I love a good kidnapping phone sex call. For me, kidnapping is super hot because I never know what will happen. Was I kidnapped to be sold as a sex slave? Was I snatched to be force fucked? Did a cannibal kidnap me so he could cook and eat me? Was I snatched to be killed? I had a hot kidnapping call last night. One that gave me wet dreams. I was snatched while hitchhiking on the highway. It was a woman who picked me up, so I felt safe. Her male accomplice was hiding in the back seat. He drugged me, while his wife drove me to an uncertain future. I woke up with my hands tied behind my back. I had been stripped naked. I was yanked out of the bed I was sleeping in while my drug induced stupor wore off. I had to kneel in front of the man who drugged me. He stood over me whipping me and smacking my tits. He pulled his cock out to skull fuck me. I was surprised how big his cock was. I started gagging and choking. He had his hand around my neck the entire time. Was he just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies or was he going to kill me? I tried to be an obedient sex slave. I knew my life depended on it. He ushered in some men who paid him to fuck me. I was doing all the work and he was taking all the profit. I let the men gang bang me. It was not like I had a choice. Not if I wanted to live. After the men had their jollies, I was auctioned off to the highest bidder for snuff. The other men who fucked me jacked off on my body as the highest bidder stabbed me to death. You just never know what will happen when you are kidnapped.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
I Love Kidnapping Phone Sex Calls
Ending the Year and My Life with Snuff Sex
I was Christmas shopping at the mall. Snuff sex was not on my mind. But it was on his mind. As I walked to my car, I felt eyes on me. I am a hot woman. It happens. When I popped my trunk to store my bags, I felt a sharp prick in my neck. Some one drugged me with a needle. I went limp as everything went dark. I woke up tied to a bed with a gag in my mouth. Some guy I didn’t know was talking to me in a language I didn’t understand either. I struggled, testing how tightly I was bound. He saw me, said something, then burned my left nipple with his cigar. I felt a tear run down my face from the pain. He pulled his cock out and pissed on my tit where he burned me. He had this sinister look on his face. He liked inflicting pain. I saw him grab a knife and I pissed the bed I was tied to. He chopped off my tit. I screamed as loud as I could, but it was muffled. When he cut off my other boob, I passed out. He slapped me back awake. Looking at my defiled breasts made me sick. I puked but ended up swallowing it all back down. I wanted to die. I knew snuff porn was how I was going to end the year. I saw him pick up a bat inspired by The Walking Dead Lucille bat that Negan used to kill Glenn and Abraham. I saw him hold it over my head. I prayed for a quick death, but that didn’t happen. I laid there with my own brain matter sprayed over my face twitching while my killer stroked his cock. It seemed like an eternity until everything went dark.
Snuff Porn and Castration
While most folks are watching Christmas movies, I am watching snuff porn. I am more murderous this time of year because I lack any holiday spirit and I hate people. Bah humbug. I could only watch so much before I had to kill. But who? Who had been the naughtiest? I wanted to kill my neighbor but that would break my rule of killing close to home. I have a few rules I adhere to and they keep me safe from the law. I went to the mall and picked up a guy who resembled my loser neighbor. The issue with my neighbor is that he thinks he is a Lothario. He has a revolving door of women but makes them all think she is the only one. He thinks he is George Clooney or something, but he looks more like one of the Three Stooges. He is not handsome and because he is an exhibitionist, I can see he is not hung either. No clue what women see in him. He is not rich. He is not handsome, and he is not hung. Triple loser. My guess is he lies. Tells women he is some rich guy, but he is a poser. Since I couldn’t kill him, I could kill a man like him, or at least castrate him. I found this goober who thought he had what I wanted. If I wanted a fat poor pathetic loser, then sure, he had what I needed. But I would never need that. I let him think we were going to my cabin in the woods to fuck. I castrated him. Just like I do on castration phone sex calls. I chopped his balls off. They were just little nuggets anyway. He started crying in pain and bleeding like a stuck pig. I just laughed as he cried for his worthless nuts. I went out to kill, but I wanted him to live without his balls. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he is not all that. Now, I need to figure out what to do with my loser neighbor and you. I bet you are just as pathetic.
Mutilation phone sex And Destruction of Souls
I enjoy mutilation phone sex on a deeper level. My blood rushes to my clit as I decide my victims’ fate. My hands and implements of torture will transform you, your spouse or your picture-perfect brats into a work of blood art. I discovered my love for mutilating bodies at a rave a couple of years ago. I was green around the edges and had just been slicing up small creatures until then. The lights flashed red and a siren went off and I saw blonde cheerleader types being herded like cattle into another room. I snuck behind to see women tying those pretty bombshells up and shiny destruction tools glimmering as the lights strobed. One by one faces, tits and genitals were transformed into mushy bloody messes. I felt someone beside me say that I was not in this room by accident. I piece of the thigh was sliced off and handed to me to eat raw. I gulped it down and felt my body racked with violent orgasm as I was held down and fucked to be initiated into the true gothic cannibalism and killing the underground world. Do you dare see what this goth teen phone sex whore has in store for you and your cock?
Nobody Will Miss That Whore
Me and Daddy took a little hiatus after that home invasion. For one we were tired and secondly, we needed to avoid any law enforcement. But the constant news coverage was too much. We needed to play. So, we went down to 2nd St to pick up a prostitute. Nobody would miss her now would they? We picked her up and brought her back to Daddy’s garage. There we smoked some meth and drank an outrageous amount of alcohol. She was out of her mind so we knew this would be easy. We undressed her, laid her on the table and strapped her down. Daddy hopped up and stuck his dick right in her mouth and fucked her throat hard. Not wanting to be left out I strapped on a big black dildo and hopped up and fucked her pussy raw. Then me and Daddy pulled out our little box of tools. We pulled out an ice pick and a nice butcher knife. Not wanting to listen to her screams we stuffed her nasty panties deep inside her cum filled mouth. We sliced those big saggy titties right off. Next, we decided to remove that pussy of hers, but not before sticking that ice pick deep inside numerous places in her belly. Blood was pouring out of that whore and had puddled on the floor. Me and Daddy lay right in that blood and fucked each other until we were covered with her blood and my hair was red from it. She made the occasional moans, but we knew she wouldn’t last long. So, we quickly called Daddy’s friends to come over to fuck her and placed bets on who would be fucking her when she took her last breath.
The Tide Runs Red on a Black Night.
The wolves are howling and hungry on a bloody phone sex night. She lies there in a pool of pool and semen. The glassy eyes stare into the darkness. Just a few hours ago she was a beautiful woman. But she was a bitch, this woman who broke your heart. She ran off with your best friend. Now he’s gator bait out in the swamp and she is dead fuck meat. I knew you had the evil in you when you came to me, begging for help. A few sips of my special elixir and you exploded with rage, eager to destroy her. We abducted her, brought her to my lair. She was all fire at first, calling you every name. Tiny cock, no balls, loser. But when I walked in the room, knocked her to the floor, and slammed a stiletto heel in her eye, that flame turned to despair. And then to begging and praying as the torture began. We fucked every hole, probing her “hot little pussy” with a red hot poker. The screams inflamed us, driving us into a sexual frenzy. I made tiny cuts on her tits before I cut off her nipples. Then I handed the blade to you. You put her on her knees and made her beg for her life as you destroyed her asshole with an angry cock. You slashed her throat just as orgasm overtook you, riding her to a thrashing bloody happy ending. Who do you need to punish? What bitch deserves to die?
The eyes of death upon you.
Look into these big, dark eyes and tell me what you see. Black, empty holes where a soul should be. That’s what some say. Others claim one look into my eyes and they are blind to everything but my wishes. A few find the gateway to hell inside. All of those make me smile because either way you are mine now. I’m your Mistress of the dark. One sip of my potion and you will reveal every wicked desire, every terrible thing you’ve done. Amuse me and I may let you live. Piss me off and you will wish you were dead. I thrive on mental and physical pain. Will you join me as my accomplice as we get even the innocent to confess their sins. You will bring me new victims, like your filthy whore ex-wife, or you will become my new toy. Which sounds better? Watching another’s blood drip from their body or the thought of your own imminent death if you deceive me and deprive me of my sacrifices. I know your black heart well and I believe you’ll obey. Otherwise, you’ll be yet another lump of nameless flesh that my gator pets will enjoy for dinner. Which will it be? Let’s play a game….
Home Invasion Sex is so Hot Part III
And as the mom looked on in horror, I sucked her husbands cock again until it was nice and hard. I motioned for daddy to come over and bring a nice, sharp, big knife and slice that thing right off. The husband screamed in pain, the mother sobbed, and the little ones were horrified. How hot the scene was. Lucky for me the cock was still semi hard. Not hard enough to stick up the mom’s ass as I was hoping but hard enough that I could stick it right in her mouth. There she sat with her husband bloody cocked shoved deeply in her mouth. There was nothing she could do. Me and daddy and friends looked at our lovely bloody work while we passed a joint and drank some beer. Now what to do with the little boy and girl? We pondered and decided we would teach them how to fuck. I rubbed that little guys dick until it was nice and hard and then I licked that sweet things pussy a few times until it was good and lubed. Daddy held her down with her legs spread and I guided the son’s dick right into that pussy and showed him how to thrust it inside her. The mother cried and sobbed through her husband’s cut off dick in her mouth. It was glorious. Soon the little dude was coming all in his sister and enjoying it. She lay there with blood and her brothers cum running out of her little bald pussy. That made daddy so horny and he couldn’t contain himself, so he put that sweet young girl on the table and fucked her pussy right in from of the mother. And of course, I was so turned on I made that little cock hard again, sat him in a chair and rode that little dick until we both came. Once daddy was done all his friends lined up and took that little bald pussy too. It was like a bloody cummy buffet on that table. Once daddy and friends were done with her, they eyed the son…………
Slice & Dice
I met this guy who has the same sick ass twisted mind like me. We decided to go out for a date and have a little fun. Our mission was to catch a slutty prostitute whore then bring her back to the hotel and rape fantasy all of her cum holes. Let’s just say we did everything as planned and then some. I stayed at the hotel and he brought the slutty cum guzzling whore back. She laid on the bed and spread her legs wide open for Michael to enter his hard stiff cock into her pussy. Before she could even blink I gutted the bitch like a fish. Michael never flinched and continue to fuck her bleeding now lifeless body. Whores are never worth anything anyway. Dead or alive they are only good for a fuck. Michael says the pussy is even better dead than alive. He says upon death it swells up around his cock. I laughed an evil laugh and continued to watch Micheal fuck this worthless whore. Her body split open from the top to the bottom. This made my flesh crawl but my cunt even wetter. Can you get my pussy to cum by being my accomplice? We can find a pretty little whore to kill or maybe even someone you know.
Snuff Sex Shopping
While folks are out shopping for the best deal, I will be hunting for snuff sex. I have an annual Black Friday tradition. Now that stores are open on Thanksgiving for shopping, I can kill today. I am thankful for American greed. Because money conscious bitches want to get the most for their money, they will forgo their family obligations to shop. It is almost all women shopping too. The ages range. There are little ones with their moms, college age girls and old bitches fighting each other for deals. I spent last night sharpening my knives. I was out on the road early this morning shopping for the perfect prey. I found a young mom and her super cute little girl. It was sort of a waste because I had no accomplice to help with the little girl. Now, I am great with torture sex. I love fucking little girls as well as older women up. I will carve a slut up like a Thanksgiving turkey. It is just without a man like you around, there is no one to fuck the little sluts properly. It was okay. I still had fun. I snatched them up after leaving Starbucks. They were getting caffeine to shop. No shopping for them. I pushed them in the back of my SUV and knocked them out with a shot in the ass. They woke up scared, naked and tied up. I tortured the little girl first because it is so much fun making a mommy watch helpless as I skin her angel alive. I left the girl barely alive while I dismembered mama. May she rest in pieces lol. The little girl screamed but it was weak. Dying makes the screams weak, but she got out some arousing blood curdling screams before I skinned her. While mommy and daughter were bleeding on the floor, I let them look at each before I carved out their hearts. Black Friday indeed. Who wants to hunt with me tomorrow?