The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?
Tag: kidnapping phone sex
Bloody fucking nightmare
Violent Phone Sex Accomplice
Violent phone sex fantasies are what I deliver. Guys see me as submissive whore. I’m no equal, so they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. From rape fantasies to snuff and torture, guys love using this strung out old whore. Yesterday, I met a man who could give me some of my white medicine for free. Well, not really free. There was a catch, but there always is a catch. Nothing in life is truly free, at least not for a dumb stupid whore. He had his eye on this sweet little young thing for about a month now. Single man lurking around a school playground draws suspicion, so my regular drug dealer gave him my name as the perfect accomplice. No one knows I am not a soccer mom. I can clean up to look the part when I need too. So on that day, I looked respectable on the outside to help him kidnap his precious little treat. I told her I was a friend of her mommy sent to pick her up. She never questioned it. Stupid mommy just signed her daughter’s death wish by not teaching her about stranger danger. My new best friend was in the back seat and he chloroformed her. She woke up in an abandoned warehouse in the junkie part of town. I thought I did my part by delivering him his little treat, but he made me watch and help. I held her down while he forced his big black cock in her little tiny white holes. She bled instantly. She cried too. Kept screaming for her mommy and daddy. I felt bad, but not bad enough to stop. I needed coke more than she needed to grow old. He force fucked her tiny little holes until she passed out from the pain. As he got off her little lifeless body, he tossed me a knife and said finish her off. He reminded me it was my face she would remember. I did some meth instead of coke then plunged the knife into her belly like I was nailing a bug to the wall. It was much easier than I thought.
Bloody playtime
You smile when you come in and see the present I caught you, all curled up and whimpering in her nasty little cage. I don’t know why she bothers, no one can hear her fucking pathetic little cries here, anyway.
I know I’m your favorite little whore, but I wanted to bring you something special tonight, something tiny. You tell me you want to watch, so I open the cage and drag her little cunt ass out. She’s so small, it’s easy, even for me. I already had everything set up, and decked out with all your favorite sharp, shiny toys. I fasten her to the cold, metal table. She’s thrashing, but a hard slap to her face fixes that.The look of terror in her wide eyes, making my lips drip,
I can feel my cunt ooze, feeling your eyes upon me, getting your hard cock off on what I’m about to do.
I start slicing the little twat apart, one piece at a time. Rubbing her hot blood all over my tits and horny pussy. I lick her tears from her face, and whisper in her ear, “they’re never going to see you again, you little fucking slut.”
Just wait and see what happens next!
Taboo Phone Sex Sunday
Taboo phone sex Sunday. I don’t get into football. Not violent enough for me., so I went on a hunting expedition this morning. I found something for us both to sink our teeth into after you are done hanging with the boys, watching football and drinking beer. Hopefully, you worked up an appetite for a young tender morsel. Football works up male aggression, makes you crave those dark desires. I am patient. I can wait till the game is over so you can share in the fun with me. Today, I got twins. I know right? Double our pleasure. Snatched them up on the way home from Sunday school. I have been keeping them alive until you can join me. Do you know how hard that is to do? I may have a little fun before you get here, but I promise their little cunts will still be tight. You should see how hot the crimson blood looks on their pale skin. And don’t get me started on their blood curling screams. They haven’t seen anything yet. If they think my little switch blade hurt, wait till you arrive. Your big cock in those tiny little fuck holes will destroy them. Don’t keep me waiting too long, however, or they both will be all mine to ruin and snuff.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: What’s for Dinner?
Cannibalism phone sex was not on my agenda this weekend. I went camping with some girlfriends for Labor Day weekend. We did it old school too. Tents and everything. I had this nagging feeling that someone was watching us Friday night. I wrote it off as having seen one too many horror films. We got in the jeep to go four wheeling the next morning when we blew a tire. I got out to see what the problem was to discover an arrow throw the front tire. This was no accident. Arrows started flying through the air at us. We were being hunted. As I tried to get my girls in a group, an arrow went right through Paula. Lilly and I ran screaming but we were caught up in a net suspended us in the trees. There he was underneath us, making yummy noises like we were dinner. We soon realized we were dinner. Paula was too skinny to be a good meal he said, but Lilly and I had just the right amount of meat on our bones to be succulent he said. I thought this was some sort of sick joke or a bad dream. But we ended up in his cabin in the woods being prepped for his dining pleasure. We were hosed down like animals; all jewelry removed; our heads shaved since we were not natural blondes. We were dipped in a vat of melted butter, olive oil and seasonings. Our skin glistened as he made sure to rub his special sauce all over our bodies. We screamed when we saw the industrial size oven and the huge pans. I tried to plead for mercy. He shoved an apple in my mouth to shut me up. A matching one was shoved up my ass. He was humming a tune, when he opened the oven door. Warm air waffled over us as he sat us in the pans and pushed us in the oven. “See you soon for dinner,” was the last thing I heard.
Snuff phone sex with Ivy
Living in the city of sin I get to just sit and people watch. You can really find some good victims here. They are all way too drunk, and way too willing to party. I was at a casino just watching people and sipping on my long island ice tea. I get turned on watching these drunken sluts walking through. So many have beautiful bodies but not the ones I am looking for. Finally she found me. Crawling on the ground between the slots she grabbed my leg and thought I was her friend. I helped her up off ground and played along with her. As soon as we got to my car she was black out drunk. So easy to get her all way to my house. We stumbled around but I finally got her into the shower.
She tried to fight me off but I hit her in the face a few good times. She was thick in all the right places. She was going to cook well.. Just thinking about smelling her slowly cooking in my oven made my pussy so fucking wet. I sat on her face and started rubbing my cunt against her. Smothering her with my pussy until I squirted down her fucking face. She was still passed out cold until I started prepping her. I love spicy food, so when I poured half the bottle into her pussy and asshole she felt it. But that isn’t going to be anything compared to sitting in the big oven and slowly baking to death!
Accomplice Phone Sex: Let Me Help You Kill Little Ones!
Accomplice phone sex fantasies make me so wet. I am usually the victim, but I have dark fantasies too. I love the idea of killing and force fucking sweet young things. I love the thought of helping you molest, torture, even snuff little girls. My fantasies are varied, but I love the idea of getting revenge on the mean girls from school by hurting their precious baby girls in front of them. I’m quite certain that any spawn from a bitch, will also be a bitch. The world needs fewer bitches, don’t you agree? Bitches don’t suck cock or take it in the ass, at least not willingly. Together we can teach young and old bitches a lesson. I love especially being daddy’s accomplice. After I age out for daddy, I help him find fresh young meat with really tight holes. Tight holes we can completely destroy. If I am good for you daddy and bring you a really pretty one, maybe I can use a strap on and fuck her too? The possibilities are endless when a submissive whore is your accomplice. I want your approval so bad, I will do anything you say, even snuff out the little bitch. Oh please oh please can we find some young thing to play with together? Maybe we can make her a snuff porn star?
Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Where are My Hungry Cannibalism Phone Sex Men?
Taboo phone sex fantasies are all I have. How about you? I don’t fantasize about the shit that makes a Nicholas Sparks novel or movie. I dream of the stuff that would make Eli Roth gag. I recently saw his latest movie, “Green Inferno.” It is based on a movie called “Cannibal Holocaust.” The premise is a plane filled with do gooder college boys and girls goes down in the rain forest somewhere. The naive group encounters some indigenous folks who want to have them for dinner. Literally have them for dinner. I got really excited at the cannibal scenes. The idea of eating human flesh turns me on. It is extremely taboo, but it is also very wicked. Who hasn’t thought about having some ex for dinner? No better way to dispose of a body than to consume it from head to toe. “Green Inferno” showed the fat guy getting eaten first. Of course they were feeding a village. The perfect dinner for me would be a tender young thing with some meat on her bones. Not too fat not too skinny. Just right. She would be natural. No bleached blondes with fake tits and tattoos and piercings. In this movie, dinner came to them. I like to hunt for the perfect meal. The best meals are planned. You want the perfect main course, so you take the time to find it. And, you take the time to prepare it to your liking also. In this movie, it was clear dinner was served to feed the masses and get rid of the enemy. I just have a special friend or two to serve. Colleges are back in session which means tons of new college freshman with their extra 10 pounds and inability to hold their alcohol. That is my kind of dinner. So who has dark fantasies, patience and a voracious appetite?
Home Invasion Phone Sex
It’s dark, raining and there is a chill in the air. I feel as though there is someone watching me. The hair on the back of my neck is standing up. The power goes out and my heartbeat quickens. I hear a sound in the bedroom, frightened, I freeze. When I get the nerve to move forward down the hall, I am grabbed from behind and choked out.
When I came to, I awoke in my bedroom, tied to each bedpost and unable to move. There was a ball gag in my mouth. Three men were going through my things while one stood over me, naked and stroking his cock. He called to the others, “The whore is awake.” Before I knew, four masked men were sticking their cocks in every whole I had. I was being choked and every hole I had was being stretched to bleeding. I screamed, they laughed and one slapped my face with such force my eyes watered instantly. With each hole filled and immense pain throughout my body, I wanted to beg them to kill me. As though they could hear my thoughts, once I was covered in jizz, I saw a butcher knife and could hear the sound of my throat being cut just as I lost consciousness.
Becoming His
Tonight, I became his. The man who picked me up on the road, brought me to that ramshackle cabin in the woods, smacked me up and down, and tied me to the table to have his way with me.
He came back to finish the job. When he walked back into the room where I was still strapped to that table, and he sat right down between my legs. He looked me dead in the eyes as he stuck first one, then two, then 3 fingers into my pussy. That felt a little painful, since I was dry, but by the time he put his 4th finger in, I was well-lubricated. Since I am so tight, though, it was painful, and it drew a whimper out of me. He seemed pleased by that, and proceeded to stick his thumb in and press his entire fist into my pussy. That drew a wail from my lips. He stuck a finger to my ass hole and rubbed a little before pulling a dildo out of one of the drawers on the table and sliding it right in there. With my pussy and ass full with his fist and that dildo, I couldn’t decide whether to cry in pain or moan in pleasure.
By that point, he was ready for me to start begging, so he reached up with his left hand and started choking me as he fisted my pussy. Just before I would have passed out, he let my throat go and let me catch my breath before covering my mouth and nose with his free hand. He pulled his fist out of my pussy and let go of my mouth as he started rubbing his dick up and down my slit while the dildo stayed stuck in my ass. He kept rubbing his dick up and down my slit while he used both hands to choke me again. By the time he took his hands away, I was so horny, I was begging for his dick in me.
He informed me that the only way he would give me his dick was if I submitted myself completely to him. He would be my master, and I would be at his beck and call any time he so pleased. After several moments of thinking while his dick continued to slide up and down my slit, and the dildo began to thrust in and out of me on the mechanical arm he attached it to. I finally relented, and I begged for his dick anyway. My master has now situated a cage for me in the corner of the shack for those times he’s away.