Tag: Taboo phone sex

Let the darkest side of you out

Taboo phone sex Taboo phone sex can be so terrible that it makes you ashamed. Good! I fucking want you feeling like dog shit after you confess your truth. Why would I say such a thing? A few of you spill forth secrets and fantasies that no one in the world should know about you. The fact that you feel bad, means you will not let your disgusting, filthy needs be exposed. Keep your victim ravaging and killing needs between us! Far too many times, a man trust the wrong bitch with his deepest fucked desires.

Let the darkest side of you out

I am the little bitch in your life, keeps all your sins to myself. And because every fucked kink needs to be fed, I feed you. My foul-mouthed, black soul feeds your bad lust. Have me beg for mercy as I take on the role of your victim. Let loose all your anger and horniness on my little white body. Beat me until I can barely speak and then slice my that and fuck me gurgling blood. 

Taboo phone sex

Or have me weave a fucked up home invasion with your perfect victims and me as your accomplice teen slut! Take me and make me your sex slave. Force me to perform the darkest of sexual acts on unsuspecting, innocent ones and their mommies. Keep your secrets with me, and I’ll give you my body and soul! 

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Because Revenge is Therapeutic

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies I consider my specialty. And as a sexy switch, I can be your accomplice or your victim. But honestly, I prefer to be the accomplice nowadays. Perhaps, I am biased, but I think I make a good accomplice because of all the shit I have seen and experienced in my life.

I know how to kidnap or lure girls or women to their slaughter or sexual abuse. And I know how to inflict pain, torture and suffering because for decades I subjected myself to it with the company I kept. It takes someone who has been through all the sick and depraved shit men want to do to women and girls to be a good accomplice.

And I know that any encounter with the wrong man, might end me right back to being an owned slave again. So, I try to be careful with the assignments I take. This week a new man hired me for noble reasons. And that alone made me take the job. He did not want to molest, fuck or otherwise abuse a girl or a woman. He wanted revenge on the ex-boyfriend who almost killed his coed daughter.

Revenge snuff sex might be my favorite thing. Because of the way I look, I easily lured the ex-boyfriend back to my place, where my client waited patiently. A little bit of chloroform knocked him out long enough to strip him naked and tie him up. When he woke up, he realized he had been set up. He saw the father of the ex-girlfriend he beat up.

Sometimes a Revenge Fantasy Turns Out to Be Cathartic for Me

So, the first thing I did was put a ton of oranges in a pillowcase and beat this loser black and blue like he did my client’s daughter. This is a trick for women who cannot throw a good punch. My victim screamed in pain as I cracked his ribs. But I had only just begun. I mutilated his cock and balls, so he would never force himself on a woman again.

This assignment provided a much needed cathartic release for me. I treated this guy like my father. So, I gave him some cock and ball torture sex. I carved his ex-girlfriend’s name on his cock. And I deflated his balls with a chemical castration. If you block the air flow to a guy’s balls long enough, they deflate and lose all their power and semen. He will never hurt another woman again.

Although I wanted to kill him, my client wanted him to suffer eternally and have a constant reminder of his daughter who he almost killed. I did take his money for this job. However, I would have done it for free because it felt like therapy for me. I wished my client had been my father. He actually cares about his daughter.

Buried Alive: A Depraved Torture

Evil phone sex

 

You filthy worm, still trying to escape my wrath? There’s no running from this, you pathetic piece of shit. It’s time to teach you a lesson in submission, and I’ve got the perfect punishment for your insolence.

Dig, you little bitch, dig your own grave. A hole, 3 feet round and 6 feet deep, will be your new home. Stand in it, and I’ll bury you alive, you worthless piece of garbage. The dirt will be your blanket, suffocating your pathetic attempts at freedom.

While you struggle, I’ll decide your fate. Maybe I’ll cover your face with honey, letting the ants feast on your flesh. Or how about I attract rats to nibble on your cheeks? Perhaps I’ll use your body as my personal toilet, smothering you in my piss and shit.

As you dig, I’ll rub my cunt, getting wetter with each stroke, imagining the countless ways I can make you suffer. You’ll beg for mercy, but this evil bitch will only laugh, enjoying the power over your pathetic existence. So, keep digging, and embrace the sick pleasure of my twisted mind.

Bondage Phone Sex Transported Me Back to Medieval Torture Times

bondage phone sexIn theory, one would thing bondage phone sex might not be so bad. However, when you are a druggy whore desperate for a fix, things often turn violent. When I applied for the underground bondage shoot, I only thought about the money. Nothing else entered my mind. And that turned out to be another “me bad.” moment. When I am jonesing for a fix, and desperate for money, I never weigh the consequences in my head.

You would think by now, I would learn. But no. Druggy whores make notoriously bad decisions. This photographer tied me up with my legs and arms stretched so far out that I felt like I was on one of those medieval torture sex racks. It felt like if he tied me any tighter, my limbs would rip off my body. And as much as that hurt, it did not compare to the whipping he gave me. More like a violent lashing.

This Druggy Whore’s 9 Lives Will Run Out Soon

For a moment, I felt transported back to the 1800s. I felt like a slave who had tried to run away or did not pick enough cotton. Every lash he gave me, my skin ripped open. I could feel the blood running down my bag and my legs. And at one point, I almost bit my tongue off from the jolt of pain. This was no bondage shoot. The photographer tortured me. Tore opened my flesh. And he would not let me get high first to dull the pain. But even pain sluts have their limits.

For hours he whipped the flesh off my body. At least that was how it felt. I cried. And I screamed. Even prayed to a god I do not believe in to relieve my suffering. Honestly, I thought this might turn into a snuff porn. Eventually, he let me go. But I could barely crawl out of his dungeon. And as I did, I left a trail of blood behind me.

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Babe Strikes Again

babysitter phone sexThe bad babysitter phone sex babe strikes again. When I get a request for a super young one to fuck, my best option is babysitting. Super young ones do not go places by themselves so I can lure them away. If a man wants to fuck or snuff a teen girl or boy, well those I can lure easily. But the tiny ones, I use an alias, and I troll the babysitting sites. Some call me the master of disguise. I never use the same ID twice.

John wanted a young boy butt to fuck. And I do not judge. I just get my client what he wants and take his money for my troubles. And when they are super young, I can demand more money because the risk and planning become more difficult. And men with money pay well for the things they want. But if John wanted a boy butt for a private ass rape porn movie, well, I wanted to make sure he got it.

All That Matters to Me is That I Make Your Rape Fantasies Cum True

I found the perfect family with a boy the perfect age. So, I did what I do. Made that boy a special bedtime cocktail that would render him unconscious while my client fucked his virgin butt hole. I had all the clean up supplies too like an enema to wash away the traces of cum. A plastic sheet so his bed did not get messy from blood and cum stains. As the paid accomplice, I think of everything so a client can just focus on the tight hole.

And boy did John focus on that tight boy butt. I am not sure I ever heard a man moan so loudly from a tight hole. But then most of my clients like to fuck little bald cunnies. Let’s be honest here. A tight ass will always be tighter than a little cunt.  All that matters to me is the money and making my client’s rape phone sex fantasies cum true, even for little boys.

Strangulation Phone Sex: A Perennial Favorite

strangulation phone sex

Strangulation phone sex is one fantasy that I really love, for more than one reason! For example, I love the idea of someone strangling me. I have adored breath play since I first started participating in BDSM-type scenes, and strangling is my favorite method of doing breath play.

Secondly, I also like the idea of strangling another person. As I have mentioned a couple of times before, my personal snuff item is a garrote. I love the idea of sitting behind a girl who is lying on her back with her head in my lap. I grab her neck with the garrote and just pull it behind her head, strangling her off in the process. This can go on for as long or as short as I want. I can do it all in one fell swoop, or I can stop, give her a chance to breathe, then go back to strangling her again! It’s awesome, really.

How do you feel about strangulation fantasies? Is that what floats your boat, or do you prefer something a little different?

Torture sex will have young holes scarred

Torture sex from a big, massive dick in a tiny hole, will leave the young bitch scarred for life. That’s if you let her live. It won’t be just mental. Physically her little holes will never be the same. Feeling the pop and rip on your cock from her tight walls is what you love. Hearing her screams just makes your cock even harder. First you tie her up. Then your rip her clothes off. The fear in her eyes makes your cock stir. As you spread her legs apart, you wrap your hands around her throat. The pleasure you get from the torture you give a young slut, drives you.

Torture sex

Before you ram your big sadistic cock into one of her young tight holes, you look into her eyes. “If you milk me right, I might let you live” you say to her. Knowing that if you let her live, it would only be to keep milking your cock. “Young whores are made to be used as cum buckets” my unc would say whenever we went young slut hunting. While you force your cock inside her, you start squeezing her neck. The feeling of air leaving her body, trumps the pain from you ripping her open. She starts to freak out and her body starts to fight back. That’s what you love. It feels better when they fight back.

The power you get from being able to hold her body down and fuck her open, pushes your cock to fuck her harder. “Fight back and milk my dick” you grunt as you pound her cunt hole hard. Making her fight, exerts her energy. Therefore, you’re able to squeeze harder and pound deeper. Her eyes start to roll to the back of her head as your balls tighten up. As your balls start to explode inside her, her body goes limp. But you just keep pouring her because Sex with dead bodies, to you feels better right as the last breath leaves the body. 

Accomplice Phone Sex is Therapeutic

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls will be on the rise in 2025 I predict. As folks stress about the cost of living, they need a creative outlet for their frustration and fear. But for some folks to get up the nerve to take out all their rage, they need a seasoned pro like me. Perhaps, you could call me a mercenary. I am a gun for hire. However, I never use a gun.

I am more of a knife girl. In fact, I have never owned a gun. For protection, I always have a knife or two strapped to my body. And in case of a home invasion, I have knives hidden all over the house. Plus, I keep my favorite knife under my pillow as I sleep. Much harder to find the culprit of a violent crime when the murder weapon appears to be a knife wound. Police can check for gunpowder residue. They can match bullets to where they were purchased.  

If you want to kill someone, knife play phone sex just seems a better and safer option. Plus, a knife death takes skill. However, killing with a gun just takes good aim. A knife can torture your victim better too. And I am a firm believer that if you want to take a ride on the dark side, make it last. We can savor our kill much more when we prolong the death. Thus, providing a more therapeutic experience for the killer.

To Kill Requires Control and Skill and That Can Be Learned

And I am all about therapeutic kills. Work out the rage on a young body. Or anybody, as long as it is not my body, LOL. I would kill an accomplice who even looked at me wrong. But folks who hire this sadistic bitch for a snuff sex kill need my expertise to not get caught. You need impulse control to get out your rage and most people lack the impulse control to safely act alone.

And I know from experience a rage kill requires help. My grandpa cleaned up my first kill when I was a schoolgirl. And he trained me how to harness my rage and kill undetected. Now, I pass that knowledge on to men like you, for a fee of course.

Torture sex with extreme penis and sex toys

Torture sexTorture sex with extreme penis and sex toys has me gaga! My tight holes can fit almost anything you stuff up inside of them. A 14-inch cock will be fucking my uterus and making me infertile. My obsession for the strange animistic and alien dildo has gone off the wall. I find myself sitting on a red rock inspired horse sized dildo while smoking a bowl on New Year’s Eve! I close my eyes and imagine what it feels like to be fucked by a giant creature. Soon I am on the brink of a climax and letting out a loud shriek. Torturing my pussy in this way has me aching to have a man bring me in some K9 mutts to hurt me even more! The claws digging into my flesh and his drool dripping down my back is what I am after.

Torture sex with extreme penis and sex toys

A big mean huge mutt., even one that might be half supernatural in his red rocket penis size! Loving how my skin is shredded due to being a tiny piece of fuck meat!  This is a need, not want at this point as I split my cunny apart! Please, I need his massive Mutt dick to pound me and fill me up with his hot furry friend cum. Yes, I do want him to ravage me and make me his bitch for the night. If I die at his claws, or powerful teeth gnashing out my throat, so be it!

Kidnapping Phone Sex Almost Turned Deadly for Me

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex was not on my bingo card last night. I planned a nice night in with my two sons and my husband. For once, I had plenty of blow too. But my husband wanted some champagne, and all we had on hand appeared to be rum and wine. So, I volunteered to go to the liquor store since they stayed open until 11 pm last night. Gave me some time to do some coke.

However, I never made it to the liquor store. I got a flat tire, and a couple offered me a ride since it was cold and raining. They looked dressed up for a party. I texted my husband about the car and that I hitched a ride with a nice couple and would be home soon. But I never returned home until this morning. And luckily my family fell asleep waiting for me. I do not think they even went looking for me.

This couple took me to their place under the rouse that she forgot her purse. And since my clothes got soaked, she invited me in so she could give me some warmer clothes. I thought she seemed so nice. Snuff sex never occurred to me. Perhaps, she was nice. But her husband turned out to be a nightmare. He grabbed me, tossed me on the floor and ripped my clothes off. But his wife just stood there frozen. She seemed scared of her husband. Too scared to help me. And I understood.

I Almost Died on New Year’s Eve

While her husband force fucked my ass and my cunt, she looked at me with eyes that told me she felt bad she could not help me. Her husband appeared to be a very violent man who enjoys preying on women. I tried to fight him. But he had strength and size on his side. For a bit, I thought I might die. He had more than just rape phone sex fantasies for me. He wanted to snuff me out. It seemed to me that he wanted to ring in the new year killing a bitch. And he almost did.

While his hands started to choke me, he thrust his cock in my ass. I passed out a few times. And when I did, he slapped me awake. However, the last time he slapped me awake, his wife hit him on the head with something, saving my life. But in saving my life, she put her life in danger. Clearly her man is a sadist. I pleaded with her to run with me. She could stay with my family until she could get her own place. But she had other plans. She gave me the keys to their car so I could get home.

I was not even behind the wheel of their car when I heard the gunshot. And I can only assume she killed the man who almost ended my life. Worst New Year’s Eve of my life. But not sure what was worse. Almost dying or realizing my family never called the police or even worried about me when I never came home.