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kidnapping phone sex What he wants for Christmas

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I don’t want much for Christmas. All I really want is some company! I should be careful for what I wish for though. I say this now, and I didn’t specify what kind of company I wanted. I am now finding myself tied up in a very dark place. My wrist are tied tightly, hanging above my head. I swear I can not even feel them anymore. I am completely naked. Last thing I remember was sitting in my bed texting my friend about not wanting to be alone. I got what I wanted. Someone comes down and turns on the lights a lot. When they do that, I start to get really scared. He tortures my body and rapes my cunt so rough. I don’t think he will ever let me go. I finally am able to see his face today. It is my uncle. He tells me how much he has desired me since I was in still living at home with my parents. He says that I am his now and he is going to treat me like the little slut that he has always wanted to. This Christmas I am his present to himself. Selfish me for thinking my wants were the only ones that mattered.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with a Blonde Whore

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are pretty common calls for me. I use to think most men had such fantasies, but in reality, most men have real experience force fucking bitches. Some complete strangers, but often someone they know. As a woman you can never guess the “type” of man into force fucking a bitch. A few weeks ago, I took a temporary job for some extra cash as a receptionist. Answer phones and look pretty. Pretty simple work. The guy I worked for looked pretty straight laced. Not the kind of man into the BDSM scene. Looks are deceiving. This older man in a designer suit with a Harvard MBA who looked liked he had only fucked to procreate, had a mean nasty side to him. I now understand that many rich boys think they own everyone, especially trailer park whores like me. I messed up a message and saw his nasty side.

torture sexHe pulled me to the ground with his fingers hooked in my mouth like I was a fish he caught. He shoved me in front of his dick. He made me unzip his pants and blow him. He skull fucked me. Ravaged the back of my throat until I was choking so bad I puked. He shot a load of cum all over my face, smearing my makeup. I looked like a strung out whore. He slapped my face a few times, then grabbed my blonde hair and ordered me to pull up my skirt. He ripped off my panties and fisted my cunt. It was more savage than his cock. He had a huge hand with lots of fancy rings. He fucked my cunt with his fist as I tried not to cry or scream. When my cunt was swollen and red, he tied up my clit. Cut the circulation off. He was clearly into torture sex. My only mistake was not giving him a message promptly. I was informed if I removed my clit restraint on my own, I may very well be a dead receptionist. He reminded me that I was pond scum and replaceable.

I finished off the day feeling like my clit would fall off at any moment. It was one of the most uncomfortable days of my life, and I loved every miserable, painful moment.

You really should be more careful!

kidnapping phone sexMan, parents should really be more careful these days. Letting their little brats run around unsupervised, not noticing when they are coming up missing for hours on end… they should really think about the consequences. Someone like me could find their little one all alone, some nice looking woman like myself… and it would be so fucking easy to get that little brat to come home with me. Too fucking easy, just like the one I have now. There is so much fucked up shit I am going to do to this little whore, she’s never going to see the light of day again. I think they make horror movies out of this kind of stuff, but this is the kind of thing that turns me on more than you know. I know it makes your cock hard thinking about all the massive cocks she was given, all those little holes ripped wide apart and raw. Turned into the perfect little fuck toy, if her parents won’t be responsible for her – I sure will. Make her my sex slave, my pathetic little pet. Until, of course she annoys me or bores me, but for now…she’s been a very obedient thing!

Happy Horror Days-Evil Phone Sex

You didn’t expect anything less then a bloody Horror Day Season did you? I didn’t think so. “Tis the season to be an accomplice. To join me on the dark side. To satisfy your deepest fantasies for inflicting pain. To delight in the stiffening of that dick of yours when the screams of terror meet your ears and when the sight of flowing crimson red blood begins to escape the flesh of out victim. Of course it wouldn’t be the season without some good old Horror Day Carols to sing while we plot the evil plans that we are about to make reality. Spreading sorrow and bringing agony to the time of year when every one walks around happy and sharing good cheer is our way of balancing things out in the universe. Join me for evil phone sex and we can sing together.

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On the 12th day of Christmas Karma gave to me…

12 death threat letters

11 scary phone calls

10 cut off fingers

9 midnight visits

8 creepy nightmares

7 bloody pictures

6 severed heads

5 bloody panties

4 lacerations

3 decapitations

2 dead bodies

And a corpse hanging from a tree

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Killer phone sex is what really turns me on!

killer phone sexI looked down and smiled, all I could see was red. I finally felt happy and at peace, all the anger gone, a bliss feeling it was. Her eyes were open, staring and unblinking, her pussy was sill dripping cum, her body was lifeless as it gets and saturated in blood. My pussy was starting to get wet all over again thinking about it, killer phone sex is what really gets me nice and turned on, the only thing that makes my pussy soaking fucking wet. It all started with a little thing I like to call boredom, I knew it was time to go out and find my next victim. I live in a town with a very big school, a party town that has stupid whores crawling around it all times of day and night, all I needed to do was find that one extremely drunk slut, and get her to my car and she was mine. It’s not hard, I’ve done it too many times to count, I wanted one that was especially deserving to be cut and bled out. As soon as she got in my car, she passed out, too trusting… She woke up soon after though, tied up and helpless as I was cutting her slowly on her exposed tits. I’ve never seen someone sober up so quickly! She was screaming, begging, crying the whole works but I just kept cutting her all over, feeling my pussy get wetter and wetter. I was feeling extra mean, my friends were there to fuck her, and they did. Filled her up with cum and made her choke on their bloody cocks. While I helped, of course. Mmm… that’s what you get for being a stupid trusting whore.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesI love it when he calls to share his murder phone sex fantasies with me. He has the same lust for sweet, young, innocent flesh. We delve deep into the macabre of violating their little bodies in the most violent and in humane ways. Torture and rape fantasies that get our blood boiling to the point that neither of us can keep from cumming at the images we create together. We long to pile their little bodies up, bloody, twisted, distorted in unnatural poses. Then we crawl into the pile together, naked, excited. He is rock hard, I am soaking wet. We let our desire build as we delight in the sensation of the feel of their bodies on our naked flesh, covered in their blood, as we come together and fuck, unbridled, heated, passionate. Knowing it is taboo and evil only spurs our desire for more. His cock deep with in me, my cunt milking him dry as we whisper the words that we long to hear and let ourselves drown in our sadistic desire until we explode together.

BBC Druggie Slut

gangbang rape pornMy eyes opened to find myself lying on the pavement. Two young studs were watching me as the third was ramming himself furiously into my pussy. I had been walking home tonight when I passed three black dudes on the corner. They were hooting and yelling things about my titties. I was badly in need of a fix and asked them if they had any shit. The big one flashed a gold tooth and said “Follow us.”
He led me to the alley and pulled out a bag. I went limp as the fire flashed into my veins. Mmmm, sweet bliss. “Now, where’s my money, slut? This shit aint free.” I looked up at him like a lost deer, then boom, my face hit the wall. I felt my cheekbone crack and blood spurted from my nose. A strong arm went around my throat, throttling me, and cutting off my air. I fought to live.
Now, they were pounding me harder. Huge black horse cocks filling me with nigga sperm. Each felt bigger than the last. I could take no more as my pussy vibrated. “Fuck me harder. Use me. I’m a dumb cunt. A worthless whore.” I gasped. Another pushed his huge cock into my mouth and I sucked the monster tree trunk, gagging. My mind went back to my first black cock as a young teen. I could hear them laughing as I raised my broken face to look at them. “It was only a dream. A bad dream, druggy whore.” one whispered, slipping that needle into my vein again. I drifted far away from my broken body, lying on the pavement with my skirt pushed up.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Blonde Rump Roast for Thanksgiving?

cannibalism phone sex kidnapped submissiveCannibalism phone sex seems to pick up in popularity around the holidays. I think all those men with finer taste get hungry for an exotic meal. I’m a perfect meal, or so I have been told. I’m not too skinny, not fat, just got some meat on my bones. My callers have a lot of different ways of capturing me. Kidnapping, home invasion, duping me with a Craig’s List ad, hitchhiker, stranded motorist, drunk party girl… What remains constant however, is the preparation they take so I am ready to be served on Thanksgiving. I am caged; fattened up with protein shakes; my fake titties are carved out of me; my tats scrapped off me with sandpaper; my body washed of chemicals; my bleached blonde locks restored to my natural color or shaved; and all my piercings removed. Apparently, I will taste better natural.

snuff porn submissiveOnce restored to a natural state, the seasoning of my flesh begins. Sometimes I am basted in a herb and butter sauce. Other times, a seasoned marinade is used. I’m usually tenderized first so my flesh will hold the taste best. That is always very painful. There are lots of ways to cook me. Can tie me up like a turkey, stuff my ass and cunt with a sage dressing and oven roast me all day long. Bonus you get to hear my screams from the oven as I slowly cook to death. You can ram a spit roast though my ass and out my mouth, stuff an apple in my mouth and roast me over an open flame like a pig. You can listen to my blood curdling screams as the spit roast pierces my internal organs. . Being burned alive is nothing in comparison. You can even chop me up into little pieces and make a stew out of me. Get off as I bleed to death. Either way you choose to cook me, I am very delectable. Of course the way I taste, has everything to do with how you prepare me.

So what are you eating this Thanksgiving? May I suggest a nice blonde rump roast seasoned to your liking?

Watching, Waiting, Wanting

taboo phone sex angieShe is an exhibitionist. I know she knows that I am watching her and she puts on one hell of a show every night. She has been since she moved in a couple of months ago. At exactly eight o’clock every night I can see the silhouette of her naked body through the thick glass block wall that makes up her shower stall. I watch her shadow disappear from view for just a few minutes and then she is in front of her bedroom window. She coyly glances my way as a gesture to let me know that this is for me. She doesn’t know that the glow from the TV is my favorite snuff porn. The most violent one that I have and that as she is teasing me with her little game, I am listening to the sound of screaming, that ripping flesh and torture are the music playing in my room as I watch and plot what I will do to her. To her this is a sensual game, for me it is an evil prelude to what is yet to cum.

Violent Phone Sex Pleasure

violent phone sex karmaI watched them stumble out of the bar.To drunk to be coherent. I watched them laugh as they found their way to the car, groping each other, obviously preparing for a drunken sexual encounter. They were the perfect couple for my desires. Walking over to them it was easy to worm my way into the fun. I slid behind the wheel of the car smiling while they made out in the back seat, laughing at the fact that they now had a third party. Oblivious to what is about to happen they follow me without question. They both think it is great fun as I tie her wrists and hoist them high above her head naked and vulnerable. His cock is throbbing and he has already taken his pants and shirt off and is swaying with a huge grin on his face. I throw him on the ground in front of her and mount him riding him hard and fast bringing him to the edge. Just as he is about to cum I reach behind his head and twist his neck hard, not enough to break it completely but enough to paralyze him. His mind hasn’t registered the pain as it is still focused on his pleasure. I reach down with a nice sharp scalpel and rip his eye from it’s socket as they scream together and blood spatters across my body. As he realizes that he can’t move I continue my assault, ripping flesh from his body blood is everywhere. Getting off of him I slice his ball sack open and remove his balls. Rubbing his blood all over her. Her eyes are glazed over with fear. He is on the edge now and won’t last much longer. The act of violent phone sex and her fear feeds my pleasure.