I enjoy a good kidnapping phone sex fantasy. Do you? So much variety. One of my favorites is when I am out somewhere like jogging or coming back from the mall and I get taken in broad daylight. I did one the other night that left my pussy dripping. I was taking back some Christmas gifts and I was unaware I was being stalked. I am never sure when guys are checking me out unless they are blunt. I was at my car opening the trunk when I realized some one was behind me. He pushed me into my trunk and drove off in my car. I was fighting and screaming. I was being kidnapped in my own car. It felt like an eternity in that trunk. When we stopped, I started pounding on the trunk and yelling, hoping some one would hear me. No one would hear me. We were in the middle of nowhere. He dragged me out of my trunk, across the gravel road and into the rundown shack. It looked like something out of an 80s horror summer camp movie. It felt like one too. He tied me to the bottom of a bunk bed. The mattress smelled of mold and piss. He left me there and came back later with some men. They did not speak to me directly. They talked about me like I was not there. They were negotiating prices. It was a bidding war. I feared this was a sex trafficking scheme. A price was reached, and I was handed over to a fat foreign man. He immediately shoved me on my knees and forced his fat hairy dick in my mouth. I was crying and struggling, but he bought me to force fuck me. He was not the only one either. All day long my kidnapper took money from men who paid to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with me. I was sodomized, fucked and covered in cum. Some men were rougher than others. Most of them slapped me around and called me names. I tried to escape in my head, but the reality was too bleak to forget. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and I think it is certain that I am here to stay. My life will never be the same. I am now nothing more than a sex slave.
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Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy
Evil Phone Sex Winter’s Hunt For Fuck Prey
Evil Phone Sex Winter’s hunt for sweet pussy prey was my Winter’s Solstice celebration. Fuck your Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukkah, and whatever other fucking religious celebration you indulge in. Yet, here you are committing so many God Damned sins you would burn a fucking Bible just by touching it. You know the desire goes beyond fantasy rape and murdering sweet fuck meat. You are the embodiment of a fucking perverted heathen! I am eager to welcome you into the dark side my friend. This pandemic has stirred some dark fetishes and fantasies in folks and I am here for that outlet. You have too much time in that head and on the internet and now you need some hot sexy coaxing of those filthy dark desires of Sadisticly delicious Snuff sex. Sweet fuck meat bald pussy’s and assholes. Oh I do know how a pervert serial killer loves the tight fuckableness of a little baby girl asshole. It’s always one hole with the most tearing and the most most seminal fluid is found in the anus cavity. You want to experience what those predators experienced, don’t you? You want to do it smart though. I am here to play as accomplice in guiding you in just how to go about it. The world is overpopulated, after all. It’s all about Balance.
Cannibalism Phone Sex Christmas
I had a cannibalism phone sex meal for Christmas. Jealous? I captured my holiday meal a few weeks ago. I found a young teen girl. Those young girls taste better than veal. Sometimes, the younger girls are the tastiest. That is because they do not have tattoos or body piercings yet. They definitely do not have Botox or anything fake in their bodies like saline bags for tits yet. That is the problem with kidnapping an older woman for a meal nowadays. You are what you eat. I do not want to eat botulism, neuro toxins or plastic, yet most girls over 21 have something like that in their bodies. This girl was all natural. Her natural hair color, the boobs she was born with and nothing injected into her face. She was easy to take too. I snatched her up in a crowded mall and no one came looking for her. Well, they did not come looking for her in my basement. I am sure they looked in the basements of all the registered sex offenders in my community though. There is no evidence of the girl I kidnapped. I am smarter than Jeffrey Dahmer. I do not play with my food either. I took this girl and I fattened her up, so she would be succulent come Christmas. I also seasoned her to perfection. I basted her the day before so her skin would be tender. Seasoning is always the key to a perfect meal. I cooked her for hours. I had to use a huge pan. I put in some mushrooms, carrots and baby potatoes. Just like a pot roast. A very special pot roast fit for a taboo phone sex queen. I had a few friends over to eat. Friends with the same acquired taste for flesh that I have. I sent them home with leftovers in Tupperware containers. I ground the bones up this morning and mixed it into some raw hamburger meat and it fed to the coyotes. I am afraid there is nothing left of that girl. At least nothing left that that will ever be found because when I hunt of a meal, I use all my catch.
Satanic Killer Phone Sex Wedding
We worship the One true one, Our lord Satan, We fell in love over killer phone sex. I knew our love of murdering helpless young ones and their mothers would have to be included in our wedding. It wasn’t until the ceremony with my beloved that I knew why he asked me to wear white. He says it was because our sadistic love is pure, and we will never conform.
He is my deep and bloodthirsty lover as we said our vows, We promised an enteral love filled with torturing other worthless souls and taking by force the virginity of as many girls and teens as we could. He would bring them to me and we would slaughter them together. I have never heard anything as poetic in all my life. We had the usual, never leaving the toilet seat up and I would cook him homemade cannibalism meals and devote my life to his sadistic cocks pleasures.
Then he called for the tots to be brought up as sacrifice. Mothers tied up screaming for those sweet young offspring! I plunged my knife in small hearts to bind myself to my husband in a satanic ritual. He loved making me happy and after each tyke was killed he would slice the corresponding mothers neck, drenching me with mother and offspring blood! He said I was never prettier as he kissed my face and lips to taste the blood off me. And of course the Blasphemy sex is out of this world with my new husband. We fucked right there in that open forest for our guest to see how much we enjoy killing and fucking!
I love you you baby! You are my Demon for eternity!
A Young Pain Slut; Fucking Teen Pussy
My cunt gets a little drippy whenever I get hurt. I like snuff sex you could day. I noticed it first, as a young slut, while I was in class. I accidentally sat in my chair the wrong way and really hurt my little pussy. As the teacher lectured on, I realized how fucking wet I was getting! I had never been wet before, as I was still an innocent beauty. My cunt still throbbed, hurting, but also pulsing inside and making me so horny! My pretty angel hands wandered up my skirt, and i found a little button between my butterfly lips. Every time I bumped it, I felt like I was going to pee my sweet young panties! It was my clit, and I kept poking and flicking it, trying not to gasp. I couldn’t help it, I started grinding against my hand! My class surely noticed! My teacher did too. He asked me to stay after class. I was so embarrassed, and still so soaking wet! I was sitting in a puddle of my own excitement. After all the other students left, confused as to why I’d been dancing in my seat, he called me up to his desk. I sat on his desk, and my teacher taught me exactly what my clit was for. He hurt me too, pinching my nipples with the staple remover, and spanking my pussy with the ruler. Want to know how he made me cum for the first time? Let’s have some hot teen phone sex. I’ll spill the beans.
Snuff Sex Pain Slut
Snuff sex pain slut is the only way I feel worthy and alive. It’s been an exciting journey since the accident. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a leg amputated. After watching Crash I can’t help but love the idea of fucking in a car speeding down a highway and getting in a wreck as things got hotter and heavier. I wonder what it would be like to cum as the hard cold steel collides jolting our existence into that zero space. You know, not quite dead but hanging on the thread of being resuscitated. I want to feel that seed pump explosively inside of my as that corner of steel punctures my flesh. The glass battering me as the body of a pedestrian slams against the windshield. I want to know how hard I would cum in that instance of piercing pain and shock. It’s one of the hottest fantasies. I am also thinking how hot it would be to awaken and find out my leg was crushed and they had to amputate it. I want to be awake as they saw through the bone and flesh. I am rubbing my cunt furiously over this.
Christmas Slaughter
I started with one house, on the edge of the development. Before the week was through, I had snuffed out at least one bimbo whore, young slut, or dirty Daddy in every house within a block radius. People were terrified. I switched to the other side of town, slaughtering a street in a night. I was getting faster, more profound and creative with my maliciously sadistic murders. Every dawn, I was creeping into my crypt and playing with my Murderess pussy until at least noon. I would edge myself, and relive each and every life I snuffed out. It made me dripping wet, knowing I caused the last beat of their heart.
What I needed was a Christmas finale, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t deliver. I recreated the nativity scene on the lawn of the church, all butchered and bloodied, with sweet innocent Jesus played by the Mayor’s little angel himself. Let me tell you how excited everyone got when they found my blasphemous, sick little scene. I sat in a window nearby, cumming again and again as I watched the horrified looks and grief spread through the crowd as they identified their relatives in my mutilation Christmas miracle.
Torture Sex Fuck Doll Geneva
It’s true, I was given to a sadistic sex predator as a Living Torture sex fuck doll. The gift tag attached stated I was disposable and to have fun. I was purchased and sent to this felon escapee that was hiding out. He was a sexual predator serial killer and loved Barbie types. He has murdered too many for him to even keep track. Picking up girls online dating sites was the start, then he needed something more and started whore hunting. He would stalk drunk college aged chicks from the clubs that were all dolled up for fucking. He claims he just gave them what they craved. The attention and the cock and to be tortured and put to death. These chicks were nothing but trash anyway. The very same was true about me. The fact that I got wet and moaned as he fantasy raped my holes made him even meaner. He didn’t want me to derive pleasure. I cried and begged even just to get more pain. He put cigarette burns on my nipples, my clit and even my ass. I still wanted more. He sliced off my nipples, sliced my clit and ejaculated on my bloodied sliced up parts and I still came. I am lucky he has allowed me to live. He just couldn’t get off with someone like me and put me to the streets.
I Looked Like An Angel As I Rode That Preacher’s Cock
Daddy always tells me I look like an angel so we decided to crash some midnight masses this Christmas. We headed to the local church and daddy entered me into their nativity play. I was an angel of course. But for this play I was an angel sent from hell, with my only goal to get that preachers dick hard and fuck him and of course, whatever else daddy wanted to do to him. We arrived and I attached my wings over and outfit and went into his office. Once there I removed that silly angel gown and stood before him in only my wings and panties. He tried to resist; he really did. But I am persistent and besides, I aim to always please daddy. As that poor preacher got up and tried to put my costume back on me Daddy appeared through the door. The look of fright the guy had on his face was priceless. I told him that this archangel was here to milk him. He tried to get through the door but daddy held him in place. I went to him and removed his pants, pushed him in the chair and started rubbing his cock. He was nice and hard and then I straddled him and rode him. As he delivered his seed inside me tears ran down his face. He called us sinners and devils. I laughed and bit my lip as daddy took his knife and slit his through. We left him with his pants down and blood flowing.
Ass Rape Porn Star for My Teen Sons
A little ass rape porn for Christmas? Fuck mommy’s ass hard for Christmas morning? That is what happened this morning. I had been up all-night partying and wrapping presents. My horny boys found my coke. They have never done it before. They are only young teen boys. It changed them. I was needing some sleep before their father woke up. They had other plans. My sweet young boys turned into vile perverts who wanted nothing more than to sodomize mommy’s ass. They pinned me down in front of the tree and took turns slamming their cocks into my ass. I tried to scream, but they shoved my panties in my mouth. They were joking about making mommy their bitch. They accused me of being a cock tease as they ravaged my back side. I was face down in the carpet, getting rug burns as my boys forced their cocks into my holes. Man, this was a side I had never seen before. I knew it was the coke. But did the coke turn them into little monsters, or did it just accentuate latent feelings they have had for their mommy whore. I had a problem on my hands. My sons were owning their mommy, especially her ass. Cocks in my ass raw. No salvia, no lube. Just rough young hard dicks in mommy’s ass for Christmas. I was crying and I was in pain. I was high, but not high enough because I felt my ass bleeding. They were laughing at me. My own sons high as kites and being horrible to their mother on Christmas. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for your own mother? In the moment, I did not think it was hot that my sons were fucking my ass. In hindsight, once the pain subsided, I cannot stop thinking about what they did to me.