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Kidnapping phone sex goes wrong so you punish me for it!

Kidnapping phone sex“I’m so sorry master! Please have mercy!” I knew this Kidnapping phone sex was going to turn into me being the victim the moment she pulled away and ran. She was so quick, and I slipped in the mud trying to wrangle this bucking bitch.  Before I could get up you have my feet dangling in the air as you hold me up by a handful of my hair.

“You can’t do anything right can you you worthless slut!?” You scream as you toss me in the back of the car in the place where she was supposed to be. The look in your eyes let me know I was in for the time of my life. I knew there was no point in fighting, but if we can be honest, I know that is your favorite part, so I kicked and screamed and begged you not to take out your frustrations on me. You back hand me hard and blood flies across the back window and then you grabbed my throat and chocked me hard. My vision was closing in when I felt you rip my clothes off with your other hand.

I awaken gaged with a ball gage in my whore mouth and strung by my wrists to the ceiling. You have a flogged and I feel the sting across my round plum ass.  “You had one fucking job!” You screamed as I felt the sting again. “Well, I guess I’ll have to use you as a replacement! Oh, and after this stunt you will be lucky if you make it out after alive! I may just end you the same way we talked about ending that slut. I may torture you with a red-hot knife so it cauterizes all your cuts! Keep you strung up there for days on end playing with you and mutilating you with all my friends! We will have to see where this ride takes us! but buckle up baby because this torture train is leaving the station. The smell of my burning flesh filled the room and my cunt started tingling at the thought of all the torture I was about to go through!

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.

I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.

We make snuff movies

 

snuff moviesI left my boyfriend for this guy who is always such a domme. I got to know him through my friend Vivi. She was into the BDSM scene. Little did I know I would soon be trusted into it as well. After a girl’s night, she told me to meet up with Dominic. Dominic lived down the street from us, and I saw him as a ffull-onmacho man with hot tattoos and piercings. Dominic was a domme who would make underground snuff films and make girls like Vivi and me break up with their boyfriends and husbands to become snuff stars.

I knew little to nothing about snuff up until I met him. Now I am a pro! Together we all make snuff movies and play with our cunts and get our bodies used up for the right amount of money. I am addicted to pleasure and pain, which go together in my book.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Killer Good Time

bloody phone sexWant to have a bloody phone sex good time? I do mean bloody. I am not for the faint at heart. I have been called a gore whore for a reason. I love the site of blood. It is an aphrodisiac to me. I got a taste of blood as a schoolgirl. My first kill, I rarely talk about, but that is not because I am worried about getting caught or anything. I know there is no statute of limitations on murder, but I know no one will ever be able to find me and make anything stick. I rarely talk about it because it was messy and impulsive. I had not yet become the stone-cold killer I am now. I am a snuff porn queen now. Back then, however, I was still learning my way. My grandfather was the only person I ever trusted. He helped shape my sadistic mind. I told him that I had stabbed a bully to death, and I needed help covering up my crime. He was not mad at me. He disposed of her body for me and made it so she would never be found. To this day she is still listed as a missing person. She had lured me into the woods near where I lived and taunted me. I had a small knife on me, and I stabbed her in the juggler. Blood spurted everywhere and covered me. She took a long time to die, but I watched in awe of all the blood and her pain. The bitch had it coming, but I panicked afterwards. My grandpa cleaned up my mess. But that was the one and only time anyone had to clean up my mess because my grandpa helped me become a stone-cold killer phone sex bitch after that. He was a masterful killer himself. Very prolific and never caught. I am his progeny. The days of impulsive killing are long behind me. I got a taste for blood on that first kill, but now I know how to kill without ever being caught. And I can take the risk for you so neither of us get caught.

What A Wicked Game I Play…

Evil Phone Sex Evil thoughts fill my every waking moment as I wait for sweet release from this endless nightmare called life. It’s not all bad though, sometimes there is an occasional bright spot in my life when I find the perfect victim. My favorite way of satisfying my urge to kill is to go to a group home and mentor a little fuck doll into trusting me. She will look forward to our time together as I shine her on with gifts and promises of a better life. Gaining her trust will take work, the seduction must be long and sweet but the taste of her betrayal will be even sweeter. She will never know why I chose to give her safety and solace only to strip it away when I kidnap her and sell her sweet little body to perverts. Once she has been fucked stupid, I’ll begin the slow agonizing torture I have been planning since the moment I met her. She will be screaming for mercy as her body is broken to pieces just as her hopes were. At last, she will beg me to save her but all I will do is laugh and laugh as she takes her last breath….

Cannibalism Phone Sex Produces the Most Perfect Holiday Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is perfect for Thanksgiving. I hunt my meal in August because for the best meal, you must prep the meat and that takes time. I found a nice meal coming out of a bar drunk one night. A college girl with some meat on her bones, which is hard to find nowadays. Most college girls look so anorexic. She was the perfect meal. She had just the right enough meat on her bones. She had natural hair. No tattoos. No implants. In a world of plastic Barbie Dolls, it can be a challenge to find an organic meal. I did not know how perfect she was until I brought her home and inspected her. If she had fake boobs and lots of hidden tats, I would have sold her to this sex trafficker I know. He loves white coeds. They go for great money. This one was all mine, however. She was going to feed me for all the holidays, and most of the winter months too. I spend most of the winter months in my kill shack in the woods. It is off the beaten path. No one knows how to get there. I am alone with the wild animals, but it is the perfect place for snuff porn. No one can hear the screams. No one can smell the flesh cooking but the wild animals. This girl has been screaming her head off from my basement on and off since I got her. I have been giving her butter baths daily to soften her skin. I have detoxed her and fed her healthy meals, so she is tastier. Hannibal Lector would be proud of me.  There is a lot of prep in Thanksgiving meals. But I out did myself. She soaked all night in a special sauté. Now, she is slow roasting over an open flame.  She may be my best meal yet.  I have a huge freezer to cut up and store what I do not eat. That means you can have some of my leftovers. I took a little taste as I was cooking her, and man, this is going to be the best killer phone sex meal I have ever had. Care to join me?

Happy Bloody Thanksgiving Everyone! From Your Girl Yara! What You Got To Be Thankful For?

Yeah, I said it, exactly what that fuck do you sheep have to be thankful for? Being led to slaughter by the powers that be?  You run your asses to the supermarket and buy a whole bunch of nothing cause you were told that is what you supposed to be doin’? Killer phone sex

Well, that’s just fine .

You run out on Black Friday to buy a whole lot of stuff you don’t need? Do you really even want it? Ok, that’s fine. But know this, the holiday season is the perfect time for me and my Thrill Kill Posse to be out on these streets taking advantage of the opportunity presented to us. Like when Y’all all shopping on Black Friday and fighting each other over PlayStations and Flat Screen Televisions, meanwhile you ain’t keeping an eye on your kiddos. That’s when we slip in through the crowd and relieve you of that responsibility. Trust me the little ones? We can get a premium for them . We can sell them to our snuff film associates or our cannibal friends. They love some fresh kiddo kill for the holidays. 

Trussed just like a turkey.

Oh yeah .

By the way, Happy Thanksgiving. Lol.

How I learned to deal with uncle’s Torture sex

Torture sex

Being daddy’s victim left a lasting impression on me. I had to watch him abuse and torture many young sluts i started liking people having Sex with dead young sluts. I watched him fuck some young sluts so hard and choke them until they stopped moving. It was what made him cum so hard. At some point I had anger inside me because of my sadistic uncle. I had a guy hit on me who was just passing through town. I never thought about letting anyone else touch me besides uncle because i knew i would be punished with Torture sex. But I wanted to see what it was like. He was older and picked me up and drove me to his hotel room. He sat on the bed next to me and right away was kissing me and groping me. He was too aggressive and started moving towards my pussy. I wasn’t ready and I told him no. He didn’t like that and pushed me down and i knew he was going to try and fulfill his Rape phone sex fantasies with me. As he got on top of me, I panicked and just looked around on how I could get out of this. He pulled his cock out and raised my skirt, ripping my panties. I looked to my left and said he had his carving knife right there. I grabbed it and with one swift move I cut his cock off. He started screaming that I had castrated him and how I was going to pay, and I just reacted. I cut his throat and as he laid there bleeding, I felt better and safe. Even empowered I actually could feel my pussy get wet. I ran out of there with my ripped panties and knife. After that i found Castration phone sex it would make me feel better and excite me after dealing with uncle’s victims.

Knife Play Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time with Me

knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex is bloody fun. I love to stab, slice, cut and disfigure. I saw this little girl playing by herself at the park and was suddenly filled with rage. She looked like an angel; the kind of girl P men would love to fuck. But she represented to me all that is evil in little girls. She was flirting with the daddies in the park. Even at her young age, she knew her tiny little body could garner attention. This was a future gold digging, cock teasing slut who would grow up to be the kind of woman who gives other women a bad name. I had to stop her in her tracks before she could do more damage. I had killer phone sex impulses right then, but I curtailed them until I could get her alone. I am stealth and I am patient. It is a struggle most days though to show restraint, but restraint keeps me out of prison. I followed the girl home, so I would know where she lived. I waited. I plotted. And when the timing was right, I stole her right from her bedroom in the middle of the night. I took her to my kill shack, and I mutilated her little body for shits and giggles. I sliced off her nipples. I cut off her labia lips. I carved a W in her flat belly to remind her that she is a whore. I took pride in disfiguring the little cunt. I could have killed her quickly, but there is no fun in a quick and painless death for me. I like the suffering of others. I get off on the pain and tears of young girls. Do you? Honestly, I could have used a male accomplice. Sure, I had fun torturing the cunt with my knife. I eventually killed her and fed her to the wild animals but having an accomplice phone sex partner is always way more fun for me.

Torture Sex Ass Destroyer Fuck Case

When guys approach me at the club, their puny loser little dicks get so fucking hard. They think I will actually give them the time of day because they buy me a drink. Males and their mother fucking entitlement makes me want to have Torture sex. Seriously, guys like that need to be taught a lesson. Fuckers slipping shit into drinks all the time.

Well, I changed the role this time around. I watched this flailing idiotic miscreant reprehensible piece of shit moron trying to do just that to a girlfriend of mine. So, I sauntered up and slipped in between them and nonchalantly offered him a drink. I slipped a special little pill and some powder substance in it. I laughed as I assisted him, with the help of my friend, out of the Club.

Back at a little abandoned alcove in an abandoned building I have a special playroom set up. It’s set up like a gothic band rehearsal spot. Covered in soundproofing foam and plastic sheeting. It’s my bind, torture, and kill room.

Sindy helped me bind him and hang him by his wrists as we prepared him for ritual. I made the circle, red and black candles. Cut him and made an offering to Satan with his blood. Sindy and I stripped and robed ourselves in the black and red velvet capes. Both of us wore our strap-ons of doom and anal destroying devices of blades, with a special ejaculant fluid of beast semen and acid.

Torture Sex

As he started to come to, we let him have a full view of his surroundings. Bones, skulls, blood, candles and his inevitable doom. A cock ring of leather and spikes digging into his flesh in place. His screams halted with a gag dipped in gasoline. I got behind him and took my victim enjoying the screams and flesh ripping of his asshole. This is what you get, dick weed.