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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Victims Log 23

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     Murder phone sex fantasies victim’s log 23 had been established the day these mother fuckers had brought me here. I knew I was not going to make it to 100 and if I did at what cost would it be?I was kicking that bitch as hard as I could and he was just too strong. He was putting these razors in my tits and pulling them so hard that they certainly would have popped off. I felt his hand cover my mouth and his cock shoved down my throat. He was going to fill me with his cum and there was nothing I could do! I came up with the plan, I knew what he was going to do and each step he did was just one more toward my death. Yes ,it was ugly to think that a filthy bitch like me would ever have a chance of escaping this gang. I was here to fuck and suck whatever they told me too. I knew that’s what they wanted to fuck the shit out of me for a bastard’s mistakes. Hadn’t I learned a lesson already that the streets got no love for mother fuckers like me! I was ready to die now after so many days in shit and I was going to go peacefully but they had just one more mission for me to do. They were going to make sure that everyone knew they were the biggest gang in town. I felt the chain around my fucking neck and tits.

      The sound of the truck started and something  was pushed up my ass. I heard them say a prayer didn’t know hell had  prayers. One kissed my forehead like we were lovers. His foul breath invaded my nose and caused me to gag further. I heard a clap a stomp and then the racing of the truck but then all of a sudden it stopped. I breathed in slowly thinking it was over! Then I saw your cock in your hand, the knife the edge shiny and new and that sinister smile that said the games were just being played and I had lost!

Killer Phone Sex Case of Revenge

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     Killer phone sex case of revenge was going to kill me at last.That fucking bitch needed to die I rationalized. All that fucking slut had ever done was talk shit about my fucking clothes, boyfriend, and fucking tits. She was better off dead the fucking little whore. I saw the door open and a dark mask get out of  the vehicle I gasped, but there was not going to be any turning back. You took that fucking razor and put it to my throat and told me to get in. For  a moment I thought of running but I knew you were here for revenge. Pulling the mask over my face you whisked me into the van and I tried to see out of the corner of my eyes. I tried to see the light of day anything to scream for help but there is no help from the big house of hell! You were going to take me and fuck me to death I knew that. Why wouldn’t  you take Revenge on the bitch that had fucked and sucked your sister and left her for dead? In my mind I knew my end was coming but I  was going to take you with me no matter what!

     As the darkness of the night enclosed and the weight of the mask caused me to try to get air to my lungs I wondered what kind of fun torture things you had in store. None could be more deadly then what I had done to her.  Was it to be Chinese water torture, a noose around my neck? Whatever it was I hoped death was going to be fast! I just knew for a fact that maybe it just wasn’t going to be easy. Maybe it was just going to be  a hardcore you fuck me in the ass  kind of thing and  then throw me down a hill. My mind couldn’t grasp the hell you had in store nor would it ever!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair

rape phone sex fantasies mommyI woke in a good mood that day. Got up to get the newspaper to discover a dead bird and dead flowers at my doorstep. A note simply said, “whores don’t deserve pretty things.” I tried to erase the image of dead things from my mind with a morning jog through a nearby cemetery. As I was running, I felt something hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground, landed on a bed of decaying flowers on an old grave. Before I could get up and access my damage, a group of men scooped me up and tossed me in to a old creepy mausoleum.

It felt like I was in there for days. I am claustrophobic, so being enclosed with a dead body made hours seem like an eternity. My attackers came back at nightfall. “We’ve been watching you Blair,” said the ringleader. “You give up your pussy and ass to anyone. That makes you a whore. No one misses whores.” They started ripping my clothes off, slapping me around, treating me like a street corner junkie hooker. They forced me down on their cocks. Spit in my face as they skull fucked me. Pissed down my throat as they came. Shoved dead flower petals in my mouth to force me to drink their cum. Gagging, convulsing, blood trickling down my face from a cut on my head…I had to look awful, but that didn’t matter to them. I was simply their fuck pig. They even made me squeal like one to prove that I was nothing but a dirty animal.

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One guy tied me up and bent me over the cold stone coffin, while his buddies took turns sodomizing my ass and fisting my cunt. Spiders and other creepy crawlies were covering my flesh as they violated all my fuck holes. They were laughing and drinking as I was crying and puking. At least 8 of them, so for hours upon hours they force fucked me in an abandoned mausoleum. I begged to be let go. Promised I wouldn’t tell a soul. “Of course you won’t Blair because dead whores tell no tales,” said the guy in charge right before he punched me unconscious.

I woke up in the coffin. The dead flowers covering my body were the least of my worries. I was nestled in between two decaying bodies of women who likely were victims of the same group of men as me. I went into a panic attack. I could hear muffled laughter as I felt my chest constrict to the point I could barely breathe. When I would imagine the most horrible death, it pretty much looked like this. Enclosed in a small space, naked, violated, with decaying flesh and a host of creepy insects.

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Bloody Phone Sex Train Departure

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      Bloody phone sex train departure 160 all aboard to hell anyone was what I was thinking as I laid here with my life running out of me.We were  both on the train together going to our preferred destinations. I was trying really hard not to look back at him because I just had ate lunch I noticed the deepest  brown of eyes that I don’t think I was really quite seeing before. You were engrossed in a book and I thought by the sound of your voice  we had per chance ,met somewhere before. I was so happy to get a café with you and talk about our English assignment. I was trying my best not to notice that as we were talking a guy with the deep brown eyes was getting closer to me. I was hanging on your every word and then suddenly ,I felt the sting to my back and  my eyes got heavy , I leaned forward against your chest and slumped into a drugged sleep.

     I could move my legs I could get away I could be free of this madness that was killing me at this point. For the hundredth time it seemed I felt your cock push in my asshole. The tiny hooks in my flesh were tearing my skin off of its frame and the masking tape around my nose and mouth were securely fastened. I couldn’t move and all I could feel was the stiff blunt force of the knife on my skin and your plunging cock deep in my walls. My tears were stained onto my face and there was no more coming out of me. I thought you were the nicest guy that just wanted to talk about fantasies , you never said anything about living what we talked about over the phone. I was thinking I was lonely and wanted to meet someone nice you were thinking of a sadistic case of cat and mouse that was going to have my ass in this trap you had set! As you came around to look me in the eyes and grab my hair I thought it was my chance to run, but I was far too weak to do anything. I was going to die at the hands of someone I knew. Blinking back the tears ,I felt the pain of a slap hit my face and then the knives began the piercing in my skull it would not end this pain this torture would go on for another 160 days.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies take on Love

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

     Murder phone sex fantasies take on love scene was that fucking stupid shit you saw in one of those gory picture films. I had fucked up and I was going to have to pay for that.My eyes were filling with tears as he fucked my ass with the razor.I had been trying to get away from him for the past half hour but he would never let that happen. If a person wanted to cut you open they were going to do it! I know why I had to suffer I had on more than one occasion broken his heart and he wasn’t tolerating my abuse anymore! He was going to let me have it and I knew  that meant in the end that I had to die. It had tarted good enough I had asked him for a ride home and he was the agreeable type and from there he was trying to make sure that I was ok every minute of the day. The thing I disliked about him was that he was a push over and so I guess that’s why I pretended to like him for a bit just to get shit out of him. He was becoming more attached and now  he was going to fucking kill me.  I felt the razor in my cunt and I knew that the sight of the blood was going to knock me out! I wanted so much to hold tight for the life inside but his grip was too strong. Taking the meat clever out of the drawer and pressing it to my ear, he said”You bitch you could have played by the rules but you didn’t” Now you will pay for your transgressions !”  I know what he thought of me the filthy slut who had slept with his sister and best friend together, and he was going to make me pay for everything. I felt the meat cleaver tear into my back and I let out a scream but then it stopped! I felt my body go limp him pulling down his pants and fucking me over the head with something but I don’t know what it was!

    I was dead for sure and he was fucking me I guess no matter what he was doing I couldn’t help but think that I deserved all of it!

Killer Phone Sex Final Results

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    Killer phone sex had me at the end of my life but I was not going out without fucking this bitch ass nigga up!“You stupid nigger get back here!” I was running as fast as my legs could carry me and I was still not going to get away from his ass! I was trying my best too. I kicked this mother fucker as hard as I could and ran like my life depended on it! From what I could see it really did! He was trying to fuck me up for stealing his fucking supply for my husband. I knew he was going to do that but what the fuck I needed now was some god damn distance to figure how the fuck I was going to get out of there! I was trying to get to the nearest exit but the blood in my eyes was making it hard to see! I couldn’t let this sorry son of a bitch catch me and I damn sure knew that he was not going to let me live if he did.

     I knew too much about his undercover operation for using bodies of people to transport his fucking cocaine and whatever other shit he had going on, Plus he loved to fuck those dead bodies up the ass. This was one sick mother fucker alright and I was doing my best to get the fuck away from him! Was it my fault that bitch ass nigga had gotten me here! Would this shit ever end? As I felt the hook go in my back and the needles in my nipples injected, I knew that was it for me! It was going to be my last good bye but what did I have to lose. I was going to die trying to beat the fuck out of this motherfucker and take him with me to hell!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Nigger Down

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     Rape phone sex fantasies  nigger on the run race had me going fucking crazy. I knew I had dropped a dime on them to the cops but did I deserve this humiliation? I was gagging on this mother fucking cock and he was sure not doing me any favors by having this knife at my back Yeah I knew that cum was dripping out of my fucking ass because this bitch had tried to rip the fucking insides apart. I was trying to bite and claw my way out of this but there was nothing I could do! I couldn’t get away from four of cruelest gang bangers of the city! They were going to fuck my ass no matter what and then leave me on the side of the fucking road to repay the debt! That’s how the streets were you had to have some dignity and honor in all things! These mother fuckers could play the role all they wanted but I knew I was going to die. Hell they had been preparing me for it all week first taking away my food and then water. The only reason I was surviving right now was because they were pissing on me on a constant basis and I was forced to open my mouth and drink it all. My eyes were so swollen shut and couldn’t open that I hoped it was piss that they were making me drink!

     Stroking their cocks for more I tried to hide my tears. They had been fucking me for days and I knew they were not going to take no for an answer I also knew that they were going to kill this filthy nigger bitch for ratting them out to the cops. Yeah I was the good fucking tramp trying to get help for a fucking disgust of a husband but in the end I was being beaten to death by these motherfuckers! “As I felt the cock being stuffed deep in my hole, and the feel of the knife on my throat I closed my eyes hoping to find peace Hoping, and then the blood pooled on the floor my head went limp and this motherfucker kept pounding into my dead body.

Torture Sex Devices

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I was alone in the basement, staring at all of the various torture devices that were all over the basement. I thought to myself which one is the one that is the worst? Floggers, although can deal a very nasty sting when felt across the belly are nothing really. Cages, in any form and shape are very uncomfortable. A great deal of torture can be given through the rungs of cages. Ass cheeks can be penetrated by force the victim can not even collapse down on their belly. ass rape pornHowever cages still are not the worst. I would have to say that neither are racks. Gags can be deadly and dangerous in most forms. Ball gags and gags that prohibit your mouth from breathing cause a heavy risk of choking on your vomit. There does not leave much room for torture when immediate death takes place. So that rules out knife play and guns. Electrical torture is just awful. When my body gets zapped into submission with something like a cattle prod the pain is unbearable. The sharp sting immediately runs over every 

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part of my body and to the tips of every nerve ending. My skin at the point of impact instantly aches and is raw and sore. The next worst in the large selection of torture devices is a tilt chair and water tank. Not only the stink of water filling your chest burns. The feeling of water coming from my nose as my throat is filled with a hard cock upon surfacing hurts more than anyone could know. The best sexual torture device are ropes. Depending on the texture of the rope depends on the dominates feelings towards their submissive. Master is mad at me and my knots have been made of an awful jute rope that tears at my skin. The way he binds me to use me any way he pleases is almost sensual. He can bind more than just my wrist or breast. And the complexity and detail in his knots keep me secure and in place. I used to look forward to him when he would pull out his nylon rope, and my pussy would become wet with excitement. Now he pulls out the jute rope I live in fear of his sexual torture.

Double the Pleasure

Killer phone sexIt’s a lot harder getting men under the knife, that’s why I have to hunt those pussy whipped little bitch boys out with their skanks. I found the perfect couple who fit that profile. Some scrawny chap somehow lucky enough to land this big titted slut. He was probably rich, but I got them into a side alley to make them fuck for one last time before I could really find out. It didn’t take much for the guy to start crying harder than his whore. The way he was humping that pussy with his dick was just pathetic! So I showed him how to do it with my favorite knife and he was screaming. So I shoved his face into her pussy and made him eat her out even with the wounds I had just given to her. I can’t believe I had to say it more than once. “Eat it! Eat that fucking pussy like you actually know what you’re doing for once in your life!”, I said, and then I just couldn’t take it any more. I finished rubbing my clit while watching their pathetic scene and gut him like he was in a chinese supermarket and just left them there.  

Killer Phone Sex Road Rage

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          Seriously saw the most ignorant thing today and thought I should take care of it myself. This stupid bitch was in her car on her fucking phone blabbing her mouth like a dumb slut. Blah, Blah Blah. I was in the lane ext to her and in front of us was this guy on a bike. This stupid bitch seriously tapped him in the back with her fucking car. I was so pissed, he was so pissed and she wanted to act like it was everyone’s fault in the world except for hers. She even had the nerve to rise up her ugly ass middle finger and flick him off. He started coming at her with a sledge hammer that was for some reason attached to the side of his bike but decided not to. Fuck that, that dumb cunt was about to get it. I stayed next to her till we got nice and deep in the ghetto. This was the perfect are cause around here people did not see sht no matter how much you questioned them. With a quick cut of my wheel I ran that dumb bitch off the road and into the corner of a building. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby and once I realized we were alone I walked up next to her.
         She was sitting in the driver’s seat. Her was busted and nose bleeding. She was groggy and looked up at me. I reached inside the car and grabbed her by her nappy weave opening the door with the other hand. She babbled and snorted as I drug her out of the car. I pulled her along the asphalt towards my car. She fought me trying to pull my hands free. She kicked and screamed but that nigger whore was on her way to my trunk where I was going to do that bitch in. She screamed loud kicking against the trunk

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trying to escape, we left her piece of shit car crashed into the building. I would come back when I was done with her ad light it up in flames. The cunt was too loud so I knew I would not make it to the warehouse district. I decided to just pick one of the many abandoned buildings and cut that bitch up in there. When I arrived to a whole block of condemned place I knew this would be the spot I wanted. I opened up the trunk giving her a good wack with my retractable night stick across her head. She seemed heavier passed out but I got her in the house and tied her to some support beams exposed by their rotting walls.
        It was not too long till the bitch woke up. She was boo hooing about how she did not know what the fuck she did. That was the problem I guess. I asked her what her name was and she informed me that it was Layla. I asked Layla the idiot savant where the fuck she got her license. I did not get a replay just more crying. I did not like that; I grabbed her up by the throat and pulled the knife out that was tucked in to the back of my jeans. I tore it though her shirt. She begged me not to kill her. I cut off her breast and through them down to the floor. She started to go into shock as blood covered the front of her body. She whimpered and I shoved my knife up her bald wet nigger pussy. She whimpered as blood flowed down all over the floor. She whimpered and begged me to stop. I couldn’t do that, no one eeded this dumb bitch on the streets. I stabbed into her gut with my knife. It went in smoothly and with even force. I laughed as she coughed up blood. I left her there dying and went back to the car grabbing a can of gasoline. I coated her body and torched it and then left going to torch the vehicle as well. Burn mother fucker, burn.

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