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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.

A Kidnapping Phone Sex Tale

kidnapping phone sexI have a kidnapping phone sex tale for you. I was out for a jog the other morning. It was chilly and foggy. I was jogging to my drug dealer. I don’t run for exercise. I run to get coke. I could hear a car tailing me. I figured the car was going slow because visibility was poor. I was struggling to see a few feet in front of me, so no doubt, so was the driver of the car.  Suddenly, someone was on me. I felt a hand go around my mouth and pick me up off the ground with no effort. He tossed me in the back of the car and sped off. He was wearing a mask and there was a lady in the front seat with him. She was not exactly a lady. More like a teen girl. Perhaps my kidnapper’s daughter? I tried pleading with her and him. But neither spoke. The girl gave me a pleading look. It was like she was telling me to shut the fuck up with her eyes. We didn’t drive far. I couldn’t tell where we were because of the fog. The car pulled into a garage. He pulled me out of the backseat kicking and screaming. The girl took my feat. They tossed me like a discarded rug in the basement. I waited scared, wondering my fate. My masked kidnapper came downstairs to where I was being held captive. His daughter was with him. I still didn’t know what was going on. Then, it became clear. This was some strange initiation for the girl. She had to torture me. I could tell torture sex was not her nature. Her arm shook as she picked up a baseball bat and swung at me. She hit me in the back. Luckily, she hits like a girl. I cried in more pain than I was in but soon I was in real pain. She branded me. She used a taser on me. And, she fucked my cunt with a cattle prod.  My flesh burned. I pissed myself and I started convulsing. My kidnapper praised her, as I laid on the floor in a pool of my piss and slobber. She was daddy’s accomplice and I was her first victim.

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen aren’t the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I met some women Friday night who had the same dark desires as many of my callers. I was in a gay bar. I thought it would be a safe retreat for me from the brutality of men. No gay man is going to want to hurt me. It never crossed my mind that some lesbians might. I was talking with some lipstick lesbians at the bar. I did my man bashing, and they bought me drinks. They were nice. They were attentive. They listened to my man woes. I thought we bonded. That was far from the case. They were plotting anal torture sex at the bar. One of them slipped a mickie in my drink. The next thing I knew, I was naked on a floor with a huge dildo in my ass. The pretty lesbians were in a circle surrounding me. They were cackling like witches as they took turns sodomizing my ass to ruin. They were not using lube. This was not for my pleasure. It was for their entertainment. I was crying but that turned them on. As they shredded my asshole, they mocked me. They called me names and slut shamed me. Those lesbians treated me more brutally than most men. I can’t even find comfort from women. I am a worthless whore.

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.

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I knew something was slightly off about the ad I found online. They were looking for a bitch to play a babysitter in some cheesy porn video. I figured it would be something lame about a babysitter getting fucked by the dad after watching his kids or something. I had no idea that I was actually about to become the victim of a wild snuff sex video. As soon as I got inside, I was snatched up by my hair and dragged around to the bed. The man blindfolded me and tied me to the bed. I was told not to scream or cry but I couldn’t help it. I cried and begged him to let me go. I would do anything he wanted. I couldn’t see anything but could feel the sharp, burning pain as he stuck a knife deep into my stomach and started to rip my skin open with it. I struggled against him but couldn’t do much, as I was still tied to the bed. I felt him shove his cock into my pussy and force fuck me as he stuck his hand into the hole in my stomach and started to rip me open with his bare hands. I tried to scream but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt the same stinging pain as he slit my throat. I was being ripped and sliced open as I was being fucked. I could hear him breathing and knew he was about to cum. I was terrified because I knew as soon as he was finished with me, he would snuff me out and dispose of me like I was nothing. I felt him pump his hot sticky load deep into my pussy and almost immediately, felt the knife on my throat again. This time he cut deep enough to end me.

 

Training a Snuff Phone Sex Slut

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Do you enjoy snuff phone sex scenarios? I was born to be a snuff victim. Ever since I was a young girl, men have used me for their own needs. I get it. I am a blonde bimbo whore. I get full of myself sometimes. Because I am pretty, I start to think I deserve to be treated like a princess. I was out last night with my owner. I saw this odd looking couple at the next table. She was not attractive at all. Her date was handsome and he appeared to be going out of his way to make her feel good. He was treating her like a princess. I told my master that if an ugly girl like that could be treated like a princess, then so could I. He smacked me across the face and called me a slut. He wouldn’t let me order food. I had to watch him eat a steak. I was hungry, but I was being punished. Others stared as he degraded me. He told other people to mind their own damn business because I was his property. I dreaded when we got home. I was correct in my dread too. He tied me up and beat me. For hours, he made me tell him what a worthless whore I am as he whipped me and kicked me. He fucked my ass too forcing me to lick off his dirty dick. I need more slave training according to him. He broke my spirit. He ruined my ass. Sometimes even a seasoned whore like me needs to be reminded what a worthless piece of shit she is.

Killer Phone Sex is Therapeutic

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Killer phone sex thoughts consume me. I meet someone new,  and I don’t think how can I fuck that person. I think how can I kill that person. I enjoy murder. It is therapeutic. Anyone who is a high stress person, has never murdered some one else. Snuff takes the edge off. Some folks drink. Some folks do drugs. I kill. I met this annoying little whore at the store the other night. She was was bullying some less than perfect girl in the store. They obviously new each other from school. I intervened and the mean girl said something snide to me. So, I followed her. She was old enough to drive but not old enough to to drink. She was old enough to die. I ran her off the road. I was impulsive which I rarely am. I stay under the radar by being methodical with my snuff porn plans. I saw an opportunity and I took it. She was dazed and confused. Head trauma. I couldn’t have planned it better. Young drivers don’t know how to play chicken. I ran her off the road without my car even touching her car. She got out of the car and fell down. Her phone was in her hand. I kicked it away from her. I pulled out my monster dildo and fucked her holes. Made it look like a sexual assault. She was no virgin. Not enough blood for that. After I used her teen holes, I took a piece of broken glass from her windshield and jabbed it in her jugular She would bleed out before anyone drove by the scene. When the state police discover her dead body, they will either think she was fucked before dying or it was some driver who saw an opportunity and took it. Maybe they will even think this was some strange sex with dead bodies case. Some folks get off on car crash sites. I just get off on killing worthless sluts.

St. Valentines Day Snuff

Fuck your roses and chocolates, I want what St. Valentines day was really about, Massacre. Yummy tight holes to fuck and fist, and a hot stud mortician boyfriend to fuck as I get horny fisting little assholes to their death in a dark, candle lit crypt at midnight. The best sacrifice to prove his love to me. I am a sadistic murderess cunt and sometimes the sweet young bodies of teen lovers is the best. I’m like Elizabeth Bathory and not letting this young couple give up their virginity on the 14th of February was great. She was so young smooth and dainty. I loved the freshness and that she had a bald shaved cunt prepared for her deflowering. She wanted to give her BF the perfect gift for V-day. It was sweet, they were young Goths and were in the cemetery with a blanket and a bottle of wine he had his big brother buy for them. His big brother happened to be my BF and he confided about their plans and well, they were derailed. I wanted the pure virgin blood, this young man didn’t give two flying fucks for the naive little cunt. He was more excited to get a piece of this sweet ass. Yeah I got virgin blood and double penetrated. He got his his brothers dead girlfriend and everyone was happy and the Vampire wine was flowing well with the virginal blood. It was a gothic massacre and a great offering to De Sade my hungry rotti.

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Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex accomplice. My master owns a slew of young and sexy teen sex slaves; mostly runaways he uses for various underground snuff and rape fantasy films. He wanted me to star in the film. I was scared because usually I am just the behind the scenes girl. I help scout out the talent and get them ready for their starring performances. My young co-star was a girl I lured away from the mall last week. She was one he decided to keep for himself instead of selling her to the highest bidder. I could see why too. She was stunning. She was in pristine condition. He could make a ton of money off teen rape porn with her as the star. Master wanted a mommy daughter hardcore punishment type film.  My young teen co-star was drugged up and tied to a bed. I walked up to the edge of the bed, yanked her up and slapped her face until she woke up. She was crying and begging for her mommy. “I’m your mommy,” I seethed in her ear. I twisted her tiny arm behind her back.  She was just a waif of a girl. A little pressure from me, and she would have a spiral fracture. I sat on her face, forcing her to eat my mommy cunt and ass. I even pissed on her face because master’s audience loves that shit. I was suffocating her with my cunt. I was strangling her with my strong thighs. I know how master likes his movies. I grabbed a baseball bat and punished her cunt. I shoved it so far up her pussy, she passed out from the pain. When I yanked the bat back out it was covered in blood. I glanced over at Master for approval. He had a big smile on his face and a stiff dick. I knew I was doing a good job punishing his little sex slave. I carved Teen Whore in her flesh with a razor blade too. Not only was I making a movie for master, I was breaking in his newest sex slave. I felt bad hurting her, but when master rewarded me for being a good accomplice, I relished in the fact that I was not getting hurt. At least not for a day. It is survival of the fittest when it comes to sex slaves.

Making Teen Rape Porn with Mexicunts

teen rape pornI was paid to help a guy make a teen rape porn. We did a lot more than just ruin their little fuck holes. I met Adam on the dark net. We became fast friends because of our dark desires and hatred for teen girls. This was an easy gig because he already had the girls. These weren’t girls next door. This were girls trying to get into the country illegally. He bought the girls from a coyote. He paid the coyote more than the girls’ parents paid to smuggle them into our country. I hate illegals. They steal from our country and often commit crimes. I know. I commit crimes too. But when you think about it, I don’t kill innocents. I prevent young girls from growing up and ripping you off or cock teasing you until your wallet is drained but not your balls. Is that fair? These fucking illegal cunts were not going to grow up and do that to you. Adam had 5 Mexican cunts. They had dyed their hair blonde like they thought they could blend in with us legal residents more. Stupid cunts deserved to die. Adam just wanted to fuck them. Maybe make some ass rape porn, but snuff was not what he had in mind until I convinced him it was the only option. Fuck them. Nut all in their tiny little Mexicunts. But when done having your fun, we had to kill them. They would just use their victimization to get a legal citizen imprisoned and end up becoming citizens because of it. How was that fair. He eventually saw my point. He fucked every hole those whores had a few times, before I hung them. I but nooses around their necks and strung them up from the rafters. I watched as they twitched and pissed as they took their last breath. I fucked Adam on the floor under their dead bodies.