider ship. We took captives, and I intended to sell those slaves all off to the highest bidder. I was even kind, and let them keep warm with the sheep all stowed down below in my leaky little hull. One of them got smart, so I hoisted the colors high and suspended him inverted like.
A tiny prick to his cheek with my dagger only smarted him, but it got his blood in the water. I knew my grey little brutes would come. Piece by piece I dismembered that man while I kept his bowels in his belly. I was getting so wet from the thrill of it all, I barely noticed my first mate’s hard cock brushing past me as he went to cut the bleeding man down into the water.
The sharks were snapping, and devoured him delightfully. I then called my first mate to my Captain’s quarters, and we made a hot fuck session all covered in that shark bait’s blood. I came harder than I had in a while. It got me thinking, I might slaughter them one by one until they learned to behave.
Naughty Necrophilia Phone Sex
I get it. Necrophilia phone sex isn’t for everyone and that’s cool, I guess. It’s so much fun and I’d just hate for you to miss out on something that could make you cum so freaking hard. I didn’t think I was going to like it the first time someone called me and told me that’s what their fantasy was. Honestly, I guess you could say that I was a little bit put off by it, but by the end of the call, I was really feeling it. I even realized that I had my hand between my legs and was rubbing my pussy.
I had the best orgasm that day and that started my journey into necrophilia fantasies. I love exploring them with my callers who are into it, and I love helping the ones who aren’t yet into it find their way. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck a cold dead body? There’s something to be said about having a partner who you don’t have to worry about pleasing. And you don’t have to listen to her complain about how long it takes you to make her cum. Dead girls don’t need orgasms.
Gangbang Rape Porn Surprise
I was not looking to be the star of a gangbang rape porn over the weekend, but it happened anyway. I am just a blonde bimbo and what I want never matters, right? What happened was that I was all dolled up to meet a sugar daddy. I stopped into the mall to get a new Fendi bag to match my outfit. I was aware of a creeper following me, but that happens all the time. I never paid him much concern until it was too late. As I was going to my car, he snuck up behind me and dragged me into the back of a pervert looking white van. There were several other men in the van too. As some dude drove off, his cohorts molested me in the back of the van. They groped my tits and fingered my pussy and ass roughly. I was scared. Not only was I concerned about screwing things up with my Sugar Daddy by standing him up, I thought I might die too. They pulled me out of the van screaming and kicking. They tossed me into a building that appeared to be under construction. I tried to run, but I did not get far before one of the guys grabbed me and tied me up like a piece of meat. They carried me into the building tied up and tossed me on the floor. They all started pulling my limbs in different directions. Slapping my face and punching my tits for shits and giggles. They kidnapped me to explore their rape phone sex fantasies for a blonde bimbo. They pulled me in multiple directions because they were so horny for me. They made a mess out of me. Beating me and fucking me for hours. I was exhausted and covered in cum. When they were done, they tossed me in the van and threw me out along the highway like trash. I still have bad road rash and sore fuck holes. And my sugar daddy moved on.
Your Street Slut
It’s really scary having to walk around at night alone especially when random men just grab you from behind and steal you away! I was pushed hard against a hot brick wall when I felt my skirt come down and a big cock shoved inside of me. I scream for help but nobody came as I was fucked hard all night long without anyone coming to save me. You didn’t think I wouldn’t scream did you, of course, I was going to scream! I scream so loud and you love the sound of me yelling as you shove that big dick down my throat after fucking me nice and hard. am I your sexy little slut now? A little sexy slut that you just found with your hard cock and now every time you see me outside you chase me down to make sure to remind me how much of a sexy little slut I am for you and how I belong to you














