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Kidnapping phone sex with Georgia: Murder Van

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Kidnapping those girls for you was more fun than would I ever admit and it was easy too. Normally a creepy van would make anyone feel anxious, but I was close to their age so they trusted me. Also, it’s so cold outside that no one wants to walk anywhere. Eventually they figured out what was happening and started to freak out, but it was fun watching them squirm.ageorgia
When they started to scream you only had to pull your gun out to silence them. The girl with the red hair was so scared that she pissed her pants after you pointed it at her head. After you slapped her across the face she started cry too! Then, we both just laughed and told her how disgusting she was.
Her slutty brunette friend Julia was shaking and covering her eyes, but you forced her to open them. Once we parked the van, you tied them both up with rope and started rubbing your gun over both their bodies. After you fucked the red head’s cunt with it, you walked over to her friend and made her clean your gun with her mouth. Julia’s crying was annoying you so much that you pulled the trigger, causing her brains to splatter all over the van. Both of us were covered with it and chunks of her skull too.
The red head started screaming and causing a commotion so you had to shoot her. It was a disappointing that we didn’t get to use her more, but I understood. It actually turned out to be a good thing because then we just fucked next to their dead bodies, watching them bleed out. I never squirt that hard before!

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No One Expects The Spanish Inquistion

Mutilation phone sexOh those crazy, crazy Spanish in the middle ages.  Using all sorts of delicious sharp objects to help the Heretics find Jesus.  All in the name of the Church and God.  Imagine sitting in your little mud hut, just feeling miserable because you have nothing to eat, lice are biting your body and head, you smell like piss and shit and in comes one of the King’s guards.  They snatch you and your wifey up and you are taken to the center of town.  There in all their pompous glory are Bishops from the almighty Catholic Church.  You just know you are fucked.

They read the charges, you deny them, they say you are not telling the truth so they take you to a dungeon.  Do they sit you down, offer you tea, read a few passages from the Bible and have you pray for forgiveness? Oh no.  They get right to the torture, because what is the Catholic Church without some sort of torture?  They take your wife, rip her dress off and expose her milky white breasts and push her up against the wall, tits first.  You cannot quite see what they are doing, but you can tell by her screams that they aren’t showing her the scenic views.

They step away from her and they ask you one more time if you are guilty.  You adamantly deny any charges, because you didn’t do anything wrong.  Of course you are wrong, everyone sins, so everyone must repent for something.  They pull her shoulders and she screams even louder.  You plead with them to stop but they continue.  Then the Bishop holds up his hand and says with a sickeningly sweet affect in his voice, “All you have to do is repent then your soul will be saved and you will be absolved of any and all sin.”  You cannot bare to hear any more pain filled noises from your wife, so you lie, admit to what ever wrong doing they insist you did and ask for forgiveness.

The Bishop nods at the dungeon guards who begin to push your wife forward then yank her back.  It only takes a few minutes for your wife to pass out from the pain.  They take her from the wall and turn her around, her breasts are ripped to shreds, the meat is hanging loosely from her chest.  Blood is dripping down to the floor in thick drops.

You are yanked up from your seat quickly and your head is placed on an oak block.  Before you can tell your wife you are sorry, your head is disconnected from your body.  Praise Jesus!  Your wife is left to return to your village as a warning, nobody will speak to her, or go near her.  She is forever ruined, she is forever marred by one of the instruments of torture used called the Breast Ripper, and your soul gets to spend eternity in hell for lying.  Seems legit.

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Bed Time Nightmares With Reagan * Chapter One: The Torture Sex Snuff Studio

Torture Sex Reagan She had no idea the Torture Sex snuff house was the location of her newest nightmare. “$2,500 is paid after film is completed. Room and board provided for the week of production. Meals included and transportation is provided throughout your time here at the house.” Shaking his hand she thought it seemed like a good deal. She only had to endure a week of the actual filming. Something she, and probably 99% of the woman in this world, had always said they would never do. But never say never. She then wondered about how the porn industry flourishes during these times, when almost all of America seems to be having economical hardships. How many woman did this industry soak up? She shrugged it off and was more than ready to start this week. She was ready for it to be next Saturday for sure. That day she would be walking out of this house, cash in hand.. and hoping for at least 15% of her self respect and dignity left. She would never see that day.Torture Sex Reagan

Her first day she was told to meet downstairs in the common room. This was more like a living room, but since this was once a boarding house, it was the common place of the renters. She almost felt comfortable in this room. Something would not let her completely relax, she just assumed it was the day ahead and what she was preparing to do. He joined her within a few moments and re introduced himself as Collin.

When she entered the basement she noticed it was bare. This was odd, and her brain immediately started to try to make sense of it. Should there not be a film crew down here? Before she could connect any reason as to why she was not on the set of a pornography film, but in the basement of a house where no one was aware of her location, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. The world went black.

Sense of smell entered her mind first.. damp, metallic, and sour. Hearing flooded her brain.. feet shuffling, several male voices where she was able to make out the few words “rape, torture, snuff film”. Still unable to move and not sure if it was the bindings she was beginning to be aware of, or her being half unconscious. Fearful to open her eyes, she was not sure of when that was available.Torture Sex Reagan

For the next few days her world turned to horrifying pain. She lived longer then most. Endured gang bang after bloody gang bang. Her flesh torn off of her body inch by inch. With each cock she was forced to pleasure they slowly peeled a token off of her tortured body. Some stuffed her ass with her own skin chunks while others ate them as they dumped their cum all over her gaping wounds. And a time or two was forced to eat her own bloody chunks. Machines were hooked to her in various places to deliver electric shock during her violation. At one point, her captors used a needle and thread to close her cunt and ass, only to rip through her flesh with spiked rubber cocks. In the end, Collin reappeared to costar in her last scene. As he entered her mutilated and gaping hole with a baseball bat, one last slice opened her gut. As her insides leaked onto the floor he was pushing them throughout with that wooden bat. Empty, bloody, and now snuffed, he coated her face with his sticky seed. And just in time to check in the next fuck pig.

 

Snuffed My Sister

You tricked me. You told me that if I got you someone else that you would let me go. I thought it was too simple, too easy, and I was right. The drugs you gave me made me so stupid, and I gave you enough info to find my sister. She doesn’t deserve this. She isn’t like me. But you fooled me, and told me that you were just going to fuck her and that she would never know it was me that told you how to find her alone.

She walks the woods near her house every morning. She’s always alone. Tiny like me. I can’t believe I placed her within your sights. I am such a stupid little cum whore. In an attempt to save my pathetic life, I believed you. Even though I know what an evil monster you are. How could I not know you would fuck me over? I woke up chained in your living room as you brought her through the front door. She was terrified and crying, and I tried to tell her I was sorry but I couldn’t speak through my gag. I began to cry, trying to show her that I was sorry.

When she saw me, I saw the look on her face as she  realized that I had something to do with her being taken by you. She started screaming at me “How could you??!!”. She knows I am a useless slut that lets men like you torture my body for pleasure, and now she knew that I had placed her in your path. The one thing you promised me wouldn’t happen. You threw her down in front of me and she just kept screaming as you beat her and stripped her down and tortured her perfect little body.

All I could do is cry and try to express how sorry I was.  You hit her so hard I saw her eyes roll back and her blood splattered all over me. I watched you cut her open with your knife and her blood pool all over the carpet. You fucked her little body as she bled everywhere. She was still concious and every once in awhile glanced at me. She was dazed, but just awake enough to keep your interest as you pounded her ass. I pulled against the chains trying to make you stop, but it was useless. You had tricked me, and now you had my sister, and the torture continued throughout the day.

I watched you cut off her nipples, so similar to mine. I watched as you ate them while her blood flowed out slower and slower from every wound. I watched her skin turn pale and her lips turn blue. In my head I was so sorry, but my sister would never know. You snuffed her right in front of me, and she left this earth thinking that I had brought her here. Here to you – this hell on earth. And the fucked up part is she was right.  

Necrophilia Phone Sex with Toni: Dead Dolls

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Death has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl I heard my first death rattle, but it was watching her eyes glaze over that fascinated me the most. Her name was Molly, we were both 10 years old-I HATED her. She was the first person I remember hating actually, there was just something about her that really pissed me off. It wasn’t just those pretty pink ribbons she wore in her light blonde hair, seeing them that day is just what triggered my attack. What really bothered me was her fucking attitude!
Molly’s last day above ground was a cloudy Saturday afternoon. I caught her wandering through the woods in my backyard picking flowers and cornered her. At first she thought it was joke, she even laughed a little. It was funny until I had both of my tiny hands wrapped tightly around her throat. Then, suddenly she took the situation seriously.
That bitch tried to fight back too! Can you believe that? She tried to grab my hands and throw me down on ground, but obviously that didn’t work. All of her struggling just wasted energy which probably made her die even faster. Poor little slut didn’t even have time to pray before her last breath passed through her lips. Seconds later, Molly’s eyes were blank. I stared into them for about five minutes, but snapped out of it once I realized I had to get rid of her body. Foolish girl I was, I just kicked her corpse into the river and watched it float away.

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Ever since then I’ve been addicted to death. Not just murder or watching someone die, I love everything about it. When I was 16 I straggled a boy named Eddy. It didn’t matter that he was 18 and on the wrestling team, he still died very easily. I started off on top of him, riding his thick throbbing cock. I continued like that for awhile, but when I got bored I wrapped my hands around his throat. He struggled while I was fucking and choking him at the same time, but it didn’t save him. Eddy filled my soaked cunt with his last load of cum just seconds before he died, it was fucking amazing! That was the first time I ever killed someone while their prick was still inside me and now I do it every chance I get.
Maybe I enjoyed it too much the first time. Is it bad that I kept Eddy around for awhile? I mean, it wasn’t for long because of the smell. Couldn’t have been more than a week before I found a replacement. Don’t worry I had a lot of fun with Eddy, with a massive dick like his I didn’t mind that he was dead. Watching him decay more and more each day was just as exciting as fucking him. Once I threw Eddy, I found plenty more toys to play with. I’ll never run out the world has an endless supply!!

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My Little Meat Market

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My Planned Escape

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It has been a hard few weeks.  I can’t see my family I’m held as their humble servant.  I’m still their money train so until I quit producing they won’t allow me to leave.   I cry and whimper so much I want to escape, maybe with dinner tonight I can conjurer up something to help.

Tonight’s dinner consisted of breaded tenderloin and a baked potatoes.  I been losing weight, I can’t eat with the plastic utensils they provide me.  At this moment I stood my ground if you want me to eat, I need proper fork and I need something to cut this with.  They must have been preoccupied because I got a real fork and a steak knife.  I thought to myself at last maybe I can get free.  I sat and ate feeling accomplished, and planning my departure.  I can’t help but to feel tonight is the night.  After I ate and performed their meagerly tasks they have me do, I put my plan into action.

I sneak up behind one of the captors and apply the knife they left me to their neck.  I apply pressure leaving serrate marks, demanding they let me go.  He rises with me, knife still firmly in place.  At a flash of second he slams me against the door frame. The force is so strong it dislodges the knife from my hand and falls several feet away. I am hopelessly lost.

Next thing I feel is sharp pain in my gut, and fall to floor.  I awaken on a cold steel table, the lights are bright I feel this immense heat near my feet.  I see through blurring vision one of the captors coming toward me with a glowing object.  I hear them whisper in my ear, you will never be free you are ours.  Your body and soul belongs to us, this is just a reminder that you are just merely property.  My skin starts to burn. The pain is intense, with that I become incoherent of my surroundings and drift off.   

I awaken some time later, to smell of burnt flesh.  Its smells raw and scorched.  I try to roll but can’t the pain is too intense.  I look down to see I’ve been branded with the word lackey.  How can this be? The last thing I remember was lying on a cold steel table. I gasp they branded me my memory came flooding back.  They have no intention of ever letting me go. The knife was my last attempt I am theirs forever. knife play phone sex

There Is No Way Out

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It Was The Perfect Place

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Your Card Has Been Dealt

Meeting up with my dealer we had to hook up in a sketchy way due to things unrelated. In order to get what I wanted for my Holiday I had to accommodate his hectic schedule. We met up in a vacant lot off of a dirt road, and of course I was on my bike and packing.

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As it was getting fairly dark I started getting a little impatient with this asshole. As I was trying to be nice but that has quickly faded. I slid my boot knife out and slid a sharpening stone out of my bag I started sharpening my knife. Sitting on my bike sharpening a pointy assed stiletto and smoking I wasn’t fucking playing.

This little bastard dealer came rolling up in his tacky assed low rider trying to look all fucking cool. Well I found him more fucking annoying than ever. I just continued to slide my blade across the stone. He brought my shit over to me stuttering when he saw the look on my face. I slipped the stone away and spit shined my blade before dipping it into the bag of blow. I pulled out a fat bump and snorted it up. This only made me more irritated as he was trying to rush me with the payment.

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I got your payment mother fucker. Slipping off my bike as I slide my hand in my jacket I withdraw a Ruger and put it to his head. Mother Fucker I don’t like being played, and it appears I didn’t make this clear upfront. I WILL Fuck Your World Up, and leave your dead corpse in a vacant lot in the middle of nowhere.

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