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Kidnapping Phone Sex: A Yummy Treat

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It wasn’t planned, but it’s always planned!  It should always be planned…I think.  But, I saw her: she was perfect.  Her breasts were real; she was thick in all of the right places; and she was tender (I could sense it!).  It was early morning, and she was just running to her favorite coffee shop, I think.  I needed help.  I called my best friend, who was still sleepy.  But, once I described her…he knew.  He was coming.  Now, all that I needed to do was keep track of her.

She was easy to watch: her hips bouncing, almost, to the beat of this flavor-ful drum that I had in my mind.  It wasn’t jiggly, but it wasn’t too firm.  I thought of someone special when I saw it…I will only say that his name begins with “R.”  He would have loved just watching her move.  But, I was keeping an eye on her while I waited; and, this wasn’t a chore at all.

She was still sleepy-eyed and this was the best.  Maybe she had stayed up late, talking to her girlfriends.  Maybe she was hung-over.  I really didn’t care; but, I would find out later…just because I like to know things, especially lately.  Anyway, she talked to these fake blondes and this guy that was cute (but definitely a steroid-user).  I liked watching them, though; it was like a few dolls that weren’t quite real (but think that they are human).

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They all, of course, fanned out.  They had other “important” things to do.  “My chick” (and I like calling her that) was walking back to her downtown apartment.  She didn’t even sense or see it: I had put a stick in front of the alleyway.  I helped her up…and then pulled her in.  It’s one of of those gorgeous moves during the daylight; everyone’s either too tired or busy to care.  And, there she was with me.  But, my chloroform worked and she slid nicely into her space behind the back of the SUV.

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At home, she was so beautiful.  I really have never seen someone so sweetly tied to a chair.  It wasn’t her body; it was her pose.  She knew, just like a deer who had been captured and knew it was going to be gutted.  I had to take pictures.  I am quite obsessive with photographs, really.  And, threw the lens, I kept capturing the moments of her struggle…and then her calm.  And, my friend had appeared, just as I knew that he would.  He was there.  He admired her flesh, her robust flavor (because there was a little bit of blood that had spilled underneath the rope that tied her wrists to the chair).  He was happy; I could tell not from a smile, but from the glow that spread across his lips.  He was hankering for her…he already imagined her in olive oil and spices.  I knew that the night was just beginning.  And, I had this very nice recipe for a pussy-in-an-oyster.

Mutilation Phone Sex

mutilation phonesex karmaThey were so cute in their matching dresses. Hair done the same. Matching shoes. Even the make up was matching. She was skipping beside her mommy with out a care in the world. She looked like she could be on TV commercials or something and her mother had the same model/actress look. As soon as I saw them I knew I wanted to mutilate them. I had to have them and we all know that where there is evil lust, there is a way. I always get what I want and I never give up until I do. Following them into the cafe and sitting close enough to hear their mindless chatter and intensive giggling, I fingered the bottle in my pocket of “knock the bitch out” pills. I couldn’t wait to make my move. They ordered two cold lemonades and two tuna sandwiches with fries. As soon as they were done they got up to go to the wash room to wash their hands. Perfect timing. Taking two pills out of the bottle and cupping them in my hand I waited for the server to bring them. I got up and walked by the table on my way to the wash room and dropped them in unnoticed. I even chit chatted with them before they went back to their table about how adorable they looked, blah blah, blah. It seemed like forever before they finished lunch but as soon as they stood up they were noticeably unsteady. Being the Good Samaritan that I am I offer my assistance and took them straight home. Their eyes were wide with fear as I undressed them, but they were to weak to fight. Making mommy watch her little girl get fucked up was going to be so much fun. She kept turning her head, not wanting to watch. Well, well, well I couldn’t have that now could I? So I just cut her fucking eyelids off so she had to look. I would pop those eyeballs out later and let her girl play in the sockets…..mmmm fun!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Pimped Out by My Son

rape phone sex fantasies mommy tortureI was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.

Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?”  I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”

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They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals.  Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped  me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.

After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on  the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….

How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.

Listen To The Hummmmm

violent phonesex angieI pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!violent phonesex body

Scared of the Dark

 

taboophonesexJuliet001   I’ve never really been scared of the dark before, but this was a new sort of darkness. It was only a blindfold, but it felt like I was trapped in a never ending pit of pure black. When the blindfold was finally removed though I think I preferred the endless black! I was in this dungeon that looked like something right out of a Medieval exhibit in a museum. As soon as I saw the contraption that my captors had planned to put me in I couldn’t help but to feel a bit aroused… the idea of being helpless and at these peoples mercy was exciting and dangerous and everything I could ask for in a fantasy. They strapped my wrists down onto what looked like a BIG stone slab and then they strapped my ankles as far apart as they would go to the ‘legs’ of the stone slab. For hours they whipped my back and fucked my little pussy with all sorts of things. Right as I came, someone hit me over the head with something hard, and the next thing I know I was in the dark again, but this time in my own bed… I guess the dark can yield scary and pleasurable things…

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Hogtied and Whipped

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The last thing I remember was being at the Mall with my girlfriends. We were shopping on our daddy’s credit cards, looking all cute and sexy. Then I woke up hog tied in some basement with a ball gag in my mouth. There was a man in a business suit staring at me. He didn’t look like the BDSM type, but here I was tied to some pole in a basement naked and hog tied. He never spoke to me. He walked over to a big wardrobe, opened it and revealed a huge variety of ropes, chains, collars and whips. I thought was this guy trying to be Christian Gray? He took out a riding crop and rubbed it on my tits that were tied so tight they stuck out like torpedoes. He then started whipping them hard. So hard he drew blood. All I could do was whimper and grimace as that ball gag was so tight in my mouth.

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He decided he wanted to whip my ass too but I was  tied to a wood pole. So he brought me down and put me in a hogtie position with all four of my limbs tied together behind my back.  My legs were spread as they curled up over my head in an extremely painful position. He also used rope on my ass for Kinbaku, which means he tied my ass up using simple yet intricate patterns, with several pieces of thin rope. My ass looked like a tic tac toe board. But this left my pussy exposed which he enjoyed. He shoved a baseball bat up my cunt. He left in there while he started whipping me with a cat of nine tails. I could feel my flesh opening up and blood trickling out of me. The ropes were so tight. I was crying and whimpering but he just kept whipping me more. I had never been in such a tight awkward position. I had no idea why I was here or what  I had done to deserve this.

After hours of whipping me with that torturous whip, he moved me back to the poll. He yanked the baseball bat out of my pussy first. He dragged me by my hair, shoved me down on my knees and tied me to the pole. This time he removed the ball gag and shoved his dick down my throat  and began skull fucking me before I could even scream. Because I was tied up I couldn’t struggle. But to be honest I felt relived. At least he wasn’t whipping me. He came down the back of my throat and as soon as his cock left my mouth, he shoved the ball gag back in and slapped me against the face. Then he spoke to me for the first time. He asked me if I knew what I had done to deserve this treatment. I shook my head because I honestly did not. I had never seen him before. He gave me a glassy cold stare, smacked my face again and said, “Because you were born.” He then tied the ropes tighter and hung me upside down, put the baseball bat in my ass this time and left the building. I was hogtied, bleeding, suspended upside down with a bat in my ass, crying, wondering if he would ever return…..

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New Man, More Bondage.

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Mommy had always said the best way to get through the day is with resistance. This new guy mom let take me away for the day didn’t have nice things planned for me. He said he’s been dreaming about eating my ass for a while now.

So he took me to this abandon building that he had purchased in hopes of turning it into something. From the looks of it he did. He had the ropes and gag ball waiting. The ropes were already set up and hanging from the ceiling.

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He torn off all my clothes and put the gag in my mouth. He said I needed to take what he was about to give me and he didn’t want me screaming out.

First my hands were tied above my head and he came up behind me and started licking and tongue fucking my tight rosebud ass.

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Then he tied me up so that my legs were spread and my cunt and rosebud ass were open and ready for him. He got on his knees and started licking and sucking my clit. He just kept licking my tight cunt and ass. Sticking his fingers and tongue inside of me. It felt so good I wanted to moan out but couldn’t. My body started shaking, I was getting ready to cum. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I came so hard.

He then took out my gag and said he was going to fuck me since I was such a good girl. But he wanted to hear my moans and wanted me to tell him how good it felt. It felt good feeling his big man meat going deep inside me. I wanted to please him and make him cum. After all the bondage and being tied up. I wanted to show him I was a good girl and that he could always do what he wanted to me. And I did just that. Made his cock cum all inside of me.

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Bondage Phone Sex Experiment

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I’ve always wondered how far someone will go to save their own skin…literally.  So, I devised an experiment for the sole reason to find out.  It’s so easy to catch prey this time of summer; in fact, I snagged this one from her own backyard.  In the middle of the day, most people are at work; and, she was sunbathing in her backyard.  It was almost as if she was waiting for me.

So, I brought her back to my dungeon and took her bathing suit off with a few snips of the scissors.  Then, I attached her to my contraption.  I put on the strongest nipple clamps that I had; then, I attached them to a bucket with heavy rocks.  She would be forced to keep her arms elevated in order to prevent that entire weight from being transferred to her nipple clamps.  The weight and the force, combined, would definitely tear off her nipples if she dropped the buckets.  

The first couple of minutes weren’t too bad; but, she was already showing signs of fatigue.  Those shoulder muscles were getting tired; and I could see her hands and even knees shaking.  It was the perfect time to explain the repercussions of dropping the heavy buckets.  I informed her that the lower the buckets became, the more likely her nipples would be ripped from her body.  She looked like she was going to be sick; but, the pain of holding the weighted buckets became her focus once again.

As a sort of stroke of genius, I added another attachment to the weighted buckets: this time, a clamp on her clit.  Her eyes were wide.  The clip was so tight that a little bit of blood was dripping from it already.  She probably thought that she survived for days; but, it was only about thirty minutes.  I sped things up by putting more weight in the buckets.  Droplets of blood on her nipples and clit fell to the floor until they were pools.  Her face was wet with sweat; and, she looked hopeless.  I reminded her that it was all up to her…she could save herself. 

Finally, I offered her a deal: drop the buckets, lose nipples and clit, and I will kill her swiftly; drop one of the buckets, lose a nipple and possibly her clit, and I will release her to live her own life.  She sobbed, but finally, she just stared at her breasts.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, stepped back and dropped everything.  She screamed in agony as the flesh was torn from her body; I bent over and slit her throat, watching the scene as she bled out.

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Snuff Phone Sex with The Devil Herself, Ivy

snuff phone sexI brought us a little blonde treat to play with. She doesn’t know how devious I am and she definitely doesn’t know there will be dick in the mix. I honestly love lesbians. They know how to lick the right spot but more than that I love the way their eyes light up in fear of cock. I will signal you to come in as she is working her tongue on my clit. As I bring her up to taste my juices, I tell her I have a surprise. As she turns around she sees you with rope in your hand and turns back to me to see the sly grin on my face. I tell her there’s no need to fight, just going to make it worse on yourself. But of course she doesn’t listen and I have to smack her down. I hold her legs while you tie her hands together, and then help you spread her legs apart before tying them down. What a beautiful sight that is. We can have as much evil and wicked fun with this bitch as we please. Let’s see if she’s a good fuck daddy? I bet her lesbian pussy is so tight, it may just squeeze your cock. Better to rip apart though right? We will be destroying all her holes for that matter. Especially that potty mouth. She has been calling me all kinds of wicked names. Crazy Bitch, Evil Cunt, The Devil herself…. I like them all. Let’s get to work daddy my precious time is wasting away every second she is alive!

Castration Phone Sex

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Never tell a sadistic, twisted, evil, blood loving cunt like me you dream about castration unless you want your dreams to cum true. That is just what he did. He said the words that made my pussy over flow and my heart beat faster. As soon as the words crossed his lips my nipples hardened and I knew my night would be complete making his dreams cum true. He had no clue, he thought we would role play….stupid men with their hard cocks and delusional minds. I took him to the kitchen and tied him to my heavy wooden table. Cutting his clothes from his body his cock sprang to attention when my cold blade touched his balls. Moaning he thanked me for role playing his fantasy with him. Smiling down at him I leaned in and whispered in his ear “Who says this is a role play baby?” The stammering  “Wawawhat do you mean?” made me tingle all the way to my toes. Running my knife along his cock and balls he began to tremble but his cock betrayed his fear. It danced and throbbed, meeting my blade with the excitement he really felt.  When I began to sink my blade into the base of his cock he let out the scream that sets my blood on fire. I had to get more out of this and the cut wasn’t really very deep. So I moved up to his face and ran my blade across it. Then the light bulb went off. I was going to make this a night to remember for real. I went and got my sewing kit and laid everything out. By now he was wide eyed and my excitement was to much for me to contain. I sliced his face open from the edge of his lip almost to his ear and then slowly stitched him up. Next i cut a long gash into his belly from just under his breast bone to his belly button and again I slowly stitched him up. he knew what was next but by this time he couldn’t scream any more. I cut his cock off with one swift move of my blade. Stitching up his balls while holding his cock in my mouth, blood dripping down my chin I stood there cumming in waves of ecstasy. casteration phonesex