Like any other girl, I love being treated and pampered. So, when he picked me up off the side of the road out of the rain, and offered me a spa treatment and to have my nails done, I was all too happy to take him up on it. He did treat me to the spa, got my nails done, even let a stylist fix my hair up. When we got that all finished, though, and were back on the road, he started hinting at my repaying him for his kindnesses. I thought about cutting my losses and just booking, but he seemed to realize what was on my mind. He grabbed my arm and pulled off to the side of the road. He drug me to the back of his suv and opened the hatch, grabbing rope from back there. He tied my hands together, then bent me over and hog-tied me. He lifted me up and tossed me into the back of his suv before getting back in and driving again. When he finally got us to where we were going, he lifted me out of the back of his car and carried me inside a decent-looking house. He cut my clothes off of me, and then left me on the floor, still hog-tied.
When he came back in, he was naked, and he flipped me up onto my hands and knees, as best he could arrange me, and started stuffing his massive cock into my ass. He pounded my ass raw, scuffing up my knees and shoulder in the process. By the time he finished with me, my nails were perfect, my skin was red in areas, my ass was chafing, and I was full of cum. He dropped a very naked me, and all my belongings, on the side of the road not far from where he’d picked me up.
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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies of Kidnapping
Bondage Phone Sex is Not Always Tame
Bondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead. In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit. I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation. This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.
When I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms. Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…
My Man’s Debt
My man owed his drug dealer a lot of money, so he gave me to him instead. This isn’t the first time he’s used me like currency. When he gives me away I know I have to be a good girl and obey. His dealer likes to be cruel. He makes me wear a leash and beats me for the tiniest mistakes. He has a girlfriend and she’s just as cruel; she’ll make me lick the soles of her feet and eat her pussy for hours. They think it’s funny to fuck me with odd objects like bottles and cucumbers. When I’m hungry they make me eat my meals off of the floor. And I better address them as Master and Mistress or that’s just another reason to beat me. I love my man, and I don’t see any way out of these horrible situations. I pray everyday for the strength to leave.
Fantasy Phone Sex with a BIG Twist!
He got us out deep into the middle of nowhere & he pulled off the road. He undid his seat belt and slipped between the seats to the back, grabbing my hair and pulling me behind him. He pulled the blanket off her, and I could see that she was completely naked. He told me that if I didn’t do exactly what I said, without hesitation, then he’d take his gun or his knife and do even nastier things to her than he’d have me do. He made me pick her up and stroke her tiny little cunt, rubbing my fingers over her clit and dipping them gently into her. She was crying so hard by that point, but he made me lift her around my throat and hold her cunt to my face. He stood so close watching as my tongue worked around and over and inside of her little cunt, even as she struggled to get away from me. Then, he made me put on a strap-on, told me to fuck her. I hesitated and he took his knife out and slid it agonizingly slowly down her arm, cutting her open. She screamed and cried harder, and I put that strap on on so quickly that he stopped. I lifted her little legs until her hips were tilted up enough for me to slide that big dick into that tight little cunt. I tried so hard not to hurt her, I spit on the dick, I spit on her cunt, and I worked it in slowly, but I guess he got impatient. He kicked me in the ass, thrusting me hard into her as I almost fell on top of her. She was screaming again, and I could see blood coming from her cunt. I could hear him starting to jack off just behind and to the side of me as he yelled for me to just fuck her already. I started thrusting my hips in and out of her over and over, my heart breaking, tears flowing down my cheeks, with every thrust. Finally, I heard him cum, and felt the jizz land all over my bare backside.
Strangulation Phone Sex Fun
Strangulation phone sex? I know, you wonder how that works. A couple ways actually. I love to choke myself. I practice erotic autoerotic asphyxiation. I have an array of scarves I can use around my neck, even a few belts. I know how to choke myself. Of course I prefer you to strangle me. I have this guy who enjoys throttling my throat as I give him head. I masturbated with him. Sometimes I cum right before I pass out. I go to clubs where I can practice autoerotic asphyxiation to hone my craft. But I digress. I just wanted you to understand that I take strangle fantasies seriously. The other way this works is with roleplay phone sex. I love fantasy calls that result in my dismemberment even death. Why? Because I am a twisted girl with very dark desires. Strangulation phone calls really get me off because I can practice auto erotic asphyxiation while we fantasize about your hands around my neck. I can be your cheating whore woman. I can be the chick that dissed you. I can be the submissive whore that I am. The girls on this site are here for your taboo phone needs. Nothing too extreme or taboo for me; but if you call me for a strangle fantasy, know that I will be wrapping a pretty silk scarf around my neck and rubbing my clit.
Stranger in the Basement
My drug addicted boyfriend gave me to a stranger last week. The stranger paid my man $200 to keep me for two days. He told my man to blindfold me so that I wouldn’t know where I was being held. Once there the nightmare began, the stranger was truly sadistic. He had a dungeon in his basement, and he chained me against the wall. My arms were spread apart high above my head, with may legs chained and spread apart. He kept me blindfolded so I wouldn’t be able to identify his face. I’ve never been so afraid, my body shook with terror. He called me his “little nigger bitch”. He told me no one would care if I disappeared. He beat me with a belt and burned my inner thighs with cigarettes. He punched and pinched my nipples, the pain was unbearable. I cried out in pain, but that only turned him on even more. He never fed me or offered me water. I thought I would die. Being blindfolded I could never tell what he would do next. I was there to be his personal punching bag and nothing more. When he wrapped the belt around my neck and pulled until it tighten I thought I would die in that dark basement. He choked me over and over again, I went in and out of consciousness. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. I cried out for God, but He never came.
Kidnapping phone sex the abduction
Woken up by a noise, now I can’t get back to sleep. I felt uneasy and I didn’t know why until a hood was put over my head, and it felt like a zip tie was tightened around my neck. Then I was dragged, by two of them. I don’t know if they were men or women I just know I was scared. What would they want with me?
It felt as though I was thrown into the back of a van. The ride was bumpy and the metal floor of the vehicle was cold and poking my skin. I was shivering from fear and the chill. I heard the passenger say he was going to take care of me, and I felt him sit next to me. I could smell something and that is the last thing I remember.
I wake up and I am on a table like a gynecologists exam table, my ankles, legs, waist, hands arms and neck were all strapped down to this table. I couldn’t move. A blurry image started walking toward me, and I hear his voice. “You are now the sex slave of Mine. You will call me Sire, Sir, Master or Master Roman. Nod if you understand.” I nod and tear began to roll down my cheek. “That will not be the only tear you shed slut, you will be used and used up until I am done with you. That could be weeks, months maybe years. It all depends on your service.”
“Today will be simple. I am going to open your pussy lips so you understand what stretching will be.” He clamps a plastic tipped metal clamp hanger to my pussy lips and pulls them apart. The clamps are so painful I scream. He stands up and gives me a concerned look and puts a gag in my mouth that makes my jaw open as far as it can. “Now try to scream.” He said laughing.
Next post…the first days of my sexual torture.
ass rape porn
I’m laying in my bed when someone comes into the room. I look up to see the baseball bat swing across my face. It hurt like a bitch. He grabbed me and positioned me to were my ass was sticking up. He took the baseball bat and shoved it deep Into my ass. I screamed out in pain. My head was throbbing, I couldn’t see who it was. He kept pounding that bat into my ass as he shoved his massive veiny cock Into my soaking wet cunt. He pounded my tight ass hole with force. I begged him to stop. His cock was so big my fuck hole wanted more and more. Tears poured out of my eyes as my tight bald pussy deceived me and my juices pour out around his massive prick. The bat tears at my loosened ass. I beg him to stop once more. Cry profusely I beg him to cum in my dirty who’re mouth. I tell him how I want to taste that delicious cum. He stops and lays Me on my back. He lays my head off the bed and shoves his huge throbbing cock deep into my throat. I cant breath as he shoves it inside the back of my soaking wet mouth. His cock begins to pulsates as his thick white cream squirts into the back of my throat. I choke on it. He hits me over the head with the bat again. This time I black out .
torture sex
Master lays me on the table where I just murdered the girl. Her blood is still fresh as it sticks to my body. I thought I had pleased master. Maybe I did who knows. He uses the pussy spreader on my tight wet cunt. I wince in pain. He cuts my stomach with the dirty blade I just used. The cuts hurt but, they are not deep enough to kill me. He gets up on the table. As he shoves his massive hard shaft into my exposed cunt hole, I moan out. Partly from pleasure and partly from pain. His huge vein cock stabs my soaking pussy hard. He takes a clothespin to my clit. I scream as it clamps down. He fucks my sloppy cunt harder. I scream louder. I rub some of the blood from the dead girl on my hands and hold onto masters chest. The blood smears all over the front of him. He thrusts into me harder. He rams into my little fuck hole over and over before releasing his white cream deep into me. My cunt responds my clenching around his massive throbbing shaft. My juices pour out of my soaking wet fuck hole. Master leaves me laying on the table. I hope he doesn’t kill me.
Taboo Phone Sex Whore
I am a taboo phone sex whore. That means I am submissive with no limits. Since I am a druggy slut too, I will do anything for drugs or for money to buy them. My dealer cuts me off frequently until I can cough up some cash. He says my pussy is too loose to satisfy him, so no more drugs for pussy; at least not a well used pussy. That is a whore problem. I do my Kegel exercises, but I am a fisting and gangbang whore. I am surprised my uterus has not fallen out yet. My husband cut me off, so I got creative. I am resourceful that’s for sure. There are always “model” jobs in the Back Pages. I answered one for lesbian porn. That sounded like cake walk compared to what I have done in the past. I should have known better. My luck never goes that way. It was lesbian torture porn. Two dominant women abused the fuck out of me and another “worthless cunt.” I just took the money and endured the pain. Women are actually crueler than men when it comes to torture. It began with me and this other desperate chick being tied up back to back of each other. The bitches in charge made us eat their assholes as they farted in our faces. They were enjoying our humiliation. I could taste shit. I don’t consider myself a shit eater, but that night I was one. She actually took a dump in my mouth and forced me to swallow it. While I was gagging to swallow her shit pie, her friend took a cattle prod to my asshole. I shit myself. Of course I had to clean up my mess like a good puppy. Our holes got violated with taser guns. No porn was being made either. We weren’t models. We were torture slaves for the enjoyment of a couple bitches in charge. I got my money to score some blow, but I won’t be shitting right for days.














