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Entrapment A Snuff Porn

It was a really dreamy thing that become just another snuff porn. I was invited to a beautiful dinner by a surgeon. He was older and very handsome with strong hands. I loved having him as my Master when we played in the dungeon. He was really appealing to my submissive needs as a victim. He was such a perfectionist and fixated on aesthetics. His suggestion of me moving in as his Mistress was even more appealing and exciting. He set me up in a beautiful flat in London. I had never been overseas and had gone into it so wide eyed and dovish. Little did my naive little mind grasp that there was more than I was understanding. The scene in London is very dark and underground. My surgeon Master had a following and a specialty. He was the Butcher. I was just another dumb blonde American for his divine followers to enjoy. I was just fuckmeat that got tenderized and glazed before the destruction of all my holes. I was wooed into the darkest of situations and to be butchered and put back together like some kind of Frankenhooker was his ultimate pleasure. There was no future for me as I was just a sadistic phone sex victim.

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My Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Went Awry

killer phone sexAll of us have killer phone sex fantasies, even submissive whores like me. I have had enough of my abusive stepson. My husband won’t protect me from him because he doesn’t believe his own wife. My stepson has convinced him that I am a delusional, vengeful, druggy whore. He doesn’t believe me when I say his son beats me, fucks me and even pimps me out. I decided I would kill my stepson to solve my problem. I thought I could kill him. I wanted to kill him. Of course, it backfired. I baited him to come over one night. I made him a cake with rat poison inside. I thought he would eat it and die. I thought it would be simple. I should have known better. He is smarter than me. He knew I would never bake him a cake. He made me eat it. I got sick quickly. I puked withing minutes of eating a slice. He pushed my face in my own vomit while shoving his fist up my ass. He kept repeating how worthless I was and that a stupid cunt like me could never pull a fast one on him. He made it clear that I was still alive because of him. He only made me eat a slice of the poisoned cake to prove a point. He spent the rest of the night beating me and fucking my ass so hard, I wished I had eaten the entire cake.

Who Needs To Call the Pigs, Not Me

Gothic phone sex is what they deserved to be tortured with. I was here working, maybe around 1am when I heard some noises outside. I have a hearse parked in my driveway, it’s beautiful, my fucking pride and joy. I step outside with my big man eating beast and take a look. It didn’t take long to see five little fuckers hovered around my fucking baby. That fucking hearse is more than a car to me it’s my baby, and No One fucks with it. I grab my sawed off shotgun from behind the door and let Valor loose on them. I’m not letting these losers get away. I grab a little punk assed nigger bitch by her braids and kick her in the stomach making her keel over while I attend to her fucking ghetto monkey co-conspirators. One of these black boys start coming at me I knock him in the head with the butt of my rifle, he’s down for the moment. The other three Valor took a bite out of they were trying to limp away. No worries I get on my phone and text my gang that stays two houses down. Those bitches ain’t getting far. For now I have these two to have some fun with. I haul the bitch in by her braids and tell her to shut the fuck up, no one cares. I bash the butt of the gun in her whore mouth, breaking a few teeth. The nigger monkey teen was a little difficult so I just said fuck it bashed him real good in his skull, opened his trousers, oh look, it’s a big black cock. He won’t be needing this shit anymore, but I will. I grab my knife and cut it off. I leave him in the carport to bleed out, it’s ok it’s already covered in a plastic sheet. I go inside, take that severed penis and toss it to Valor for his treat. That nigger bitch, well, I will have some fun with her, and so will the guys in my gang.

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Willing Torture Victim

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Perhaps you’ve been with women in the past that you couldn’t be open with. Not everyone in the world can handle the intensity of extreme fantasy. I’d even say that we’re in the minority. The good news is that you’ve managed to find your way to the depraved vixen that your taboo dreams have been waiting for. Dark, bloody and fatal fantasies only serve to make me even wetter. You can feel free to let every guard down in your sexual world and invite me on in. I’ll exchange keys with you and allow you into my dark playground of the mind as well.
I can’t remember the very first time I talked to a man with murder phone sex fantasies but I can tell you that I never tire of it. So many sexual acts are so vanilla they can put you to sleep. You never have to worry about that from a wild kinky bitch like me. I’ll be your torture victim, the one that you’ve been waiting to get on your slab. You can take it as far as you want to. I’ll only take everything that you dish out and more. Come and possess me anytime.

Raised for Knife Play Phone Sex and Murder

knife play phone sexI was born for knife play phone sex. I have had a passion for knives since I was a young girl. My great grandpa taught me how to hunt when I was still a schoolgirl. He would tell me about different serial killers and teach me how to use a knife for a fair fight. I remember he told me anyone can win a gun fight but to win with a knife means you have skill not luck. Great grandpa had dark desires. He took me on a hunting trip with some of his cronies when I was a young schoolgirl. Girls my age were still playing with Barbies. I soon discovered we were not hunting animals, well at least not the 4-legged kind. Great granddad and his friends hunted criminals who got away with their crimes. The dregs of society, usually who could get away with murder because of their money. On this trip they were hunting a man who had murdered his wife and two young daughters, so he could marry his new young girlfriend. He was a wealthy white man who got off because he could afford the best legal team. When great grandad told me about this rich fuck, I wanted to kill him myself. I did too. It was my first kill. One of my great granddad’s group members tricked him into hiding out in the mountains to avoid the media sensation.  The men in the group told me I could kill him though. It was my initiation into this vigilante snuff porn group. I used my knife. I was not nervous or scared. I just lacked the precision and skill I now possess. I stabbed him violently in the chest until he was choking on his own blood. It was messy and quick. But, a girl never forgets her first kill. I have that knife in a glass box, along with a vile of my victim’s blood like Dexter. I don’t kill with such lofty purpose as my great grandpa did, but I did inherit his love for murder.

Kidnapping Phone Sex For Sadistic Urges

You need your kidnapping phone sex fix and why not use a worthless dumb bimbo babysitter as the bait to bring the tender little vittles to your den of doom? I’m such a naive little cunt that is too perfect looking and sweet that of course daddy’s will entrust me in their brat care. I’m as much a victim as they are as you will have your use of me as well and use me over and over again as the prey supplier. They made me suck off young cocks and eat little bald cuny’s. I had to fist their little holes while I was beng double penetrated by monster cocks ripping my holes open. Just like the little things were getting their holes ripped. Nothing but fuckmeat for sadistic big cocked men.

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I Get Wet For death

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Do you fantasize about putting your hands around my throat and squeezing until there is no life left in me? It sounds like you would be the perfect person to call me for killer phone sex. Just close your eyes and imagine how good it would feel to slide your rock hard cock inside me while your hands are around my neck. Does my pussy feel even more tight? Do you want me to struggle and try to get away from you? If it excites you, you know I will do it.
But honestly, if you want to know what turns me on the most, I don’t really want to struggle. I just know I would love the feeling of the life being drained from me. The thought of it just gets me so wet. I’ve had to stop to touch my pussy twice already and I haven’t even been typing for very long. I know you’ll fuck me so good and you’ll give me a mind blowing orgasm. I mean, what a way to go out! I can’t think of anything I’d love more than to be strangled by you while I cum all over your throbbing hard cock.

Murder phone sex fantasies

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I get so many wild and naughty calls that make my pussy soaked. My favorite are always the murder phone sex fantasies. Nothing turns me on more or gets me more wet than listening as you tell me all of the dark and twisted things you want to do to me. I can’t help but play with my whore holes as I listen to the plans to drag me into a dark alley by my hair and beat the shit out of me. I love every dark detail of how you want to stick your big sharp knife right into my stomach and slice me right open. Use my blood as lube for your massive hard cock to fuck me right in my tight slutty asshole as you reach around and pull my guts out of my gaping stomach gash. Force me on my knees and make me suck your cock clean before I bleed out into the pile of whore trash that I am. Leave me there to die as you go on to find and fuck your next victim.

Bloody Phone sex Womb Excavations

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Bloody phone sex of me scrapping out a precious womb of a slut for you. You have become my number one accomplice in seeking out pregnant whores to chop into pieces after a forced birth. You understand my dark side and the more blood the better. My cunt is wet as you have me chain the latest victim down immobile as that brat kicks and wiggles inside her young body. This brat is yours and the slut is your daughter. She is pleading daddy don’t! But You already have that hard cock jacking off over her as I cut her nipples off and shove them down her throat. I am going to gut her like a melon for the prize inside. A fucktoy until death and even after. Or we can have her fucked by fifty men until That slutkin inside slides out like butter on a griddle. It is up to you daddy, as long as that womb is excavated and murder is the end result for your cock to cum for me.

Ass rape fantasy

Bondage phone sex I met you at our local grocery store. You liked what you saw and asked me for number. I gave it to you with ease. A pretty smile on m y face and an innocent look in my eyes. The black leather skirt I wore and black make up and dark exterior did not catch your eye. I knew you would be easy prey for me because you was not very observant. You did not think once you invited me over to your house for dinner that it would be your last fucking meal. 

I slipped a rookie into your drink when you went into the kitchen to get dessert. Before you could even sit the plates on the table you passed out. I took my time and tied you up. Head down to the floor, hands tied behind your back and your ankles handcuffed. I needed a gap between your legs to properly execute my move next. I want to see the pain in your eyes and hear the screams. I waited until you were awake before I rammed that long plastic dildo into your ass with no vaseline. I fucked your hard until you bled. My fake dick was covered in blood and shit. I shoved it into your mouth and made you lick it off. I plastered a grin on my face when you managing to mutter the words ” why?”. I simply said because I can before slicing your throat. My Bondage phone sex stories are not for the weak. Only the strong survive!