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Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

killer phone sexHe had a killer phone sex fantasy. As a submissive whore, I love catering to your darkest desires and fantasies. He has long gotten hard at the idea of having a captive sex slave in his basement. He has a wife and brats. He lives the idyllic suburban life. Nice house, nice job, nice family. All that bores him; but his family, his community, would never understand his need to punish and subjugate women. He kidnapped me hitchhiking. In his mind, I was nothing more than a dirty blonde bimbo no one would miss. He tossed me into this dark and damp room. I was chained to a stake in the ground. There was no light, except for his flash light. He told me scream all I want, no one would hear me. This was some cellar beneath the basement no one in the family knew existed but him. I screamed, but he didn’t flinch. This was not the first time a woman had been held here. I was alone in the dark; I was cold, scared and hungry. I had no idea how long I had been on that concrete slab, chained up like a wild animal. He came downstairs with some food in a dog bowl. It was dog food. I could eat it or starve he said. I didn’t eat it. I was hopeful I could get away. He pulled his cock out and sodomized me for what felt like an eternity, then he left. I cried and screamed alone in the dark, but he was right. His family above had no idea that their perfect husband and father had a woman imprisoned below them. He came back a few more times and force fucked me some more. I had a pot to piss and shit in. Dog food to eat. He told me to be grateful I was still alive. No, this is not living. I hope I die.

Snuff Porn for Cash

snuff pornSnuff porn until Christmas. That is my fate. I need money for gifts and coke. My husband gave me money to Christmas shop, but I put it up my nose. Now, I have no more blow and no money to buy gifts or coke. A friend told me about auditions at this new underground seedy club. It is a place where men pay lots of money to do whatever they want to women. Torture, force fuck, bondage, toilet play… all the things most women won’t do. She needed money too, so my friend and I went together. The women waiting to get in were junkies and bimbos. Most of them looked rode hard put away wet. I am a coke whore, but I look classy, well at least compared to a strung-out heroin whore in need of a fix. There was a man deciding on who got in. The pay was $500 cash. When the guy got to us, he gave us a wad of cash and ushered us in. I guess we had the look he wanted. Once we were inside, we were on an auction block. Men bid on us. I went for $10,000. Suddenly, my little $500 felt like pocket change.  I could hear screams, smell blood and I heard what sounded like a chainsaw. This was like something straight out of a Hostel movie. I was either not going to live, or wish I was dead afterwards. The man who bought me, never spoke to me. I guess he didn’t want to personalize me. I had to think quick because I saw the hammer, big knives and other torture sex devices. I was not going to live. He started stabbing me. Swallow but painful jabs because he was unsure he wanted to kill me. He paid to snuff me, but in a moment of hesitation, I got away. I ran through a maze of dead women. I grabbed my friend and got the hell out. We were both bloody and bruised. It was a near death experience. Somehow, I think if you paid to torture me, you wouldn’t hesitate.

Great Sadist!!

Torture sex I was at the club and bored as all fucking hell into this hot looking man walked up to me and sat down. He said he had been watching me for a while now and he has heard all the nasty kinky stories about me being a pain fucking slut. He continued to tell me what type of sadist he is and he thinks that us two could have a great fucking time together. So I followed that fucker back to his house like a horny dog in heat. I thought I would have a moment before we got started but to my delight, he punched me right in the face before I was all the way thru his door.

Taboo Phone Sex Whore and Bad Bitch

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex whore, I need to be ready for anything. The men in my life are unpredictable. They love to hurt me, abuse me, and force fuck me. I have been double dipping in masters. I have an evening master and a day master. I thought I was sly and could get away with it. It all blew up in my face this weekend. I got busted. One master was at my house when the other made a surprise visit. They weren’t mad at each other, they were mad at the lying skank, which was me. I tried to smooth talk my way out of it saying I am a worthless whore who always needs two men to keep me in line. They ganged up on me. I was tossed into my basement where most of the hardcore BDSM equipment is kept. I was kicked, whipped, spit on and fucked. Did I mention it was for hours? They went Clockwork Orange on me and kicked me like a soccer ball. I was bloodied and bruised when the fucking starting. My eyes were swollen shut. “Not so pretty now are you whore,” one of them yelled at me as he slapped my face hard. They watch way too much ass rape porn because they were sodomizing me with both their cocks at the same time. My asshole tore, and I could feel hot sticky blood dripping down my ass. They left me tied up all weekend. When they returned yesterday to release me, they double penetrated my ass again. I’m still prolapsed and sore, but ready to serve you master.

Blood for snack

Teen rape porn   I skipped school today so I could roleplay some rape scene with my boyfriend. I had to break into my window so that we could get in my house. I lost my key. My boyfriend threw me through the window. I cut my heels and hands. He sucked every blood out of that came out. He ripped my clothes and tied my wrists. I love the way he controls my body and makes it his. Being a submissive little cum slut is my favorite part of the day when we are with each other. He stole my heart by taking my ass hole whenever he needs it. My cunt was dripping after he bit me and made me bleed. Begging for air after he turns me over just makes me more and wetter. My love for blood will never end or violence.

Christmas Castration Phone Sex Season

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Christmas has begun. The weekend after Thanksgiving, I begin my once a day Castration ritual. It is my way of giving back to society. My special brand of charity helps prevent fucktards from reproducing and in the Me Too era, it empowers women because I am castrating sexual predators too. Don’t know how to use your testicles? Well, then you should not have them. I traveled to another city over the weekend to stalk Damien. Seems he has been living up to his name. He is a privileged college boy who likes to drug coeds then assault them. My guess is his daddy’s money and high-powered lawyer has kept him out of prison even though there have been 12 complaints about the bastard. I decided he needed a charity castration. Neither the law nor the school is going to protect the coeds, so I took matters into my own hands.

I dressed less threatening to lure him. We met at a bar, he spiked my drink when he thought I was not looking, but I am smarter than him and I switched our drinks. He was shocked to wake up tied up naked to my hotel bed. I listed his offenses, gave him a chance to rebut but the little prick was unrepentant.  If he had a least shown some remorse or made up a fake apology, I would have used a castration band and a clean blade. He was a piece of shit, so he was treated worse than cattle. I didn’t even let him do a shot of whiskey. I just used the jagged, rusty blade to chop off his balls. He bled like a stuck pig and cried like a little bitch. I just smiled as I looked at him bleeding out. “Apologize now prick and I will cauterize the wound,” I seethed. Now, I got a fake ass apology, but it saved his life. I took the bottom of a hot pan and sealed the wound. He won’t force his cock inside anyone ever again. Fuck, he won’t have a hard-on ever again. Damien gave me my first set of holiday balls.

Bloody Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is seldom uneventful with me. When I agree to fetish modeling shoots it is not with reputable photographers. I am a coke whore. That leads me to poor decisions with bad men. When Antonio tied me up and hung me from a beam for the photo shoot, I wasn’t thinking about anything other the money I was making for coke. Once he cut the bottom of my feet and let them drip blood on his cock, I knew I was in trouble once again. I was strung up with my legs restrained and pulled to the sides. He fucked me in the position with his bloodied dick. My own blood was used as lube for him to force fuck my pussy. I was screaming for him to stop, but while his dick was still in my cunt, he stuck a knife in my ass. I let out a blood curdling scream as I felt the sharp blade penetrate my anus. It was cutting through my anal wall. He just laughed and called me a dumb coke whore. My blood was dripping on the floor I was suspended above from both my ass and the soles of my feet. He started slashing my boobs too. My blood was running down my stomach and legs, dripping all over the floor. He just kept fucking me and reminding me of all the coke I would soon have. Although I wanted to get high so badly, all I could think about was if I was going to survive long enough to get high.

Ass Rape Date

It is so strange to me how such a sweet date could end in me getting ass raped in a sleazy motel. I thought that we could really be a great couple, but he just wanted to use and abuse me like everyone else. I was on an online dating site for a while because I knew I couldn’t trust any of the men around me, so I thought maybe I could meet someone nice online. We were talking everyday for a few months, and I felt like we really connected. He wanted to take me out to dinner in a little town right near where I live, and I was so eager to say yes. I was so excited for the date! I met him at the restaurant, and we laughed and had a great time. I am still not of legal drinking age so I declined the fancy wine he offered, but he seemed really pissed when I did. He started get snippy and aggressive toward me, so I figured if I drank the wine he would be nicer. I was right he went back to being how he was before. However, I started feeling light and dizzy. I have drank before, and I know for a fact that I am not that much of a light weight. By the time I realized I had been drugged, I was in a motel room being filmed. He cut off my shirt, and told me to smile at the camera. My head was spinning, and I was terrified, so I did what I was told. He told me to take off my bra to show the camera my big beautiful tits. The made me press my hands against the headboard and he handcuffed them there. That way the camera had a nice view of my ass. He cut off my remaining clothes, and forced his cock into my tight little teen ass. That’s the last date I will ever go on.


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Extreme Fetish Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexIt was raining last night. I was on an old dark road. I got lost coming home from a party at a friend’s house.  My car skidded off the road. I hit my head. I got confused and foggy. A stranger helped me, but I passed out. I woke up in a strange house. I had on different clothes. I went to ask where I was and what happened, but my lips would not open. They were sealed shut. I thought they were glued, but he showed me in a mirror. I screamed but no sound came out. He stitched my lips shut. He said he was turning me into a doll, a life-sized sex doll. As my memory came back, I realized I didn’t have an accident. He ran me off the road. He tied my arms above my head. This was extreme bondage phone sex. I was restrained and mute. I knew he couldn’t skull fuck me, but he made use of my other holes. One hole was his favorite. It wasn’t my ass or my pussy. It was my pee hole. It hurt like a bitch. Never have I had anything so large crammed down my pee hole. My urethra was not made for a ten-inch cock. No one’s urethra is made for that. I was crying, ugly crying from the pain. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I couldn’t plead with words, so I tried to plead with my eyes and my body. He was in no hurry to let me go. He poured his Jack Daniels down my pee hole because he didn’t want any germs from a disease ridden skank whore. That is what he said as he force fucked my pee hole, the tiniest hole on my body. I was hoping he would kill me, but he knocked me out and dropped me off at the local hospital. I woke up in a hospital this morning pretty banged up. I was drugged, but I know what happened to me wasn’t a dream. I was peeing blood as proof.

KIller Phone Sex Holiday Of Hell Bent Fun

So I have had a bit of a beef with Thanksgiving, fuck it I hate it! So I love the idea of doing a mad home invasion bit and making some young couple celebrating alone.. the two of them into a messy fuckfest of a Holiday Snuff Horror Porn. I will make this dumb annoying foreign cunt that has some bitch American boyfriend she is with… oh she carried on how he was going to make sure she got to experience the American Holiday and all that shit… but with the two of them only.

Well, I love surprises and will surprise them and make her watch as I fuck her useless boyfriend and take the electric knife to his cock… show her how to really carve a piece of meat. I want her screaming and will shove his skinned balls in her throat and explain how stuffing the meat when it’s fresh is best. She will be gagging and putting up a struggle as she will be bound to a chair the whole time and I will duct take his balls into her annoying mouth. Next I will shove my fist up her snatch and yank out her fucking ovaries and then continue to fist all the cranberry sauce into her bloody hole. I want nothing more than to present both on platters hogtied with a fake tit of hers in each of their mouths to my biker friends to gangbang before dinner gets cold.

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