“Oh what a sweet piece of fuck meat” is what I heard him sneer at me as I was being circled. I was walking home from the club last night. It’s not always the best thing but I am always doing what’s not best. This guy pulled up and tried getting me to get in his car. He just really wanted to give me a ride home. I told him no thanks. He was offended by my dismissal.
He stopped at the corner ahead of me and still tried to get me in his car. He got out of the car and started walking around me looking me up and down. I just stood there wanting to be out of this situation. He started to get aggressive and laugh at me. He shoved me down and took his way with me. He beat the crap out of me and fulfilled his filthiest bloody rape fantasies on me and ruined my face with his punches.
I’ve been considered a Torture phone sex addict by some. They see how hot and wet I get after I have done a really hot and extreme torture call with screaming and slapping my whore cunt. I really get into the hot ones that have to do with large beast cocks and lots of pure fucking assification defilement. My ass is the shitpost of the week for one of my guys. He was just on me with pictures of my ass fucking everywhere on his social accounts.
These fixations this guy has with my ass has had him get bold enough and approach me. I called him a sicko looser and to get out of my face. That’s when he laughed and held his phone to me with so many videos of my ass he has been stalking me. He was obsessed. I was grabbed by the throat and forced to step backwards falling into the open side door of a van. He scrambled in pulling me in and closing the door as the van sped off.
I was bound at the wrists and had my panties ripped off of me. They shoved my panties in my mouth and he continued to play the slide show of my ass pictures. He was telling me in each image what he felt like doing to my ass. Soon enough though I found out. He set up the cameras and stripped me naked except my whore thigh highs and high heels. My “slut gear made for porn fucking” to put it in his words. He was roughly pounding my ass with what seemed to be a huge beast llike cock. I just imagined him being furry and his cock was a beasts. I came so fucking hard.
It’s a snuff porn rape fantasy that I am affectionate towards, and what has made me the whore I am. I make guys want me, desire me and want to hate fuck me into a frenzied murderous corpse. My tits are fake, my body is perfectly slim, curvy and desirable. My blonde hair highlights me as the bimbo whore that needs cock. Black men love me. They all want to bang me into a gooey bloodied cum oozing fuck hole. White meat is what they want. My perfect white girl pussy.
I’m such a god damned fucking hot barbie doll and can act dumber than a fucking cranked up brainless bimbo. Oh wait that is me. Use me. You hate my type do you? Rich white girl with the perfect fucking body and face. Your anger builds when I look at you laughing and you just instantly think I am laughing about you. But why would I even fucking notice you. Loser. Get the fuck out of my site you are ruining my fucking view. Could anyone be uglier and more pathetically small than you? God, I would Never give you a second of my time!
It’s a Snuff sex rape fantasy that this sadistic old man had in mind for me. He grabbed me from the parking garage of a shopping mall. I was grabbed, gagged and shoved into this suv. He didn’t want any fuss and used something on a rag to knock me right out. I came to and was tied to a pillar in an abandoned building.
I was trying to wriggle loose as I didn’t think anyone was around. However it seemed I was on camera. He was watching me struggle and enjoying it. After a little wriggling and trying to moan or scream through my gag I was tired again. I slid down that pole and was trying to still loosen my hands but it just wasn’t happening. Next thing I know a sprinkler system started to go off and I was getting soaked. I was being completely broken. He was getting pleasure off of my struggle.
I was thirsty so I drank the water that was spraying me and I think it was laced with something. I started to really hallucinate and kept hearing deep laughter. I was in and out of consciousness when I saw it. I saw myself being slammed around and violated by 3 big black men and a couple of four legged beasts. They were beating a violating me so badly that I was watching this outside of my own body… like a dream…
I had to make a Roadside assistance call and got this Torture phone sex blog from it. That was quite an experience late on a Friday Night. I was caught in the rain with a blown out tire in the middle of nowhere. I got lost looking for a party. I was dressed like a stripper. It was the dead of night in the middle of a rain storm on a deserted hiway. What could possibly go wrong?
What happens when you are in a county with no night life and few residents. Little crime or need for a big PD. Well these police officers were far from looking out for my safety. These guys were so back woods they see a piece of ass they pounce on it with bird calls and all that shitiness. I was degraded like a low grade hooker. They forced me to my knees and pissing down my throat. They slapped me around and took part of Rape phone sex fantasies they have likely been harboring for decades. I was beat with the nightstick, tazed in the cunt as they fucked me. There were 4 pigs and one was a bitch calling all the shots.
She got off on seeing me beat and violated. She enjoyed poking and prodding at me with the tazer and her boot. She was fucking wet for pistol fucking me mostly. She and the guys pissed on me and left me in the pouring rain as they towed my car away.
Just before sunrise I felt hands on me while I was barely able to wake-up. I was unable to comprehend I was experiencing Home invasion phone sex. The prior night I had a date. Honestly I don’t remember much. I don’t think we left my apartment. He brought some stuff for martinis and made one for me. The next thing i know I am waking up to three large men in my apartment. The guy from my date didn’t appear to be there. I think I must have been tricked.
The night was completely erased from my memory. I was fuzzy, sore and I looked down to see my naked battered and bruised body. My face and mouth were so sore. When I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t move. I looked down and saw a lot of blood under and on me. Slowly as I started to wake up more, my holes were being violated still and I felt stinging pain in my ass and pussy. It seems I was being used all night while drugged up.
We all have a calling. For me it’s to be that Bimbo pain slut sadistic phone sex victim. I’m enthusiastic, excited, wet, and horny when I see a brawny sadistic male. I just want him to use me in every way possible. I want to be broken, and to be the whore that fuels his rape fantasies.
I am a complete fucking worthless piece of sweet fuck meat barbie ass whore for some lucky sadistic man. You can make me the bloodied up, cum covered, sliced up whore of your dreams if you want. You need to use me as you cum slut fuck doll. Slice me up, fuck my neck hole and I can call you daddy and beg you to use my decapitated head as your pleasure sleeve. I want that daddy. You can murder me and fuck me until my corpse rots.
His darkest fantasy rape for snuff sex plagued his mind. He wanted to ruin his bitch slut sister and I was the perfect victim. Fake, hot and a blonde too good for him bimbo. In his eyes all blondes are bimbos. My fake tits made me even more of a bimbo. He despised me and wanted me at the same time. He hooked up with me on a sugar daddy site. He wooed me because he needed to have me.
As a material girl I was way out of his league too. He took out a second mortgage on his condo just to pay the rate for me. Things he did just to get me to fulfill his need. He took out loan to lease a sports car and managed to afford a high end dinner of private catering on the roof of his condo. It was elegant and due to covid it was our own secluded little meal. I never expected that we would be so alone and so high above the city. His condo was a showplace and he had a temporary period of being the only one in the newly renovated warehouse building. We were completely alone.
He gave me a dress to put on and some heels and lingerie. It wasn’t new, and it had another woman’s perfume on it. Once I came out in it he called me by another woman’s name. I was Ursula. I played along. He said we would do something different. Something was in the champagne that made me feel funny. Last I recall he helped me to the bedroom. I was conscious but paralyzed. He shoved me down on the bed and violently violated me. His hands were big on my neck and I lost all consciousness. I was certainly due my destruction and I hope it was worth it for him.
I never thought I would be the main course in that way. It was cannibalism phone sex this pervert wanted. He said he wanted to eat my ass and I thought it was a little tame. I mean sometimes they just want some of me. I never thought I’d get roasted and eaten. I expected to get toasted but like you know drunk? He wanted to roast my ass like a side of beef and slice into it. He declined my tits because they were silicone. My fattiest part was my ass. He was drooling over it like I was a piece of meat a carnivore chooses to be prepared. Well I guess that is exactly what I was. He pumped my pussy with his cock and even fucked my ass. He slapped it around as he fucked me. I guess he was just tenderizing the made course. I was washed and douched with bouillon. He described that the bouillon makes the meat sometimes. Especially when it’s a little fatty and lean the flesh needs a good penetrating marinating of a thick oil. He said olive oil and rosemary will really make me a succulent dish. I was terrified as he had me on that cold steel table. He cut my implants out and stuffed my mouth with carrots and potatoes. He added herb bundles in my cunt and some sausage roll in my ass. I was stuffed oiled and slid into the oven. Bon Appetit.
It’s hot scene for a 2 girl phone sex call. Two slutty whorish blonde victims. You lured us separately and trapped us in a dungeon or basement. Our senses are distraught as it’s very dark and concrete here. We are being treated like some kind of caged animals and only given a bucket to use for toilet and a bowl of water each. We are chained with a collar. Our wrists and ankles are shackled. There’s a webcam in each corner of the cell. We are being recorded and watched.
We beg and plea to be let go. Please let us out! It’s been a few hours and the drugs you injected us with are wearing off. We are at opposite sides of the cell and can’t even reach one another. We chained beasts and have no idea what is expected of us. There are voices coming silently to each of us. Telling us that the other one is plotting against us. You are trying to turn us against one another. We start to try and claw at each other but we can’t. I know you are just watching and laughing as we try to destroy one another and are destroying ourselves in the process. My neck is being cut by the collar I try getting out of the wrist shackles breaking my wrist.
You come in and are laughing. You bring in five huge hung men and let them go at us. We are being beat and fucked into a merciless bloody mess. You make me think that Sierra had plotted this abduction and singled me out at the club for the accomplice phone sex scene. You did the same to Sierra telling her it was me who chose her. We are just the victims in your sick game. This is not going to end well for us, is it?
