Most men have rape phone sex fantasies. It just that some men are more violent than others. I like the more violent fantasies. I harbor deep dark desires. Many so taboo, I cannot tell my closest friends for fear they will send me to the psych ward. I have several sides to me, but my strongest side is a submissive whore who struggles to tell dominant men no. I had a what the fuck am I doing moment the other night. I was on a date with a dominant man, but he wasn’t attractive, nor was he rich. The submissive whore side of me struggled to tell him no. The gfe side of me was like what the fuck, this guy is a total loser. I excused myself to the restroom and never came back. I ditched him at the restaurant because I don’t like confrontation. I forgot he knows where I live. He broke down the door in the middle of the night in a rage because I left him. He had fire in his eyes. Before I could call 911 or grab my baseball bat, he had me in a choke hold and was forcing his cock in my mouth. It was rough oral with some strangulation phone sex moves. He was skull fucking me and choking me. I saw him eye my baseball bat and I knew I was in trouble. He reached over my head with his free hand and grabbed it. He was so angry, I thought he might beat me to death. Instead, he sodomized my ass with it while he continued to crush my windpipe. He was calling me names and making me apologize to him for being a worthless cunt. Suddenly, he was more appealing to me. I know. I am a twisted bitch. He went from dominant to sadistic and my cunt got uber wet.
As a taboo phone sex victim, I get off on the dirtiest things you can think to do to me. I have my own dark fantasies and they usually involve brutal torture and snuff. Guys always apologize for killing me, but the way I see it, I am a snuff victim. No need to apologize. I want to be your victim. I want to hear all about the nasty creative ways you would kill me. My cunt is wet just thinking about it. I am stress release for men. I can be the bitch you hate, the mom you want to force fuck, the daughter you want to sodomize, or any female you want to do very bad things to. The sicker your mind is, the wetter my cunt gets. I have long had a strong submissive side to me. It began with daddy and it continues today. I love medieval torture sex the best because its wicked violent and gruesome, not to mention painful. Whatever sick and twisted ideas that are in your head, I know I will get wet. And, you will get hard brutalizing my bimbo body.
I have always enjoyed bondage phone sex. I am a kinky whore, but sometimes I go to these underground fetish clubs and meet my match. Last night, I was having fun getting tied up and fucked in the ass. I had a blindfold on so I didn’t know who was fucking me. I could tell it was many men sodomizing my puckered asshole. Cocks of various sizes and thickness were going up my booty hole. Then there was a lull. I thought they were done. I had gone through all the men and drained them. That was the case, but the lull was not only so they could rest their dicks for gangbang round two, it was so they could bring in the half-time show. I felt a slimy much smaller dick go in me. I felt hot bad breath on my back. Drool was dripping down my back. It didn’t take long to realize they ushered in man’s best friend to make a kinky ass rape porn with me. He was fucking me furiously. I could hear human giggles. They enjoyed it. I felt so humiliated and used. I had not signed up for a furry fuck. Once the four legged beast nutted in me, they made me shoot out his slimy cum. I had to lick it up from a saucer before they sodomized me for a second time. One of the most humiliating bondage whore experiences of my life.
I deserved torture sex. That is what he told me. In my mind, I did nothing wrong. In his eyes, I did everything wrong. He stripped me naked and tossed me in the dungeon. I hate the dungeon. There is no light and creepy crawlies are all over the floor. It is cold and damp; smells musky, maybe even putrid. He left me there over night. I was alone and scared. I tried to sleep, but I was chained up and too cold to sleep. Too scared too. I heard the door open and his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. He asked me if I was repentant. I said yes for self-preservation even though I still had no clue what I had done. He didn’t believe I was sorry. He smacked my face. Clothes pins were attached to my nipples and clit. He affixed ball weights to elongate my nipples and clit. The weights were heavy, so heavy I felt my flesh tearing. He got the cattle prod and shocked my pussy, ass and tits until I pissed myself. I was trembling. He is so sadistic, he would make a snuff porn with me for not saying God Bless you if he sneezed. He shocked me for hours. It was hours of a cattle prod and his fists. Eventually, he stopped, but he left me in the basement for a few more days to think about my sin. I finally found out what I did to deserve days of torture and abuse. I never asked permission to use the bathroom. Torn flesh, bruised flesh, cracked ribs, burned flesh and likely pneumonia for not asking to use the bathroom. My friends warned me about this man. They told me about his reputation, but I ignored the warnings. I am a submissive whore and I am weak for dominant bad boys.
Strangulation phone sex is what he wanted. He started his career strangling small animals like most serial killers. Now, he has a taste for strangling whores. He was waiting for me outside the club when I got off. I never saw it coming. He had his hands around my neck until I passed out. I woke up in a room naked. I was tied up with a ball gag in my mouth. We were not alone. He had a few friends with him, men and women. They all had that look that told me I was in big trouble. They took turns strangling me until I passed out, then they revived me. I think I might have died at some point because I saw a white light right before I was brought back awake with CPR. They got off on making me pass out just to slap me back awake. The women joked that they had all the power. I was pissing myself. Finally, they stopped strangling me. I thought I was safe and would be released now that they had their fun. That was not the case. That was foreplay to them. I was their snuff porn project. They gangbanged my ass until it prolapsed. They carved their initials in my flesh so I would never forget what they did to me. I asked why me and the ring leader said, “Why not you whore?”
He said I looked like I wanted to have sex with dead bodies. I didn’t realize he meant my dead body. He seemed like a nice guy. I met him on a speed date. He didn’t know I was a submissive whore. I acted normal on the date. He did too. I had no clue he was a dark snuff maker. Turns out he uses dating sites to find his victims and I was his latest one. I was enamored with him, so we hooked up after our speed date. The moment I was naked in his home, he changed. He was talking about necrophilia. There were other guys in the place waiting for me and I had no idea until they grabbed me. They tossed me to the ground and ripped off my clothes. It was a gangbang rape porn in the making. I quickly realized it was far more than that. They wanted me dead. One guy said the only way to fuck a skanky whore like me was if I was dead because then I couldn’t give him anything with my diseased holes. I tried to explain I was clean, but one guy shoved his cock down my throat to shut me up. He was balls deep in my mouth. I could barely breath. My date and the rest of his friends started fucking me. No condoms, no lube. The point wasn’t for me to enjoy it. They had no worries there. I didn’t enjoy it. The guy skull fucking me, squeezed my throat until I passed out. The others were chanting, “Snuff the bitch.” They wanted me dead as they came inside my body. They got their wish too. The last thing I remember is my neck snapping as men were dumping seed into my whore holes.
Gangbang rape porn happens at the most unexpected times. I can tie one on when I want to. I love closing a bar down. Normally, I go to my local bar when I can’t find a suitable fuck buddy for the night. The weather stranded me downtown. I was waiting on an Uber ride, but it was taking forever because of the weather. I decided to wait inside this dingy little bar. There were not many people in the place. Enough for me to pass the time until my ride, however. I was doing shots with some crusty old men. It was harmless enough, until the bartender locked the door from the inside and told the guys it was closing time. It was like that phrase was code for fuck the whore. One guy tied me up with rope used in case of needing a window escape. While he bound and gagged me, his buddies got naked and primed their cocks watching their pal tie me up like I was raw meat. These crusty old men turned vicious on me in a matter of seconds. Honestly, I didn’t think they had it in them. They looked old and harmless. They rammed their dicks in my ass and face. They slapped and punched me, one guy even branded my ass with a large W for whore. They came in and on me for over an hour and my fucking Uber ride was still not there. I had no way to escape my snuff porn hell. The men finished when they all came on me, covering me in cum. I got kicked in the cunt a few times before the bartender tossed my fucked, naked ass out the door in the cold just in time to catch my Uber ride. It was an awkward ride home.
I was made for snuff movies. That is what he told me when he kidnapped me. I was so scared. I had no clue how I got to this guy’s place. I had no idea who he was, but he knew everything about me. I was shaking like a caged animal. I could hear him talking on the phone. He was haggling prices for a side of beef. I suddenly got the idea that I was that side of beef. He kidnapped me to sell me on the black market. The best case scenario would be sex trafficking. The worse case scenario would be snuff porn. I was sold to be a sex slave or a dead whore. There were other women in the room with me. They were passed out. I figured they drugged them, like they would me too. Easier to smuggle meat that is quiet. After a few hours, a man in black came to talk to my captor. He gave him a large sum of money and the mystery man hand selected me. The man revealed himself once I was in the back of his van. I knew him. He was a friend of my father’s. He forced fucked me many years ago when I was a small school girl. Was I bought to be returned to my prick of a father? Turns out he wanted me all to himself. We pulled over somewhere so he could fuck me in the back of his cold, rusty perv van. I fought, but he was strong. I didn’t want him then, and I didn’t want him now. After he nutted in my ass against my wishes, I knew I had an advantage. I grabbed his balls and squeezed so hard, I severed a testicle. I kicked him in the face and fled out the back of the kidnap mobile. I know I am in a lot of trouble now. I was bought and sold by two men who will hunt me down and kill me. I just need to hide out for awhile until things cool down. Maybe you can hide me. I will be your willing slave in exchange.
The new man in my life is the violent phone sex kind of man. He enjoys hurting women. I am not his sub; I am not really his girlfriend either. I guess I am his rough sex buddy. I have a wild attraction to bad boys. I always have. I know it is risky, but I can’t help it. Nice guys are boring as fuck. Roger was in a rougher mood than usual. I got the booty call around 1 am. I dressed in something slutty that wouldn’t stay on my body long. I wore his favorite perfume and did my make-up like a whore. The little touches he loves so much. When I arrived, he pulled me by the hair caveman style into the bedroom. I was wet because he was so forceful. I love a strong dominant man who takes control of me from the get-go. He tossed me on the bed, stripped my clothes of and sodomized my dry asshole. He never uses lube because he wants my ass to bleed. He pulled my arm behind my back in such a way that I suffered a spiral fracture immediately. I heard the bone snap, so did he. I felt it shortly thereafter. The pain was incredible. He just looked at me and said, “Suck it up bitch. You can’t leave until I nut in your whore ass.” I was fighting back the tears because my arm was useless. He still pounded my ass while my broken arm dangled at my side. I prayed he would nut soon because I needed medical attention. He liked fucking me while I was in pain. Eventually, he came. I had to try to dress myself with a broken arm and drive to the hospital because he didn’t care about what he did to me. My top was unbuttoned, and I drove poorly. I walked into the ER and passed out. I now have a pretty pink cast for 2 months. The price of liking bad boys like you and Roger.
I signed up to swing with a couple, not for snuff sex. In their ad, they stated they were a kinky couple looking for a blonde buxom playmate for bedroom fun. They said light bondage and BDSM. It sounded fucking hot and not dangerous. I guess if I would have thought with my head instead of my cunt, I would have known going to a stranger’s place is always dangerous. Things started out fun. No read flags went off for me until the wife handcuffed my hands behind my back and shoved a spiked dildo up my ass. One moment we were laughing and spanking each other affectionately, the next moment she was treating me like I was her slave. The husband retreated from the room for a few. He came back with an executioner’s mask on and a spiked cock ring on his dick. When he skull fucked me, the skin on my lips and inner cheeks started to tear. All I could taste was blood in my mouth. When he came, it stung, and I pleaded for mercy. She fucked my ass harder, and he followed suit with my mouth. I was swallowing blood and it was dripping down my ass too. They told me they always wanted to make a snuff porn and I fell right into their laps. I used an anonymous hook up app that was untraceable. I was in trouble. They fucked me for hours with spiked objects, while I bled. She branded their initials on my ass. They burned my flesh for some perverse pleasure. Finally, they grew tired of me for the night. They left me chained in the basement while they went upstairs to sleep. It was hard to fall asleep when I knew I was dead in the morning. I heard the door to the basement open. Down came a young boy. Fuck, they had a son. I pleaded with him to let me go. He did, but not after he forced his little dick in my battered ass. Like father, like son, I guess. I would have let him impregnate me if it meant I could escape. I ran out of the house like a bat out of hell and never looked back. No more online hook-ups for me.
