Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

The Home Invader

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I came home after a night out with friends. Realizing I had forgotten to lock the door, I shrugged as I walked in, thinking nothing of it. I took off my jacket and walked into my bedroom. Playing on my phone, I sat on my bed and kicked off my shoes. I faced my window, the closet behind me. Too occupied with my phone, I didn’t notice the man slipping out from my closet and sneaking up to me. He snatched me up, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. He pulled out a knife and held it to my neck, and I knew that was his warning, telling me if I tried to run, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I whimpered as he taped my wrists together, then to the bed post. He bunched up my top above my tits so they were exposed with my tummy. My skirt was next to be pulled off of me, and he took my panties into his mouth, licking the crotch before throwing them aside. He traced his knife up and down my body, circling my nipples, then my clit. I gulped in fear. Having something so sharp in such delicate areas was certainly unnerving. He took out his cock and shoved it inside my ass. It felt like fire as he ripped through me. I couldn’t help but let out a yelp of pain, and before I knew it, his blade sunk into my stomach. Blood poured out of my as he continued stabbing me. Standing up to reposition himself, he began to fuck one of the larger wounds in my torso. Blood bubbled out of my mouth as I cried and begged him to stop. Blowing his load inside my bloody knife, he left me just as I was as he escaped, his cum oozing out and mixing with my blood. Then he was gone.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies Langley

 

 

Murder phone sex Fantasies are one of my favorite pass times!

I had one that got me off so hard, I think I might have to send my work bench to be refinished…

I was at a bar, and of course, all my friends had left me there, by myself…. Poor me, right? Right. So I was pretty buzzed when this hot guy sat beside me, and started talking with me. We had a wonderful conversation, with so much in common! As we smiled and laughed, trading stories, his hand laid upon my thigh. My nipples shot out so very hard, and I was very aware of how wet I had become!

Needless to say, he came home with me! I was so horny, and so excited! But, as I walked through the door, a pain exploded behind my eyes, and everything went black…

I came to in my shop, naked but for my panties, and very strapped down! I could barely squeak around the gag in my mouth. There was that hot guy, standing over me, smiling so wickedly! Naked, and rock hard, he moved around my shop, opening drawers, examining shelves… I was crying, begging for my life with all I had, but it didn’t faze him. It seemed nothing would.

When he rolled my little table over to me, full of all things I owned out there with a blade, my blood froze! I couldn’t breathe for the terror gripped my throat so tightly!

Faster than my eyes could follow, he grabbed my curved skinning knife and slammed it deep into my pelvic bone! I screamed and screamed, choking on my own saliva-drenched tongue. I barely drew a breath before another slammed into the other side of my bone, shattering it to pieces within me. I started to black out from the pain, but a jolt from my own fucking tazer brought all new pain and awareness.

He was now holding my jigsaw, looking at the blade adoringly. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

He turned it on, and with his eyes looking deep into mine, slipped it through my flesh from hip-to-hip like a bot knife through butter. Small bits and pieces of me flew from the blade, splattering wetly all over his naked body, the walls, the ceiling. Pieces of my meat, my organs, everywhere.

As I cried, choking on my own fluids, and shaking from the deep cold only shock can bring, I could barely feel his hard cock stroking through my internal organs like a sickly wet pocket pussy.

As the last of my life drained from my body, and his hand playing at my mangled, missing pussy, I heard him come in my bloody body cavity…

Undeserving Whore Gets Decapitated

Violent Phone Sex

Walking through the mountain path, I stayed on my guard for mountain lions, which had been attacking people lately. I would have gone another way home, but this was quickest and I was in a hurry. A low rumble stirred from the bushes ahead as I stumbled upon exactly what I feared- a mountain lion! I let out a scream and tried to keep a big boulder between me and the beast, in hopes it would get bored and leave. Although, this was not the case. With one powerful pounce, the snarling creature cleared the boulder and pinned me down. Digging its powerful jaws into my shoulder, it began to drag me off the path. Bone crushing pain surged through my body. I struggled and screamed for help, but I could not break free. Just as I thought I would be dragged off and never found again, a rugged looking wild man burst through the bushes wielding a large sword and a can of bear mace. With a flying kick, he knocked the mountain lion off of me. The mace stung its eyes as it ran off through the trees. Blood still pouring from the bite mark, crying, I asked the man what I could do to repay him. Without a word, he dropped his pants, trying to get me to suck his dick. Shocked that he would suggest such a thing when I was so badly injured, I refused and demanded he take me to a hospital or call an ambulance for me. This did not bode well with the man. He grabbed me by the throat and forced his sweaty cock into my mouth. I bit down to get him off, but this was also the wrong choice. Looking angrier than ever, he kicked me in the chest, knocking me to the ground. He pulled out his sword and hacked off my head as revenge for his bleeding dick before fucking my dead body. I was an undeserving whore.

Raped in an Alley

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I was always told never to walk alone at night, but I was never a good listener. Walking home from my friend’s house was risky through that part of town, but I like danger I guess. I cut through an alley that took off about 10 minutes from my trip. I heard rustling behind me, but I could not see anyone when I turned around. Figuring it was just the wind, I looked forward again just to run right into a hooded man. He knocked me down and climbed on top of me. Frightened, I squirmed and fought my way out from under him. I tried to run, but he grabbed me, this time knocking my head into the side of the dumpster. Everything went blurry for a minute. Grabbing my ankles, he dragged me closer to him and pulled out a knife. I was still dazed from the blow to the head, so I couldn’t fight him off this time. Cutting a hole in the crotch of my pants, he whipped out his cock and started fucking me furiously. Then I felt an awful, sharp pain right in my stomach. He had sunk the blade right into me! Blood trickled from the wound, but he started stabbing me just as furiously as he was fucking me. Screaming as he fucked and knifed me at the same time, he pulled out and blew his load over my sputtering wounds before running off into the night.

Accomplice phone sex Torture of a Bitch

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We took a woman hostage. She was young, maybe 20 and a real bitch, that’s why we took her to begin with. She was mouthing off to my friend in a line at the movies. We snatched her while the theater was dark. She was going to scream but the knife in her ribs made her think otherwise.
We got her to his house, stripped her and immediately shoved a butt plug in her ass. She was screaming and yelling to let her go and asking if we know who she is. Neither of us cared. He took each of her wrists and wrapped rope around them, they were attached to a pulley on the ceiling and he hoisted her off the ground with a nice jerk. She screamed as one of her arms was jerked upwards the wrong direction, dislocating it. He clamped her nipples with a dress pants hanger; they pinched so hard it looked like her nipples would come off. He did the same with her clit. She was endlessly screaming so he told her if she made one more sound other than ones she was told to make he would cut out her voice box.
He took out all his stress and frustrations out on her body. With a large wooden paddle he cracked her across the ass very hard many times. As her skin started to turn deep purple, his hardening cock would get even more visible through his pants. He took the clamp off of her clit and she made a half scream, but remembered his threat. He put cuffs around each ankle and hoisted them into the air. Her body suspended, face down, he quickly jabbed the knife into her throat cutting her voice box. He laughed, “That’ll shut you up you fucking bitch.”
The torture continues next time….

Hunted

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Freezing rain came down as I ran through the unfamiliar woods in hopes of finding a road or somewhere to hide. It stung my bare skin at first, but now I had been naked out here for so long that I was numb. My feet, raw and bloody, throbbed as I wiggled my way under a small under a tree root. Squishing through the icy mud, twigs stabbed into me, but I didn’t care. The man was hunting me. He left me in the woods and told me to run. After narrowly escaping arrows, axes, and the clutches of this evil man, I was tired! I needed to rest. I shivered in the hollow for a while before I heard him approaching. I tried not to breathe, but he grabbed my foot, trying to drag me out. I was able to wriggle free and escape out the other side of the hollow. My feet couldn’t carry me any faster, pounding through the mud. Through my tears and sobs, I heard the cackling of a wild man, not far behind. A piercing pain struck my thigh and sent me tumbling. He got me with an arrow. Unable to run, I found no use in trying to escape anymore. He stood over me, taking off his pants. His cock, hard from the thrill of the chase, tore into my muddy cunt. His rough hands strangled me as he raped me. Then everything went black.

Snuff Sex With a Useless Whore

So your looking to take some sexual aggression out on a worthless whore are you? I’m just the prey, bait, or submissive whore that you desire. My big fake tits are always the target for a lot of torture as in my ass and cunt. I’m always falling into situations beyond my control and end up being left for dead or in the E.R. after some stranger finds me and takes their use of me first, even in my tattered fucked up form.

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Let me be your fuck doll for all your twisted desires to be acted out upon. My mere existence is as a useless whore and always in need of some form of rape phone sex fantasies to be acted out on me to really make me come.

I’m going to cum from this eventually…ending

Mutilation phone sex

After we broke her hip joints from jumping on her knees my ex started to randomly cut up and dismantle her. The head came off first and he sat and stared at it for a while, then suddenly started to skull fuck the head. I had heard the term before but haven’t seen it in the flesh.
He looked directly at me while he was doing his skull fucking and said to me…”I’m going to cum from this eventually.” And let out the most horrific laugh I have ever heard. I began to shake from all out realization that this was really happening. At first it felt like a dream or haze, not real…but it is very real and I don’t know what to do. I am frozen with fear. He shoots a load into the skulls mouth and then turns it around and hands it to me. Even more frozen I can’t take it from his hands and drop it. As it hits the floor the cum splatters out onto the floor and my ex looks at me and with the most insidious look, turns…grabs a large machete and cuts the body down the middle and says “My cum was going to be your lunch, now it’s guts. Enjoy.”

Killer Phone Sex Fun with a Friend

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a young girl, everyone called me Wednesday Addams because of my morbid fascination with death. Now, I never killed animals like most serial killers. I like animals. It’s people I hate. I am not really a serial killer either. Serial killers murder out of compulsion and they have a type of person they kill, along with a pattern. I kill because I want to, not because I need to. Sometimes I kill for money; other times I kill because the world doesn’t need another asshole or annoying brat. I am more like an angel of death than a serial killer. My killing is compassionate killing for the living. I have this girlfriend who was being harassed and stalked by a total loser. I mean she is a hot model. Statuesque beauty who can have any man she wants. Why would she waste time with a small dick loser? Especially one with no money. I threatened him once. I only give you one warning to back off. The second time we tango, you die. I don’t have the time nor the energy to waste giving warning after warning. Plus, how do I carry any weight if I have no follow through. I want to be taken seriously as a snuff porn queen. Brandon didn’t heed my warning. He also didn’t heed the court’s warning when he walked right through that restraining order. Just like Earle, Brandon had to die. My friend went with me. She was my accomplice and ticket into his gated home. He still lived with mommy and daddy at 35. How pathetic is that? They travel the world, so they were not home. Once we were in, he saw me. Rightfully so, he was scared. He tried to run, but I tossed a bottle at his head and down he went. I wanted to slit his throat immediately, but there is no fun in that. I tied him to his bed spread eagle and naked. Chopped off his balls so I could use them as a ball gag. Aimee did the honors and whacked off his pecker. We let him bleed out slowly and painfully, waited until the shock sunk in, then we sliced an artery and left to have dinner. He had no friends. His parents won’t find him for two weeks. Don’t be a loser or an asshole and you get to live.

Off with her head

 

Met some guy from the internet, it was my first time doing it. I’m a little older and online dating isn’t something I have done in the past. He had a big creepy house, which should have been my first clue. I thought, well not everyone can afford to paint and junk, so I took a chance.Snuff phone sex

As bad of idea as that was, I knocked on his door. He opened it wearing an apron, and I thought cool, dinner. There was a lot chemistry between us, and I was wanting to get fucked, so I made a move.

We went and sat on the couch, making out lead to getting naked. We played on the couch, and it was great sex. He was huge and hard and couldn’t seem to get enough. He told me it was his goal to make me cum first. My pussy was wet and throbbing I came more than once. He fucked my ass, my mouth, my pussy. I could tell he was getting close to cumming himself so I started to clench my pussy muscles. He is fucking me so hard, I have my eyes screwed shut…then I open them…he has a giant axe up over his head, he swings it down and my head is on the floor looking up at my severed neck.

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I see him pull out, and he grabs my hair, with my head in mid air, he cums on my face and in my mouth, my mind goes to black. Dead, he continues to fuck my mouth. Dropping my head like it was trash; he grabs the shoulders of my dead body and starts to fuck the hole in my beheaded neck.

I sit up; startled from sleep…it was a dream. Why are there marks on my neck?