Waking up in a jail cell is never fun, but waking up in a jail cell with several different cocks in your face while naked is scarier! How the fuck did I get here? I can’t ask questions or even scream because I have a black cock choking me, down my throat! They pushed my legs up above my head and began licking my ass hole and my pussy! I still can’t scream with a huge cock in my mouth and can’t run away because I’m held down and locked in! You can barely hear my scream through the cock in my throat as another cock is shoved into my dry shit hole! The rest of the night I’m used up by seven different cocks!
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies
Do you have murder phone sex fantasies? I hope so. I am full of them. People think I am full of rage if I want to kill so many people. Not at all. I just like killing. I do not kill folks I hate or have beef with because that is a trail that leads back to me. I have gotten revenge, but it has been years later and usually done by an accomplice. I like to trade murders. That is where I kill someone who I have no affiliation with for you. And you return the favor. This has long been movie plots, LOL, but it is my way of taking out the trash from my life safely. I am smart and I am patient. That is how I never get caught. Crimes of passion are almost always solved. I met Mark online in a dark net chat room. He had a problem he needed fix. He was looking for a gun for hire to take care of his wife who was milking his millions away in an expensive divorce. He would be suspect number one if he did not have an airtight alibi for the night of her murder. It took me awhile to stalk her and kill her, but that was two years ago. I went to Miami to kill her while he was in Phoenix. I made it look like a robbery gone bad. I told him one day I would need a favor and he could not refuse. I did his murder for hire for free because I knew a day would come when I had a problem that I needed taken care of too. My problem was a former teacher in high school who tried to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me when I was young. He did not count on me being smarter than him at that age. Even though he was never able to fuck me, I told him one day my revenge would come when he least expected it. I waited almost 20 years for my revenge, and I used Mark to do it. I really wanted to be the one, but it could have come back on me. I thought Mark might balk at it but when I told him the why, he was glad to help. He even castrated the bastard for me. That was his touch. Sexual mutilation is always a female suspect in the eyes of cops, but I would be in the clear. So far no one has come asking questions. Mark and I got away with murder. I will always get away with murder because I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch.
Born a Snuff Porn Slave
I am built for snuff porn. My dad used to tell me I was built for fucking. I think he envisioned me as a grown woman when I was just a schoolgirl to justify the horrible things his friends and him would do to me. I had an awful experience growing up. My youth was riddled with abuse. I ran away as a young teen girl. I do not know if my father or mother are still alive. Hell, I might have siblings. My friends have told me to do the 23 and Me DNA testing thing to see if I have any relatives. I have considered it, but I am afraid my father is still out there. I know he would be so angry. He might even kill me. I was his cash cow as a teen girl and his get out of jail free card. He would offer my holes up to his poker buddies every time he lost. I was offered up to cops to turn the other way too when he did something illegal too. No one ever turned down jail bait pussy. If the Internet was as big as it is now, I have no doubt my father would have pimped me out online too. When I finally had the guts to run away, I ran fast and far to make sure he would never find me again. He haunts my dreams. I wake up in a hot sweat many nights a week afraid I will see him standing over my bed with his cock out ready to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me again. Men think they can treat me as their snuff doll and break me. Like I am afraid of anything they can bring. No one was worse than my father. He broke me years ago. I guess because he still haunts me, and I fear him finding me, I am still his slave.
Evil Phone Sex with My Stepson, His Friends and Their Hairy Beasts
My stepson makes my evil phone sex callers look like choir girls. Seriously, though he is sick mother fucker. I only see his Dr. Jekyll side. My husband only sees Mr. Hyde. I tried to tell my husband once about his son’s truly evil ways, but he did not want to hear or believe anything I was saying. I have learned to shut my mouth and let my stepson use me whenever he wants. Not like I have a choice. What my stepson wants, he gets. I was asleep in bed last night, next to his father, when his text woke me up. It was a 911 text and that is never good. Not for me at least. I snuck out of the house and went to his place. He was not alone. He had friends over. Male friends and 4-legged friends. I had a pit in my stomach. I am not a furry friend lover, and he knows that. These men came armed with hairy beasts with red rockets. Those beasts looked like they could tear me in two. I saw the camera. He was going to make a gangbang rape porn with me as the star. The costars would be man and beasts. I begged for some coke first. At least he had the decency to do that before masters and beasts mounted me. I tried to act like I enjoyed it for his viewers, but they liked it better when I did not enjoy it. I thought about something else as best as I could. I had man and beast nutting inside my fuck holes and drooling down my back. I felt so violated and dirty. The bit coins were popping though, which made my stepson happy. Masters and their best furry friends gang banged me, making him more than enough money to cover his gambling debts. He will never stop gambling because he has an instant taboo phone sex cash cow to cover his debts and save his life.
Home Invasion Takes a Bloody Knife Turn
I broke into the wrong house…I had the idea to steal some money from who I thought was a family friend but I had another thing coming when I busted the glass door thinking nobody was home. I already cut my hands on the glass before I felt myself being grabbed and the next thing was a sharp knife to my throat from a mysterious, naked man behind me. He whispered that I fucked up and was thrown to the floor. My head made a sick thudding noise and I heard a crunch from somewhere in my body. The knife was driven into my left tit and I thought everything was silent until I realized I could only hear my blood-curdling screams. My right tit was cut into next and then straight down my stomach. This naked man cut off my black sweat pants and took one good look at my pussy before driving his knife into my cunt next! He had to make it looser for his monster dick to play out his rape fantasy on my bloody cunt. My screams never stopped, and that’s how it ended.
Verbal Abuse Is My Therapy!
One of my favorite ways to dominate is with verbal abuse, I’m the meanest little slut with a wicked tongue for insults and humiliation! When I’ve had a bad day and things are getting to fucking irritating, I like to relieve my tension with some verbal abuse. Nothing satisfies me more than calling disgusting perverts exactly what they deserve to be called—worthless filth holes and disgusting wastes of human vessels. My cunt leaks with excitement as you take every insult I have to offer you, every bit of anger in my body goes to making you understand how utterly disgusted I am at your meaningless existence. While I verbally eviscerate you and drain you for every dollar you are worth, my dark little heart leaps for joy.
Cum Servants
Once upon a time in a far away palace was a slave kingdom of men who were indebted to a Dark Goth Queen. Jezebel ruled the land harshly as no one wanted to lose their cock. Those assigned to castle duty and servant roles already had lost testicles to her rule. She lived off the cum of men who were having balls cut off in a most delicious and fantastic castration ritual. Other men with nutsacks full and hard cocks lined the Castle walls impaled on cocks of statues. As Empress Jezabel walked the corridors she would flog a semi erect cock. A flaccid cock would be pulled down and prepared to have balls removed at The Empress’s first availability. Parties would surround such an event. Blood never bothered the Kingdom. They were used to savages feasting on the flesh of their daughters for 100’s of years. It was Jezebel who stopped the blood shed and fed the savages with girls from neighboring Kingdoms. Worship My Bloodshed!
Daddy Preps Me For Anal Torture!
Daddy is planning a big gangbang party this weekend and is really trying to stretch out my ass for the special occasion! Yesterday daddy and my brother came home with a few surprises for me, a horse cock dildo that was 10 inches long and 7 inches wide, some new restraints and a cock gag—a special gag that has a cock on the inside of it that goes in my mouth. They tied me up good, making sure I couldn’t move an inch as they slowly teased my ass open and spread my cunt with their fingers. With the cock gag on my mouth, my brother finger fucking my wet pussy and daddy’s fist stretching my ass wide open, I know I’m in for a brutal fucking this weekend when daddy has his friends over.
Killer Phone Sex Electrocution
It is no secret that I love killer phone sex. It is in my genes. My grandpa ran a prison. He was responsible for 253 executions in his prison over the 20 years he ran it. I have his electric chair. I use it mainly for castration, but every now and then, I hook up the currents so I can kill a loser. I fired the chair up last night for a special guest. My grandpa told me all about how to prepare a subject for the electric chair and how to operate it. There are many things the public does not know about death by electrocution. First, the death row inmate is bathed and completely shaved. That includes the hair on his head and body. I prepare my personal death row inmate for electrocution by shaving every ounce of hair off his body. That includes his nut sack, ass crack and pubes. Electrocuted bodies are messy. My grandpa said to put a butt plug in the inmate’s ass, so he does not shit all over the place. Once my loser was shaved and cleaned, I put him in the chair with the butt plug in. I then slipped a catheter in his pee hole to prevent him from pissing everywhere. I put a leather strap in his mouth, so he did not bite his tongue off with the first electrical current. I strapped his head, chest, wrist, and ankles to the chair, so that his body would not levitate off the chair. I did not have the standard volts to course through his veins, but that did not matter. This was a snuff porn, not a federal execution. I do not have to adhere to the rule of no cruel and unusual punishment. I live for cruel and unusual punishment. So, I made the electrocution last for a harrowing 20 minutes instead of the industry standard of 30 seconds. The smell of burning flesh and the look on a man’s face as his brain is frying, is foreplay for me. I can still smell burnt flesh in my house. Helps me relive my special late-night kill over and over.