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Torture phone sex with Layla is Evil!

torture phone sex  “You fucking nigger bitch if I don’t kill you when I find you!” I was trying to play it cool and hide behind some boxes in the warehouse. The blood was seeping from my open wound and I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to make it very far.  My guts were ripping apart at the sound of the knife that hit me there and the blood from my cunt was also dripping onto the edge of the knife. He wanted to play and I was so ready to do whatever it took to get out of this situation. But I know there is no escape for nigga slut that was trying to get away. I don’t know how many of them had taken me here I just knew that if I wanted to survive this game I had better keep quiet and not let them find me again. I had hit one of them with an icepick that unaware they had left shoved in my hole, and I was fighting with every last breath!

     One of them had lit the match and singed my hair while I was sucking his stick. I really was on fire! After putting it out, the piss and shit throwing started and I tried to fight them off while they spread my legs apart and squeezed themselves in my holes. I screamed, I bit, I tore flesh but they were doing more than fighting. They punched me in my face and razor cut me so many times I had lost count and the canines in the background were barking at the screams because they wanted blood. The only chance I had was to play dead and hope for them to go away. When one of them turned their back I guess to get more acid I tired and staggered to get up and disappeared in this shed. But I had to be leaving a bloody trail because soon the canines were after me and I heard the footsteps. Then I saw the flash of light and me being pulled to the middle of the floor. I was floating but they weren’t finished my legs were being forced apart and glass was inside of my pussy and acid was burning my flesh. But I felt nothing was I dead I don’t know all I know is I heard the dial tone and thud and a kick and maybe a snap but who can tell when you are dead?

Torture Phone Sex Maneuvers Layla

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     Fuck that nigger bitch up! One of them taunted as they hit me with the shovel. I was trying to crawl to do anything to get away but it just was one of those things. I was not going to be able to get away there was no mercy for a sinner in hell! I was just trying to hold on as best as I could as they hit me with the shovel repeating the words of payback bitch! That no account good for nothing son of a bitch was here watching as they were kicking the life out of me. Using the blunt end of the shovel I felt my legs spread apart and the shovel pulled so dark and deep inside. One of them was shitting and I knew instantly they were going to make me eat it. One had thrown up before and I was ordered to eat and lick all of it off of the floor. At first I was going to gag but then I soon got accustomed to it and it was the norm now. It was in my belly as well as the numerous amounts of cum that I had sucked in the weeks here.

 

     I was the nigga bitch that was going to be fucked and gang banged and the debt was never going to be repaid. I knew that now and it was just a matter of time before this life was going to end! Being pulled on my back I felt one punch in my tits and stomach and my breath go out of me. Slapping me to the ground and  then raising me and slapping me again they counted off the money that little bitch owed! That mother fucker owed so much and I was the one paying for his debt. I felt the hardness and bulge as an oversized ball was placed between my legs. I was half out of it that I didn’t realize it was a rat! I felt the knawing of my skin as it ate at my flesh and tore my little clit to pieces. It was only the beginning this torture phone sex game was just getting started and the thing of it is. When they called people whatever they said to do to me is what this gang would do and keep doing to me. They were in fact in complete control of my fate!

 

 

 

Really????

mutilation phone sex angieI had no plans of mutilation, torture or violence when I went out this morning. I was just running into town to grab a few things I needed for the house. Wouldn’t you know while at the store this little brown haired bitch pissed me off. I can’t stand rude ass mother fuckers and as soon as she pushed me aside without so much as an “excuse me” my blood began to boil and I saw red fast. OK you little bitch you pissed the wrong one off. I followed her while she finished her shopping and waited for her to exit the store. Grabbing her and getting her in my van was easy. I knocked the bitch out with one good punch to the jaw. I couldn’t stand listening to her mouth, so full of herself it made me sick!  I dragged her in the house and down to the basement securing her to a pole with leather straps I waited for her to come to. As soon as she opened her eyes she started in again. That fowl mouthed bitch had no respect or fear. She was about to learn the last and most valuable lesson of her life. Picking up my hatchet I held it high over my head and brought it down just below her knee. Finally a sound came out of her mouth that was acceptable, a scream! I didn’t give her a chance to finish the first scream before repeating the action on her other leg. Slowly I worked my way up her body until my blade found her face. Standing back covered in her blood, looking at her now limp, lifeless and quiet body I had a knee buckling orgasm and collapsed to the floor. Time to drag her body outside to the ant hills so they could eat the flesh from her bones. Dumb ass bitch, she made me do it!

Girl On Girl Rape Porn

torture phone sex karmaI was walking through the woods looking for herbs when I heard the blood curdling scream. Slowly I inched my way towards the sound all the while my pussy getting wetter and the familiar stirring of a building orgasm filled my body. Finally I got close enough to see yet stay hidden behind the brush. He had her tied to a tree and was beating her relentlessly. Her knees had given way and she was hanging by her wrists that were suspended over her head, piss dripping down the insides of her legs and blood oozing out of the broken flesh. Her sobs were diminishing and I knew she was on the verge of passing out. Working my cunt I watched, delighted by the scene before me. Finally he turned her around and fucked her ass with his throbbing cock. When he pulled out I could see his cum oozing from her ass, no longer milky white but a dirty brown. Slapping her ass one final time he walked away and left her there. She was fucked up but had a lot left in her. When the cost was clear I approached her. Setting up my phone so I could record this, I turned her around so her back was against the tree again. With all the strength she could muster she whispered the words “Help me”  Smiling at her I didn’t say a word. I was going to help her all right. I was going to help myself to her and finish her off while recording one hell of a girl on girl rape porn to enjoy later. I would leave her lifeless body tied to the trees for the animals to scavenge but first I was going to have my fun! girl on girl rape porn

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What were my captors  going to do to me now? The gates were closing and I saw them walk away. I heard the growling of the canines and I turned around to see the Doberman’s almost too late. They pounced on me like a tiger to it’s prey and soon my flesh was being eaten by these ferocious beasts. I yelled and screamed but there was nothing anyone could do. As the flesh was ripped from my body I thought of all the things I wanted to do before this had happened to me. I was certainly going to kill that crack addict husband  of mine but ,what did it matter now? He was going to hell for what he had done but I was going to. The needles that were pinched into my pussy were numb now not to mention the little one that they sent into me to suck and fuck had been turned out into the street. Gladly no doubt to feed a heroin addiction. It was my guess that he was going to bring this gang a lot of money or be killed. I was past that point of my life and I needed so much more than that. I wanted death but it would not come. It was just going to have to wait. I was trying to sing to fill my lungs with air but the blood that filled them was increasing and these canines that were eating at my flesh were certainly going to take my life now. 

     I remember them putting the blood on me just laughing as they taunted me. Crack Addict whore is what I heard. Fucking Nigger was another slant. It wasn’t’ that I was going to die I knew that I had to die.  I had met my end with the countless rifts of cocks that had flooded my hole or the baby that was conceived.How long ago? I was standing with my daughter now with the blood all over me, they  would not let me  live. And if my daughter were to survive what would happen to her?. I kissed her closely and waited I tried to throw her away from the wrath, but  it was not to be. Would death be any better? Would death be better for either of us? Slamming her against the wall and breaking her neck would be her chance of peace. I thought of seeing her in heaven again. When the canines came and my eyes closed I felt one humping my cunt but it was too late it was always too late to know. I heard my baby scream and then darkness was all there was.

Layla’s Last Moments

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Blood drenched from every area of my body I knew I was going to die and it wasn’t like heaven had a open door for me with the life I had lived. But I couldn’t help it I loved that crack addict husband and if this was to be the end then I was glad for a little while at least that I had lived it fighting off these assholes that were violating my ass every time they had a chance. Come to think of it I don’t know if it was the lack of oxygen from the rope wrapped around my neck or just the will that had gotten me so over the edge that I just wanted my neck to break. To hear the snap would be the best thing in the world for me before my eyes closed I was say my prayers but there was none to say. They had used razors and needles on my skin and now they were cutting me up again with glass. I knew the next thing would be the beer and bottles and things that they were going to throw at me. It was the piss showers that were better. I could take all of that but to be ripped open by another gang member I don’t know if I could take it.

 

      They had said amongst themselves that I was going to be taken to another location to earn my keep and I knew whatever plan they had in store for me was going to be worse than what I had endured already. It was hot and sweet to think that my love for a no account asshole is what had got me here and it was just as cruel to think that this was not going to be the end of me. I needed to try to live for the little one they had just brought in but I couldn’t. I was on my way out and I knew it was only a matter of time before my rotten corpse would be in some alley or street. As they forced fed me I felt the drool or glue lining my lips and the way they had the smiles on their lips let me know they had something in store for me that I couldn’t control. The thing that bothered me the most was the fact that I didn’t think things were going to get any worse boy was I wrong. The glue was placed on my lips and then the duck tape. Placing one hand firmly on my head and the other behind my neck he pulled with such force that my body shook. Then my neck snapped and then …..

Fuckpig Slaughter

There they were, hanging from the pipes in the ceiling like fuckpigs waiting to be slaughtered. I had seen it before. I knew what was coming. I sat quietly in my cell, no chains needed anymore, you knew I wasn’t about to try to escape. These stupid girls were about to find out what happens when someone tries. I watched you across the room, sharpening your blade. The sound of it scraping metal on metal against the sharpener made my teeth chatter.

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The girls were hogtied and swinging back and forth as they tried to scream. Every once in awhile they caught a glimpse of you preparing the blade. I could see the pure terror in their eyes. I knew you loved seeing it too. They still had that glimmer of hope, hell, some of them you hadn’t even tortured yet. They were hoping you were just trying to scare them. Little did they know, you were only keeping the ones, like me, too scared to try to leave. I watched as you approached them. Their naked bodies hanging at face level to yours.

The blade picked up the glow of the only lights in basement. The first girl began screaming as you sank the blade straight into her throat. Her scream was caught off like someone turning off a radio. Blood spurted out in an arc about 5 feet from where she hung. I saw another of them faint. That wouldn’t save her either. You would wake her up for her turn. You loved practicing your techniques, and you were using your favorite blade. You raised it to the second girl and stuck it straight up through her back. With one swift yank upwards, her guts spilled onto the floor. She never made a sound, and those are the ones that scared me the most. I continued to watch as you slaughtered the fuckpig whores, one by one, and curled up in my dirt bed, promising myself I would never disobey you.

The new sheriff

violent phone sex maceyDamn! Woke up on the floor of the men’s bathroom again…well at least I still have my skirt on if nothing else.

I guess I should start walking home. No biggie that I am half naked. It’s not like I haven’t fucked most of the men in town and half the women to.

It’s still early Saturday morning so the whole damn town is still sleeping. Just my luck, it starts to rain. the water stings my skin as it drizzles into the open cuts, every painful drop bringing back an erotic flash of the night before.

The candy is starting’ to wear off. I hate it when that happens. I lose the moment and reality hits. It fucking sucks!

I hear a police siren behind me…thank fucking god. Officer Jansen. He always keeps a little something in his car for me. He confiscates it from the guys he locks up and then trades it for whatever.

He slows down next to me and tells me to get in. He throws a t shirt at me as he opens the back door to the patrol car. As if the sight of my bruised cum soaked body doesn’t turn him on.

He does a U-turn and starts heading back to town. He offers me a little devils dandruff, a take it and then let my head fall. SHIT, what was in that snow!

I remember pulling up to the jail and I looked at him. He must have seen the confused look on my face because he said “There is a new sheriff in town and he thinks you need to learn a lesson”.

The steel bars felt so cold on my beaten skin as they hand cuffed me to the inside of the jail cell. They chained my wrist first, stretching my arms so far above my head that my feet didn’t touch the floor. It pulled my swollen tits even tighter. Then they shackled my ankles with my legs spread so far that I thought I felt the muscles of my inner thighs tear.

The few detainees from the night before are in the cell with me and take turns fucking me while another stands on the chair and chokes me with his cock. That’s when I hear him, the new sheriff. My back is towards the civilian side of the cell so I can’t see his face but I will never forget the sound of his voice.

He took out his billy club and whipped my ass as my cheeks were pushed through his side of the hard steel bars.

I was beaten and bruised and my skin stung with blood and sweat. I can still hear the anger in his voice as he saw my cunt swell and jerk, begging for more.

That’s when he took that club and rammed it up my ass.

The inmate fucking my mouth apparently got tired. Pussy! The new sheriff ordered officer Jansen to keep my head back so the next guy could have a turn.

Officer Jansen grabbed my hair through the bars and yanked it hard so my skull slammed against the cell… the whole time, I am getting off and the sheriff is getting pissed.

I can still hear the anger in his voice as I was getting off. He told Jansen to unchain me and I laughed as my limp body fell on the cold cement floor.

I tried to get a look at his face but he had turn to leave. I can still hear that voice saying we will meet again. Saying that he will break me, and that he was going to fuck me into submission. Telling me that I would be begging him to be his whore.

I don’t know if there is a man alive that could break me…but oohhh..I love the challenge! And that voice….

Layla’s Rape Phone sex Fantasy

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   It was the end, I knew it That Bitch ass husband was going to pay! For involving me in his Rape Phone Sex Fantasies  But how! I was dragged and chained down here and there was no one that would hear me scream. My blood was running cold as I saw the gang standing there. Laughing as usual I was going to be sure that it was not the end for them or for me! Taking the chain in his hand he began to swing it from side to side. I closed my eyes and waited for the blood to fly on his shirt from the force of the blow. He would lick and taste it and then hit me again. I was sure he would not stop until the 50th blow and maybe even not then. The barbed wire was coming and I was going to have to brace myself with my legs apart for the thrust to my pussy. I looked at the many scars that were trying to heal but never would. Positioned behind me was the newest member of the gang. He was already turning into a vicious little Creighton much like his older brothers!

 

      At night when the others were asleep,  I would think I could convince him to let me go. But he was having too much fun breaking glass bottles and shoving them in my cunt! He would then kneel down and taste the blood and pull down his pants turn me over and spread my cheeks driving his meat handle deep within my ass. He would laugh when he was done and kick my mouth and pee on me like always. Urine was the bitter taste that kept me alive here because I would have to open my mouth and drink it. Not theirs I would spit that out but my own. Sometimes I would try to fight back and tear at the skin on their faces with my dirty dingy nails but it was no use. Each day I grew weaker from fighting and just lay there while for hours while they tortured my little hole. One day I didn’t hear it coming my neck snapped and my eyes closed.

 

Another Day of Hell on the Road

violent phone sex langleyIt was one of those times that I wish my boyfriend would shut the fuck up and just keep driving. It seemed that trucker was right on our heels. After eating Alpo for breakfast for over a month and trying to put myself through college after mommy and daddy cut me off, I was now looking out of the window at the stalker from hell! I mean it started out fun on the university us playing the game of chance on the computer and then me flirting back. I had no idea he was going to get pissed off and try to ram us off the fucking road! I was yelling at my boyfriend to go faster but that fucker was so high he would not have known what I was saying! All I knew was that we would have to get out of there fast before he did us in!
Looking out the window as he rammed the car and pushed us in the ditch I knew I was done for.My boyfriend was stone cold high and I saw the trucker running towards the window and the glass shattering. I didn’t even have a chance to breathe as he pulled my hair and dragged me out onto the pavement. I knew this was the end or the beginning as he dragged me back to the truck and pulled me in. Locking the doors I noticed the other women in the truck and began to scream and fight! Punching me in the face I felt the dark enclose the light and awoke to the smell of sulfur and powder. Trying to stand up was impossible I seemed to be kneeling down in white powder and there was an ax from above that was lowered every time I tried to pull up on the chain around my neck. Hearing boot steps approach I was ordered to sniff that white powder and then the clouds of dust entered my brain making me hallucinate to what was about to happen. I felt the press of the knife against my skin cut my flesh and blood fell onto the white dust causing a scene of agony. Forced up right I glimpsed the ax from above fall harder and the blood fall from me. The trucker pulled down his pants and pushed my mouth open it was all I could not to gag at the look of it. There was blood all over the tip and shape of the shaft had been cut to impose hooks that fell from its depths. Pushing my legs apart and looking at his toothless grin I knew I was in for more than I had bargained for as I felt the blood ooze and my soul lift into the clouds. The quick snap of my neck would be too easy the worse would come days later…