I love rape phone sex fantasies calls. The idea of a stranger, even somebody I know, brutalizing my fuck holes makes my pussy drip. I have a caller who loves force fuck fantasies. Every time he calls, we role play a different violent fantasy. I cum every time too. This morning was extra hot. I was on my couch watching TV when there was a knock at my door. I was expecting an Amazon package, so I didn’t check to see who was at the door. This big burly stranger busted through my front door chain. He pushed me down on the couch. He tore my clothes from my body, slapped my face and told me I belonged to him. He said I was dirty little cock teaser who needed a lesson. He stated he had been watching me for weeks. I shake my ass like I think I am better than everyone. He was about to show me that I was nothing but a dirty fuck toy. Just a cum and piss receptacle. He gripped my throat so tightly, I gasped to breathe. He slammed his dick in my ass first, then my pussy. He enjoyed making me clean the shit off his dick. A dirty whore like me is a shit eater he informed me. My pussy was so wet. That didn’t go unnoticed by him. I tried to fight him off. I tried to tell him I didn’t want what he was doing to me. I pleaded to him to not cum in my pussy because I could get pregnant. He came in my pussy. Told me I better hope to God I get knocked up. He wants to force fuck a pregnant slut. He slapped me around, pinched my nipples so hard that they bled then left me on the couch with his cum pouring out of my swollen pussy. What are your taboo phone sex fantasies?
Snuff sex turn you on? Guys always get rough with me when fucking. I like it though. I have never been the kind of girl you make love too. I am the kind of girl you fuck. Men know this. They enjoy fucking a bimbo because they know a bimbo does whatever they want. I was at the mall last night shopping. I picked up a fan club. Some men I assumed were looking at all the young talent running about if you know what I mean. They got cock teased by jail bait, so decided to take out their sexual frustrations with me. I was down for a gangbang rape porn in the bathroom of the food court. I was high, drunk and horny. Sure, I was way too old for their tastes, but any port in a storm, right? They said they wanted to tie me up for fun. That should have been my red flag. I am a stupid bimbo whore so of course I said yes. They fucked me aggressively. I am used to rag doll fucking, but this was violent fucking. Two or three dicks in a hole at once. A few fists too. Strangulation, suffocation, cutting, punching sex. My head was slammed up against the wall of the bathroom so hard, I lost consciousness. I woke up in a pool of blood and cum. A janitor found me. No clue how long I had been out, but the mall was closed. I guess those guys got really worked up that they couldn’t fuck jail bait pussy and took it out on me. If they had only asked, I am sure I could have lured a sweet young thing away for them to play with being a female. If you are a P man, you just need a submissive whore accomplice.
Torture sex death and humiliation is what I was sentenced to for my crime of disobedience. The judge ordered my death immediate and public. My executioner was into extreme pain and degradation. Before we even left the courtroom, he had me stripped naked and in shackles. I was escorted to a room. The room where I would soon die. There was a variety of people watching in awe as I was spanked repeatedly. My body was exposed and prodded. Nipple clamps were attached to my tits. My cunt was whipped. My legs were spread wide and I was tortured with a menacing vibrator. When I got wet, I was mocked for being a pain slut. I was tied to a post and whipped and tortured while strangers gawked and cheered for my death. I tried to beg for forgiveness for my insolence, but my fate was already sealed. My executioner was having too much fun torturing my female parts. I liked the pain, but I was afraid to die. I didn’t want to die. I denied that I liked the pain, but my wet cunt told a different tale. My executioner informed me that I would die a painful death when I orgasmed. I tried not to cum. But the pain was too intense. I am a pain slut after all. I died cumming, naked, exposed, being tortured in my ass and my pussy while strangers masturbated and cheered my death. If only I had met my executioner under different circumstances….
Do you like torture phone sex? Some men enjoy making me do things to hurt myself. Although I can never hurt myself as good as you could hurt me, I can do some damage to my hot body; especially if I am super high or drunk. I am a pain slut. I need pain to cum or at least to cum hard. I can use any variety of items on myself for your pleasure. I have industrial size vibrators that can overstimulate my pussy to pain. I have large dildos that will gape my pussy and ass. I have nipple clamps, even the kind with a chain to attach to my clit for extra pain. I have ropes to bind my big fake tits. I have needles and hat pins, even large safety pins used on cloth diapers that can pierce my flesh. I have wooden paddles and belts to spank my flesh, although spanking my own ass is challenging. I have handcuffs. Ice cubes and a variety of kitchen utensils can cause more pain than you would image. I have ball gags in case my voice annoys the fuck out of you. I have beer bottles to fuck myself with for you. I can even burn my flesh with cigars or cigarettes. I enjoy crying and hurting myself for a caller’s pleasure. I just wish I could hurt myself like you could.
Rape phone sex fantasies? Every guy harbors a few, especially for a particular women: an ex girlfriend or wife, daughter, sister, a girl who rejected him, the boss, even a former teacher. Face it, women are cock teasing bitches. We love strutting around in revealing clothes and calling you a pig when you eyeball us. We enjoy getting hot and heavy with you then right as you are ready for penetration, we change our mind. I got what was coming to me the other day according to Paul. He is this guy I met at the gym. We got hot and heavy once at my place one day a few months ago. I saw how small his package was and said I changed my mind. He was a big burly guy who takes steroids and it shrunk his junk. That was my guess. I thought he was cool with the blue balls, or as cool as you can be. Apparently, he was not cool with what I did by a longshot. He waited and plotted for months to get his revenge. I was coming out of the gym late one night and there he was waiting for me. He seemed cool. Offered to walk me to my car because there was a serial attacker on the loose. Little did I know that serial attacker was him. When we got to my car, he hit me over the head with something. I woke up bound to some contraption in an unnatural position. My ass and pussy were exposed wide and he was fucking and fisting me. “No one denies me, whore,” he yelled as he forced fucked me. He sodomized me mostly. I wanted to laugh at his tiny cock. He wasn’t really hurting me, but he was clearly in some steroid induced rage. I was afraid he would kill me. I acted like I loved his small dick and how he should have done this to me months ago. He spared my life, but now I am his sex slave. Would you have spared my life if I cock teased you? Are you man enough to take what is yours like Paul?
Snuff sex is not what I was expecting. I was expecting bondage. It was an underground bondage club. That was what the ad said when it was announcing its big grand opening. The ad specially called for bondage whores to come and explore their underground world. Submissive whores like me soon discovered the ads were just a rouse to lure prey there. I fell for it too. I was not the only one. I was in a room, suspended from an overhead beam when a man in an executioner’s mask walked in. I thought it was role play; master and servant kind of games. After I blew him, I found out bondage was the furthest thing from his mind. He pulled out a very menacing serrated blade. He made sure to tell me in graphic detail about all the pigs he has gutted with that blade. I was quivering. His voice was sinister. The look in his eyes told me that this was no role play game to him. I was right. He cut off my right nipple, then my left one. I was forced to chew on my own whore nipples. The torture sex did not stop there. Next up was both breasts. He cut them off like he was cutting of a chicken thigh to eat. I passed out from the pain and shock of seeing my own blood and flesh pooling beneath me. How dare I pass out. He punched me in the face, breaking my nose and jolting me awake. He skinned me alive. Tore the flesh off my body, slowly and deliberately to torture me. I heard screams and cries from all over. I knew this was no bondage club. This was one big snuff porn shoot, only it was not fake. I was not getting out of this club unless it was in a body bag.
Sometimes when I am getting fucked, it feels like torture sex. Seriously, some men really enjoy tearing up my fuck holes. I was a drunken whore over the weekend. No surprise. Look at me, right? I was at my favorite watering hole. I was looking to score some weed. I scored more than that. I found out the hard way that going up to a stranger and asking if they have any pot to sell is not cool. One of his henchmen dragged me into the bathroom. I thought we just had to be out of the open to do the buy. The only thing I got in the bathroom was gang banged. Five men surrounded me. They forced me to strip naked. They claimed they had to check me for wires. Part of the checking process included fisting my cunt. Never had anything that thick crammed in my cunt before. Damn, the pain was intense. I tried to explain I just wanted some weed. I was not down to fuck, not like this at least. “Think we care what a stupid bimbo wants,” one of them yelled at me. I knew I was about to be violated. Violated in a dirty, dingy bathroom. Was not the first time; certainly, it would not be the last. I got some weed, but I also got doused in cum and gaped open. Such is the life of a subby whore.
Snuff sex Cassandra is my handle in a few fetish online chat rooms I belong too. It is because I have fantasies about dying. Some of my fantasies are inspired by my callers. I have some sick twisted regulars. One of my most creative callers recently did a call with me that had me bragging in one of the chat rooms about wanting to die in just such a fashion. He was a mad scientist of sorts creating new drugs. Killer drugs. I was a sex slave thus he could legally test his drugs on me like I was a lab rat. I woke up strapped down with him injecting his drug into me. When I protested he reminded me I was a sub human. I asked questions. I wanted to know what was going to happen to me, but he was vague with the details. He shot a needle in my arm. Nothing happened. When he hooked up an industrial sized vibrator to my pussy, I thought this was like a female enhancement trial. No such luck for a blonde bimbo slave. It was a death drug. When I came, my heart would stop beating. Death by orgasm. A hot and terrifying concept. I tried not to cum. I tried to think of horrible things so I wouldn’t cum. I couldn’t. I am a pain slut. I am a snuff porn junkie. I resisted for as long as I could but the intensity was too strong. I came. I felt my heart seizing up like some one was on the inside squeezing it. Within minutes of cumming, I was dead. Wouldn’t it be great to die by orgasm? Sure, your dead, but what a way to go. If you want to snuff me, which I know you do, make me cum to death.
I was hired for a bachelor party; specifically, I was to fuck the groom to be. He likes blonde bimbos and his best man heard I do some private escorting occasionally and sent me a text. We have a mutual friend. Easy money I thought. These guys were choir boys compared to who I was accustomed to meeting. We had an enjoyable time. I gave lap dances, a few blow jobs, nothing rough. It was the break I needed. I was staying the night with the groom to be. That was the deal. I was to seduce him, act like I was doing something I was not supposed to be doing because I liked him. I thought he bought it until he grabbed my arm and pinned it behind my back like a WWW wrestler. One wrong move, my arm would have snapped like a twig. “You are just a paid whore. Don’t think I don’t know that,” he seethed. Dr. Jekyll appeared suddenly. He tossed me on the bed with both arms pinned behind me. Damn it hurt. He forced his cock inside my ass. He didn’t bother with lube or a condom. According to him, a whore like me doesn’t deserve pleasure. I could feel my asshole tearing as he fucked me dry and hard. I don’t mind anal sex, but this hurt. He wanted it to hurt. He kept yelling at me to cry. I was fighting back the tears because normally crying gets me hurt worse. He wanted the tears, so I let loose. His dick got harder hearing me cry and plead. He didn’t show me any mercy, however. He just sodomized me harder until he exploded in my ass. When he came, he gripped my arm so tight it snapped. Spiral fracture. Not my first one either, but it hurt so bad I blacked out. I woke up naked, with a bloody ass and a broken arm in the alley behind his loft. I was put out like trash.
I enjoy taboo phone sex fantasies. I do all the things normal women would never consider. That is why I make such a good victim. There is nothing I won’t do to make your experience, your fantasy, as nasty, even as deadly as you want it. Obviously, I have never really been snuffed. But, I would be lying if I said I didn’t get off thinking about dying a horrible, violent death. I am extremely fond of medieval torture. Guillotines, racks, water torture and other painful and gruesome ways to die turn me one. I know that is some fucked up shit right? Daddy abused me all my life until I ran away from home. I spent a few years on the streets learning that the more I let men abuse me, the more money I made. Does hurting women turn you on? Do you watch violent, bloody films and think how hot it would be to snuff me in the same fashion? Maybe you don’t think about snuffing me, but some other woman you know. I have been snuffed by daddy, my husband, random strangers, ex boyfriends, even bosses. I can role play whomever you want to kill for you. Confession. I might get jealous that she gets torture sex. When I play the object of your scorn, I get so very wet thinking of all the pain you inflict on her body. I want tortured. I fantasize about you fucking me with razor blades on your cock so you shred my pussy, even my ass. I also masturbate to images in my head of being disemboweled while you fuck me to death. I know. I am a sick bitch. That is why I make such a good victim. I have no limits or taboos, so bring me your sickest fantasy.
