I couldn’t help but think I was being stalked and snuff sex keeps crossing my mind. Who fucking thinks like that? I do! I’ve been through it all, and can not help but be suspect to foul play, as it turns me the fuck on!
I get off on being the focus of someones mind enough to plan it all out. I’m fucked up in my twisted thoughts and here is a prime example as to why… as it just happened. In my haste of getting my shopping done and to my car I failed to pay attention to the van parked right next to my car. As I stepped to my car, on the other side of the van I was grabbed and pulled in.
Knocked out and my clothes cut off of me I was ass raped porn material from the grab. I was sent this video of what was done to me that night I awoke in my car in the mall parking lot covered in blood and secretions of cum and spit. My panties where sliced and I had cuts in my vaginal region and on my breasts and thighs.
I now see how it all went down and I also see that it’s a very popular money maker. This reads as a threat since they know my address. I can’t help but rub one out right now.
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Snuff Sex Born a Victim
Taboo Phone Sex: I Spread Holiday Fear, Not Cheer
What are your taboo phone sex fantasies? I consider myself a sick therapist of sorts. I help men explore their dark desires. The ones that could get them arrested or committed to an insane asylum; maybe even killed. The holidays are lonely times for losers. You will not get a sympathetic ear if you call me crying about nobody loving you or whining about how awful your life turned out. I will, however, be likely to encourage you to off yourself or at the very least let me kill you. The holidays fill you with sadness, but they fill me with murderous rage. I am easily pissed off as it is, but you add crowds, holiday cheer and shopping to the mix and I want to get a semi automatic gun and unleash on a mall full of self absorbed assholes. Instead, I take my rage out on you. The pathetic loser who calls me baby or asks me what I am wearing in a futile attempt to bond. I don’t bond. I kill. I can smell fear and desperation through the phone. It gives me a girl hard on because I like to fuck up losers who think I give a crap about them. I don’t have a lonely hearts phone sex line. I have a snuff sex line. It is very therapeutic to kill you. I bet it would be therapeutic for you to die too. I clearly need to kill and maim more, because I flew in a rage over one of those annoying Salvation Army dudes ringing his damn bell. I kicked him in the balls and shoved his bell up his ass while a crowd gathered by and watched. Why? Because the sight of one of those mother fuckers is just a reminder that it’s fucking Christmas. I hate Christmas. Want to find some little soul or annoying twat waffle and spread fear instead of cheer with me?
Rape phone sex fantasies
I was at my friends house late at night and she went to bed super early. So I thought why not hangout with her brother and his friends. I did not see much harm in that. They were in the basement playing drinking games. I was in tight yoga pants and a really tight tank top. I know they were checking my out and I liked the attention.
Before I knew it, they turned the music up. There was her brother and four of his friends surrounding me. They kept grabbing me making jokes about how I would be in bed. I laughed uncomfortably. One of the guys that where bigger then the rest pick me up and put me on their pool table. They all gathered around and held me down to the pool table.
I was struggling to move and get up asking them to let me go. They took my pants off and ripped my top off of me. My body was naked and squirming. They all took turns shoving their cock inside of my ass hole and pussy. I was begging for them to please stop. That only made them laugh more. Their cocks where throbbing hard.
Their hands were jabbing into me, spreading my thighs apart trying to keep me well spread for them. They were fucking me hard and deep. I was balling my eyes out trying to get them to stop ripping me open. I had blood and their cum dripping down my thighs.
Hands over my mouth as they each took turns having their way with me. After hours of them taking turns stretching my holes open, they were finally done. I had no energy left in me. I had bruises all over me. I just laid on the table until they left.
Snuff porn
I became a mans victim and have been trapped with him for a week now. He tells me that he loves making Molotov cocktails. I never knew what that was. He told me he has been eyeing the girl across the street. If I get her to come over here, then he will show me what it is and not do it to me. I of course take him up on that. He is very violent. I do not want to upset him.
I convince the girl to come over here. She gets here and the guy tapes her mouth up and the rest of her body. He drives to a gas station and spreads her ass and pussy. He starts pouring all the gas into her. He then plugs her up once he thinks she is full. She looks like she is going to explode, literally. We drive out to the middle of no where.
He lights her hair on fire and within minutes. BOOM. Her blood, guts, bones, and organs are everywhere. I can not believe he did that.
Taboo Phone Sex
Saturday nights are perfect for two things, hard core fucking and great phone sex, sometimes at the same time! When you call me, we can talk about anything and you can bet your ass that I am getting off on it. I often finger fuck myself while on the phone, having rape fantasies and bondage daydreams. I love to be fucked hard, till I fucking bleed. I want to be taken by someone who just doesn’t give a fuck and will give it to me like a real man, without any care or concern on whether or not I am being hurt. Yes, fuck me like your life depends on it, and my life depends on pleasing you! Put a gun to my head and tell me not to cum on your cock until you give permission. Tie me up and beat me into submission, make me worship your cock before you cum all over me. I can’t wait to talk to you, call me tonight.
Bondage Phone Sex Whore
Do you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed. It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat. Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.
Park Fun
Daddy and I went to the park today. He had me pick out three precious little brats for us to play with! He knows how badly I love to feel them screaming and crying through my pussy as I sit on their face while Daddy violates them. I described them all for Daddy…I pointed at the one on the slide! Her clothing still in the T section and pampers still on her little smooth ass. I held and stroked Daddys cock as he throbbed in my hand. I knew this one was a keeper… I moved on pointing out an even younger princess in the sand box. So little and innocent she could not even keep her own head up she was so fresh and young. I was getting really turned on myself when I spotted the jackpot. I jerked Daddys cock harder and made sure he saw the tiny little twins I was going to bring over for Daddy to fuck, to fuck all the way open. It wasn’t long before Daddy was fucking them bloody, my pussy on their faces and my mouth on Daddys cock poking out the hole I cut in their pathetic tummies. I love it!
Holiday long pig
The weather here in Oregon has been rather intense, with heavy snow and powerful winds with temperatures in the single digits. I was on my way home from a shopping trip at a newer little Mennonite store that was opened here in town. I love it there for all of the bulk, raw, whole foods I can get to work with. No processed pesto here! The snow was driving thickly to the ground, and through it I glimpsed some blinking hazard lights from a disabled vehicle. I pulled over to see what the situation was, and was pleasantly surprised to see a thick-thighed beauty pop out of the car waiving. She was wearing these nice, soft leggings that outlined her hips just beautifully, with a smaller waist and bountiful breasts. I opened my passenger door and waived her in.
She sat down and curled up against the shivers racking her body. “Oh thank you! I thought no one would stop. It’s so cold, my car died almost an hour ago, and my cell is still in the shop, so I couldn’t call for help!”
“My goodness! I’m so sorry to hear that! Do you have all of your purse and identification with you? My place isn’t too terribly far away, I’ll take you there and get you warmed up with something hot to drink, and get you a phone so we can get your vehicle taken care of. Do you need to call your mom or anything?” I asked the slightly blue-faced girl.
“No, mom died last year, and I never knew dad. It’s just me.” She said, her teeth still chattering.
I smiled inwardly, no attachments. Even better!
Once I got her inside and sat down, I called Rick downstairs. He smiled graciously at our guest, and asked, “Langley, darling! I had no idea we were having a guest for dinner!?”
“I found her out in the snow all alone. Her vehicle was stranded, the poor dear is all alone in the world, and was nearly half frozen!” I replied as I handed her a cup of steaming hot chocolate.
“Oh my dear young lady! You sip that heat into you and we’ll get you warmed all up. Then we’ll see what to do with you.”
Before she could reply, her eyes were drooping, the “special ingredient” I added was working already. Easy with a chilled, dehydrated body to begin with.
“It’s not often that we have meat that is both frozen, and fresh!” I joked with Rick, getting a warm smile and a chuckle in return.
Once she was thoroughly cleaned inside and out, and shaved nice and smooth, we began rubbing her down with fine coconut oil. I wanted to try some new flavors for the coming up Christmas holiday, so I ground cloves with my ginger root and some allspice, and tossed it with pineapple chunks. I used this to stuff her young, smooth cunt, and her very nicely cleaned little asshole, followed by a wild rice blend I came up with. Then sewed her tightly shut.
I also cut tiny slits, deep and sideays into the thicker parts of her tits, stomach, and thighs, adding a few whole cloves to add to her aroma. I filled her stomach with the same stuffing mix as in her other end, plus some apples. I have a very soft spot for apple stuffing when it comes to the wilder, richer meats.
Together we tied her to the specialized spit, securing her legs slightly apart, her hands and arms were carefully bound with baking twine, and her head fastened to the headrest we had made, so no part of her would wiggle. It’s important for the girl meat to stay exactly where we put it! She began to stir a little bit, whimpering and crying with the sensations of all her holes being full and sewed shut. She tried to cry, beg, to scream. But a throat full of stuffing, and a sewn-shut mouth didn’t allow for words. As hard as she tried to open her lips, she only managed to pull and tug her sutures, making them bleed a little.
Rick lit the fire, and we curled up in our chairs in front of the fire pit to watch her roast. We took turns every so often turning her over and over a few times, so we got a nice, even roast. She cried and sobbed for nearly an hour over the low heat, before her blood finally thickened and boiled within her, making her shut down. around 6 hours in, after the side dishes were prepared, she was done. Her internal temp had reached around 170 degrees, and deep splits were showing on all sides. With the repetitive basting and seasoning while she was roasting, her skin had developed a beautiful dark golden brown finish, and she smelled so beautiful and fragrant!
We served her with a nice festive salad, fresh whole grain bread, and cranberry sauce.
“Happy holidays, Rick. Here’s cheers to many more satisfying shopping trips, and beautiful meals together!’
He smiled, “Happy holidays, Langley. We make a great team! Cheers!”
Cold duck was such a perfect, bubbly drink to wash our holiday roasted long pig down with.
Torture Sex Whore
Torture sex is all I am good for apparently. I stopped by to see my drug dealer, well one of them at least. I have a few. He was all fucked up on some new pure cocaine. He was acting all erratic. Scared me actually. I was hoping to pay him and get on my way, but he had other plans for me. He grabbed my red mane and dragged me down his basement stairs. From there he preceded to string me up to a beam in his basement. It was all set of with BDSM equipment. He had no idea I was coming over, so I was not the first girl in his little torture palace. I am sure I would not be the last one. I had no clue why he was acting so aggressive with me. I didn’t even owe him money. Not yet at least. I think it was the drugs bringing out his nasty side. He is a mean son of a bitch by nature, but normally this bad. My arms were stretched over my head. My feet barely touching the floor. I was in pain from hanging just inches off the floor. I begged for him to let me go. I said he could fuck me all he wanted. That held no appeal to him. He wanted to hurt me for entertainment. He started with a whip. A big long leather whip that tore through my flesh. As blood tricked down my body, I saw him get out a big scary looking cattle prod. I gasped in fear. Rightfully so too. He shoved the cattle pound up my ass. It was not turned on, but I knew it was like a sick version of Russian Roulette. I would not know when or for how long, but he would turn it on while it was up my ass. A few minutes of ass rape porn with a cattle prod then it was pure torture when he turned it on. I shit and pissed myself. I prayed that I would pass out. Luckily, my wish was granted. I woke up covered in my own piss and shit with a note on a bag of cocaine that said, “You earned this bitch.” Damn right I did. It may have been a lot of pain and humiliation, but I got free coke. Silver linings.
Snuff Porn Selfie Whores
Snuff porn is better than a sappy ass chick flick any day. Don’t you agree? I decided I would make my own little snuff chick flick. I know some guys who pay good money for jailbait whores. I decided to help some friends out while making a movie that would make me feel good and bring me some extra holiday money. Teen girls are self absorbed. I told a few teen twats at the mall that I was a casting scout for a movie being filmed locally. They believed my bullshit. Had them meet me at this old house I inherited years ago. It’s a snuff sex paradise there. Middle of nowhere. No one can hear the screams. Lots of places to dump bodies. The girls thought they were in a horror movie so they never even questioned the locale. Stupid whores. I gave them drinks which drugged them up. My male friends force fucked the whores for hours. Fucked their asses, mouths and cunts. Tore their fuck holes up too. These are the girls of the duck lips generation. They cock tease all the boys, so only fair they got fucked good and hard. Perfect teen bodies. Tight, lean with pink pussies. They were red pussies by time my friends finished ravishing them. After the teen whores were covered in cum, it was my turn. I scarred up their faces with a razor blade first. Sliced up their faces they take a million pictures of weekly. I mutilated their sex organs. It was very bloody. I imagine quiet painful for them too by the tears in their eyes. They were alive after a few hours of torture, but barely. Bloody messes. My male friends shot another load a piece on their bodies before I got out my chainsaw and dismembered them. I like to spread body parts all over the state to confuse the cops. No one looks hard for a self entitled selfie teen anyway. Not even her parents.