Category: Kidnapping phone sex

I Love Being an Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI love being an accomplice phone sex partner. I have this client. He used to be my master. I did whatever I could to get out from his ownership. He was not easy on the body. We made a deal. I provided him younger talent to corrupt and use, and after 100 little girls I had my freedom. I pretty much traded my soul for my freedom, but I would do it all over again too. Now I work for him. It has proven quite profitable too. He called me up yesterday with a request. He wanted a little read headed girl. Blue eyes, red hair, white skin, freckles. Those little girls are harder to find, but the money he was offering made me go look. I was not going to pass up that offer. I knew she was likely going to be a snuff porn star then disappear like the rest. My former master makes quite a few movies. Some for his personal collection, others for hire. He likes little blonde girls with no tits or pubes yet, so I knew my little Irish girl was going to be killed and fucked for a client. It took me awhile to find the girl he wanted, but I did. Not at the mall or a park though. I snatched her from a Target. Took her in broad daylight. I had to give her a shot of something to subdue her, but it worked. I scooped her up and carried her out to my car. I was dressed differently with a black wig to conceal my blonde locks. I even strapped down my hefty boobs to make me look less voluptuous. It looked like a mom carrying her sleeping daughter on her shoulder. No one paid me any attention. I heard the sirens by the time I was in my car. The police would look hard for this little white girl I was sure of that. She will never be found. She will be snuffed on film. His rich client will explore his rape phone sex fantasies and kill the little red headed doll. Once I got the bag of cash, my guilt just disappeared.

Dirty Play Time

Strangulation Phone SexHe loves to take girls home drunk and high from a bar so we can have fun with her. He ties her up to our table while I start setting all our toys out. I woke her up by poring boiling hot water all over her face while he was stroking his cock getting it ready. He lets me play with them first making them worn out for him. I love getting my favorite knife and making small deep cuts all over their bodies and watching the blood seep out. I love to stroke his hard cock while listening to their screams and begging for me to stop. But my favorite part is when he flips her over on the table to where her ass is up in the air, and he puts his around her little neck so she can’t breathe while he rapes her little asshole until she is gone and he cums inside her little ass. Then I get to have my taste.

Piss and Little Girl killers

taboo phone sex When it comes to taboo phone sex I get some pretty deviant mother fuckers, or brat fuckers if you will. The men who get off on dead little girls make my pussy slippery slick and want to service their dick. Men like Scott who didn’t know how young a pageant bitch was when she was really murdered or the fact that she was strangled to death. Men who would love to drink my piss and relive the brutal murders of young sweet girls who had it coming. Scott needs that domination and that P-cock sadistic shit. I’m all for it. A devoted man to my pussy and piss, yet still needing me to be his accomplice in some ass rape porn of a Minor inconvenience and cock pleasing little girl body. Some of the best snuff is taken right out of the headlines. With a sweet girl like Charity who was so young that her pussy and ass were unrecognizable after the sadist fucked her for hours in his van and probably suffocated her to death with his dick! I know he drank her piss, who would pass up some little dying girl piss? I say raise your glass of blood, or piss and drink up your dark desires with me!

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones who enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. I love being an accomplice to them, but I act on them solo too. I saw a sweet tender age girl at the mall the other day. I thought about all the wicked things I could do to her tiny little holes. When they are not your brats, the possibilities are endless because you do not have to think about the questions. Men hold back on violating their own spawn often because of the immediate ramifications. I mean if a girl needs medical treatment or ends up dead, the parents are who they look at first. That is why when I am your accomplice phone sex partner, I help you find a surrogate girl in another city who is not linked back to you. You would have loved this little girl. She was just about my knee’s height. She had blonde curls and bright blue eyes. Just as cute as could be too. A little bit of baby fat on her still. A smile that could melt my heart if I had one, but definitely a smile to get your cock hard. You could see the innocence in her eyes. I love the innocent ones. It is not that I like corrupting them. I mean I do, but they never see the evil coming their way. That is what I get off on. Hurting them is so much more fun than hurting a jaded little bitch who distrusts every stranger. An innocent little thing never sees it coming and if she survives the ordeal, it will ruin her for life. But I will be honest. They never survive with me. I make snuff porn and I leave no witnesses. I know how to leave no evidence of a crime too. Girls go missing in this country daily. Who will miss one more, right? Ready to hunt with me?

Hot Home Intruder

Home invasion phone sex

 

I do simple home invasions for the thrill of it.  Sometimes the places are empty and I have fun just going through all of their shit, maybe do something fucked up like shove the heads of their toothbrushes up my ass or rip the last three pages out of all of their books, stuff like that.  But I prefer the houses I break into to have someone inside for me to taunt and terrorize.  Playing an unwanted game of hide and seek with a hapless homeowner is a lot more fun than sticking an Oral B in my butt.

The peeping tom aspect of it gives me an initial adrenalin rush that washes over me.  If the conditions aren’t right for a proper B&E, I’ll stay outside for hours looking inside of their illuminated windows letting the simple stalk be my rush for the night.  But when things go my way I can bust in without making a single sound and position myself in an indoor hiding spot so I can track my target’s every move.

If I don’t want to cause a scene I’ll just wait for them to go to bed then creep into their room so I can watch them sleep.  When I need more excitement I like to make a sound for them to investigate and skulk in the shadows until the moment is right for me to step into the light and scare the everloving shit out of them.  At that time of night they always run back to their room with me hot on their heels.

This is where I have to make a decision: turn tail and leave before the cops arrive or charge into the bedroom and turn that scared little piggy into the victim they were born to be.  The choice is easy, I just base it on how I feel at the moment.  I’ll leave if I’ve had enough, but if I want blood and cum then I have no qualms with turning that home invasion into a grisly murder scene.

 

strangulation phone sex leads to a killer ending

strangulation phone sex

I knew my boyfriend was pretty dark. I kept thinking it was a small price to pay. When we first got together, he pulled out all the work. Red roses, chocolate spa days, shopping sprees, he did it for me. Once we got a little more severe and lived together, everything flipped. My boyfriend was so eager to have a little one with me. I was still in school, working quite a bit, and looking forward to a brighter future. Whenever he would bring upbringing in life, I would change the subject.

You can say my instincts knew the situation more than I did. After some time, I decided to give in and let him impregnate me. I thought it would make our relationship solid. Instead, it was a total nightmare. I could hear him have strangulation phone sex with random girls. I was angry and hurt, but he told me he would fuck the tot out of me and strangle me to death. I would have to sleep with one eye open because he had some sinister plans that would make me beg to be dead.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is my new favorite thing to do. Why? Well it takes the pressure and focus off of me. I am not the victim if I am the accomplice, right? I would still be an owned bitch right now if I had not worked out a deal with my former master. I paid my debt slowly one cunt at a time. I make a good accomplice because little whores do not distrust women. I can get a little girl for you too. In the world of sluts, it is survival of the fittest. I do not owe some whore I do not know anything, right? I have been making some money helping men like you get young pussy. It is a profitable business. I have this new male friend who wants to go into business with me trafficking young girls. I mean most of the trafficked girls in the US are not actually girls from the US. That is what they do. They take a girl from her native country and put her someplace where she does not know anyone or speak the language. My friend wants to have pretty white girls for rich US men. He does not want them drugged up or not fed. So, I am going to help him kidnap girls. Offer them a better life. I mean when I was a young girl my father was beating me and sharing me with his drunk friends for their rape phone sex fantasies. If some one could have saved me then, I would have done anything for them in exchange, including fucking whomever they wanted me to fuck. So, that is where I am beginning. I am going to look for little girls living in hell and offer them a nice home, pretty things and their own money to save in exchange for fucking some rich older men. I am going to be a madam! Maybe, I can help you score some young pussy?

Snuff sex drowning

snuff sexHis snuff sex fetishes run deep. He loves little tiny teens like me for his deep dark desires. See, A shis accomplice is it my job to find him sweet tight bald pussy. Not just any little whore. But one he can kill while hes fucking her. He likes the way that tight little cunt squeezes even harder when she is dying. Our newest game is called going to the pool. I bring his petite toy to him and we padlock the gym doors. She fights and kicks and scratches but she will never get away. The first fuck is him on top of her as I wrapped my hands around her sexy skinny throat. We let her up as she is screaming and crying and tripping over the wet poolside. By this time I had had enough and brought out the noose. Only this is a very special noose. I have attached a 20 pound weight. He drags his victim over to the side of the pool holding her head up so the noose can be secured. Then he ass fucked the witch for the first few seconds before I push my attached weight off the edge of the pool. I help by holding her head under and letting up at the last second. This is some sexy ass rape porn I tell him laughing and moaning from being so turned on. He makes me kiss him and finger my own teen cunny while he slips inside her little cunny and tells me to push! Down it goes pulling her down with it. My accomplice holds her body with hsi weight as he is still penetrating that tightess! And as the water helps keeps the weight a little buoyant she can’t lift her head out of the water. I get off to her dying as she is getting that Rape fantasy fuck and dying on his cock. Her death wont stop him. He keeps pounding and telling me how cold she is getting around his dick. My sexy assailant will cum three times before fucks me. I love when a man murders and has sex with dead bodies with me!

Gothic Phone Sex Freaky Sadistic

She was such a tiny thing with a big fucking mouth. Outside of the Church across the way from my house. Well my moms house, I still live with her because I can. She is what made me the filthy sadistic whore that I am. We can’t help how depraved we are. She never planned on my surviving birth or beyond. Seems that Satan had his plans for me. Her coven of men and women all sadistic and cultist had their fun with me.

Now it’s my turn. Well, fuck who am I kidding I have had my time with my own offspring that never survived past it’s first few hours. It’s was exquisite the things i did to it. Fast forward now to this brat. She was loud and annoying. She was young. I knew this whore had no innocence with a mouth like that. She needed a lesson that she would not survive. 

Grabbing the cunt was not so easy. This little monster tried biting me and kicked around a lot. I wasn’t having it. I may be small in stature myself but I am strong. Only the strong survive after all right? Well, I had to be quick. I looked around and made sure of no prying eyes. I needed to not be caught. Slamming the slut inside my suitcase after pricking her with some tranquilizer was easy after that little fucking scene. I rolled the bitch right across the way to my dungeon in the fallout shelter behind the house.

I unloaded the little body. I started in on wrapping the little slutmeat in cellophane wrap. I used those packing rolls you buy at the Home Depot and just mummified her in plastic. I wanted to have fun. I cut holes open for her cunt, asshole and mouth access. I called up a couple of guys to come over and fuck her holes open. I then grabbed some quick cement and filled her fucked holes up. It would be fun to paper mache’ her mummified and as she would not awake from the things done to her. That cement in her holes for one. I sawed her in pieces and rivaled at how she could never fucking irk me again with her obnoxious voice. 

Gothic phone sex

Birth Of A Legend

Goth teen phone sex

 

My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.