My kidnapping phone sex nightmare began when my car broke down on an old side road, I took to bypass road work. I traveled to get some coke, and I knew if I told my husband I was stuck in traffic he would know where I was and guess why I was on that side of town. Small city and I traveled to the big city nearby for coke. So, I thought the old road would be quicker and I would return home before it got too late, and everyone wondered where I was.
But that plan went awry when I got a flat tire. And I do not know how to put a spare tire on. So, I started walking. And as I walked it got darker and darker and more desolate too. I did not know when I might find a gas station so when a car finally passed me, I flagged it down. Nice older man said he would give me a lift to the nearest gas station. By this time my cell had died because it kept searching for a signal.
The man did not take me to a gas station. And suddenly I feared this would turn into a snuff porn. He told me the gas stations would be closed but I could charge my phone at his place to call my husband or AAA. By this time, I felt nervous. But I had nowhere to go and no clue where I was either. So, I prayed he was just a nice old man. However, I should have known better. I never meet nice old men.
When I entered his house surrounded by a corn field in the middle of nowhere, I saw a bunch of younger guys. Likely ranging from 25-45. Naked and snorting lines. The old man pushed me into the middle of them and they pounced on me quickly. Ripped my clothes off, tied me up and started fucking me. The old man filmed it all. He told me I would make an excellent gangbang rape porn star. Little did he know I have made a few already. But this was different. I never saw this coming. And I was not willing.
For hours these men force fucked my holes on a cold stone floor. Some of them pissed on me. Others chose to shock me with cattle prods. And yet others decided to kick, hit, slap, bite and choke me. I never went home that night. I did not leave that hellhole until three days later. My clothes tattered and my body bruised and bleeding.
By the time I made it to a gas station to call for help, my family had already reported me missing. The police had found my car abandoned and were searching for me. So, I had to concoct a story of being drugged and not remembering much otherwise I would have to explain why I was out in the middle of nowhere in the first place.
Women like me prefer to watch snuff movies then star in them. However, women like me never have a say in the matter. And when I say women like me, I mean druggy, subby whores. When I need a fix, I subject myself to relentless torture. Just ask my son what a stupid cunt I am when it comes to coke.
I have a fellow soccer mom who appears hooked on Oxy pills. Hurt her back last year in a car accident. And ever since they prescribed her Oxy, she wants more. But all the doctors cut her off. I took her to see this dealer I know. In the past, I used to frequent him often. However, I had no intention of being this guy’s druggy gangbang rape porn star. But, when he saw me again, he told us that the only way for her to score free oxy would be to make a homemade movie together.
And in a dumb cunt moment, I thought he meant he just wanted to see us play together. Two soccer moms getting it on together can be very hot for plenty of men. But he meant we should make a movie with him and his 12 pals. When I tried to leave saying, for once, this was not about me needing coke, he grabbed a fist full of my fiery red hair and tossed me to the floor. Another guy did the same to my friend. Before we could try to get up, a gang of horny, aggressive men pinned us down.
They ripped our clothes off and started fucking us. All holes got stuffed, sometimes double and triple stuffed. Burly, heavy, hairy men just grunted and thrust their dicks inside our fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. However, they did not seem done with us yet. They pissed down our throats, choked us, slapped us and made us eat their dirty, hairy shit holes. Gag. But druggy taboo phone sex whores rarely remain in control of their lives.
My friend got the Oxy she needed. And I got some coke for my troubles. So, I guess the torture was not all for nothing.
One of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.
Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.
After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.
As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.
He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.
He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.
Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.
He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.
While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.
Ass rape porn dressed like a witch sounded like fun. I love Halloween. So, anything themed for this holiday, count me in. But I should have been more skeptical. I did not do my research on the porn director or ask any questions other than how much money could I make. I needed coke. But I had no money, and my old holes make it harder to get the kind of money I need for my usual supply. The snuff world pays well and doesn’t care about my age.
When I saw the ad for a witchy bitchy kind of woman, I knew I might be right for the part. Of course, I thought I might be the one abusing someone. But that did not happen. My costar dressed like the devil to punish me for not cursing enough souls to damnation for eternity. My little hardcore anal punishment movie turned into blasphemy sex quickly.
The devil had a huge cock. The kind of cock that pulls my asshole out with it. Honestly, the video turned me on with its theme and costumes. I needed to curse God and his son, and praise Satan for his huge cock and my punishment. Although I did not feel like a good witch, Satan thought I was and forced his cock in and out of my gaped and prolapsed asshole demanding I curse more souls.
Satan choked me too. I think what hurt the most though was when Satan shoved his pitchfork up my ass. Although I have had everything from wine bottles to monster cocks and fists in my asshole, this thing felt so long that I thought it might come out my mouth.
But Satan had just begun my punishment. He ushered in a ton of horny little devils for an anal gangbang rape porn. Somehow, I felt like I should have gone to my stepson for coke instead of this. As brutal as he can be on my fuck holes, he never shish kabobbed me like Satan.
When the movie stopped filming, the horny little devils continued to fuck me. But this time they double, and triple fucked me stuffing all my holes. Although I got my money and my coke, I had to use a huge butt plug to push my asshole back inside my ass.
Taboo phone sex might be what I do best. My life has been nothing but taboo things. A coked-up mother who made me watch her fuck my brother and eventually made me fuck my brother. Stepmom to a violent and angry boy who blackmails me regularly. A husband who cut me off financially, so I had to resort to all sorts of seedy things for coke or money to get coke. And a love for rough anal sex, bondage and big black cocks.
So, when a guy told me he would give me $1,000 to punish his disobedient schoolgirl daughter, it sounded like a cake walk compared to the things I have done in the past. At least this was not snuff sex. Not for me at least. I arrived at his house early this morning in a school teacher outfit. Even donned my glasses to make me look more like a teacher.
This girl has been a daddy’s girl for years. But daddy has some strict rules for her to follow like no fucking any schoolboys or other men. And not dressing provocatively to arouse men. He found out she did both. I have known this man for years. He used to run the cameras for this underground snuff outfit I did some scenes for. He left the field after his wife died and he needed to raise their daughter.
For me, I just felt blessed for once not being the one to get brutalized. The girl looked scared and apologetic. He did not want to be the one to punish her because he wanted to watch and masturbate. I get that. When I forced her to strip naked, she sassed me, and I smacked her face. After that she knew I meant business. I had to go hard on her to get that money.
I used a ruler to whack her ass and her tits raw. But the part that hurt the most was when I fucked her with a strapon. I made her my ass rape porn star. And I guess daddy never fucked her little back door. Perhaps, I loosened that hole up for him. She cried and screamed. Maybe I fucked her too hard. Daddy did not seem to think so and his opinion was all that mattered to me.
By the time our punishment ended, almost every inch of her porcelain white skin looked bright red. Her little asshole appeared prolapsed. And she pledged to do whatever daddy wanted from there on out. Easy grand. At least easier than being on the other side of the punishment
Not often do I get to be the accomplice phone sex partner, but I love it when I do. Gives me a taste of what it feels like to be the abuser instead of the abused. And I think any submissive whore would enjoy that. Over the weekend, Lyle wanted to explore a family rape fantasy. He just needed a mommy accomplice. I gladly accepted the mommy accomplice role.
Lyle and I pretended to be married with a young daughter. And one day I just decided that my husband should start fucking our girl, so she understands why that slit between her legs existed. Growing up in an incest family, I do think a girl should lose her virginity to daddy or her brother. I lost mine to my older brother while my mother watched and masturbated. She fucked my big brother from my earliest memories.
And Lyle needed to fuck our daughter now. Although he seemed initially hesitant at first because of her young age and the size of his cock, I expressed that all daughters should explore daddy rape phone sex fantasies with their own fathers. So, I dressed our baby girl up in something sexy for her first night with daddy. They both seemed nervous, but I helped them both. Licking my daughter’s young cunt made it wet for daddy’s cock. And of course, stroking my husband’s dick made his dick hard for her little virgin cunt.
Even though I knew it hurt her little cunt to take her daddy’s fat cock, I told her not to cry. Daddy needed to focus on popping that young cherry. And he did. A little river of crimson blood dripped down her thighs. She struggled to hold back the tears, but I told her she needed to be a good girl for daddy. Afterwards, I licked daddy’s cock clean tasting that sweet cherry juice for myself. Yummy.
Even though I only have sons, this hot taboo phone sex fantasy made me wish I had a daughter of my own to molest. Perhaps, I can help you explore your rape phone sex fantasies for your daughter too.
This mommy loves violent roleplay phone sex. And I think I am good at it because I am a dark woman. Not at all your typical soccer mom. I do not bake cookies. But I do suck boy cocks and snort lines of coke. For once, I did not get in trouble scoring drugs. However, I got in trouble at home when my oldest teen son introduced me to a new school friend, Joshua. The boy undressed me with his eyes, and I let him.
This boy looked like trouble for this red headed whore. When I went to my bedroom, he followed me. Although, I did attempt to pretend to be the normal mom and send that boy right out of my bedroom, he did not listen. He grabbed me by my shoulders and tossed me on the bed. Before he pounced on me, however, he locked my bedroom door. He violently ripped my dress off. And I felt scared and aroused at the same time.
He told me that my sons told him that I love ass rape porn. So, he wanted to make it real for me. I thought I would fare well since the boy lacked any clue about me and anal sex. My ass sees more cock than my cunt. And that’s because being a mother gave me a loose cunt. But this boy’s cock might be the thickest boy cock I ever saw. And I thought it might fill my ruined pussy. Saying it resembles a beer can would be an underestimate. His cock looked like a tree trunk.
Without lube or warning, he shoved his thick teen cock up my asshole. He made me scream into a pillow because he did not want my sons hearing me. I guess he did not know about me and my boys. My teeth clenched the pillow so hard that I thought I might tear it. But the only thing that got torn was my asshole. It gaped and bled from the sheer girth and force of his cock.
I guess he had rape phone sex fantasies for mommy, and I was an easy surrogate.
Bondage phone sex takes a different spin with me. Men never just tie me up in the basic poses. In fact, if a man wants to tie me up in exchange for coke, I always know it will be more than just bondage. No man in the seedy world of snuff makers and drug dealers just ties up a woman. They violate her horribly while tied up in my world. But a whore’s gotta do what a whore’s gotta do to score coke.
I felt desperate for coke, and this guy on the dark net posted an ad for extreme bondage. Perhaps, I should have used some common sense, but I always get blinded by my need for cocaine. When I arrived at the address he gave me, I had that nagging feeling that I should run for the hills. But that did not happen. My tunnel vision for coke blocked my intuition. This did not look like a place where bondage occurred. However, it did appear to be a place where snuff movies get made. And where girls go to die.
I just hoped my 9 lives had not run out yet. At first, I thought this might not be so bad after all. The man who placed the ad tied me to this table. I figured maybe he would cum on me or fuck a hole. Maybe even just gaze at me. But he got out a bunch of candles and started pouring hot wax on me. So much wax that I thought he might burn my flesh off. I guess I complained too much, and he shoved a lit thick candle in my mouth to mute me. As wax dripped on my face, I fought the tears.
It felt like torture sex not bondage. But after the wax play ended, he moved me to some swing contraption which he claimed assisted bondage. He contorted my body backwards to skull fuck me. My body felt wrecked afterwards. Although I did make it out of this dungeon alive, now my back hurts and I have small burn spots from the piping hot wax all over my body. Good thing I have coke now. I am going to need it for my recovery.
Kidnapping phone sex stories get my pussy wet. I know. Folks ask me all the time what’s wrong with me. Nothing I tell them. I just enjoy dark fantasies. Plus, my life is a far cry from vanilla. Although I can fake it, I am nothing but an old coke whore. And because of that I get myself in some precarious situations.
My husband gave me money to fix my car. But I bought coke instead. I thought I could get some more miles on my car before it died. And I when I got paid, I could fix the car. I needed coke more than a working car. But on my way back from my dealer’s house my car broke down. However, I knew I could not call my husband to pick me up. Then he would know I put the money up my nose instead of fixing the car.
So, I called AAA to tow me. I got into a car with a man who I thought AAA sent to take me someplace safe. A dark rarely traveled road in the middle of the night no one thought would be safe for me. Even though I do hardcore ass rape porn often, I still did not want to be alone there. But I got into a car with a stranger, not a AAA driver. And I got myself violated and left along side of the road.
As soon as I got in the car, he shot something in my thigh. And the next moment, I woke up naked, battered and full of cum in my cunt and ass along the side of the road. Even as high as I get, I always remember what I did. So, what ever he gave me must have been very strong. My cunt looked bloody. Not sure what he fucked me with. But I doubt just a cock could destroy my cunt like that. Not even a big black cock.
My ass felt equally destroyed. Luckily, my broke down car was not far away. I crawled back to it and waited for AAA. Perhaps I could use the rape phone sex fantasies of the guy who picked me up as an excuse of why I did not fix the car. Someone kidnapped me and sexually assaulted me on the way to the car shop and robbed me too. And left me unconscious on the side of a rarely traveled road. My husband can be so gullible sometimes.
To score a copious amount of cocaine for the holiday weekend, I need to help make a teen rape porn. I know what you might be thinking. And you are correct. I am way too old to pass as a teen girl anymore. But I did not star in the film. I merely assisted. Unlike most movies in this genre, this one had a constant theme throughout the film. It did not just contain violent acts against women. This movie had a bad schoolgirl theme.
And I played the schoolmarm who needed to punish the naughty schoolgirl. Although I felt relief that I would not suffer the brunt of the torture, I felt badly for the girl. She looked trafficked. All strung out with needle marks between her toes. Sex traffickers hide the track marks because men who pay the big bucks for jailbait pussy, never want them to look like trashy whores. They want clean, cute, girl-next-door ass rape porn stars.
As a submissive, I never get to be the dominatrix. But it made me happy to not be on the other end. As the schoolmarm, I brought my naughty student to the principal’s office. I pulled up her little schoolgirl skirt and spanked her bare bottom first. I whispered in her ear that I was sorry, then I went to town on her porcelain bubble butt. My hands left huge marks on her bare bottom. When my hands got tired and sore, I used the ruler. I needed the coke, so I did as the director instructed. And I left huge, long welts on her bare ass.
Eventually, she went over my lap so I could fist her asshole and her cunt. Periodically, I forced her head in between my legs to eat my pussy and ass. And I almost suffocated her. She seemed on another planet. My guess the smack they pumped her with put her in a trance like state. I told her she got lucky that this was not a snuff porn. But I do not think she understood anything I said. Her ass and her holes will hurt today, but at least she is alive. In her situation I am not sure if that seems like a good thing or a bad thing.
