Tonight is a special night. I received a shipment of tear gas and I’m going to get off with it on one lucky victim. Or I guess I should say unlucky victim. I’m going to invite a doomsday prepper over to test this tear gas out. He is fit with large muscles and a large cock to match. I lead him to my basement where he finds a table with a gas mask and various tools on it. I grab the mask, slip it on and throw some tear gas on the ground. He is brought to his knees like a good bitch. I get him on the table and strap him down. I take clippers and strip all his clothing. He begs for me to give him a gas mask but I’m going to enjoy watching him suffer. I run a screwdriver up and down his body and ask him why he should live. I received no answer so it’s time for the fun to begin. I grab his cock and begin to masturbate him. He can’t even get a hardon. What the fuck? I pick up my saw, grab the head of his cock and cut it off at the base. He starts to squeal so I shove his cock in his mouth to shut him up. His blood will serve as good lube for what’s about to come. I take the handle of a hammer, soak it in blood, and ram it up his ass. I fuck him for a few minutes to open his hole. I grab a funnel and stick it up his ass. I pour lighter fluid in his gaping ass and ask him if he’s fire proof. I light a match and watch fire shoot from his hole. His balls are melting and he burned from the inside out. While I‘m comfortable in my gas mask, I have to say that he wasn’t very prepared for doomsday.
Category: Snuff phone sex
The man in the Gas Mask
I struggle to keep my eyes open, after laying on this cold concrete floor in the dark for what feels like an eternity, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light.
I look around the room surprised to see a man standing there with nothing but a mask on his face.
He walks toward me very slowly playing with his hard cock.
He bends down and takes the ball gag out of my mouth, then he took his cock and slapped me with it until I opened my mouth.
He slipped his throbbing cock in my mouth and I had no other choice but to suck on it.
He was on his knees resting his sack on my forehead and he was pushing his cock deep into my throat that I started to gag.
Every time he heard me gag he would push even deeper.
My last gag I put my teeth around his cock to try to get him off and out of me.
He growled as he felt my teeth around his cock, he pulled himself out of my mouth and punched my tits.
He called me a dirty cunt and said I would pay for it.
He untied my hands and ankles and pulled me up off the ground by my bruised tits.
He sat down and bent me over his knee and started spanking me.
He told me not to make a sound or each spank would be harder.
After 20 slaps my ass felt like it was on fire.
He picked me up and slid his cock up and down my pussy lips.
Slowly he pushed my hips down so his cock slid deep inside of me.
I cried out no.
But he slapped me so hard I couldn’t breath.
He made me ride his cock while he choked me.
What happened next you wont believe.
Give me a call to find out what happens next.
Makayla
Killer Phone Sex with Reagan
It was really late but I knew if I looked hard enough I could find a “treat” for him. I knew he would be waiting with a raging hard on for fresh,young cunt and I didn’t want to disappoint. For years he had been using and abusing my tiny holes it was time for something new. Being his accomplice slut is no easy task, I have to get very creative to give him what his fetish cock desires most. It is not often that I let anyone control my cunt, but the way he would cut, burn and violate dirty whores did something intoxicating to my soul.
Finally, I found the perfect one and rushed home to satisfy his wicked urge. Watching him ravish his new play pet was more than my pussy could take. I licked three fingers and shoved them into my eager little cunt, humping and moaning his name. Telling him what to do, begging him to be rough, my tiny twat dripped with hot fuck honey for even more deviant deeds. He looked at me and instructed me to get the gasoline, my sex exploded right there and then..
I love having no limits and extreme violent phone sex.
Take My Life, Piece by Piece
The candles are lit. The instruments in place. I lay on the stripped bed listening to you sharpening your knives. The screeching sound is nothing compared to how you make me scream. My body is yours, my last breath will be yours. You will take me apart bit by dirty bit until I am reduced to nothing.
I see you now, hovering over me, my blood dripping from your chin from our dance of death earlier. Its time for more play, and I dream that it ends with my pathetic life being snuffed out by you.
You heat your knife over the candle, and tell me to lay still because it hurts more that way. You run the hot knife between my trembling breasts, I ache for the cut, but you only burn me, making me want it even more. Cut me, please, cut me.
Suddenly you grab my nipple and pull it up with a strong pinch. “Take this bitch!” you yell and you slice it off with your burning knife… Oh my god the pure pain and pleasure courses through my entire body and it takes my breath away. Before I can even scream you slice off my other nipple!
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die in your hands. That is all I can think about as you slide your hard cock inside my pussy, and I rub my bleeding chest feeling my own sticky blood streaming everywhere. I cling to consciousness as you withdraw and begin to heat up your knife again.
You place it on my clit and it burns. I can’t determine if you are just burning me or cutting it off, and I don’t even care. You slide the burning knife inside me, and I know the time has come. Slit me open baby, from clit to throat. Keep me awake as long as you can, so that I can enjoy feeling of life leaving my body, the ultimate feeling that only you can give me. Take me slowly, but take all of me.
Bonfire Delicatessen
Summer is a ripe time to find young, fresh bodies; I prefer the ones with a healthy mixture of fat and muscle…otherwise, they taste too tough or too soggy. We cannibals banded together to go on camping trip of sorts; really, we were hunting for campers. And, as luck would have it, when we arrived at the park, we could see a blaze of fire in the distance; it looked to be the perfect length from the entrance. It wasn’t too close or too far away, nestled deep in the woods.
The teenagers were already fairly intoxicated, but we’d burn that off soon enough. We put out some great wines, perfectly seasoned for our purposes. The greedy youngsters were happy to drink our wines. We told them that we had something stronger if only they would do something for us. The girls agreed without even hearing the entire proposition. One of my comrades gave them some oils and told them to bathe each other in it. The guys thought it was hot and my party chuckled at their enthusiasm…and naiveté. Soon they were lathered, so we put out a clean blanket for them to sit on; we didn’t want grass in our entrees.
One of my male companions bound the girls. I had other things on my mind: I walked stealthily behind the chairs of the young men…and quickly slit their throats. To be honest, none of us liked the taste of males, and they were becoming more than a little annoying with all of their immature sexual innuendos as the girls sautéed themselves.
One of the girls noticed how quiet it was; one said the guys had probably passed out. Being myself, I said, “No, look at the way their heads are positioned.” One screamed, then another, until all of them were in unison. One of my companions chastised me but I shrugged and told them that their adrenaline would make the spices pump faster through their bodies. It was time: the sharp sticks that we had brought were set up over the fire; the young idiots really hadn’t done a horrible job assembling the bonfire.
Stakes were in the ground and now it was time to hoist our meals. I tenderized them by whipping them; and, then I jabbed several sticks with various vegetables through their jaws and thighs. I had the good mind to cut their vocal cords; and, then we were able to recline with a glass of wine and wait to devour our lovely meal!
Meeting Cassandra
I was taking a stroll at night and I heard crying and yelling down one of the alleys. Intrigued, I looked and saw about five men surrounding this one girl, Cassandra. They were kicking and beating her. One had a lead pipe in his hand, swinging it at her; another had a crop. The sounds were familiar: they were beating open flesh wounds. I waited as my eyes focused on the blonde woman who was being so ruthlessly tortured. As I got closer, I saw one of the men plunging his cock into her, saying, “You like it, you dirty cock-whore. You’re fuckin’ wet!” Another man shoved his cock in her mouth, then slapped her face as he said, “Too much teeth, cunt!” A third guy lay under her and began biting her nipples as hard as he could, laughing as she cried with cocks in her holes. The other two men were stroking their dicks; one was moving closer to the one fucking Cassandra in the cunt. “Stop that, moron,” the guy said and plunged his cock into her ass this time. The moron caught a glimpse of me and smiled; he walked closer, his cock stiffening. I pulled out my knife; and, when he was close enough, I pressed it to his throat. “Don’t get any bright ideas, ‘Moron,’” I smiled. He annoyed me so much that he wasn’t worth torturing; so, I pressed my finger as hard as possible to his throat and he lost consciousness. The men stopped and looked at me. “I want to help kill her,” I said. “No,” they shook their head. “Miss this kinda fun? Are you crazy?” I took out a whip that I usually carry and began cracking it against her open wounds. They continued fucking the helpless woman. I kicked her in the ribs and thought about slicing her pretty white neck. Maybe she wouldn’t be so lucky if she played alone with me next time!
Sadistic Deviant Phone Sex With Evil Accomplice Natasha
Think of the most disturbing and twisted evil fantasies, you know the ones you obsess about in the back of your mind every night. Those young, perfect innocent bodies that I will offer up to you for our own deviant and sadistic pleasures.
Whatever it is, no matter how dark, gory or bloody it is I am so ready to begin our torture and fuck session with this worthless little piece of shit. No amount of begging, pleading or especially crying is going to change our plans, in fact it’s only going to push me further to go harder and more wicked on her pathetic little ass.
You get the biggest kick out of how I laugh right in their tear streaked little faces and tell them every twisted detail of what she is on store for and there is no getting out of it. No Mommy isn’t going to come and rescue you, in fact sometimes I tell them their Mommies gave them to us to use because they just didn’t love or want them anymore…..sometimes that is really the truth!
Oh, I cannot wait until our next victim, I’m have that yearning and craving inside me that I can’t get rid of until we find a new innocent fresh piece of meat. Are you ready to begin?
Molested in an alley
I know I am a natural victim. Everyone tell me to stand up for myself. Be strong. But fuck that! I don’t want to be strong. I want to be taken. I want to be held down and used like a whore! I want to have every single hole fucked and used. I need it. I sneak out of the house almost every single night. Walking to the worst part of towns. In my tiny little outfits. Waiting and hoping for something bad to happen. Last night I was out on 5th street. I was walking down a nasty piss soaked ally when I heard a can bouncing down the street! I wasn’t scared. I got excited. My pussy got so wet! I had to force myself to keep walking slowly. Waiting for the second I felt him grab me. I knew he was there. I could feel him. Smell him. I knew what was about to happen. Then I felt him throw me to the ground. My face pushed hard against the pavement! I felt my skirt pushed up and my panties ripped off. I was so excited. So turned on! I could smell his breath. It reeked of vomit and beer. Then he buried his cock inside me. He started telling me what a whore I am. What a nasty fucking slut. That I deserved this! And I do. I came over and over until he emptied his seed deep inside me. I laid there enjoying the feel of his cum seeping out of me. Mmmm A perfect night.
Hide and Seek
I can heeeeeeeeeeeeeeear you. I can hear your breathing. Are you scared? Are you hoping that I will give up and go away? No no little one, that is exactly what I am NOT going to do. Was that a sob? I am almost certain it was. I am getting warmer aren’t I? Are you covering your mouth in an attempt to stay quiet? Oh baby girl, I can hear the sweat drip from your forehead onto the dusty floor. Are your eyes wide? Are you frantically moving your head back and forth trying to find a way out? I have news for you sunshine, there isn’t one.
I know I am speaking loud enough for you to hear me. This old building, with it’s empty rooms, and decayed floors carries sound rather well. It also makes it so you cannot tell from which direction I am moving toward you. Makes the game more interesting. Don’t you think so too my sweet play doll? Didn’t you like the pretty box I let you lay in until you woke up? I hope so, because when our game is done, you will be right back in it.
Oh my, someone took their patten leather shoes off. Didn’t they? Did me saying that make you stop dead in your tracks? I am sure it did. Would you like to know how I know that you abandoned not only your pretty shoes but those tiny little socks with the lace around the ankles? I can see your toe prints in the grime that is on the floor. Do you know what else I see? I see the trail you left for me to follow.
I’m getting closer, you know it, and I know it. Did you piss yourself yet? Do you feel those tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise up? Are you wanting your Mommy? Don’t worry sweet one, I am almost to you now. Some day your Mommy will see you again. She will shed tears just like you are shedding tears now. Only hers will be from sorrow, and soon…yours will be from pain.
A New Victim
She is a sweet young thing isn’t she? All pretty in pink with her long curly hair. Who would think she had a dark side….desires that take her over the edge and into my world. My cunt is alive and pumping the juices that are preparing me to give her all that her heart desires. She wants pain, she wants torture, she wants to live on the edge of life and death, living in a world of mind numbing pain with no control at all over her own fate. No idea what that fate will be. She will live out her desires at my hand this fine night. I have more planned for her then she could ever imagine in her tortured mind. I have prepared my rat cage, this will be her first taste of what torture can be, I will cover her face with peanut butter and then fix the cage to her head before putting my three big, beautiful and very hungry rats in it with her. They will eat the peanut butter off her face taking little chunks of flesh with it. When I am tired of hearing her crying out from the pain and her face is covered in blood. When they have feasted and their little bellies are full, I will remove this device and move on. Next I will scalp that cunt of hers and pour the whiskey I am drinking all over it, making it burn and sting with no relief. This is just the beginning, I am going to bring her to the edge of life. Slowly, methodically, enjoying every second of it! Will I go all the way and snuff her? I haven’t decided just yet. But I think it would be much better to keep her alive. Let her heal just a little bit and begin the process a new in a few days introducing her to new and more torturous means of pain. Stephanie my sweet new victim.