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this little light of mine…

I like to hang out in houses that aren’t exactly finished. Some say it’s because I’m ’emo.’ Others give me frightened glances and then quickly lower their eyelids before my own shoot back. They think I don’t hear their whispers in the halls, catch their fearful expressions when I walk past; but I always do. The other day I was in my room, peeling the corner of a NIN poster back, and realized I was feeling a little chilly . . . and no, before you say it, it wasn’t just my cold heart. I needed some heat, a little excitement, a risk–and of course, a prize. So I slipped on my loafers and wandered into Northhaven–the quaint little subdivision being built a few miles down the road from me.

And there it was…a two-story McMansion under construction before me, with raindrop-splattered tarps and a material-strewn front lawn. I snickered to myself; this was just too easy. Crawling up onto a bulldozer on the left side of the house, I wiggled my way in through the open window. Brushing myself off, I surveyed my surroundings. It wasn’t long before I heard the voices of the very young little ones whom I’d overhead planning a trip here earlier that day. I cackled to myself and strode across the wooden planks of the upstairs bedroom, careful to avoid the unfinished sections of the house with exposed beams.

Following the giggles, I walked to the utmost back room and hide behind the large stone fireplace obstructing me from their view. I peeked out slowly and . . .

There they were: my prizes. Two of ’em–a little boy and his bitch, drinking vodka procured from their parents’ liquor cabinet, no doubt. I stood there silently for awhile and watched them pass the bitter drink back and forth between each other. Their faces twisted into grimaces as the burning heat flooded down their throats each into the pit of their stomachs. And my hands were struck with a sudden and distinct urge to rub together greedily.

Play time . . .

Baby, I’ll tell you all about what kinds of horrible things I made these two little songbirds do to one another with their pants off. Alice gave them a nice taste of what grown-up fun feels like . . . and then she added in some of her own sickness. Sitting on their faces, pissing down their throats. I stripped that little virgin bitch’s dignity and innocence away with her little boyfriend’s erect cock, and he wanted to cum inside of that cunt so bad, I bet he would’ve thanked me if I hadn’t had my fist rammed down his throat. When I was done with my game and the sky was growing dark outside . . . I stepped over the broken glass of the once-solid vodka bottle. Grabbing it along with my shoes, I strode back out the window, pouring liquid all the way.

. . . A bright orange spark flaring–I dropped the match. Flames. And then I walked away and left the dying screams behind me.

I’M INto CHoking your life And RaidinG your pEace of mind

Wanna know what gets me wet? Seeing the fingerprint imprints my hands make as I’m squeezing the breath out of your slimy throat. I like watching the abrasive red splotches darken to deep purple bruises as a result of my handiwork. It takes serious skill to stop the convulsing long enough to get a good knee kick into the underside of a fucking guy’s chin. An elbow across the forehead will split apart the skin . . . and as the blood is pouring out of the slash in his head, I’m doing an uppercut with my fist connecting all the pieces. It brings a smile to my face every time I see it. Maybe someday I’ll be a good little girl and pray before dinner, but for now, if you’re gonna fuck with me, be prepared to fear it…

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…

TrailBLAZING

Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . . 

Cutter

There’s something exhilarating about taking a razor blade to my wrist and slicing through the tender flesh. I fucking love to get off on rough sex. I fucking love self-mutilation because it makes me feel like I’m goddamn invincible. I’m always looking for a fight; tempt me, push me pussies . . . I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze. I especially love torturing others. There’s nothing like the anguished screams of teens to fill a room with angst. Sexual mutilation is my favorite. Nothing beats the sickness. One time, I stitched a bitch’s pussy shut with a rusted sewing needle from my Mom’s old needlepointing kit in the garage. I used thick black yarn and beat her to the brink of death with a brick right in the head. I desperately kicked her ribs in and sewed her up like a puppet. She was so messed up by the time I started closing her holes up. No more dick in that little bitch, let me tell you. That sleazy ass whore wouldn’t be fucking anybody’s boyfriend anytime soon. Especially not MINE. That dumb little skank screamed like a banshee when I stitched her up, but the end result was fucking sick. I love my crazy mind . . . and you will too.

Maybe if I like you, I’ll show you a little bit of my mutilation magic using the slut of your choice. I’ll get a big ole knife or maybe a razor blade fresh from the shower, separated perfectly from the plastic handle and ready to slice deep. Then I’ll take her ass cheeks into my palms and give them a nice squeeze, getting them ready for my fun. We can always fuck her and fill her up with the thick white loads of creamy cum that mark a little whore, but we’ll need lots of spud. Get that hard cock and lube it up with her blood, baby. I’m going to make a nice pretty cut and carve my name . . . this stupid cunt will never forget who owns her ass. 

Rape phone sex fantasies Alice ~ do the dirty

I am not a law abiding citizen of America. I say this fully intending to disclose a little secret I’ve been keepin’ about my true self. Maybe I’m not a picture perfect version of the United States’ sweetheart, but I can make you cum harder then anyone has every made you orgasm in your life.

That’s because I know what you really want. The stuff you’re way too scared to tell your wife or girlfriend. The dirty, nasty, sickeningly dark and violating aspects of human life. You want to mess up a slut and fuck your way through an entire all girls Catholic school, don’t you?

Well, I can help you with that. See, I have a thing for babysitting little ones myself. I can get in undetected and let you in through the front door without a hint of suspicion from the neighbors. When we have those young little babies all to ourselves, that’s when the fun begins. You try to keep your hands to yourself, but those pigtails and cute little diapers are too much for you to resist. It’s okay . . . bite into those miniature asses. I won’t tell a soul. That’s because I’m just as twisted as you are, baby . . . even more.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Bianca goin’ dumpster diving…

I’ve never been one for suffocation. I much prefer a more . . . hands-on method. Can’t blame me, really. I’m a sick, twisted slut for feeling of  life leaving another at my hands is just too fucking hot to pass up. So of course I decided to use my talents for the greater good of society. I do that sometimes . . . kill for the benefit of others. Life is too short for selfishness. I went to church today–bet you won’t believe me, but I did. Church of Satan, maybe, but it’s a place of worship nonetheless. Don’t judge me for my beliefs, and I won’t judge you for yours. Because I know your dick is just hard and ready to slam into a little tiny underage twat, now isn’t it? Don’t lie, baby. We both know your P-cock is ripe and begging for a nice, young tight hole to ram and rip apart. Well I found a guy who sliced, diced, and fucked his way through an entire school of girl cunnies. And I found him in an alley, shooting up tar. Track lines down his forearms, a dazed look in his eye . . . you know the type–trash. Well my public service involved taking out the trash with a 9mm pistol. Didn’t shoot him in the head though–that’d be too quick. Instead, I splintered the tendons of his Achilles heel and ripped the rest apart with my teeth. Mmmmmm. Maybe he had a blood infection, though. I’ll have to check myself when I get home. The thought just pissed me off further, so I rammed his head against the dumpster and fucked that dick up. The space inside of that dumpster was his final resting place . . . isn’t that where trash belongs? 😉

Down South

Where have I been, you may be asking yourselves. Well I don’t have to answer to you motherfuckers! I went to a concert in Mobile, Alabama and got fucking turned around because the goddamn toll both stiffed me a dollar twenty-six. Are you fucking shitting me?! That stupid ass bitch stole from Bianca. So I was all enraged and ready to twist a neck off when I realized I was going the wrong way. The hell? Turns out I was in some redneck dive called Pascagoula. I crossed the state lines . . . I know what you’re thinking, so shut your damn trap. It’s an evil, sick ass place. Just because it’s bumfuck Mississippi doesn’t mean they’re gonna hand you sweet tea in a mason jar or some shit like that. Fuck that! It’s a wild ass neighborhood. Most of the citizens consider the day wasted if they haven’t violated a goat by noon. It’s sickeningly dark there. One wrong turn, and you’ll wind up in the trunk of a Cadillac, never to be seen or heard from again. So of course I took this opportunity to explore. I headed straight for the Brass Monkey. It might as well be called The Drunk Asshole Bar, because the company was wicked! When I was leaving, I spotted a guy trying to break into my car. Not. fucking. okay. I reached for the crowbar I keep in my purse and bashed him in the fucking head. He grunted and fell to the cement. I just kept beating and smashing the metal bar into his skull until it exploded with red goo and I kicked him aside, slid into my vehicle, and drove away. Byebye Mississippi. I don’t have to fear any thing or any place. You fuckers fear ME.

Alice with an ‘A’

 

‘A’ is for Alice. ‘A’ is for awesome…and it also stands for asshole. That’s right. I’ve been ass fucking lately. I find it’s best to do without any lube. Not on me, of course. I prefer to watch a little one get reamed while I chomp on some popcorn from a safe vantage point nearby. It makes me laugh so hard when their itty bitty eyes get wide in fear and they whimper and shriek in pain. It makes my wet pussy hole get nice and turned on, too. I always want to fuck a stiff dick after watching a tiny, precious little munchkin get used and abused by a big, strong adult. Haha. I guess I have a weird sense of humor, but don’t try to lie to me, baby. You like it, too, now don’t you.

Teenage Hide

Torture phone sex

I was visiting a friend who has his own farm of sorts; he keeps a cage of young girls for his sexual pleasure…usually three at a time. But, the ones that he had were getting a little too old and starting to menstruate. We were having a beer and fantasizing about what to do with them. I told him that we should round them up like the cattle they were; he was so intrigued with the idea that he got up and began setting the plan in motion. He came back from the shed with two cattle prods and explained how to use them: clench the handle to ignite the iron at the end. At sunset, he rolled the cages out into a small gated area and released the girls. They ran in the dark, falling down on each other, as we laughed at their pathetic attempts to change their fate. One even tried to crawl over the fence but she was too weak and collapsed, spraining her ankle. We joined in the fun, poking them with the prods; I caught one in the buttock and held it for long enough to sear her flesh. I got tired of hearing the one girl with a sprained ankle sobbing; so, I took the prod and jammed it into her throat. Blood spurted everywhere, but she was finally quiet. I kept ramming the metal tip into her body and watching the coal-like tip of the prod gleam. I looked over at my friend who was sadistically laughing as he jammed the prod inside the girl’s pussy, blood dripping down her legs. His hand was around her throat while he kept the other girl on the ground by pressing his boot to her throat while she watched her friend. “That’s what you get for growing up, you stupid heifer!” he grunted at her and sent the last thrust that killed the bitch. As one last hurrah, he made the last girl suck his cock; I noticed that she had her teeth removed and he explained he hated to be bitten anywhere. Then, I had the pleasure of beating the girl while she gummed and sucked his dick; she was probably thinking she would survive if she did a good job. What an idiot! I put down the prod and chose a nearby whip. I lashed at her back and buttocks; I loved watching her wince as she tried to maintain sucking my friend’s cock. When he shot his load all over her face, he pulled her up by the hair and slit her throat. We dumped their bodies in the creek because we thought it was fitting, confident that the wildlife would finish the job we had started; but we took a few pieces of their hide to make into blankets.