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Ass Rape Porn in a Dive Bar

ass rape pornMen often tell me that I possess the perfect ass for an ass rape porn. Although I slipped into the accomplice role a few years ago, I still admit to loving anal. My girlfriend and I went to this dive bar nearby where we live. We wanted some trouble. And trouble we found. No women but us in the bar. Initially, we felt like we should leave. The vibe seemed hostile towards women.

We ordered one drink and planned on leaving because no one seemed pleasant. It felt like an incel bar. Like all the misogynistic men with no social skills in our town went to this bar the very night my girlfriend and I did. When we went to leave, one of the patrons yanked me back and said, “Not so fast whore.” Now we knew we never should have gone inside this bar. It had gangbang rape porn set vibes.

And these men did not like two blonde goddesses on their turf. But it appeared to be two strippers against at least 30 men. If we fought, we could end up dead, so we played nice. We stayed, did shots with the guys and showed off our best stripper moves. Neither of us wanted to fuck any of the men in that bar. But we knew that the moment we walked inside it. We should have turned right back around.

I Will Always Be an Anal Whore

But we did not. And we both knew fighting these men would be detrimental to our health and looks. So, we let them fuck us. My girlfriend and I acted like we loved those men. They sodomized us with cocks and beer bottles. Neither of us are strangers to rough sex. But this fell under the category of rough sex cubed. I mean neither of us ever experienced a group of such angry losers before. Maybe one incel guy at a time. But never a gang of woman hating losers at once. At least I was not alone.

Now we know. Our buttholes appear battered and prolapsed. We are sporting some bruises and ligature marks around our throats from choking us while they explored their rape phone sex fantasies. We will never go to that dive bar again. And I suggest no woman ever go there either.

Snuff Movies and October Go Together

snuff moviesOctober is not just for watching snuff movies. For sadistic bitches like me, October means making snuff flicks too. The bloodier the better. I am not for the weak of heart. I am not for first time callers or any man with mild or vanilla fantasies either. Only seasoned snuff connoisseurs or masochistic men should call me.

I can make men cry. My voice is not a giggling teen voice. Fuck that shit. My voice sounds more like a mature seasoned bitch whose has seen and done some shit. I even did some shit last night. Wicked shit too. As I drove home from my Goth bar last night, I happened upon a drunk coed driving erratically on her way home. She had no business driving drunk. Although she did appear to take the less traveled road home, she almost ran me off the road.

So, I ran her off the road instead. Sure, I could have been noble. Perhaps a good woman would call AAA and drive the drunk girl home. But no one considers me a good woman. No one. I took her to my kill shack instead. Too bad you were not with me to explore your rape phone sex fantasies. As soon as I got her into my shack, she puked. I made her lick it up. No one makes a mess in my home but me. I like to make bloody messes.

Some Girls, Many Girls Deserve to Die

I needed to hold a knife to her so she would be obedient. Drunk coeds deserve to die. Even drunk they still act and behave belligerently. Perhaps, I intended to help the girl. She showed no appreciation for saving her drunk life, so I sodomized her with a beer bottle. I pissed on her face. And I even double fisted her two tightest holes. The bitch appeared to like it, so I switched from my fists to my knifes. Now, she did not like it so much. Okay, she did not like it at all.

I stabbed her cunt and her ass until her insides fell out of her holes. You can eviscerate a young girl from the outside with long, sharp objects. Now, it looks like a painful way to die. But no cunt should die quickly.  Cunts deserve killer phone sex. And they deserve to die slowly and painfully. I told you I might not be your cup of tea. My mind runs dark as the night. Think you can handle being my partner?

Teen Rape Porn Requires a Female Accomplice to Acquire the Talent

teen rape pornI know I am too old for teen rape porn. But I did have my heyday as my father’s fuck slut. He made lots of home movies with me that he sold to old perverts who wanted brat porn with a cute young daughter. The real incest porn that many of my callers and associates crave. Sometimes, men hire me to help them make a home movie with their daughter or niece, even a neighbor girl.

I never mind. Not only do I get to help a man explore his rape fantasies, but I also get to help him preserve the memory and make some money along the way. Over the past few years, I’ve developed quite a name for myself. Men know that if they need an accomplice phone sex partner, I am their girl. And I can lure young girls away without a struggle. They go with me willingly because they believe my lies.

Recently, I helped a man force fuck his neighbor girl. Cute young blonde thing.  Total cock tease. So, I understood why he wanted to fuck her tight virgin cunt. I mean most men would want to fuck her.  But my client did not want to kill her. Too much suspicion would fall on him. And I get it. Completely understandable. A cute young girl next door goes missing, the cops investigate the father and the neighbors first.

Let Me Help You Explore Your Rape Fantasies

I took care of everything. I drugged her so her memory would be spotty. And I got my client a Halloween mask to cover his identity. Not like she will remember much, but just in case, I took all precautions. And my client seemed very happy with the outcome. He got to fuck the Lolita cock tease next door. And boy did he fuck her too.

She laid their lifeless because of the drugs I slipped her. She would wake up eventually. But she would not remember much. Her sore pussy might tell a story, but my client wore a rubber so no DNA would be found in any of her fuck holes. I hated that he needed to wrap his cock to make her his ass rape porn star too. But an accomplice thinks of everything so you can enjoy those young tight fuck holes.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are not Fantasies for My Stepson

rape phone sex fantasiesMy stepson does not simply enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. He explores them with me. And I never fare well after a visit. But he supplies me with coke, so I endure it all for my pusher stepson. When he came over the other night, he warned me he felt particularly violent. He enjoys breaking mommy Blair way past her breaking point. And he wasted no time when he arrived.

According to my stepson, my urethra remains my tightest hole. He arrived prepared to hurt his mommy too. Our little torture session began with my pee hole. His bag of tricks included a speculum, a funnel, a pair of vice grip locking pliers, a plastic bag for my head and lots of rope. I call it his torture sex bag. Never matters what day it is or what time it is either. If he arrives with that bag, I am in trouble.

He used the speculum to open my urethra, and because he loves me, he brought enough coke to numb the pain. At least while we engaged in violent sex. I still feel the effects today. With my urethra spread wide, my stepson poured his primo coke in my pee hole. Soon after he began punching my bladder. He slammed my head into the floor a few times too. When he started to fuck my prolapsed pee hole, I felt it. Not enough coke in the world to numb that sort of pain completely.

My Stepson Loves Breaking Blair

When he raised my body up in the air with the rope, he pulled my cunt lips apart with the vice grip locking pliers. My body went up, but my cunt lips went down. He punched my tits, bladder and ribs. Of course, he forced me to prolapse my asshole too. Easy to do after all our special time together. I am his personal ass rape porn star. His fans watched from home. I could hear the chimes of the tips as he punched me and fucked my prolapsed asshole and urethra.

However, his finest work he saved for the end. He placed a plastic bag over my head and punched the side of my head many times. I am a slave to his sick perversions. In fact, I sang a few Britney songs for him like I’m a Slave for you and Baby, Hit Me One More Time. The more punches he threw, the more tips he received. He squeezed my throat which forced me to suck in the plastic and almost suffocate. e brought out a PCV pipe about and inch in diameter and swung it a few times across my tits and ribs.

He even took several whacks to my prolapsed asshole. Batter up. But ouch. Although he did give me all the coke I wanted, my body paid the price. I am still sore as fuck from our latest encounter. And my guess is I will be sore for quite a few more days too.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex What The Doctor Ordered

medical fetish phone sexI’ve always had a real strong medical fetish phone sex kink. Ever since I remember feeling my doctors ingers down in my pants and how good that tickling feeling made my pussy feel.  I use to love his exams where my mama had to leave the room so he could examine up close with his mouth and his fingers.  Giving me internal exams. Sticking all kind of objects in me.  It made me long to be a doctor or nurse to stick all kinds of things in anyone that I could.

Well being a phone sex operator mine as well be the same thing as being a doctor, right? I’m helping people all day. Years of experience, in fact..  I started playing doctor when I was a little tot. I invited boys and girls over and had them come into my fort for a checkup.  I had their pants off within minutes giving them an oral and physical exams.  I had a very popluar group of repeat clients so I must’ve been doing things right.

These days, I like restraining my patients. I put their hands and feet spread eagle so they can’t get away, for their own health and safety. Putting on my sexy doctor outfit, which is a white short skirt with a tight white collared shirt with some red crosses.  I alwas have to take your temp, anally of course. My thermometer looks more like a dildo so don’t be alarmed at the monster size of it.  i also have some oxygen therapy exercises.

My favorite that I will get into another time, is enemas.  Oh how I love enemas, and my patiets always leave me feeling a little more relaxed and a little lighter on their feet.

Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet

torture sexHe called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.

Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.

Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please

Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.

I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.

Blasphemy Sex with the Blow Job Loving Priest

Dirty Priests Secretly Love Blasphemy Sex 

Slutty whores like me are what corrupt even the most holy of men. You “God Loving” men are always the most sick fucks. Choking, hitting, spitting, you’re all disgusting pervs who love blasphemy sex. I fucked so many of you bastards when I was on the blade. I remember one really sick prick. This one was a priest. He picked me up and drove me to his church. He dressed me up like a nun and told me to follow all of his directions. He said he was going to save me from the sin of lust.

It was my panties first. The priest made me lift up my dress and decided my lacey thong was too obscene. He would have to punish me for God. He bent me over his desk and pressed a cane to my ass. With every hit he told me to thank God. This priest beat me until my ass was split and bleeding. “Get on your knees whore. It’s time to pray.” I got on my knees, closed my eyes and prayed. I was to ask God to accept my sacrifice and purify me. Then I felt something salty and hot sliding into my mouth.

blasphemy sex

Priest Purifies My Cheap Phone Sex Throat

The priest was trying to slide his cock into my mouth. It was all too much. I wanted to leave. But when I tried he slapped me hard across the face with the cane. I fell to the floor, but he grabbed me by the neck and squeezed. His hands were clenched so hard I thought my neck would snap. He said God gave him the duty to purify me. The only way was with his holy cum. I was a threat sent by Satan to test his faith, but he would fuck me, or beat me, into submission. He had clearly been watching too many religious snuff movies.

I tried to leave again but he hit me hard across my neck and chest. His cock was hard and he was panting. I had to do what he said. I got back on my knees, and opened my mouth. His cock was disgusting. I tried hard to keep from gagging, but the smell, taste, and the way his cock kept hitting the back of my throat… I just couldn’t. Tears and spit leaked down my face while he forced his cock in harder. His load gushed down my throat. He held my chin and told me to open wide. I did. And then I swallowed.

I said thank you to God, and for the priests holy sperm. And then I got the fuck out of there.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Snuff Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps You Explore Your Darkest Fantasies

snuff sexSnuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?

A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.

I Love Being Your Accomplice

Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.

I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.

Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?