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Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

Careless Cunt Transforms Snuff Sex to Torture

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I grazed Sir’s cock with my tooth tonight. Just a tiny scrape while I was deep throating him, but he felt it. His hand fisted my hair and he pulled me off, eyes dark.

“You know what happens when you use teeth, pain slut.”

My stomach dropped. I hate this punishment more than anything. I stripped and bent over the bench, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing everything. My hole clenched under his stare.

Sir loves watching my shitter move and swell. He says it’s the most honest part of me. The belt came down hard, right on my exposed asshole. The crack echoed and I screamed. Again. And again. Each strike landed dead center, the leather biting into that tender ring, making it puff and twitch. I felt it swell, burning hot, every nerve screaming.

“Please, Sir! I’m sorry! It hurts so bad!”

He kept whipping until I was sobbing, tears soaking the bench, my hole throbbing and red. Only then did he step behind me.

“Now you get what you really need.”

He shoved his cock in dry, forcing past my swollen, sore asshole in one brutal thrust. I wailed as he stretched the punished flesh, pounding deep into my guts while he growled in my ear.

“Take it, you worthless hole. This is what happens to stupid sluts who can’t suck cock right. Your shitter belongs to me. Cry all you want. I’m not stopping until I fill this ruined ass.”

He fucked me hard and mean until he came, pumping his load deep inside my battered hole. I lay there wrecked, hole gaping and leaking, knowing I’d do it again just to feel this.

Torture sex stuffing his cock with my steel

Torture sex, torture sexI been wanting some cock torture for weeks! So, this weekend my boyfriend and I went out to get our next victim! We went to the bar, and I found the perfect subject! I spiked his drink when he was talking with my boyfriend and about 20 minutes in, he was all mine! He was already drooling over me, but little did he know I was going to be the one drooling and leaving from my cunt once he sees what I am going to do to his cock! He willingly came home with us thinking we were all going to fuck. Hahahaha Once we got in the door, I wasted no time and got him undressed. His dick was throbbing for me. Perfect for what I am going to do! I started to suck his cock to distract him and that’s when my boyfriend handcuffed him to the chair. He started to panic a little but my mouth on his cock was a good distraction and he thought we were just getting kinky. Once we had his legs bound, I took my mouth off his dick and his was harder than before. That’s when I pulled out my rods and he quivered and cried out no pleaseee once he knew what I was going to do! My little cunt is dripping down my thighs as I pull the first rod out and grab his cock head splitting his slit open as I insert the first one he screams but I have no mercy. Still, plenty of room for another and another. There was a total of four when I started to see blood ooze from his dick mixed with his precum that was dripping down his stuffed cock! I gave his balls a good squeeze and lifted them up so that I could fuck his ass with my strapon! That’s when my boyfriend got behind me and started fucking me! The whole time pinching the head of his cock while I fucked him, so the rods would not slip out. I came so fucking hard listening to his little whimpers as I fucked his ass while his cock was stuffed with cold steel!

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Mutilation phone sex-I’ll make the fuck holes, you fuck them

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex has been prepped for you, Sir. I got the right bitch, she thought her shit didn’t stink, but I made sure she smelled it.

I stuck so many holes in her just like you asked. Poor girl missed her bus, but thought she found a new friend in me. I buttered her up until the point I had her shackled.

She’s young, dumb, and ready for your cum!

The little bitch was eating out of my hand when I gave her a basic amount of attention. However, when I told her about how she would get a Mommy and Daddy to love her forever, she willingly got naked and let me chain her up.

While I was waiting for your arrival, I was making all kinds of fuck holes. I think it will get me really wet when I guide your cock in her rib cage. The dumb little cunt will cry out for Mommy, and I’ll make her gag on your bloody cock. The dumb little bitch will learn to love the flavor of it. I stabbed her enough to think she could still make it out of here. So, I want you to give her a Torture sex beating of a lifetime!

Your cock looks so good covered in gore. Mommy is gonna suck it off and put it in a new fuck hole. The tightest hole I’ve made. Right at the bottom of the neck. I’ll slam your cock in it and finger my pussy until you fuck that bitch’s head off.

Domination Phone Sex Lets Me Explore My Revenge Fantasies for James, The Boy Who Broke My Heart

domination phone sexAs a sexy switch, I never mind exploring domination phone sex fantasies. The beauty of a snuff site like this includes being able to fantasize about anything even getting revenge on an old sweetheart. I met James in college. And I liked him so much. Honestly, I gave him every indication that I wanted to date him. However, he never picked up on it. And when he picked up on it finally, it felt too late. He graduated from college. And left me behind.

He tried reconnecting with me after he left college, but I shut him out. I had to. I did not want him breaking my heart once again. And I thought we had something special, but he took far too long to realize it. A girl can’t wait forever, can she. So, when he reached out to me out of the blue, I hatched a devious plan to get my revenge. And my revenge involved some cock and ball torture sex.

We agreed to meet for dinner. And I brought along something to drug his food. He always thought I was a sweet innocent girl next-door type of woman. So, he would never suspect that his rejection turned me into an evil bitch. Although we did reminisce about the good old days, I could see that he wanted me and that he regretted the way things ended. But I moved on. Well, sort of moved on. I have been letting my anger and resentment fester for decades.

I’ve Had Years to Think About Revenge

By the time we got back to my place, the drugs I put into his food kicked in. He pretty much passed out on me. Which is what I wanted. I needed time to tie him up and strip him naked. When he woke up, he found himself tied naked to a bed in a dark room with no windows and only candlelight. I built a dungeon in my house to keep him prisoner. He seemed perplexed and baffled at why I did this. And I explained to him I should’ve had a much different life if we had only met sooner. Or perhaps if he picked up on my love language back in the day.

He didn’t understand and wanted to know where the sweet girl he once knew went. And I told him he killed her. Now it felt right to get revenge. While tied up, I sat on his face and suffocated him with my muff. Squeezed my thighs so tightly against his head that I felt like I could crush it. It forced him to lick me like pussy eating was an Olympic sport. Well, he literally licked me for his life. I squeezed his balls and twisted them with my long red fingernails. And I definitely left a mark.

The Girl James Once Knew is Long Gone By Now

He killed the old me. Turned me into a bad ass bitch who gets revenge on the men who wronged her. But I debated my own self about what to do with him. I could’ve killed him and he knows that. However, I decided to keep him prisoner in my basement for all eternity. He’s not without certain skills. The kind of skills that women need occasionally need. Whenever I need to orgasm, I can pull him out of his cage and force him to worship me like a good puppy dog.

Honestly, when he reached out to me after all these years, I thought about killing him. I truly harbored murder phone sex fantasies for my old college sweetheart. And now he will be my eternal prisoner. He will serve as my sex slave. And as stress relief. Anytime I feel overwhelmed, I can go downstairs and squeeze his balls. In fact, I think he might like that. But I know he will like licking me whenever I need licked, which is often. The innocent love lorn coed disappeared. We can enjoy a new relationship now. But this time, I’m in charge.

Sadistic phone sex fantasies are some of my favorites!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Sadistic Phone Sex fantasies are some of my favorites.

I love inflicting pain on you.

You get to watch my eyes light up with every slap I give you.

Every slap across your face makes my nipples hard and sends a shiver up my spine.

I’ll start gently at first, but you know you’re going to feel my pain.

Every whip, I increase my strength.

I want to see red marks all across your body.

My pussy starts dripping at the sight of you, on your knees begging me to stop.

You pathetic little fuck. You are right where you belong, under me, looking up in fear.

Cower and whimper for me, baby.

You’re a sad little bitch getting completely dominated by a sexy ass woman!  

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come Alive with the Right Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasiesYou can admit your murder phone sex fantasies to me. I have them too. And I have them in droves. Every day that passes, I meet some jackass or some cunt I want to slaughter. And sometimes I enjoy an accomplice for that or sometimes I’m doing it solo. However, yesterday I killed with my young protégé. I’m grooming her, but not for the reason most perverts would groom her. I’m grooming her to be the kind of girl who can get away with murder.

I see so much of myself in this young girl. Full of anger and promise. I just need to teach her how to harness that anger. Normally, when somebody shares a history with a person who ends up dead, that person with the shared history becomes a suspect. That’s why I advocate using surrogates when possible. But sometimes a person just needs to die that much

This douche bag from her school deserved killer phone sex maybe even more than anybody else I’ve ever killed. My protégé told me about this boy from school who tortures animals, films it, and then shows it to a few classmates. Although I plan on going after the boy who enabled him, I wanted to focus on all my pain and rage out on this asshole perpetrator first.

Pick a Fair Fight Loser, Or Die

My protégé lured him to my cabin in the woods. She made it sound like they could torture animals together. Here’s the thing. I like animals more than people. When her classmates saw me, I think he realized he might be a goner. And that did seem to be my plan. I read him a list of his offenses and what I thought would be suitable punishment. We tortured him like he tortured animals. Plus, we filmed it and even live streamed his torture. The animal lovers and the folks with a conscience ate it up.

He deserved torture sex. And deserved the death that followed. We began with cutting his flesh, breaking his limbs, and sodomizing him with a jagged big dildo. The dildo from hell. This loser who could not pick a fair fight, died from blood loss. And hopefully pain too. I planned on dismembering him, but the loser died too quickly. I guess he can dish out the torture, but he can’t take it.

My brilliant protégé picked out a most deserving man. A man deserving of death and torture. In a poetic justice move, I fed him to the animals outside. It felt like they wanted to contribute to his death and torture. My protégé does hold a connection to this loser, so I protected her. And I covered my tracks well. Nobody will ever be able to prove she had anything to do with it. But I’m glad she agreed that anybody who tortures animals should get the death penalty. Of course, I want to be his executioner.

Snuff Sex is All Chelsea Craves

 

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I’m on my knees, face pressed into the filthy carpet, my wrists pinned behind my back by a grip like iron. The first one rams into my ass without warning—no lube, no mercy. I scream, but it’s drowned out by the jeers. He’s thick, splitting me open inch by inch, and I can feel every ridge of his cock tearing through my tightest hole. My nails dig into my palms as he fucks me like a piece of meat, his balls slapping wet against my cunt.

They take turns—no breaks, no tenderness. One shoves his cock down my throat while another replaces the first in my ass. I’m choking, gagging, my eyes watering as they use every hole with savage brutality. The second one in my ass is even bigger, stretching me past the point of pain into a numb, raw agony. He grabs my hips and pounds into me, grunting like an animal, his fingers digging bruises into my skin.

The room reeks of sweat, cum, and my own fear. I’m just a hole for them—a warm, tight place to dump their loads. When the first one cums deep inside me, it burns, thick and hot, leaking down my thighs. There’s no end. They just keep coming, laughing, their hands grabbing my hair, my tits, my ass. I’m their toy, bought and paid for, and they’ll break me before they’re done.

Torture Sex Is The Best Way of Snuffing a Bitch

I am Morticia, and my pleasure isn’t found in love or tenderness. Instead, it’s found in torture sex, and teens are the best fun for my prey. So, my business is simple: I provide the ultimate taboo for the wealthiest, most depraved men in the city. In fact, they pay me a fortune to curate the perfect demise. Therefore, I deliver a cinematic masterpiece of agony and ecstasy.
First, we scout for the most useless little cunt available. Usually, some naive girl who thinks she’s just stepping into a high-paying modeling gig. However, once she’s in my basement, the illusion shatters.
First, I strip her naked and chain her to the steel table. Ultimately, the cold metal bites into her soft skin. Moreover, I love the way she screams when she realizes there is no escape. In fact, her only destiny is to play to the hungry stares of the men standing behind the cameras.

Torture Sex is the Only Way to Truly Break a Bitch

Next, we begin the “preparation.”  Now, it’s time. So, I let the clients take turns ravaging her, their movements violent and devoid of mercy.
Now, I personally oversee her degradation and use. All while using jagged implements to carve reminders of her insignificance. Essentially, the soft canvas of flesh infuses darker needs. So, while she’s being pounded, her carving bleeds. And the mixture of blood, sweat, and semen creates a visceral slurry on the table. Therefore, it’s a cocktail of filth that fuels my arousal.
Most importantly, I watch her spirit fracture. While her pleas for mercy turn into guttural whimpers as we push her body to its absolute limit.
Furthermore, the climax is where the real art happens. As the men reach their peak, I introduce the final act of the snuff session. Whether it’s a slow strangulation that turns her face a bruised purple. Alternatively, a blade that silences her forever.  Critically, I make sure the camera captures every twitch of her dying nerves.
Finally, I stand over the lifeless husk of the girl. While a feeling of god-like power surged through me. Therefore, I collect my payment, and the footage is secured. All while knowing that for these men, the sight of a ruined, dead teen is the only thing that truly satisfies.
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