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His Hot Fantasy Phone Sex Call

fantasy phone sexI love a good fantasy phone sex call. One of my favorite regulars called me today and delivered one too. A perfect roleplay for a pain slut bimbo like me. I am in a camp for frigid stuck-up bitches who deny men access to their holes. A man has the right to use me when he wants, and I should not act like I hate sex. I was singled out of the room with the other stuck-up bitches. He brought me up onto the stage so the other cunts could see my punishment. He hit me a few dozen times, which was followed with some whacks from a wooden paddle. He made me touch my cunt and it was wet. I only get aroused with pain it appeared. Once he realized I was coming out of my frigid state with pain, he grabbed a leather paddle with spikes and gave me 50 more whacks on my bare ass. The welts formed quickly. My cunt got wetter. And my punisher was not done with me yet. There was a chair, like an executioner chair, on the stage. He pushed me into it. He strapped down my arms, He shackled my ankles. I got a strap around the chest and the forehead.  Thighs and waist strapped too like I was going to be electrocuted.  I was sitting on a hole in the chair. I thought it was for when I piss myself because strapped down like that, I thought I was going to get some serious torture sex. I did get tortured; I came to death. He shoved a rabbit dildo up my cunt that was going warp speed. A metal bar kept it in place. Nipple clamps with heavy weights were affixed to my nipples. I had to beg to cum. Beg for my last cum. As I came, I was electrocuted. I died a stuck-up cunt with a wet pussy because I was a pain slut.

Tis The Season for Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexTis the season taboo phone sex fun. The holidays are rough on a druggy whore. I find myself more desperate than usual for a fix to deal with people’s bullshit. I need more drugs, which means I need to do more shit to get those drugs. I met this dealer who made me a deal. He needed a soccer mom to lure some young girls to his place for a sex party. He told me if I could bring him at least 4 schoolgirl sluts, he would give me enough coke to last for a year. Clearly, he does not know me well. I snort about 5 times the average amount a woman my age and size would consume. If he wanted to make a teen rape porn, I did not care if it brought me that kind of coke. I worried at first how I would get that many at once. I have teen sons and they hang at the mall, so that is where I began. Turns out, the mall is a breeding ground for the girls he likes. I found four just the right age hanging outside Sephora, which is a make-up place. One of the girls had a high school jacket on and I knew a boy that went there. I acted like his mom and said he was having a party at our place and asked if they wanted to come over. This boy is popular. I took a risk that they knew his folks, but they were a few years younger, so I gambled and won. I drove four teen sluts to this dude’s house and handed them to him on a silver platter. I thought my job was done, but it was just beginning. I had to strip the girls, drug them and pre party with their fuck holes. He filmed me with a strapon fucking their tight teen holes. I had to fist their cunts too. I am not often the aggressor. It felt weird, but my eye was on the coke. I started to realize he wanted me to ruin their holes before he fucked them. He wanted to fuck their gaping bleeding fuck holes. He gave me some coke to bring out my evil phone sex side and it worked like a charm. They would never piss or shit right again. Well that is if they had survived. He fucked them for hours and made me kill them for him. The things I do for coke.

Snuff Porn Auditions Were Initiation

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This snuff porn audition I went for turned out more wrong than ever. It was a gang initiation effort to test wannabe gangsters. These guys set up a gruelsome scene. They used an old meat processing plant. The white blonde whores like me were the cattle. We would be processed in a different matter. The idea was to see if the guys had it in them to ganbang a white slut to her death. I was forced to choke on the cocks of the leading gang members until their initiates showed up. My throat was fucked raw and they couldn’t leave my blonde cunt and ass alone either. They used me up before the fun- in their eyes- was about to begin. They were going on about this and laughing as they slapped me around and beat me. I was their to get snuffed and got some good dick while I waited. Just another day of being whore meat.

Ass Rape Porn and Beheading

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn and beheading kind of encounter. He not only wanted my ass, he also wanted my head. Not in a figurative sort of way either. Brutal hardcore ass fucking was not all that he had in store for me, but I only signed up for a brutal butt fuck. I met him online. He seemed dark and freaky, but not deadly. I told myself that the worse thing that would happen would be I had to sit on a bag of frozen peas for a few days because he prolapsed my asshole. It was more than that. It started out like any other ass rape fantasy. Fingers in my asshole. Cock in my asshole. Fist in my asshole. I think I was a more seasoned anal whore than he anticipated. He never quite fucked my ass to my breaking point. I am not saying I do not have one, because I do. All women have a breaking point. My ass bled. My ass prolapsed. I screamed and I pleaded, but I did not break from the pain. I have been a cutter all my life. What I am seasoned at is being a pain slut. When I told him that it was doubtful that ass fucking would break me, I saw the wheels turn in his head. He left me for a few moments. When he returned, He had a big scary looking device. It was a guillotine. I have never seen one except in the movies. I thought it was a prop and he wanted to simulate a snuff porn. I was happy to be his star. I thought it was fake. He bent me over a bench with my ass in the air. My neck was right under the guillotine. As he was fucking my ass, he pulled a lever and then it was a butt fucking beheading. I died with my ass contracting on his cock. I never got to feel his warm cum in my ass.

Born for snuff sex

snuff sexI was born for snuff sex. That is what I have heard since I was old enough to talk. Family and strangers alike, want to do bad things to me. I was taking a run the other day in the park. Some one grabbed me out of nowhere. I was screaming and fighting, but I was too weak to fight him off me. He dragged me into a wooded area behind the public bathrooms. He ripped my clothes off and started fucking me. His dick was so big it made my pussy bleed. He used the blood from my cunt to force his cock in my ass. That hurt even more. I tried to escape in my head, but nothing could distract me from the pain. My ass prolapsed from the force of his cock ripping through my sphincter. When he came, I just laid there crying and bleeding. I wondered why me. My assailant spoke and I recognized the voice. Did I know my attacker? Then I saw his hand and the scar on his finger, and I realize he was my brother. My own brother stalked me in the park and forced his cock inside my pussy and ass. I told you. I was born for snuff.

Accomplice Phone Sex Date

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex makes my pussy drip. Honestly, I am not an overly horny woman. I am not on Tinder or dating sites. It is not that I do not have sexual needs. It is that vanilla sex and boring men do nothing for me. Ever. I need violence. The sight of blood arouses me sexually. What can I say? I am a very dark girl. Sex with me is usually a threesome but one of the threesome is usually dead or about to be dead. I like to murder young girls on date night. You think I am joking but I never joke about snuff sex. I had a date with a man last night. I cannot tell you where or his name because we did some very bad things to a hot teen slut. She had it coming. She was hitchhiking on the highway late at night. She fell right into our laps. Over dinner, we were talking about the perfect victim. Thin, no tits or not much for tits, no pussy hair, blonde or red hair and looking like a cock tease. It was like Satan heard our prayers and wanted to help. We passed a blonde, skinny girl with no tits on side of the highway trying to hitch a ride. Stupid girl thought nothing about getting in the car with us. Neither of us looked like the couple next door. Unless maybe you lived next door to the Addams family, LOL. She was not going anywhere but out of town. We told her we could take her to a cabin where we were going to fuck and get high. She wanted to party. We let her get high before my partner in crime, ripped her clothes off and fucked her. I mean tore her pussy up. Blood everywhere. Little trailer park trash was a virgin. Well, at least she did not die one. He fucked all her holes, then I slit her throat and we fucked in her blood. It was the hottest date ever. Maybe not for her though.

Sick And Sadistic Mutilation Phone Sex

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I told you I was collecting decorations in my basement, didn’t I? Breathing materials to be butchered and rebuilt into one of my greatest creations yet. I wanted to outdo the Human Centipede. I decided to take decorating to the extreme this year; Santa and His Reindeer.

I’ve been cutting and planning, building grotesque prototypes from sawed off bloody body parts, getting my juicy sadistic cunt stuffed with your cock while I do it. I finally decided to give them hooves; I snuck into a local pasture and butchered some bovine beasties, stealing their legs to attach to my sick Holiday sculpture. I sewed those cow legs onto some fat fucks I had harvested from the allies. They screamed, of course. Anesthetic wasn’t something I was offering.

My playground, the one you love more than any other room in my house, was a bloody fucking holiday mess. I had intestines as reins, and had build a sleigh put of still breathing bodies. Glues, and nails, and sewing with silken steel strings proved a sturdy vehicle. My beasts were ready, too. They would even run on their sick fucking legs, the ones I gifted them. I’d mutilated their faces, and made them bits out of detached cocks. All of them had seen my face, but that’s okay. I left them, naked and violently violated, on the steps of City Hall in the middle of a blizzard. My sick Santa creation had frozen to death, all twenty three of my holiday victims sewn together in a grotesque Christmas scene.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex Thanksgiving

cannibalism phone sexI have a secluded cabin in the woods for cannibalism phone sex. Think Wrong Turn sans the inbred rural hillbillies. Every Thanksgiving, I host a special Thanksgiving dinner there. It is just me and several special friends who share my preference for human flesh. I have had a girl in the basement seasoning for a week. When you find the right meal, you grab her. When pretty coeds go missing around my parts, no one finds the remains. Authorities think the girls ran off with a boyfriend or got kidnapped for the sex trade. They never suspect cannibalism because that shit only happens in the movies, right? I entertained a couple this weekend at the cabin for an early Thanksgiving meal. A couple paid me handsomely to taste human flesh. They knew my reputation for girl meat. I eat men too, but girl meat is that tender white meat that makes a succulent meal. My dinner meal had natural hair; natural boobs; she was in good shape with a little meat on her ass and thighs. She had no tattoos and did not appear to tan. Plus, she was under 30 which means she will taste delicious. I like to have my guests help in the meal preparation. Our meal was out of the basement, naked and strapped to a picnic table. Dinner was freshly washed too. Our meal just needed seasoned, tenderized and cooked. We seasoned her with a paprika, pepper, pineapple marinade. When you combine the three ingredients over an open flame, you get a smoky, sweet flavor. This special seasoning absorbs into the skin well when grilled over an open fire. An apple in the mouth, even marinade all over the body and a large shish kabob pole through the meat to tun it evenly and you have a perfect Thanksgiving meal.  Smelling her flesh as she grilled was intoxicating. Our meal was once a 5’6 140-pound girl, so there were plenty of leftovers. I carved the remaining meat off the bones and sent them home some leftovers. I have another girl on ice downstairs for Thursday if you want to join me for a meal to die for.

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Watching Violent Phone Sex Snuff Flicks

violent phone sexThis Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my caller’s most wicked and violent phone sex fantasies. I love being your snuff doll. The darker your mind, they wetter my cunt. I enjoy Gothic Vampire fantasies to violent dismemberment ones and everything in between. It is who I am. Your sick victim. Last night, I was tied up on a long call. Been a while since I had one of those. Cocaine may have been involved (giggles). I am not the party fiend some girls are, but I do enjoy my Mary Jane daily. My caller was doing bumps all night and watching Japanese snuff flicks. I was toking and rubbing my pussy as I imagined I was the victim in each film he described. The Japanese are some sick perverts when it comes to snuff porn. He described one that became a violent force fuck sort of thing. A little Japanese schoolgirl kidnapped on her way home and gang banged and tortured. Scared and alone, she cried for her parents. Her kidnapper shot her arm full of smack to make her more agreeable to what was instore for her. Her captors had her suspended in an X position from rafters in the basement. Her tiny body seemed to float in the air. They whipped her so hard, the flesh tore from her body. As he described the blood and I heard her screams, I got wet. Like drench your panties wet. I wished I were the girl getting the flesh whipped from her body. We watched over 10 snuff flicks together and even he came a bunch of times. The way he described the details of the movies made me wonder if they were staged or real. I hope one day to be a real snuff sex slave maybe even for you.

It Was Not a Snuff Porn Fantasy

snuff pornHe had a snuff porn fantasy. I told him I was the girl for him. I needed the money. I was desperate. Holidays are approaching and my city is back indoors. I am going to need a lot of coke to get through both being shut in and the holidays. He asked me if I had ever seen the movie The Hitcher. I thought I did once upon a time but was not certain. I was still high and honestly, just thinking about the money he was going to pay me. When you are an addict, you never think things through. He made me dress like a street walker. I put on some fishnet stockings, high heels, a leather mini skirt and a trampy looking top. I teased my red hair out like a video vixen.  I even did my make-up in that 80s slut look. Red lipstick, baby blue eye shadow and pink cheeks. I was ready to act out whatever movie scene he wanted, get my money and then get my coke. I was not getting force fucked. This was not some ass rape porn gig either. He planned on killing me. Literally, he wanted to rip me in shreds, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late. I was standing between two semi-trucks and still clueless. He chained one arm to one rig and the other arm to the other rig. Still, I thought this was fake. I had no memory of the movie. If I had, I may not have agreed. I had no idea he had accomplices in the driver seat of each truck and as they inched forward a little, I was being pulled in two different directions. I pissed myself. Blondie’s song Rip Her to Shreds played in my head as my arm popped out of its socket. My leg pulled out of its socket. Skin tore from my limbs. My left arm tore off first, then my left leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I must have gone into shock because everything went dark. I remember hearing laughter right before I died. Druggy whores should never agree to snuff sex. It never works out.