Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy… Not

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I just moved to this apartment. They don’t know my nasty desires of being fucked, taken and made to do whatever he wants. Here, their souls are fresh. My pussy twitches thinking about my hunger being fed. Feeling confident I would have plenty of victims I can have spank my juicy ass, quickly turned into my kidnapping phone sex fantasy turned real. Walking to school a car followed me. This happens all the time. I wear my skirts short, and no panties and my nipples are always hard and wanting. A man jumps out the car and slap me, knocks me out and pulling me in. when I woke, I was in this house with another girl. A man comes in the room and walks over to me. You’re awake? Good you’ve been sold. I must get you ready for your new Master. Without warning he slaps me and rips my clothes off leaving me standing there naked. He grabs me up spanking my ass the whole time then tie my hands up, leaving me standing in from of him with my hands bound over my head. I love nigger whores they don’t bruise easy and they’re so juicy. Stick your tongue out. I didn’t move fast enough, and he spanked me ass again. Look at it. See, juicy. Now I said, stick your tongue out now you black slut. I stick my wet long tongue out.

He takes my tongue into his mouth sucking it like it was my clit. My pussy started dripping. Reaching down feeling my pussy he smiles. See, juicy every time. He goes behind me and spanks me this time really hard. “Its going to be fun breaking you in. Fuck I may keep you for myself. Do you know why you’re here? Why this is all happening to you? No, I don’t, I say. You’re here because Master wants you. He wants a nigger to control, fuck and kill. You will be his 13th and final nigger slut whore. He’s fucked and killed; you know how many? 12 I say, 12 before me. Oh, you’re a sexy and smart nigger. Good he likes that for some reason. He releases my arms. Get over here and make my cock hard. I must send you dripping and open. Master doesn’t like no virgins. He wants a nigger ass slutty cunt like you. Get here now. I walk over and get on my knees. I take his hard throbbing cock in my mouth and suck him in deep. Taking my nails and digging them into his back, bringing him closer to me. Fuck I’m about to cum. I know you are; I suck the best cock. Bringing him even closer with my nail he starts to bleed all over me. Fuck you going to make me cum you black cunt. I’m going to do more then that. I take his long fat cock deeper down my long tight throat. Oh, my imma cumming. As he sprays all his cum down my supernatural throat. Grabbing my throat tight, he exploded. Fuck are you real? Laying there he doesn’t move. I’m not sure if he’s dead or alive, but I don’t wait to find out. I ran to the door to leave, but there he is standing there and he’s not happy.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.

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Lets make some Ass rape porn I just want to watch a tight young ass being ripped open. You are as sadistic as my Dad. He would bone any little fuck slut he could get his hands on. I’d walk into the house sometimes and my Dad had a naked young slut bound. He started pulling his cock out and as he did so “You came home just in time. And my Dad loved knowing his dick was bigger than the majority of the men I brought home. And the fact that he only fucked young sluts. Those bitches that need to see his big dick.

They quickly learn that the only part of him they will ever see required giving away their snot nosed kids Those little people couldn’t have mattered, right? In fact, the younger it was for my dad cock the better. He needed to look into their tear-stained faces while he tore open those perfect little asses. MOM Would be so ashamed and turned on both at the same time! Just like me now. The way my dad was slamming his cock into those tight holes used to have me creaming. Even filled it for My daddy a few times. Then when I do, I rub my clitty.

I zoom in for you as your makes teen slut’s asshole gape wide open and finger myself crazy. She is finally out after collapsing from the assault, my cunty fucking spits all over me as I finger her. My Dad, the one who enjoyed that information so much he had me talk about his Rape phone sex fantasies. So I fingers my junk as you got head from that stupid 18 year old whore/ who let herself get inside your car. “Fuck yeah, that feels really good… “Shes gonna milk me dirty, gotta keep her wit my around lil longer” you groan through gritted teeth as you tear open her asshole.

Blasphemy sex hails our Dark Lord in the ultimate way

Blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex is my ultimate indulgence, my ultimate act of rebellion. There’s something incredibly empowering about hailing our Dark Lord in the most vulgar and explicit way possible, about embracing the forbidden and reveling in it. It’s a feeling of freedom, of liberation, of breaking free from the chains of societal norms and expectations.

It feels so good to say Fuck. God. Come on, say it with me while your stroke your cock, Fuck God! Oh it’s is a privilege for my pussy to squirt to Satan. I would do anything and everything to please the one true Master. I know he likes it messy, the bloodier the better. By the end of our fun I am coated head to toe in gore and cum.

Sweet sweet gore for all the demons of hell. The demon of lust came to one of our Snuff sex rituals and blasted my holes into oblivion. Asmodeus, the King of Demons, filled my pussy and asshole with all of his cocks. Yes, the King has multiple cocks and they are all hard and thick. I sacrificed a little baby girl pussy and I was rewarded with a fuck of a lifetime.

I can still feel the demon’s sperm swimming inside me. It would be an honor to be a breeding whore for the King of Demons, I know Lucifer will be proud at what a good mommy whore I will be. It’s all for him, fuck god, god’s dead, more like god’s never been there, has he? That fat monster cock is my savior. Hail Satan!

 

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Let Me Swallow Your Cock in a Haunted House

Most horny pervs don’t start with rock hard cocks for snuff sex. You were one of the nice ones at first. Until the haunted house. An evil serial kidnapper used to use this place to torture slutty girls here, but one of his victims escaped and snuffed him out in the middle of the living room. You were there to take pictures of me in the house and to be my prop cock. I wanted pictures of me swallowing a cock in the middle of the living room. 

I felt the spirit’s presence the moment we got there. And so did you. As soon as you stepped into the living room, the evil poltergeist took over your body. I was too excited to swallow your cock to notice. Or see when you picked up a rusty switch blade and put it in your pocket. I found the perfect spot on the rug. It was right next to a huge blood stain. I looked up at you and grabbed you by your belt. I was pulling your pants down so fast. Then I pulled out my phone and handed it to you. 

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The camera started rolling and you grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me towards your cock. You fucked my throat so hard I couldn’t even swallow spit. It spilled all over my tits while I pushed at your thighs to get you to stop. You’d never been rough before so what the hell is wrong with you. You dropped the camera and pulled out the knife. You pulled my head back and then with one swift motion you slit my throat. I fell choking on my own blood right next to the phone. I was just able to crawl over the phone. 

You climbed on top of me and lifted my head. The blood gushing out of my neck and onto the phone. Your cock was still hard and my asshole was the most painful hole for you to force your cock in. You squeezed your cock into my raw ass. I couldn’t even scream. The blood was filling my lungs while you filled my shithole with that sick, possessed cock. You filled my ass with cum, and the ghost shot out of your body too. You were left there covered in my blood with your cock in my ass. 

Accomplice Phone Sex Babe Finds Cathartic Release in Ball Busting

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex has not always been my forte. Once upon a time, I starred in snuff films and had an owner. A few owners. But if the seedy world of snuff and extreme BDSM taught me anything it was how to survive. Survived my father’s abuse. Survived one abusive man after another. I survived underground snuff flicks. And I survived my last master, who killed all his former slaves. You learn to be scrappy in this seedy world.

And now, I serve as an accomplice for perverted men like you. However, sometimes, I get to give back some of the torture and pain men inflicted on me. Perhaps not to the man who deserve it, but to some loser. When I met Edward, I thought it was a chance meeting. But he planned it. Saw me weeks ago at this local coffee house I walk to every morning, and he recognized me from my snuff porn days. A fanboy of sorts.

When he asked me out, I did not yet realize he was a fanboy. At dinner he told me. And he told me he long fantasized about cock and ball torture from a blonde goddess. At first, I felt disappointed. Handsome man. Appeared educated and sophisticated too. Great job. Awesome car. Potential boyfriend material. However, he seemed only interested in what I could do to his cock. Not for his cock. To his cock.

It Feels Great to Take My Anger Out on Some Man’s Cock and Balls

When he told me he would pay anything if I would trample and mutilate his cock, he piqued my curiosity. How could I say no. I tossed out a number, thinking we would negotiate down. But he said no problem. No haggling occurred. Hey, if a man wants to pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I take the money and destroy that dick. I find it cathartic release for all the shit men put me through in my life.

We stopped at my place so I could grab my sounding device, spiked heels and castration band. My guess, Edward woke up the next day with major regret. Not only did I chemically castrate him, but I also mutilated his manhood. Destroyed it. Left him in a pool of tears and blood with a dick that looked like raw hamburger. Maybe not the date I had hoped for, but I sure did turn lemons into lemonade.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies At The Strip Club

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Sometimes murder phone sex fantasies are closer to reality than people think. All someone needs is an idea that creates a spark in the mind and the gears start turning. The Sins R 4-Ever club is one of the most popular places in town especially for bachelor parties. I’ve loved every day of working there because guys view me as a stupid ,drugged out whore but they always get a final hoorah before getting married. Tonight, I will be part of the bachelor party for a high profile developer. It’s his third marriage, but who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky. He paid thousands for this night and I’m gonna give him his money’s worth in the VIP room. He had his fill of his group party in the main room and now, it’s up to me to give him a grand send off. He asks if we can get another bottle of champagne, while I’m giving him my best Shakira moves and losing my bra to show off my huge tits. His face gets buried between them immediately as our champagne arrives. I turn around and bend over, pulling my skinny thong to the side to show a peek of pussy. I can see how hard he’s getting as I turn around and he puts the glass to my lips. I take a sip of Dom and kiss him deeply, as he sucks it out of my mouth. “Chelsea, you know I wanna fuck you. My wedding is three weeks away. Let me bury my dick in you so deep, it feels like it’s coming out of your belly button!”. He laughed so hard as he snorted another line and I laughed too. “Oh honey”, I said, “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight. I can’t wait to get your thick cock and ride it”.

Brad was all high, worked up and ready and so was I. I sat in his lap, grinding my bare ass on his half open pants. He groaned a little and whipped his dick out. Then he told me he forgot condoms. I told him I had some. I reached into my little clutch bag and pulled out a Magnum. I carefully unwrapped it, put the tip in my mouth and leaned over to slide it onto his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips, as I slid it down onto his fat cock. I teased him a little, then rubbed the tip against my pussy. Facing him, I started to ride it slowly. He said it felt so fucking hot–my cunt was on fire! I giggled and told him that’s what he paid for. The more frenzied I became, bouncing on his fuck pipe, the more he groaned. I noticed he was sweating profusely. “Brad. Are you okay?”, I cooed. He nodded and said he felt so good that he was about to blow his fucking rich boy spunk for me. I started fucking his pole harder and he began to gasp for air. I felt his dick spasm a bit then he lost consciousness. I got up off of him and took the condom with me. I immediately went to the manager and told him that I thought we needed to call 911. I even cried a little, acting like a clueless slut. I was told to take the rest of the night off which I did. On the drive home, I knew they’d never know Brad was poisoned. The condom was an ingenious idea. To think, he really got fucked to death.

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I was walking alone along a dark street, feeling a bit more tipsy than I normally do. The night was a warm and quiet one too. So decided to skip the Uber and just walk home from the bar.

At least, that was the plan.

I feel hands grab me from behind. And another set grab my feet. I freeze for a moment as I’m not sure what’s going on. And then, I start to scream when I realize I’m no longer alone. One of their hands goes over my mouth and I hear the whisper in my ear “that’s not gonna help you. Just shut up and take what’s coming to you, bitch”

I try to fight a little more, feeling my heart pumping out of my chest. As I struggle, their hands grip harder. Feeling the biting of their nails in my skin, I keep struggling. I’m a fighter, and I’m not backing down.

I get pulled into the alley way, where I get a better picture now of these two entities. Big guys, they were. And they start ripping my clothing off. No care what really comes off, just that it’s off. I try grabbing at what they are taking off, but one of them grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

I try kicking this time, but the other one who was pulling my clothes of is now pinning my legs to the ground. “You want to kick, fucking kick with a broken leg” he says, as I feel a snap in my knee. I scream in pain, no longer really fighting as that new sensation is going through my brain.

As the pain starts to subside slightly, I refocus and realize my clothing is in shreds on the ground, and I’m naked. One of them is already inside of my pussy, pumping away hard as I feel the sharp pains instead of the pleasure I’m used to. I feel wet, but I don’t think it’s that juicy sweetness I have naturally.

As his cock continues to ripe more of my cunt as he keeps going, the other still pinning my arms down. I can feel the cold street below me scraping my back, causing small cuts to form. Looking up for a moment, I can the one holding me see get a snide grin on his face. A sadistic glint to his eyes.

“I really hate hearing you scream. Let’s fix that shit now” He pulls out a long blade from his pants. Placing the sharp steel to my throat, he slices. Deep. I start gargling on the blood entering my throat, trying to breath. He keeps slicing more, opening up my trachea more. I can see he’s now looking at it lustfully, like it’s another fuck hole.

I feel him slide his thick dick into my opened up throat, and struggle to not convulse from the sheer agony. Using my blood as his own personal lube for the deep throating action he wanted. Thrusting hard and cutting off any way for me to breath.

As I begin to expire from blood loss, I can still hear them giggling at their mess. My last conscious thought is feeling both of them cum in my destroyed body at the same time.

Rena Gets Wet and Nasty With Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sexFantasy Phone Sex plays through my head every day making my cunt wet. As I lay in bed, my mind wanders to the darker side of desire. The thought of being taken by a dominant man, completely under his control, fills me with both fear and arousal. In this fantasy, he’s not just any man – he’s someone who will take my life as well as claim my body. His touch is electric; every caress sends shivers down my spine while also making me tremble with anticipation for what comes next.

He begins by binding me tightly, ensuring that there’s no escape from his grasp or the fate that awaits me. He gags me so I can only whimper and moan softly as he explores every inch of my flesh with his rough hands and eager lips. He takes pleasure in teasing each sensitive spot until they are on edge before moving onto another area to torment further still. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally positions himself between my legs and thrusts inside without warning or mercy – filling me up completely despite how small I am compared to him.

The pain mixes with the pleasure creating an intense cocktail of sensations coursing through every fiber of being; it’s almost too much but somehow just right at the same time because this isn’t about love or affection – it’s about power play and ultimate submission on both our parts . With each forceful stroke deeper into my core ,I feel myself growing wetter around him signaling how much I crave more even though deep down knowing this could very well be our last dance together .

As we reach climax together (or perhaps multiple times ), he whispers dark promises into my ear about what comes next – ending me forever in a way that only he can do. His words send shivers down my spine but also ignite a fire within me; I want him to claim every part of me before taking away my life force completely.

Afterward, he ties off both ends of a silk scarf around my neck and begins to pull it tightly shutting off air supply slowly suffocating me while maintaining eye contact until the very end when our gazes finally break as unconsciousness takes over . The feeling of being both violated and desired intensifies as death approaches – almost like an orgasm without release except this time there won’t be any coming back from it . Just before losing consciousness ,I feel his hot seed filling up inside again signaling one last act of dominance even in death .

In this twisted erotic snuff fantasy ,the line between pleasure and pain blurs making for an experience unlike any other ; leaving behind only memories etched deep within our souls forever.

Starring in Snuff Movies in Exchange for Coke and Oxy

snuff moviesWomen like me prefer to watch snuff movies then star in them.  However, women like me never have a say in the matter. And when I say women like me, I mean druggy, subby whores. When I need a fix, I subject myself to relentless torture. Just ask my son what a stupid cunt I am when it comes to coke.

I have a fellow soccer mom who appears hooked on Oxy pills. Hurt her back last year in a car accident. And ever since they prescribed her Oxy, she wants more. But all the doctors cut her off. I took her to see this dealer I know. In the past, I used to frequent him often. However, I had no intention of being this guy’s druggy gangbang rape porn star. But, when he saw me again, he told us that the only way for her to score free oxy would be to make a homemade movie together.

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And in a dumb cunt moment, I thought he meant he just wanted to see us play together. Two soccer moms getting it on together can be very hot for plenty of men. But he meant we should make a movie with him and his 12 pals. When I tried to leave saying, for once, this was not about me needing coke, he grabbed a fist full of my fiery red hair and tossed me to the floor. Another guy did the same to my friend. Before we could try to get up, a gang of horny, aggressive men pinned us down.

They ripped our clothes off and started fucking us. All holes got stuffed, sometimes double and triple stuffed. Burly, heavy, hairy men just grunted and thrust their dicks inside our fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. However, they did not seem done with us yet. They pissed down our throats, choked us, slapped us and made us eat their dirty, hairy shit holes. Gag. But druggy taboo phone sex whores rarely remain in control of their lives.

My friend got the Oxy she needed. And I got some coke for my troubles. So, I guess the torture was not all for nothing.