They were so cute in their matching dresses. Hair done the same. Matching shoes. Even the make up was matching. She was skipping beside her mommy with out a care in the world. She looked like she could be on TV commercials or something and her mother had the same model/actress look. As soon as I saw them I knew I wanted to mutilate them. I had to have them and we all know that where there is evil lust, there is a way. I always get what I want and I never give up until I do. Following them into the cafe and sitting close enough to hear their mindless chatter and intensive giggling, I fingered the bottle in my pocket of “knock the bitch out” pills. I couldn’t wait to make my move. They ordered two cold lemonades and two tuna sandwiches with fries. As soon as they were done they got up to go to the wash room to wash their hands. Perfect timing. Taking two pills out of the bottle and cupping them in my hand I waited for the server to bring them. I got up and walked by the table on my way to the wash room and dropped them in unnoticed. I even chit chatted with them before they went back to their table about how adorable they looked, blah blah, blah. It seemed like forever before they finished lunch but as soon as they stood up they were noticeably unsteady. Being the Good Samaritan that I am I offer my assistance and took them straight home. Their eyes were wide with fear as I undressed them, but they were to weak to fight. Making mommy watch her little girl get fucked up was going to be so much fun. She kept turning her head, not wanting to watch. Well, well, well I couldn’t have that now could I? So I just cut her fucking eyelids off so she had to look. I would pop those eyeballs out later and let her girl play in the sockets…..mmmm fun!
Category: Kidnapping phone sex
Proof
I am sorry, but if you are going to drop off something for me to watch for a few hours, and those few hours turn into a few days, shit is going to happen. I mean I have stuff to do, I cannot be held captive in my own place for days on end. So I had to go out for a few hours, I had someone watch her. Now I know that maybe it wasn’t the best person in the world to have watch your tiny little thing, but at least she wasn’t alone now was she? No she was not.
Now you are mad because she became damaged. As I said earlier, shit happens. It is not my fault that you decide to go fuck some hookers and end up on a five day bender now is it? Nope. I had to leave, I needed some Mt. Dew, it was an emergency! When I came back and saw what had happened I phoned you right away but you didn’t pick up your damn phone, so I figured why not let him have a little more fun, it wouldn’t really matter at that point.
You were supposed to send proof to the guy that was paying you to deliver her over seas that she was all that you said she was touted to be. Yeah she will have some scars but who isn’t scared in some way? The cigarette burns will heal, so will the bruising. Not so sure her little pussy will ever be tight again but maybe you can give him some sort of discount. Or give him 30% off the next one or something.
So now that you are finally here, take her and get the fuck out.
Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: A Real Bloody Mary
Cannibalism phone sex is a real fetish. And it is a lifestyle for some. Some people just have a special appetite, require a unique diet. One of my Master’s has such an appetite. Today, while I was in his dungeon being tortured, he had a pretty young thing that he had kidnapped for his wife. Master made me watch as he snuffed her out. She laid there on a cold slab, tied down, begging for her life. Master enjoyed watching her beg and plead for survival. Then, with no warning, he slit her throat and watched with joy as the blood gushed out of her neck, bringing her to her death. Master’s wife, drank her blood as it ran from her neck. I was watching in horror, afraid I would be next. I was fleshier than that waif of a girl, and could imagine my body would provide more sustenance for him and his wife.
But this was not about nourishment; it was about teaching me. Teaching me to enjoy flesh. Master dissected that young girl like a butcher cuts up a cow for parts. Master was meticulous in how he filleted her flesh. He made me watch every horrifying cut. He carved her flesh off her bones and put it in a big bowling pot. Flesh stew he called it. Then, the most awful thing I have ever witnessed befell my eyes. He cut out all her organs: heart, brain, kidneys, liver, intestines, lungs… He threw them in a blender and hit puree, making an internal organ smoothie, which he claimed was oh so yummy. He made stew with her flesh and smoothies with her organs. I was mortified and scared.
Master poured that bloody concoction into a big glass, and even put a straw and a stalk of celery in it like it was a fucking Bloody Mary. I thought he and his wife were gonna drink it, but it was meant for me. Master wanted me to taste creamed organs as he called it; not only a delicacy but supposedly a very iron and nutrient rich drink. Master’s wife, who was covered in blood and munching on chunks of flesh, took the ball gag out of my mouth, while he held my head back and forced my mouth open. His wife poured that bloody smoothie down my throat and so I couldn’t spit it out, she put the ball gag back in my mouth. I felt guilty. Not guilty because I was alive and she wasn’t. Not guilty because I was now a cannibal like Master and his wife. But guilty because I liked it.
Legitimate Bloody Mary
The holidays are always a wonderful time for kidnapping! I took cues from a friend and got a group to stake out one of the old country roads around here. We had our great binoculars and were lying in wait for that one perfect meal…that one chubby girl who was going to unexpectedly have car trouble (courtesy of us). I was on the spying team; and, I knew it was her as soon as I saw the car. It was new; she had to be Daddy’s little girl; yep, not a scratch on the paint. And, there she was, listening to her booming music; our good fortune was already evident…she wasn’t on her cell phone. I radioed up the road; and, they threw down spikes.
I was eager to see if it worked; so, I ran up the street and the girl was in shock. Certainly, she’d never had a flat tire; they didn’t exist in her world. After being paralyzed, she got out of the car and looked around it until she found the source of the problem. She could see me as I neared her; and, she looked relieved. Of course, my sole reason must be to help her! I had to laugh at her… She started asking me for help; and, I told her that I actually was stranded, too. She was happy to have someone to bitch to…but unclear why I wasn’t sent there to be her savior.
I told her to hand me her phone, that I’d call someone. She happily obliged, glad that I was finally taking responsibility for her situation. Then, my three friends emerged from the trees and brush; it was quite easy to subdue her. I turned off the GPS on her phone; I decided to dispose of it later…I wanted to look through her pictures as she cooked and maybe ask questions.
At home, we were able to set her up in the oven (it was too hot to cook outdoors); and, I began talking with her about the pictures on her phone, her major in college, how she hated her sister (because the sister “got everything she wanted!”). It was humorous; and, I felt cheated when one of my friends came up to her and sliced off her arm. I asked what he was doing, to which he replied that he was making Bloody Mary drinks. He winked and said, “The legit kind.” I looked back at the girl; she was already dead from smoke inhalation; I looked at her driver’s license; her name was Martha, not Mary. I shrugged; well, the name was close enough; and, I wondered how she would taste with vodka.
Crimson Part 5
7 months, 29 days, 13 hours and 12 minutes. That’s how long I had been planning for this night. For months I sat silently in the shadows, watching my prey. Months of meticulous prepping and planning for this moment. I had had this poor girl in my dungeon for days. After the initial joy of the hunt faded, I only popped down into the dungeon to make sure she wasn’t dead or dying. The blood from the many slices I had made to her body had long lost its vibrant crimson hue, and was now the depressing brown of congealed blood. She was missing an eye from where I had ripped it out if it’s socket, and a few fingernail had been torn from their beds as well, but other than that I hadn’t really sone much with the little cunt. Occasionally I would go down and carve small patterns on her smooth flesh, but after while she stopped screaming and I would get bored… Don’t get me wrong, she was great while she screamed and begged and pleaded but now she was complacent and quiet. She had accepted her fate. As upsetting as it was, it was time to end it. It was a quick death, a shot of Bleach straight into her heart. She was dead within minutes, and I quickly got to work disposing of her mangled corpse. The time I spent planning this little… excursion… was defiantly worth it.
Kidnapping Phone Sex with Blair: Bad Mommy
I decided to go see the new horror film “As Above, So Below” last night by myself. I snuck out of the house because I needed some me time. As I was coming out, a man grabbed me and threw me in his SUV. He immediately put a cage type device over my head so I could not see where we were going. I tried to speak, but that device gave me a strange echo. I wondered if my son realized I was missing and decided to hunt me down and punish me for my insolence. I was kidnapped right outside the theater and no one did a thing too. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by my feet out of the vehicle, down some stairs and being strung up like a side of beef. I heard an enhanced voice say, “You have been a very bad whore.” Then I felt a hard sucker punch to my belly. I almost puked.
Then I felt a vibrator on my clit, but no normal vibrator. This was like a power tool and the stimulation was actually painful. I began to whimper and convulse. Then the electric cattle prod was rammed up my pussy sending shock waves all through my body. Painful shock waves that made me pee on the floor and twitch like a dead body. It was a constant repetitive cycle of a punch to the gut, over stimulation on my clit, and a cattle prod inserted in my pussy. This went on for hours. I had vomited several times in my caged mask. My body was limp.
Then suddenly, I was cut down. I laid there on the floor for several minutes in a pool of my own bile and piss, when I heard my son say, “This will teach you whore to leave without permission.” I am a disobedient slave and got what I deserved. If I were to disobey you master, how would you punish me?
Pain Sluts Get Snuffed Too…
Pain sluts can be… difficult. Since they love pain and torture so much it’s hard to put fear in them. Trina is a prime example. I met her a while back and she told me how much she loves pain. I put her on my to torture list. I had to find some way to make her shiver and fear what I would do to her. After much brainstorming, I figured who could scare the shit out of someone none other than my goons. They specialize in kidnapping and torture, mostly gangsters who haven’t paid them or are dishonest but every now and again I call them up for a female treat. One they can tie up, fuck, and snuff when we are done with them. Trina wouldn’t see this coming. After all they are suited in all black with ski masks. If I wasn’t such a psycho bitch I think I’d be scared shitless too.
They grabbed her in the middle of the night. Reported back to me with the location of where she was. I told them to strip her naked and wait for me to come. When I got there, my mission was accomplish. Trina was terrified. My goons told me she pee’d her pants. She was laying there tied up ready to be fucked and snuffed. I told them to do what they pleased while I watched. 10 guys some Black, some Spanish, forcing their huge cocks up her pussy, ass and mouth. I tied her tits up just for the hell of it and latched some nipple clamps on her. After her holes were nice and sore I told them to stop and I proceeded with my torture session. I poured hot wax all over her body to make her scream and clothespins for every cock she’s ever sucked or fucked. Hours of torture passed and my goons were still horny. Guess they love this little pain slut. Her holes were tight and her titties were big. I left her there and let my goons finish her off.
Another victim crossed off my to torture list.
Scared of the Dark
I’ve never really been scared of the dark before, but this was a new sort of darkness. It was only a blindfold, but it felt like I was trapped in a never ending pit of pure black. When the blindfold was finally removed though I think I preferred the endless black! I was in this dungeon that looked like something right out of a Medieval exhibit in a museum. As soon as I saw the contraption that my captors had planned to put me in I couldn’t help but to feel a bit aroused… the idea of being helpless and at these peoples mercy was exciting and dangerous and everything I could ask for in a fantasy. They strapped my wrists down onto what looked like a BIG stone slab and then they strapped my ankles as far apart as they would go to the ‘legs’ of the stone slab. For hours they whipped my back and fucked my little pussy with all sorts of things. Right as I came, someone hit me over the head with something hard, and the next thing I know I was in the dark again, but this time in my own bed… I guess the dark can yield scary and pleasurable things…
Stalking My Snuff Phone Sex Victims
Something I learned a long time ago in the art of stalking is, if I dress like my victim they won’t suspect a thing. So when I go out on my adventure I make sure to dress sluttish. Short skirt, high heels, heavy makeup and don’t forget the phony attitude as well. Stupid bitches don’t see me coming. They embrace me, after all they think I am like them. Only here to have a few drinks and have a good time. Little do they know I will lure them into my trap and by the end of the night they won’t be anything but a pile of blood on the floor. See when I trap them I don’t show the real side of me, not just yet. I continue to give that phony attitude and talk to them in a sluttish manner. I whisper very vanilla thoughts into their ear. How I’m going to eat their pussy and fondle their tits. They believe that’s the only thing that will happen. They start to cry and beg. Fuckin cunts. I haven’t even gotten to the good part! After and only after they start to cry and beg will I unleash the beast. Calling the bitch names and telling her after I fondle her tits I’m going to dismember those worthless titties and put them on a shelf as a souvenir. And that’s only the beginning. Oh Trust me, I have more evil plans in mind for these ratchet whores.
Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Hogtied and Whipped
The last thing I remember was being at the Mall with my girlfriends. We were shopping on our daddy’s credit cards, looking all cute and sexy. Then I woke up hog tied in some basement with a ball gag in my mouth. There was a man in a business suit staring at me. He didn’t look like the BDSM type, but here I was tied to some pole in a basement naked and hog tied. He never spoke to me. He walked over to a big wardrobe, opened it and revealed a huge variety of ropes, chains, collars and whips. I thought was this guy trying to be Christian Gray? He took out a riding crop and rubbed it on my tits that were tied so tight they stuck out like torpedoes. He then started whipping them hard. So hard he drew blood. All I could do was whimper and grimace as that ball gag was so tight in my mouth.
He decided he wanted to whip my ass too but I was tied to a wood pole. So he brought me down and put me in a hogtie position with all four of my limbs tied together behind my back. My legs were spread as they curled up over my head in an extremely painful position. He also used rope on my ass for Kinbaku, which means he tied my ass up using simple yet intricate patterns, with several pieces of thin rope. My ass looked like a tic tac toe board. But this left my pussy exposed which he enjoyed. He shoved a baseball bat up my cunt. He left in there while he started whipping me with a cat of nine tails. I could feel my flesh opening up and blood trickling out of me. The ropes were so tight. I was crying and whimpering but he just kept whipping me more. I had never been in such a tight awkward position. I had no idea why I was here or what I had done to deserve this.
After hours of whipping me with that torturous whip, he moved me back to the poll. He yanked the baseball bat out of my pussy first. He dragged me by my hair, shoved me down on my knees and tied me to the pole. This time he removed the ball gag and shoved his dick down my throat and began skull fucking me before I could even scream. Because I was tied up I couldn’t struggle. But to be honest I felt relived. At least he wasn’t whipping me. He came down the back of my throat and as soon as his cock left my mouth, he shoved the ball gag back in and slapped me against the face. Then he spoke to me for the first time. He asked me if I knew what I had done to deserve this treatment. I shook my head because I honestly did not. I had never seen him before. He gave me a glassy cold stare, smacked my face again and said, “Because you were born.” He then tied the ropes tighter and hung me upside down, put the baseball bat in my ass this time and left the building. I was hogtied, bleeding, suspended upside down with a bat in my ass, crying, wondering if he would ever return…..