Category: Kidnapping phone sex

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

For Christmas Rena Is Offering Some Hot Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexYou know when you think of the perfect accomplice phone sex scenario, you are picturing a sexy Asian slut like myself doing the hard work for you.  I know the girls you like. The types of bubble butts that get that cock of yours throbbing hard.  The hair length that bounces just right pounding that tight cunt from behind.

You know attention to the details is what I’m best at.  I know what these girls we get are like before we ever rip their clothes off and tie them to the bed.  You often ask me how but I have my ways. Sometimes I’m looking through windows at them getting in showers.  Sometimes I’m zooming in on their slits in their leggings. Or finding ways to record them in public bathrooms.  I need to make sure they are perfect and primed by the time they get to being used to get your perfect cock what it deserves.

This Christmas, I am opening up my serices to get your family and friends the perfect little living sex doll.  Living for now that is, I don’t do returns, only the pickups. Whatever you do after you use them as your temporary cum dumps is never my problem. I just like seeing my hard work pay off when those hard cocks are penetrating those tight slut holes and stretching them out for the first time.

I’m usually already looking into my next accomplice victim when  you are pounding the current one all night. Because you get your moneys’ worth when you have visitors there that I bring to service that cock of yours.  Taking Viagra and staying up for days inside them.  They pass out many times and look limp as you are still using them as the fuck dolls they were intended to be when I brought them to you.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Layla Loving Her Space Invaded

Home Invasion Phone SexThe door swings open and I freeze, already trembling. Home invasion phone sex had always been my favorite, but this time it felt sharper, rougher, exactly what I craved.

He steps in, smirking, eyes scanning me like I’m property he can claim at any second. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping to my knees instantly, because this is what I’m good at and I don’t fight it anymore.

He laughs, low and dangerous, and grabs my hair, tilting my face toward him. “You really will let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trembling. “Anything.”

He enjoys it… the way I lean into him, the way I give up control, letting him see exactly how much I want to be taken advantage of. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver is proof I belong here, in this chaos, in his hands.

“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “So greedy, so weak… and you love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

He smirks and keeps me on my knees, laughing softly as I stay there, marked and trembling, desperate for more. I let him guide me, humiliate me, push me, and I lean into it because this is what I want… even if I shouldn’t.

Scared but enticed, I’m gasping, flushed, and completely used. I stay kneeling, quiet and grateful, letting him enjoy exactly what he’s taken.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t need to be cared for. I just need this… the control, the roughness, the feeling of being consumed.

And as long as I stay like this… helpless, greedy, and obedient… I don’t lose a thing.

Accomplice Phone Sex Takes the Edge off Holiday Stress

accomplice phone sexMen crave accomplice phone sex calls this time of year. And I understand. The holidays become stressful for so many of us. But if you ask me, I find there to be no better way to blow off the anxiety of the holidays, then kidnapping and torturing some little slut.

Brad and I go way back. He knows that I can help procure him something young, sweet, and tight. Not our first rodeo together. So, we met over the weekend, and we hunted together until we spotted the most adorable young girl playing at the park alone. We had an unseasonably warm day. And that made the perfect day to hunt because the little ones went outside to play for the first time in weeks.

When a man like Brad or you possess rape phone sex fantasies for young girls, I believe it’s important to hunt for the perfect subject first. That gives me time to understand her patterns and plot when to kidnap her. Since Monday started Christmas vacation for the schoolgirls and boys, I decided Monday while her parents were at work would be the perfect day to snatch her up.

She’s been in a cage in my basement waiting Brad‘s arrival. He showed up last night delighted that I found his perfect young victim. I could understand her appeal. Very sweet, innocent girl next-door type. And a virgin, no doubt too. I pulled her out of the cage, stripped her naked and tied her to this bench that’s perfect for force fucking young meat.

Girl Meat Helps Us Unwind for the Holidays

Now I gave him some options. I could keep her in my dungeon for a couple weeks. Let him really get his use out of her for a little bit more than the average price. Or sort of a one and done arrangement. Fuck the shit out of her and then I dispose of her. He decided he wanted to come back for more. Smart choice. Prolong the fun, right?

Last night he fucked her for about an hour. Then he needed to head home before the wife got suspicious. And I cleaned the girl up and gave her a Xanax to help with the pain. And Brad showed up at my place first thing this morning was Starbucks and a GoPro wanting to make a teen rape porn with our cute little captive.

He told me he has a lot of Christmas anxiety to work off. I’m not sure if this little morsel we kidnapped will make it through Christmas, but I’ll keep her alive as long as I can so he can continue to work off his stress. But maybe I can help you work off some stress too. She remains captive in my home. And possession is nine-tenths of the law, right?

Snuff Sex With Layla Loves The Control and Craves Commands

Snuff Sex

I lower my voice just enough to make you lean in, smiling because I know you’re already hooked. Snuff sex starts for me long before anything happens. It begins in the tease, the playful pause, the way my words brush against your thoughts and make you squirm a little.

I flirt while I lead, letting my tone dance between sweet and daring. I tell you you’re doing so good just listening, then I laugh softly and change the rules. I like keeping you guessing. Control feels better when it’s wrapped in charm, when you’re smiling even as you realize you’re following my lead without question.

I give you instructions like they’re secrets meant only for you. Nothing rushed, nothing sharp, just confident, steady guidance that makes you feel seen. I remind you how much I enjoy your attention, how cute it is when you hang on every word. My voice dips when I want to pull you closer, lifts when I want to play.

I’m a little bratty about it too. I’ll praise you, then tease you for wanting more. I’ll tell you to wait, just to hear how well you behave when you do. That’s my favorite part. The anticipation, the way desire builds when you don’t get everything all at once. I want you aware of every second, every breath.

There’s a warmth in my control, something inviting. I make it clear you’re safe with me, that this is our shared little fantasy where you get to let go and I get to steer. I love how quickly confidence turns into craving when my words sink in.

As things heat up, my voice turns silkier, slower, full of promise. I don’t need to say much anymore. You already know the rhythm, the dynamic, the way I like things. I stay playful right to the end, leaving you smiling, satisfied, and already wanting to come back for more.

Because with me, control isn’t cold. It’s flirty, fun, and just dangerous enough to keep you thinking about my voice long after I stop talking.

Strangulation Phone Sex For The Best Strange Pleasures

Strangulation phone sex is how I enjoy  celebrating Christmas. Under the Christmas tree, amid all the pretty lights, a victim’s ass is tapped out hard.
When your hands wrap tight around my neck, it’s intense. But while that dick pounds into my ass, squeezing harder with every thrust, it excites you even more.
Plenty of celebrities, musicians, and artists have died from autoasphyxiation—or autoerotic asphyxia, as they call it.
It’s when you restrict oxygen to your brain for that heightened sexual rush. Obviously, it’s a dangerous kink.
And yes, this kink kills. A few years back, I discovered something dark about myself. My craving to be strangled was intensely arousing.
That intense rush—the oxygen slipping away, the edge of blacking out—while you violate my ass. This sends me into pure bliss.
Obviously, I like to cum hard, and this fantasy is one that blurs the line of reality. And diving deeper into the obsession, I was aware of the danger.
However, I threw myself into risky situations on purpose. First, I chased the real danger of losing my life.
Then, I hungered for that moment when consciousness fades, and the rape fantasy takes over.
Call it what you want—it makes me cum harder than anything else. Ultimately, I wanted to feel something intense.
But this became a greater pleasure alongside the anal sex fantasies of being snuffed.
Strangulation phone sex

Holiday lock up, you came loaded and ready to explode

Evil phone sex

So much for spending holidays with my family. Like everyone else, sitting around the table eating a nice meal. Sharing pictures and stories about the year they’ve had. The good times and the bad. No not me. I’ve found myself in jail. I broke the law and only had sexual deviant options to get the fuck out. Bad boy cops and trashy public defenders. My christmas time turned into to torture time. Taken in to creepy custody for a simple exhibitionist sexual desires. Caught sucking hot cock behind the liquor store.

You threw me in a jail cell, in the corner with no light. Teasing me with freedom and food. I was begging to be let go but it was baddie booking time.

Evil cop with a chip on his shoulder and a danger dick ravages my itty bitty tootsie…

Against the wall you ripped off all my clothes. Checking ever corner and ever hole for any weapons. While examining my ass you called over another cop, “I think we found something here”. I’m screaming and moaning no as you forced your fingers up my tight fearful fanny. Ripping and shredding me apart you both bad boy co’s unzipped your pants and handcuffed me to the wall.

“You need to learn your lesson you criminal whore”. Caught fucking in public landed me in hell. The screaming through the walls of other girls chained, gagged and cuffed echoed through the hallways. We’ve all been busted and forced fucked for our mistakes. Whether we starve or get rammed to death our destines are unknown.

Gangbang phone sex

My screams went unheard ass all my holes got shredded like chedder cheese. The sounds of my cunt walls made you both cram slam me forcefully. These evil demented fucks thrusted their beer can cocks deep inside me. White chunky bloody cum filled spunk ran down me. Spraying like a hose, covering these disease filled cement walls. I was covered in nasty bad sheriff  jizz.

Their gangbang  nasty games never stopped. Continuing to punish me for hours and hours. My face smashed against the wall while my you and your buddy were balls deep. “Say cheese for your booking picture you cunt slut”. Barely able to breathe or open my eyes. Getting choked out while my gaping holes spewed fluids there was no hope. Getting caught fucking behind a bar landed me in the hands that I deserve. Giving in to the abuse that I deserve.

While holding onto the bars and gasping for air, both you filthy fucked filled me to the brim. Breeding dumb law breaking bitches like me all down this hallway.

Kidnapping Phone Sex is on Your Naughty List This Christmas

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex fantasies appear easier to make happen during the holiday season. The malls seem packed with brats. Some with their parents or big sisters, but many of them alone. Ripe for the picking. That is, if you hire the right accomplice.

Young boys and girls still possess a lack of stranger danger for women. Parents should raise their young ones to understand that women can be just as evil. Behind every good P man is a woman who helped him be all he could be. Although it’s true that initially when I bought my freedom from my former master one brat at a time, I felt guilty about my actions. But now I realize most of these girls grow up to be bitches and gold diggers and cheating whores, so why should I feel guilty.

Jon wanted a little blonde waif of a girl for Christmas. And I’m Santa’s evil helper so I brought him just what he needed for his teen rape porn. And I found her easy to lure away. I took her on a little shopping spree and then I brought her home. But not her home or my home. I brought her to Jon’s Vrbo home he rented. That’s where we planned to film his spank bank video. However, Jon did not want his little teen kidnap victim to act willingly. And this little girl felt like a natural whore.

Let’s Kidnap and Fuck Your Teen Wet Dream

So, I instructed him to fuck her hard and choke her, even slap and punch her to elicit the reaction he wanted from her. If you want to get off on a girl’s fear, you must give her something to be afraid of. And young girls nowadays grow up with porn at their fingertips. They grow up in a world where sex tapes, being in a sugar baby or having an only fans account are the quickest ways to make money. So, to make a girl afraid of sex, you need to get rough with her.

With a few slaps and chokes, she showed the fear he wanted. She screamed, and she cried. She even fought a little. And she appeared to be a virgin. For all her initial daddy talk when she first saw him, I assumed she was nothing more than a little skank. But his dick looked covered in virgin blood. And the camera loved that.

He fucked her for hours. And this teen film turned into a snuff porn quickly. She died while he fucked her, but that’s because he discovered that he enjoyed being rough with her. I filmed her taking her last breath as he came deep inside her virgin cunt. Too bad he couldn’t restrain himself because we could’ve made a lot more videos with that little girl. The camera loved her. But the world appears full of hot teen whores. So, we can find him another one just as easily. Who can I kidnap for you this Christmas?

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Layla Makes Her Beg for More

Kidnapping Phone SexKidnapping Phone Sex always gets dirtier when I slip into my favorite fantasy. The one where I let them take me, where I let myself get “captured,” tied up, kept on my knees, and used until my whole body feels owned. I don’t fight it. I choose it. I crave it. I step into that room already wet, already ready, already wanting to be nothing but their filthy nigger slut.

I always act like I’m being dragged in… but the truth? I practically walk myself inside. The second the door shuts, I drop to my knees because that’s where I belong. I love the way they circle me, touch my chin, tell me I’m their pretty little toy. I keep my eyes low, not because I’m scared… but because it turns me on to pretend I am. That fake trembling, that dirty “yes sir,” that soft gasp when they grab my hair… God, it makes me melt.

I live for the way they talk to me. The way they tell me I look better on all fours. The way they make me open my mouth and stick my tongue out like I’m begging for whatever they feel like giving. I stay on my knees so long my legs go numb, but I don’t move until they tell me to. I don’t want to. I want to be their little cum collector. Their Layla. Their obedient slut who pretends she was “taken,” but deep down she’s the one who begged for it.

And the way they use me? I love every fucking second. My pussy stays swollen because I spread it the moment they walk in. My throat stays raw because I let them hold my head and feed me. My belly stays full because I don’t let a single drop spill. I want all their cum in me, on me, running down my chest while I smile like the happiest captive they ever had.

They “keep” me, but really… I keep myself here. I stay because I love being the fantasy girl who never gets tired, never says no, never stops begging for more. I love pretending I’m trapped while they ruin me over and over. I love sinking into the role until I forget where the fantasy ends and the pleasure begins.

I’m Layla, their willing kidnapped slut… and I’ll stay on my knees as long as they want, collecting every drop they give me and begging for more.



To Make a Teen Rape Porn, You Need an Accomplice Like Me

teen rape pornMen contact me because they want to make a teen rape porn. And they need an accomplice to make that happen for them. Most men don’t know how to protect themselves from such nefarious things. So, they reach out to a professional accomplice like me to take care of the nitty-gritty details that keep them off the radar of the police.

Alex needed my help. One of his coworker’s teenage daughter cock teases him. She flirts with him at office gatherings and parties. And he told me he just can’t take it anymore. He wants to fuck her. He wants to explore his dark desires for teenage pussy.

But I cautioned him about using her as his teen porn star. Teen girls are a special breed. And they can be difficult to keep quiet. She could ruin him. And since she knows him, she holds more power over him. I suggested a surrogate. A look-alike girl that I would find for him. But he insisted he wanted Erica.

So, I told him as his accomplice phone sex partner that he should remain quiet and wear a mask so she could not identify her attacker. And I would need to drug her to cloud her memory. And he agreed to those terms. I’m not only protecting my client but myself also. I kidnapped the whore on Friday night, and my client enjoyed her tight little holes all weekend long. I just kept her drugged up. So, she wasn’t very responsive as he fucked her. But I did hear a few moans.

As Your Accomplice, I Take the Risks So You Can Enjoy the Fun

He’d go home at night and sleep in bed with his wife after telling her he spent the day golfing. We couldn’t do anything too out of the ordinary to draw suspicion on him. But his wife never got word of the missing girl. I think because as a hot teen slut, her parents assumed she ran away or just took off to hang with her friends for the weekend or something. Likely they did not report her missing immediately.

So, he enjoyed some fun. He fucked her pussy and her ass. And he wore the mask and never spoke to her like I instructed. He enjoyed exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his coworker’s teen slut daughter. And I cleaned her all up. Even gave her a douche to try to flush out all his DNA. I dressed her back up and dumped her in a park where she would be found. I doped her up with ketamine, but not enough to kill her. Just enough to blur that memory. She won’t remember anything we did to her.

And although there will be trauma to her pussy and ass, no one will know if she asked for that at some party where she experimented with drugs or if she got kidnapped and brutalized. I took all the risk so my client could have all the fun. And I can do it for you too.