Not only men have killer phone sex fantasies. There are many dominant women out there that hate me as much as you do. This guy who bought me from my drug dealer to settle my coke debt sold me to a woman. This woman I didn’t know. She bought me for sport. Have you ever seen a cock or dogfight? This was a cunt fight as she called it. She bought two bitches and made us fight for our lives in front of an audience that paid good money for a death match. I thought it was a ruse, but this was something straight out of a snuff porn. The winner of the death match got her freedom. The other got death. I didn’t believe either of us would live, so I tried to strike a bargain with my opponent. Even though she agreed that we might both die regardless, she didn’t like my plan of not fighting. She said if we did that we would most certainly die and likely in a violent manner. I guess she was right. At least this way, one of us had a chance, but I knew it wouldn’t be me. I am not a fighter. I am a submissive whore with a coke problem. I was starting to go through withdrawal. Maybe I had a chance. I was on edge with no coke, but coke fuels my dark side. When we were put in the middle to fight, I gave it my best. My best wasn’t good enough. The little Asian doll took me down in 5 minutes. She reamed my ass with a strap-on lubed in Ben Gay. While I was writhing in discomfort, she pinned me for the required time to name her the winner. The audience got to decide how I should die. It was gruesome. They beheaded me, and the male members of the audience pissed and came on my severed head. How would you kill me?
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: Death Match
Torture Theater
I’ve been friends with my neighbor for a while he loves hearing about my pain slut adventures. He’s always been skeptical questions how much pain I could really tolerate, and I always tease and tell him he was free to find out. I never expected that he actually would. Right when I was in the middle of my coffee he approached behind me and I felt a hard stinging in the back of my neck and the room just started to fade away. When I came too I was tied down to a wooden chair upon a stage with a spotlight on me. I could squint and see a few rows of people watching me, I looked down and I was completely naked. I turned my head at the footsteps approaching me and then my neighbor was in a long white coat and devious smiled on his face. He started with a hard slap to my face, when he announced to everyone we were about to see just how much pain I would tolerate. He even gave me a safe word to use if I wanted him to stop, which I merely laughed. He has no clue what type of death wish I had, I merely told him I would never ask him to stop. In response he grab my nipples squeeze and stretched them out before jamming a needle through each one. I merely let out a little squeal and stared at him challenging him to bring his worse. I could see everyone watching getting excited intrigued by my lust for more pain. He pulled out a long knife and made several long slits along my sides, prying his fingers into them to stretch them wider. I couldn’t help but scream but still refused to give in, in fact the bright red color glowing off his white coat only made me smile.
Pay attention whore
Ass rape porn was ordered by the master to bring over one of the girls I babysit. I was going to be the one to snuff her out in front of him. This was my only task, and I had to do an excellent job at it if I wanted to live pretty much. My master was pleased that I was able to fool the girl and tell her I was taking her to a fun arcade center. I got her nude and ready for an ass rape porn I was going to recreate and record. I did my best, but the master wasn’t pleased. I then got a beat down and got snuffed out too. Since I wasn’t able to do the job right, my twat was going to pay. I was bleeding and in tears by the end of the night. The girl got it so much easier. Guess I need to pay more attention.
Strangulation Phone Sex
Strangulation phone sex leaves me begging for more every time. I am an erotic asphyxiation girl. I have always enjoyed rope, ties, collars and scarves around my neck. I have hidden my many bruises over the years with choke collar necklaces and silk ties. Jim knew my secret, however. He hates me. I never meant to tip my hat to him at a party. I got drunk and ran my mouth to a girlfriend about by dark fetish. He overheard us and used it to his advantage. He has hated me for years because I rebuffed him. He has been trying to date me for years, but he is neither rich or handsome. Plus, he is not a dominant man. Years of sexual frustration and rejection turned into anger towards me. He drugged my glass with something potent. When I woke up, I was naked with a choke caller on and in his house. I know he has rape fantasies about me. I was afraid, those fantasies were about to become a reality. He had no desire to fuck my whore holes. He said he realized years ago that I was likely a diseased skank. I had never seen this side of him. Jim was a mild manner geek with a paper pushing job. I only knew him because he was the brother of a friend. He told me if I was such a kinky slut, then I wouldn’t mind him choking the shit out of me. I thought this was some sort of snuff porn hoax. I mean he didn’t have it in him to hurt me. I was wrong. It wasn’t the first time, but I think it would be my last time. His hands went around my neck so tight that I passed out. I felt blood welling up in my throat when I woke up. I started choking on my blood, then everything went dark.
Snuff Sex Fantasies
Snuff sex is not for the weak. I get guys who call me all the time saying, “hey baby,” or “how you doing baby.” They call me thinking that they can charm their way into my panties. I know those asshats have the wrong number. I know they don’t have the stomach for my dark fantasies. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not girlfriend material. If I were on a vanilla site, I would be fired because all those dumb asses looking for the girlfriend experience would complain when I castrated them or worse. I am a sadistic killer. I give guys the killer experience. I take them through their deepest darkest fantasies to show them what it would be like to get away with assault, torture and snuff. The losers calling me baby and honey, can’t handle what is in my head. What is in your head. I am all about blood and guts. You don’t need to wine and dine me. You just need to pay me and tell me what your darkest fantasies are, so I can make them cum true. Nothing is off limits or too extreme for a taboo phone sex sadistic like me. Who do you want to murder?
Kidnapping Juliet Phone Sex
I love been taken over the streets by you. You’ve watched me for a while, you know my patterns my friends, where I like to go. You know that I’m just a little whore who likes to be beaten so if I went missing no one would even bat an eye. My lust for pain was bound to catch up to me eventually. You’re excited as you follow me down the road staring on my long legs, making your cock hard. You start to imagine all the things your going to make a dumb whore like me do for you. You can’t help yourself, you lunge forward and start to choke me from behind while no one is around. While I lose consciousness you drag me back and toss me into the trunk of your car before speeding me away to my end.
Bloody and Painful Ass Rape Porn
Ass rape porn stars like me are often strung out addicts. You need to be high to take anal torture. I was partying with a dealer and his friends over the weekend. I trade my holes for blow or whatever drug I can get. He gave me some coke if I entertained his friends. Of course, I let him pass me around like a piece of candy. It is just sex. I have fucked for far less in my life. My coke habit is expensive. My allowance doesn’t begin to cover what I use. So, years ago I learned that trading my body for blow was a smart move. It is a dangerous move too because when you barter for drugs, guys know they can do anything to you. Only a skanky bitch would trade her fuck holes for blow. To them that means anything goes, even anal torture sex. I was high, but not high enough to not feel the pain of several fists in me at once. Two fists went in my ass simultaneously. They got as deep as their elbows. Even high as fuck, I felt that shit. My ass prolapsed and bled. They laughed and joked about kicking my ass back in. They were high on something that made them more sadistic. One dude put a chain around my prolapsed ass and walked me around the room like a dog. Even though I was the pet, the other guys pissed in my face like they were dogs. I could hear my dealer saying, “Make that dirty whore earn her coke guys.” That they did. I was fisted so hard and so deep I may never sit or shit right again. I was forced to drink piss and suck dicks clean that were covered in my shit and blood. I was fucked for hours and humiliated over and over. Small price to pay for free drugs when you are an addict.
Torture Sex on National Corn on the Cob Day
Master pimped me out for some torture sex. He needed money and he said I was his only commodity. He sold me for the day to a bunch of hillbilly farmers. Apparently, it was National Corn on the Cob Day. As they strapped me down to some machine used to husk corn, the boys from deliverance had an evil grin on their faces. I swear, I felt like I was in a Wrong Turn movie. They were in overalls, missing many teeth and looked like they were a few generations into inbreeding. My only hope was that they would force fuck me with corn on the cob instead of their hillbilly dicks. Be careful what you wish for. They had a barrel of freshly husked corn for my fuck holes. I swear, I heard Dueling Banjos playing as they grabbed corn ears to sodomize me with. They had a sick way of celebrating National Corn on the Cob Day. They made an ass rape porn with me as the star, rather my asshole as the star and corn cobs as my co-star. You wouldn’t think that corn on the cob would hurt, but when you have inbred freaks shoving 4 and 5 ears of thick corn in your ass at once, you are screaming bloody murder. I was out in some desolate corn farm too. No one could hear my screams. I tried to think of something else, anything else, but these inbred mother fuckers smelled awful. They were hands down the most disgusting men master has ever sold me too. I was the star of some bizarre corn on the cob snuff porn. I was trying to see the positive. Corn on the cob was better than their cocks. Corn on the cob was just foreplay. After my fuck holes were bloody and gaping, they hillbilly fucked me. Their dicks were dirty and deformed, likely diseased too. Who would have thought I would have ever wished to be gang banged by corn on the cob over cock. Happy Corn on the Cob day my ass. I don’t think I can ever look at corn the same way again.
Gangbang Rape Porn in the Dirty Bookstore
I was not expecting to star in a gang rape porn in the adult bookstore. I went in to get a new vibrator. Usually, I am alone there besides the counter guy. He knows me by name. I go through sex toys like a porn star. There were some trucker guys there looking at the blow up sex dolls and flesh lights. One of the guys started talking to me, but I don’t engage strangers in sex shops. I was polite and brief. They started talking about the stuck up redhead. I started to walk to the counter, but one guy grabbed me. I saw another guy hand the counter guy a bunch of money. Hush money was my guess. I was in trouble. I heard one of the guys say something like why get a sex doll when there was a live whore right here. They blindfolded me and ripped off my clothes. Cocks were in my mouth, pussy and ass. It went from gangbang to ass rape porn. They were fisting my ass and using sex toys in the store on me. It hurt. I was crying. Even the store clerk got in on the action, forcing his barely legal dick up my dry ass. They told me I asked for it being alone in a dirty bookstore. Perhaps they were right. Wherever I go, I have a knack for getting in trouble. I guess I give off that worthless whore vibe.
I Need The Pain
I love allowing someone to take complete control over me. It makes me feel complete, less worried. Takes off the burden of making the small decisions. Having no choice is a lot easier then being the one making a choice. Sex now feels empty without some kind of force in place. I need to feel pain in order to feel any pleasure. I’ve gotten so use to the abuse that without it, I feel almost nothing other then dissatisfaction. Is it so much to want every hole to be taken advantage of, to have my body destroyed in the name of pleasure. I submit to you, I’m completely under your control for whatever you desire. I love being your submissively little bitch.