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The Joys Of Observing Torture Sex

torture sex angieI stopped in my tracks and was on full alert.

Not moving a muscle I listened.

I know I heard it.

There it is again.

Muffled.

Clearly the sound of a cry that is being muffled by a hand or gag. The sound is unmistakable.

My panties are getting wet and I follow the sound. Stopping every now and then to make sure it is getting closer.

Peering through the branches I see him.

Smiling.

Eyes glowing with evil satisfaction.

Under him lay a body.

Young

Naked

Beaten

Bloody

His dick is standing at attention facing her.

Bouncing happily.

Pre-cum covering the tip.

Covered in her blood.

Silently I watch as he administers his own special brand of hell. Savage torture sex for her. Erotic, powerful pleasure for him.

Masturbating to the scene before me, I am aroused vicariously through him and he doesn’t even know I am there.

Finally he tires of her and leaves her there.

Bound

Broken

Barely breathing

Her eyes fill with tears and the hope is evident when she sees me emerge from the trees. She feeds the twisted fire with in my soul with her optimism.

I walk towards her and gently run my hands over her tattered flesh. Her blood is thick and beginning to congeal in places.

My cunt is pulsating.

I can’t resist any longer.

I pull my pants off  while removing the dirty towel from her mouth I replace it with my cum soaked panties.

I begin to rub my wet pussy hard against her bloody, swollen and bruised cunt.

I hold the knife to my tongue feeling the sharp tip of the blade waiting for the explosion that is near.

As my orgasm grows closer so does her end.

I will feel her body spasm as she takes her last breath under me, my cum flowing onto her flesh as life leaves her body.

A Day in the Park: Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesMy callers love to hear me share my rape phone sex fantasies. All women have them, right? It is just not considered politically correct to admit you have rape fantasies. I told this one caller months ago that one of my rape fantasies was to be taken spending the day in the park. Coincidentally, I spent Saturday at the park by myself. Honestly, I was not thinking of being gang banged or anything like that. I was just hiking in a nearby national park. Getting high, while up high on the mountains. I was not paying attention to my surroundings as usual and before I realized I was in danger, several men rushed me. I almost fell backwards into the gorge. I was saved only to be tied up by mountain climbing rope and suspended to a tree. At first, they just taunted me calling me names like stupid whore.  Then the torment escalated. They hit me with sticks and threw rocks at me like I was a piñata. I screamed for help, but none came. A rock hit me in the head. Blood started running down my face like I was in some horror movie. Talk about a wrong turn. I was in a secluded part of the park not marked by trails. I had no cell service. The men left me bleeding hanging from a tree.

bondage phone sex A single hiker came by what felt like hours later. I was so excited to be rescued. He was not exactly the rescuing type. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He cut me down with a knife, left me tied up and force fucked me. My mouth, my ass and my pussy were all up for grabs with him. He never spoke once to me. Just grunted like a wild animal as he shoved his cock in my fuck holes. I was violated twice in the middle of God’s country. Finally, a park ranger rescued me, but because drugs were found in my system, no one believed my story. They thought I got high and fell down a hill. When I got back to my house, my caller I shared my day in the park rape fantasy with called me to see how I was healing up. I will never know which one he was.

Save me Daddy

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It was their plan all along to get me in to the bathroom and rob me. I start digging around in my purse to grab the goods when out of nowhere one of these fucking assholes grabs my hair and smashes my head against the sink. Disoriented and confused, I flailed wildly at the guy. I then felt a sharp pain in my side. I soon realized the other guy l was punching me. The first guy, smashed my head against the sink again and everything went dark.
I woke up and everything was dark. I realized my hands were zip-tied together, and I was in the trunk of a car. I had no idea what time it was, or where I was. The car came to a stop. After a few minutes I heard some muffled noises and what sounded like another car pull up. I hear the guys start yelling at someone. Shrieks begin to drown out scuffling sounds as, what I assume, is someone beating up the guys. All I can think about this whole time is Daddy. Please Daddy, I need you. They are taking your fuck toy away! 

Getting Out of Control

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I woke up to my feet being bound together and my hands tied to the bed posts. With my husband standing over me, kitchen knife in his hand. I begged and pleaded to be untied but the more I screamed the worse it became. He took the knife and pressed it so hard against my neck that it actually began to cut me, enough to make blood drip down my neck. I could feel it beginning to pool up underneath me. This was further than he had even taken things before and I knew I was in trouble. He started to run the knife along the side of my body. Not pushing hard enough to draw blood but enough to make me tremble and urinate all over myself and the bed. He took his other hand and spread my pussy apart not being easy or gentle whatsoever he rammed his fist up into my dry cunt. I felt my pussy hole tear and I knew he had done some damage. I was in such fear for my life that I must have passed out. I woke up lying in my own piss and blood. I know if I don’t escape soon he is going to go too far one day.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with a Party Whore

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are a party girl’s best friend. I have been known to get wicked high and beg men to fuck my ass like a porn star. I have also pleaded with guys to gang bang me, even hurt me when I am partying.  Being a drugged out party mom is dangerous. Especially, when you do not know who you are partying with. I thought I was safe at a frat party over the weekend.  I was not some naive coed. I knew that cock teasing frat boys would get me in trouble. Trouble is what I wanted. All fucked up, I want to be a gangbang whore. I got more than I bargained for with those brothers. It started off as your typical whore gone wild scenario. I was doing lines of coke off of frat boy cock and chugging on bourbon. My drinks were roofied. Normally, I can handle my party supplies. I lost a big chunk of time. I woke up tied to the bed post in a frat boy’s room. The line of men was out the door, down the stairs and out onto the lawn. Guys were not fucking with their dicks, however. They were sodomizing my ass with their fists. Some geeky frat boy was filming my ass rape porn. For such young boys, they were quite misogynistic. College rings on, twisting their fists into my ass until it bled and prolapsed. After literally 100s of boys fisted my ass, many of them came on me, laughing while they blew their loads on my broken body. I was left tied to the bed over night. I passed out, woke up with party whore written on my body and cum matted all over me. I guess I need to be more careful who decide to party with.

Snuff Sex Whore

snuff sexSnuff sex was not on my to do list that day. I was walking through a local park listening to music when something hard hit me in the back of the head. I fell to the ground. When I touched the back of my head, it came back bloody. A rock had been tossed at my head. I suspected on purpose. My eyes were blurry. I felt dazed and confused. I felt a hand around my mouth.  I was drugged with something because the next thing I knew, I was tied up naked in a damp, dark basement. I screamed for help. It seemed futile. I could hear no outside noises. There were no windows. I couldn’t even hear sounds above me. “Where the fuck am I,” I asked myself? Then a shadowy figure shined a bright light in my face. As it got closer to me, I realized I knew who it was. He was the neighbor boy. An odd, quiet teen. I always thought he was slow or something. He spit in my face. “See me now whore,” he stuttered.  He went off on a tirade about me being a cock teasing whore. He picked up a baseball bat. I was defenseless, scared, shaking… I tried to reason with him; plead with him to let me go. Even promised to fuck him if he let me go. He had to still be a virgin. “I will take what I want from a stupid whore,” he retorted. Just then he shoved the baseball bat up my ass. After a few minutes of anal torture, he pulled out the bloody, shit covered bat and made me lick it clean. I never saw what came next. A blow so hard to the head, it cracked my skull. Pretty sure my brains were leaking out. His voice got fainter with subsequent blows. Soon it was cold and everything went dark.

A Day In The Park

Bondage phone sexThis wasn’t because he owed anybody money. This was just because Daddy wanted to watch me get fucked and abused by a bunch of strangers. He put me in a cute nightie and took me out to a quiet area of the local park. He used heavy rope to bind me around my waist to a tree. He spread my legs and tied them as well, using tent stakes to secure them. He put a gag in my mouth so I could not make much noise. There was a path from the main area of the park leading to where I was. He had placed signs along the way advertising a whore for the using. He then waited behind another tree and watched. He watched as man after man approached me, fucking me mercilessly in whatever hole they chose. I was fucked hard in the throat, pussy, and ass. I lost count after the 20th man had used my body and cum in one hole or the other. My body was a literal cum dumpster overfilled at every opening. This was for Daddy’s pleasure, but I must admit, I came multiple times. The thrill of being used as a nameless, worthless whore overcame my fear and all other feelings. At that moment I lived for nothing but being filled by cock. Then another man approached. He exclaimed over what a mess I was and how I was repulsive to his sight. He then removed his belt and used it to spank my tits, pussy, lower legs, and any other body part the belt would touch. He found a large stick. It was almost large enough to be considered a limb and he placed it in me, fucking my poor pussy until it was bloody, raw, and full of splinters. He told me this was how worthless whores should be treated. Then he shoved his cock down my throat deep making me gag over and over until he unloaded his spunk down my sore raw throat.

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I guess they saw me make my exchange and it was their plan all along to get me in to the bathroom and rob me. I start digging around in my purse to grab the goods when out of nowhere one of these little bitches grabs my hair and smashes my head against the sink. Disoriented and confused, I flailed wildly at the girl. I then felt a sharp pain in my side. I soon realized the other girl was punching me. The first girl, the redhead, smashed my head against the sink again and everything went dark.
I woke up and everything was dark. I realized my hands were zip-tied together, and I was in the trunk of a car. I had no idea what time it was, or where I was. The car came to a stop. After a few minutes I heard some muffled noises and what sounded like another car pull up. I hear the girls start yelling at someone. Shrieks begin to drown out scuffling sounds as, what I assume, is someone beating up the girls. All I can think about this whole time is Daddy. Please Daddy, I need you.

Ass Rape Porn Biker Bar

ass rape pornAss rape porn was last call for me Saturday night at this dive bar. I went in looking to score some coke.  Biker bar. Pretty rough crowd, but the rumor is you can get whatever drug of choice you want there. I owe a ton of money to my dealer, so I needed to buy somewhere else this time. I walked in wearing a short mini skirt, high heels and a tight top with no bra. I was down to fuck for my coke. The moment I walked in, all eyes were on me like vultures in need of fresh meat. I saw no women at this biker bar. Redneck music was blaring on the juke box. I had second thoughts, but no way I could make a hasty exit without serious ramifications for me. I sat at the bar, ordered a beer. The bartender looked at me curiously and asked me point blank, “What are you looking to score missy?” I inquired if it was that obvious. He just chuckled and introduced me to Clyde who was not as friendly. He patted me down like he didn’t think I was there to score. He thought I was wearing a wire. He said I had to strip naked. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I was starting to jones pretty bad. One guy said my ass needed inspected to make sure I was not hiding a wire in my shit hole. Clyde shoved a beer bottle up my ass to check it out. Another guy yelled for him to check my cunt too. Another bottle was shoved up my pussy. He double penetrated me with two dirty beer bottles while the rest of the bar jacked their cocks on me. Once they deemed I was not hiding a wire, I was gang banged on the bar. Tied down and force fucked in the ass by cocks and various bottles. Hours went by. I was sodomized relentlessly. My ass was prolapsed and bleeding. Whore was carved in my ass with a pocket knife. Eventually it was last call. I thought that meant for alcohol. It just meant one last call to force fuck the MILF in a biker bar looking to score blow.

Accomplice Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are a submissive whore’s bread and butter. I hook up with men all the time who want to role play a rape fantasy. I am the perfect MILF for such dark fantasies. I never fight unless that turns my partner on more. I never say something is too dark. Plus, you get me high, I may go places you couldn’t even dream up. Jon was a young guy I met at a fetish club a few weeks ago. He had a lot of anger towards his mother for rebuffing his advances for years. His fantasy was to force fuck mommy in a degrading way. He liked the idea of a stranger rape fantasy. He wanted mommy to never see it coming. At first, I thought he wanted me to pretend to be mommy so he could force fuck me by surprise. Actually, he wanted me to be his accomplice. He wanted my assistance in getting his mother assaulted. I rarely get the chance to be an accomplice, so I jump at it every chance I get. My role was simple. Become friends with his mother and lure her out one night. I started taking yoga with her, and after a couple weeks we decided to go out on the town. I just didn’t realize I was not the only accomplice. A hot young stud was buying us drinks all night, but the last drink was laced with something that knocked us both out. We woke up in some bleak room, bound, naked and gagged. Men with masks entered the room. They did unspeakable things to our bodies. I was not sure if this was part of his fantasy or if I had gotten mixed up with different predators. No one sounded familiar. They pissed in our faces. Slapped us bloody. Sodomized us with broken beer bottles. Burned us with cigars. Shot us up with heroin so we didn’t realize what was really being done to us until it was too late. Forced us to eat shit. Carved whore on our foreheads. We woke up, I am not sure how much later, with broken bones and gaping cuts, cum leaking out of our asses and cunts. She called her son for help. When he arrived, I had no clue who he was. He was clearly not the man I met in the club. I apparently helped some random man force fuck and torture her and myself.