I have a kidnapping phone sex tale for you. I was out for a jog the other morning. It was chilly and foggy. I was jogging to my drug dealer. I don’t run for exercise. I run to get coke. I could hear a car tailing me. I figured the car was going slow because visibility was poor. I was struggling to see a few feet in front of me, so no doubt, so was the driver of the car. Suddenly, someone was on me. I felt a hand go around my mouth and pick me up off the ground with no effort. He tossed me in the back of the car and sped off. He was wearing a mask and there was a lady in the front seat with him. She was not exactly a lady. More like a teen girl. Perhaps my kidnapper’s daughter? I tried pleading with her and him. But neither spoke. The girl gave me a pleading look. It was like she was telling me to shut the fuck up with her eyes. We didn’t drive far. I couldn’t tell where we were because of the fog. The car pulled into a garage. He pulled me out of the backseat kicking and screaming. The girl took my feat. They tossed me like a discarded rug in the basement. I waited scared, wondering my fate. My masked kidnapper came downstairs to where I was being held captive. His daughter was with him. I still didn’t know what was going on. Then, it became clear. This was some strange initiation for the girl. She had to torture me. I could tell torture sex was not her nature. Her arm shook as she picked up a baseball bat and swung at me. She hit me in the back. Luckily, she hits like a girl. I cried in more pain than I was in but soon I was in real pain. She branded me. She used a taser on me. And, she fucked my cunt with a cattle prod. My flesh burned. I pissed myself and I started convulsing. My kidnapper praised her, as I laid on the floor in a pool of my piss and slobber. She was daddy’s accomplice and I was her first victim.
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