Category: Kidnapping phone sex

Destroy that cunt!

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You called tonight looking for some accomplice phone sex and I was happy to help. We took the neighbors little brat for the afternoon under the guise of helping her mom out. What neither of them knew was that we were doing it for our own pleasure. She was young, cute and I could not wait to help you destroy her innocence. We led her into the basement with a promise of some treats and as soon as we got the door closed behind her I locked it and the fun began. I grabbed ahold of her head and as she tried to scream you shoved your cock into her mouth. I pushed her head up and down as I listened to your moans of ecstasy. After a few you had me pull her down to the ground and rip her legs wide open while you looked down at the tiny pink pussy that you were about to destroy. I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth while you made your cock fit into that little pink hole. After a couple of strokes I could see some blood but could also see the pleasure on your face. You came deep inside that ruined twat and I was glad that I was able to be there to help. I am looking forward to the next victim!

Snuff Sex 2021

snuff sexI decided that the first day of the year would be a snuff sex day. Whatever you are doing at midnight on the first day of the year sets the tone for the entire year ahead. I was plunging a knife into a tender age victim. This little girl would make your cock grow twice its normal size. She looked like a little beauty queen pageant girl. She was in fact one. I saw her in her window practicing her routine in her little ruffled dress. She even had a painted face, which made her look older than she was. I hate brats, but those tiny beauty queens are annoying little cunts. They grow up to be self-entitled bitches and mean girls. That is why it is important to kill them early in life. Stop them from growing up and becoming gold diggers and brats. I cased the house for weeks before. I knew the parents were drunks. New Year’s Eve would be the best time to steal that little whore away. Parents would be drunk and passed out by midnight. I snuck in through a window, drugged the little slut and exited the house with no one suspicious. Parents would wake up find their angel gone and the police would suspect them. No prints, no struggle, no sign of a break in. Drunk parents will take the blame. I had the beauty queen naked and pinned to the floor in my cabin like I was sacrificing her to the devil. If only you had been there to explore your rape phone sex fantasies with me, oh the wicked fun we could have had together. I butchered the beauty queen. I carved her up, stabbed her cunt, took off her limbs. She was not a beauty queen when she died. Oh, hell yes. This is year is starting off great.

More Murder Phone Sex Fantasies for 2021

murder phone sex fantasiesI made a resolution to bring you more murder phone sex fantasies this year. If 2020 taught me anything, it is that you guys need to kill and torture a blonde bimbo. It is better and cheaper than therapy. I love being the star of your snuff fantasies. I died thousands of ways last year and my goal is to die a few more thousand ways this year. Something is wrong with me, I know. I am a pretty girl. I am smarter than my Bimbo looks suggest too. I never have a problem getting a man or making friends. People like me. Maybe more men than women like me, but very few folks know the dark fantasies I harbor. It likely goes back to daddy. As much as I fought to reinvent myself, I only get off to rough and violent sex. I am attracted to sadistic men who harbor dark secrets. My daddy had dark secrets. I have been forthright about how him and his buddies abused me when I was young. I was not out of high school yet and I was a gangbang rape porn star. Most people assume I ran away because daddy was force fucking me several times a day. That was part of it, of course. But the main reason was because I discovered daddy’s dark secret. The house I grew up in belonged to my grandparents and had a bomb shelter behind the garage. Daddy told me it was not safe, and he would tear the skin off my ass if he ever caught me going down there. I got scared one day when I was home alone, and the tornado warning went off. I was mortified. Shackles built into the concrete, food in dog bowls, no light, creepy crawlies and an emaciated girl in a locked cage. The worse part was the big vat of lye. Daddy was kidnapping girls, doing sick shit to them and getting rid of the evidence right under my nose. I wanted to free the girl, but I feared my daddy’s wrath. I always regretted leaving her to die, but I ran away the next week. Now here I am 20 years later wanting to explore your killer phone sex fantasies. Therapists say girls want men like their fathers.

Ring in 2021 with Snuff Movies

snuff moviesRing in the new year with snuff movies. I am not kidding either. 2020 has been a train wreck. Let snuff films make you feel better knowing that some worthless cunt is getting slaughtered. I am a sick bitch. I do not just watch, however. I make my own snuff flicks too. I have made my one resolution for 2021 and that is to kill more. I want and I need to make more snuff films. 2020 was harder to get access to folks. My usual hunting grounds were closed down for months like malls and school playgrounds. I am hopeful that a vaccine will open shit back up and allow my mayhem to continue. I got the celebrations off to an early start but luring a teen whore away from Starbucks with the promise of making her a scream queen. Now, it was not a lie. It was just a different interpretation. She thought I was casting for a big screen horror movie, not a private snuff porn. I like girls thinking this is a real audition because it is so much fun when they give me their best audition. I let them tryout before I really torture and murder them so I can compare the staged fear against the real fear. The little skank I picked up last night was not giving me her best work during the audition. Once I pierced her perky nipples and sewed her whore cunt shut, she started giving me much more to worth with. Pain is a great motivator to give your best performance ever as a scream queen. Once my knives were out and piercing her tender age flesh, that little teen whore was giving me her best screams and her best fear. I tortured her for hours before I put her out of her misery. My guess is tonight, I will look for another young whore to mutilate and murder. The world needs more snuff sex videos. They are cathartic.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexI 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.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Christmas

cannibalism phone sexI 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.

Torture sex doll Stephanie

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Tonight I gave my master the perfect gift. I snatched up a tiny little whore for him to use a torture sex slut. He’s had his eye on a cute little brat, still small enough to believe in the magic of the season. She would make the perfect gift for him to use and destroy. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to get her to come with me. I waited until her mommy and daddy put her to bed before I tapped on her window softly. She didn’t even question me when I told her that I was Santa’s helper and she needed to come with me. Once I had her in the van, it was a done deal. I drove her to our warehouse in the middle of nowhere and presented my master with his gift. He had such a wild time breaking her in and mutilating her tiny body. Master had me whip her tiny thighs until her flesh was peeling and bleeding. He poured his bottle of vodka all over her bleeding welts. She tried to open her mouth to scream but he shoved his cock deep down her throat. I wrapped my hands around her little throat and squeezed his hard dick while she gagged and choked. He ripped every one of her tiny holes open and filled them with cum and piss. I helped him strangle her with her little panties and snuff the little slut out once he was finished with her. I had just enough time to toss her off of the bridge into the river on my way home.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Surprise

Cannibalism Phone Sex

I was asked to make the big holiday dinner for work this year, and I grinned cunningly at those faces around me. “I’ll make a meal to die for.” I chuckled. They thanked me, hypnotized by my charms and unaware that I truly am an agent of Evil itself. I decided I would give these corporate pricks more than they bargained for. I collected little darlings, and for a week I fed them wonderfully. They were spoiled with sweets, and herbs, and spices, and wines to keep them calm. I fed from them, letting my fangs sink into their neck here and there to sample their sweet blood whiskey I was craving more than anything.
The night before, I slaughtered and carved up my little lambs, and marinated those tender steaks. I cooked all day, feverishly. My little innocents got their bones used for stock, and I made a hearty soup from their organs, and some vegetables from my own garden. It was delicious, up until I added the arsenic. Then I let it simmer away, soaking wet and delighted at the feast that awaited my coworker cohorts.
They came, and I served them a delicious, robust meal. I stayed busy refilling decanters and wine glasses. None of them noticed I only picked from certain dishes. They complimented my steak, and asked what it was. I grinned, nonchalantly stroking my cunt under the table in a moment of rest, as I chuckled, “Goat. It’s young goat.” They were in awe. And then, the sickness set in as the apple cyanide custard was a sure hit. Cleaning up that evening, I stacked my bonfire high, cumming in front of the flames as I praised Baphomet.

Killer Phone Sex Slut

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If you’re up for a killer phone sex experience, you should definitely give me a call. No, really. I literally mean it.  I want to talk about the fantasies I have about killing someone. I know it might sound bad to some people. If that’s you, just keep scrolling. But if you have been turned on by thoughts of the same nature, then we really should have a talk about that. It could go so many different ways – maybe you want to snuff me out or maybe you want me to kill you. But what I really hope you’ll pick is the third option.

I think we should kidnap someone and get rid of them together. But of course, we’re going to have a lot of fun with her. It’ll turn me on so much seeing you spread her legs and fuck her against her will. Maybe I’ll get a strap on and force it in her, too. But instead of her pussy, can I shove my strap on cock deep into her little asshole? God, that sounds so good. And then, we can kill her. How do you want to do it? I say we suffocate her – it isn’t as messy and you can fuck her one last time while you do it! Can’t wait to play with you!

Beach please

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Who is up for some killer phone sex? I went to the beach for some fun today and I met this guy. He was so cute and sweet (lol). He carried all of my stuff from my car to the spot that I had picked out. I was wearing a new bikini and ready for some rays! He asked if I needed help with the sunblock for my back and so I handed off the bottle and he began to massage in the cream. I couldn’t help but moan as his fingers were doing something magical to my muscles. I felt a small pinch near my butt and jumped a little looking around for the culprit. My new friend just shrugged his shoulders and said that maybe it was a bug. I laid back to enjoy the sound of the waves and the warm sun. I started feeling sleepy and shrugged it off to the warm sun. I closed my eyes and when I awoke I was tied spread eagle to some posts driven into the ground. My new friend was standing over me and he laughed as he watched me struggle to get free. I begged him for help but he said that my time for help was over. I felt the cold ocean starting to lap at my feet and he told me that I had about 20 mins before high tide was in and over my head. I was crying and pleading but he took a seat up on some rocks above me to watch. The ocean was moving up my body as it was now up my legs, then up to my torso. He told me that I was sweet and that he enjoyed our time together. The water was now lapping at my chin with each wave and I knew that it wouldn’t take long before I would drown. Water was now over my mouth and nose and as I choked and drank that seawater I could only blame myself. When high tide went out he came and untied my body and left it on the beach for all the creatures to eat while he went in search of his next victim.