Category: Kidnapping phone sex

Snuff Sex – Coulrophilia/Psychrophilia

Snuff sexI was hitching through North Dakota when he came across me. I felt bad about him from the moment he pulled up alongside me, but all my efforts to make him move along failed. That was when I knew I was in trouble, and I tried to take off. He was spry and agile for an older man, and he very quickly and easily caught me. I had no chance to fight; he was so quick that he had me pinned before I could even turn over. I felt him begin to bind my hands, I think it was with rope, but I would have to find out later. I struggled under him, the little bit that I was able to move. He gagged me with a ring-gag, so I knew, once again, that I was in deep shit.

He drug me back to his truck and buckled me in, since he knew I was unable to do anything about it. I have no idea how long we drove, or how far. I just know that when he stopped, it was in a place surrounded by wooded areas. The temperature was dropping, so I knew it was early evening. He drug me through the trees for a good while before finally tossing me to the ground. I could hear water, and I wondered if anyone lived nearby who could help me if I could just project my voice well enough. When he didn’t even bother trying to get me to shut up, I knew it was hopeless. He bound me, hands and feet, to roots in the ground, and I knew I would never get up from there again. He left my view, and I began to search around for a weapon of some sort.Killer phone sex

When he came back, I was completely at a loss. He was dressed as a clown! He had the makeup, a wig, everything! The only way I knew it was him was that he was carrying the clothes he had just changed out of!! He set those down, walked back out of view, and came back carrying 2 large buckets. He poured freezing water all over my body, and I began to shiver. As the night grew closer and the temperatures dropped, he kept dousing me with water until he saw ice start to form from the moisture. Then, he started some ritualistic something or other. He was touching me all over, rubbing me with various parts of his clown getup. It was as I was getting closer to freezing to death that I noticed his cock was poking a huge tent out of his outfit. It was mere moments before I drew my last breath that I saw his cock hovering above my face, and then slipping down into my throat through that ring-gag.

Haunted House Rape Fantasy

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I thought a haunted house would be the perfect place to try and get another rape fantasy fulfilled. Well, shit I was right! I dressed to kill, in very short skirt and a bra top. No panties.. I figured it would be easy access for my aggressor. So, I went to the haunted house and hung around outside for awhile and made myself seen. I meandered in and backed Into a dark corner in a room equipped with a strobe light. I couldn’t be seen by most people that were passing through, but there were members working the haunted house that knew that I was there. I only waited about thirty minutes before I felt the tug on my hair and hand covering my mouth. Finally, I thought but I struggled to make things interesting. My hair was pulled tight and a hand went around my throat and began to choke me. Flipped onto my belly, I could feel his hot breath on my neck as I felt him put his cock into my ass. After raping my ass, he got hard again real quick and gave my pussy a good pounding.

Pavlov’s torture chamber

Torture sexI had blacked out, and had no Idea where I was, or how I got here. I was being drug along on pavement, but I couldn’t see anything. I’m blindfolded. Everything hurts like I had ran a marathon. My blindfold is removed, and my eyes blink trying to strain to see. Your face swims into view. I remember seeing you in the store, you seemed so pleasant. But why are you here? Why am I here? Oh god. You took me, didn’t you? Why?

You tell me to shut my fucking face, and do as I’m told. That if I’m lucky someone will see me again some day. You use a pocket knife to slice my clothes from my body, and strap me to something that resembled a massage table blended with a pelvic exam chair. You fastened my arms and legs down, adding a strap across my hips for good measure. My head was restricted as well. I saw a blank blue screen a few feet in front of me. You rolled in this powerful looking machine, which had two huge dildos extending from it. Oh fuck, oh fuck! You rolled it right up to me, piercing both of my fuck holes simultaneously. I cried out from the pain of the sudden gaping of my tiny holes. You slapped my face hard and told me to be silent. That I was just a disposable little fucking whore, no more than a pet, lower than an animal. You instructed that I was not to be allowed to speak like a person, that I was to only bark, and whimper. I was so fucking scared, I started begging for mercy. You landed a bone-jarring strike to the other side of my face, making me see stars. He turns on the screen, and the machine. I was bawling as the automatic fucker ravaged my tiny holes.

Minutes went by, bleeding into hours. I lost track of time in the agony of what was happening to my body. Every time I got close to an orgasm, the machine clicked off, and right when I would catch my breath, it would begin again. Over and over while the screen played videos of girls being savagely taken by man and beast alike. They were beaten, made to stay on all fours, eat out of pet dishes, shit in the corner, and present their asses when told.

You finally came back. My mind was broken. My body was a shit, piss, blood, and pussy juices covered trembling mess.

You stood before me. “What’s your name, pet?”

I whimpered. “I said, what’s your fucking cunt name?!” I managed a small bark. You were pleased. You collard me, released me to the floor.

“Time to go meet your furry companions, and your new masters you fucking cum slut!”

My Fantasy Phone Sex Call Come True

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex is what I specialize in. I am the girl for your dark desires. Anything from rape fantasies to snuff, I do it. A caller asked me what my fantasy was last night. Usually, no one cares about what a stupid whore wants, so I was thrilled to tell him that I have always dreamed about being a vampire. I was obsessed with the HBO series True Blood. I read all the books too. One vampire in particular, Eric, was a Nordic god. Dominant too. Just what I like. A sexy in charge man. My caller liked the idea of being an S and M vampire.  I walked into his bar, saw him and got weak. He cast a spell on me I couldn’t resist. In that moment, I became his. One bite on the neck turned me. He drained my blood. Snuffed me out then brought me back to life as his immortal vampire queen. I may have had the power to kill, but I was still his bitch. He turned me for the purpose of procuring him young girls. The beauty of being a vampire is that you stay the age you were when turned forever. Perfect for a P man. I had to get him some little angels. He described his perfect type and I knew just where to find them.  Luckily it is still dark in the morning when the little ones are waiting for the school bus. I picked up three sisters all just a year apart, none of them sexually developed yet. Just how my master likes them. Watching them submit willingly to snuff sex like I did was intoxicating, but what made my cunt wet was their screams as he tore holes in their tiny necks. They died but were reborn as immortal little ones the next day. They will never grow old. And, the hottest part, they will stay virgins forever. Even when master violates their little fuck holes, the very next day the hymens grow back. Who knew that being a vampire was the perfect lifestyle for P men? What is your dark fantasy?

Kidnapping Phone Sex Goes Sense-less!

Kidnapping phone sex I was hitching, again, when a suburban-type vehicle stopped. I approached the passenger window, but the window never rolled down. Instead, the well-tinted rear passenger door opened, and I was pulled inside. My arms and legs were quickly subdued, and my mouth was covered with tape. Someone covered my eyes, and I knew that there were several people in the car. I felt a sting and then I don’t remember anything until I awoke in total darkness. I felt myself bound, but I couldn’t see anything, at all. I couldn’t even hear anything. And, it was hard to breathe. That was when I realized I was in a hood of some sort. I started feeling hands touching me in various places, all at the same time, so there were at least 3 people with me. When one of them smacked me and all I heard was the dullest of thuds, despite how hard it hit, I came to understand that I was in a sensory deprivation hood. The hands poked and smacked at me multiple times over I don’t even know how long. Then, I felt a huge, cold shaft enter my vag. Almost immediately after that, another shaft penetrated my ass. They thrust into me fiercely, and with every thrust into my ass, they pounded whatever was in my pussy even deeper. The feelings I was experiencing were amazing!! I came so hard!

Sadistic Phone Sex Thrills Me

Sadistic phone sexIn all the time I’ve been traveling these crazy roads, I’ve learned one thing. I like rough sex. I love being tied up, bound down, sensory deprived, and abused. I love having my breasts tortured, bound, and bitten. Feeling hands, crops, whips, knives, and all the other tools of a good BDSM session biting into my skin over and over gets my pussy so wet. But, do you know what I really love? Being forced to the ground and having my face fucked hard, like my life and being don’t even matter, as long as that dick has my throat to fill up. I love having my breath cut off, my throat filled until I spew all over that cock, and still having my throat fucked. And my cunt being abused is always amazing. Having my pussy poked, slashed, gashed, prodded, clamped, fucked, and fisted just brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, when you add all of that to my ass hole, too, I can gush for you.

Burning like Fire

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The fire speaks to me, telling me to slit your worthless fucking throat. The fire tells me to tease your body with its flame. The fire wants to lick your skin leaving its black mark. You were chosen to be the sacrifice to my lord. My dark prince lives in the fire. I bring worthless men like you to him and sacrifice your body, soul and blood to feed my dark prince. At the bar you were into me, wanting to take me into the bathroom and force your cock inside of me. You didn’t noticed the roofie I put in your drink, hell you probably didn’t notice my burning desire to watch you suffer. I was guiding you to the bathroom to full fill your dark fantasy but you fell into my trap. My main man was waiting for you and I. He picked your body up and put you in the trunk. Waking up to me riding his cock in-front of the fire, probably isn’t something that turns you on. Your screams however as the fire touches your skin makes my pussy drool. I can’t just give my master any soul. I have to torture you, make you beg to die. My main man knows how to hurt someone. Knows how to make them plead for death. I love his big 10 inch cock in my pussy and ass, but I also love watching his big thick 10 inch cock forcing its dry head into your tight asshole. He is going to make you scream forcing his cock into your asshole as I beat you. Crushing your skull, feeding my dark prince your blood. He is hungry for your body. I cum with pleasure as my main man throws your body into the fire and fucks me with your bloody cock as my dark prince feeds on your blood, body and soul.

Yummy

Accomplice phone sexLast night I was out at the club, as always, and I was loving partying when I got a call from one of my hungry lovers. He asked if I could snag us a meal while I was out and bring it over so we could have a great night. I happily agreed and decided to find a sweet meal, one with meat and muscle but not too much of either. I found the perfect blonde girl; she was great looking for a delightful meal. I knock her out as she leaves the club and take her to his place. She screams when she wakes up, while we are stabbing her to death. Once she is done we gut her and cook her up and she was perfect. Afterwards he even paid me, which he never does, that is how delightful tasting she was.

Blasphemy Sex Makes My Day

Having a penchant for blasphemy sex – and all the filthy ways it can go – really makes my day! I’m a corrupt little cunt and need to tend to my corrupt desires in a variety of productive ways. One of those ways consists of kidnapping phone sex. I lure the young prey in and once in my “web” the tender young thing is drugged up and molested.

I love to take her to the church and sneak into the priests chambers where I have a variety of religious paraphernalia at my disposal. I like to start with shoving her face into the holy water basin until she nearly drowns. I then bind her wrists to the alter and rip her panties off. Taking a Rosary I shove the beads up her anal cavity with the cross hanging out. Grabbing a large crucifix I start penetrating the tight young bald cunt with it as I yell at her to “Say You Love Satan!”. As all of this is going on the priest will walk in and finish the little slut off.

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Bloody blowjob

bloody phone sexWhere am I? What’s happening? I was walking home, that’s the last thing I remember. Then blackness. I can’t see anything, it feels like there’s a cloth over my eyes. I can taste old engine oil, it makes my stomach pitch and roll. I try with my tongue, but I can’t spit it out of my mouth.  My hands and ankles are tied. The floor is cold, and hard. I’m naked. So cold, so very cold. I strain my ears, but all I can hear is my ears ringing. Oh my god, my head hurts. Something warm and wet is running down my face. Blood? I don’t know. Ringing, throbbing, confused, scared… Someone grabs my arm and my leg, lifting me quickly, seemingly with out effort. I’m dropped onto something softer, blankets I think. Not a bed, there’s no give. My blindfold is untied. I can barely see, though now I know it is blood running down from my head over my face and body. Oh god, no. It’s you. Why are you here? What’s going to happen to me? You grin at me, and evil, menacing grimace. My heart shudders. You place an open gag in my mouth, and, wrenching my head back by my hair, shove your cock into my throat. You’re too big, but you make it fit anyway. I can’t breathe, I’m gagging and choking. I throw up in my throat, but your dick is blocking everything. Finally, you pull back, I gasp for air, and you slam into me again, and again, face fucking me hard. It feels like you’re going to cum, but you pull out and piss all over my face, mingling the pungent liquid with my own blood. You throw me over, and pound the fuck out of my cunt and pussy. Your dick is so big, I’m sure my holes are bleeding now, leaking it out with your cum. You get up, wordlessly, and leave the room. I can’t move, everything hurts so much. You come back in, holding a few things that make my blood run cold. A baseball bat, a rolling pin, and a road cone.

What are you going to do with those?