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Trafficked for Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesIt was the biggest fuck sex party in town. The kind of party where rape phone sex fantasies and more come to life. As soon as I walked into the house, he grabbed me with a forceful grip and pushed me to my knees, his thick, dripping cock forced into my mouth without warning.

“Suck it, nigga witch cunt!” he growled. Little did he know, I possessed a power that he could never imagine. With a defiant strength, I took him deep into my mouth, swallowing him whole and tight until he burst his cream down my throat in a matter of seconds.

“F-fuck, nigga witch whore, how did you do that?” He picked me up as if I were nothing but a party favor and carried me outside to the poolside where a group of men awaited.

“The nigga witch cunt you ordered has arrived and will be served near the poolside,” he announced. And with that, the men began to tear at my clothes, tying me to a pole as they circled.

They took me in every way imaginable, using me as a vessel of their cuntholder fantasies. One after another, they claimed a part of me for themselves, ripping my flesh and feeding on my blood as if I were nothing but a mere feast to be devoured. I hung limp from the pole, covered in blood and cum.

I could hear his voice command them to continue, to cut me down and fuck me some more. And as I lay there, I knew that the darkness of that party would never truly fade away, haunting me for eternity. It was a night filled with horror fucking and feasting, a night that would forever be etched into my memory as the moment when my worst nightmares became a reality. “You know I will never let you go. Put this whore on a plane to the next party.” Was the last thing I remember.

Rape Fantasies Phone Sex Get Hard and Hot With Rena

As a woman, rape phone sex fantasies turn me on like no other. One where I was helplessly tied up, my wrists and ankles bound tightly to the bedposts is my favorite. The feeling of vulnerability was overwhelming as I waited for my torment to begin. Suddenly, a cold, hard object was pressed against my tight anus, and before I could protest, it was forcefully pushed inside. I gasped in pain and surprise, feeling the intruder stretch my sensitive opening. It was followed by another object, this time pushing against my sphincter-tight pussy. I whimpered into my gag, the rough fabric of my panties muffling my cries.

rape phone sex fantasiesme gag on it as I struggled against the bindings. I tasted the metallic tang of blood mixed with his seed, and it only served to remind me of my helplessness. He pulled out and roughly shoved his cock into my ass, filling me up once more. I felt violated and used, but there was no escape from his grasp.

The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin on skin and grunts of pleasure as he took me roughly from behind. He was relentless, pushing me to the point of breaking. My body ached from the abuse, but he showed no signs of stopping. He brought in more men, and they too took turns using my holes as they pleased. I was nothing more than a fleshlight for their twisted pleasure.

As the night wore on, the pain became unbearable. My body was covered in bruises and cuts, and I could feel myself losing consciousness. But even in my hazy state, I could still feel the cocks thrusting in and out of my holes, filling me up with their seed. It was a sickening display of dominance and control, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

In the end, I didn’t even have the strength to scream as my life slipped away. My body was left battered and broken, a testament to the cruelty of Dominic and his twisted desires.

Cannibalism phone sex makes you crave my sweet flesh

Cannibalism phone sex makes you crave my sweet flesh!  As I lay here, bound and gagged, my mind races with thoughts of depravity and desire. The cameras start rolling, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. My heart races as I hear the dirty talk and blasphemy from my co-stars. Their words ignite a fire within me, and I can feel my pussy becoming wetter with each vulgar utterance.

Cannibalism phone sex I am here to please, to be used and abused in the most explicit ways possible. My body is on display, but it’s my mind that truly craves the attention. I want to be devoured, to be consumed by their desires.

The  Blasphemy sex is rough, and I scream out  as they take me in every way possible. I am theirs to use, to play with, to break. I want to be consumed, to be devoured by their lust. I want to be their ultimate fantasy, their ultimate release. My body is on display, but it’s my mind that truly craves the attention. The depravity, the vulgarity, it all feeds my desires.

As the scene comes to a close, I am left breathless and satisfied. My body is covered in sweat and bruises, but it’s my mind that truly feels alive. I have been used, abused, and devoured, and I can’t wait to do it all over again.

So, as you read this, I dare you to indulge in your own fantasies. Don’t be afraid to explore the taboo, the vulgar, the explicit. It’s in those moments that we truly feel alive. And who knows, you may just find yourself craving something a little more…submissive.

As for me, I’ll be here, ready and willing to be devoured once again.

 

Cora’s Sacred Torture: A Blasphemous Whore

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Hello, perverts! You know who it is—Cora, the blasphemous vixen, about to embark on a wild religious ride. Get ready for some sacred torture and a whole lot of squirt! I’m bound and gagged, a plaything for these kinky priests. They think they can control me, but I’m their wild card. The altar’s cold against my skin, but the sensation only adds to the fun. Their hands explore, tying me up in knots, while their whispers fill my ears. 

They think they’re holy, but their true nature’s about to unfold. A kinky ritual awaits, and I’m the star attraction. The torture begins, a symphony of moans and whimpers. Their touch is like a flame on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I squirm, desperate for release, but they deny me. The edge they provide, a delicious torture. My juices flow, a sacred offering to their perverted gods. 

The priests take turns, each more sadistic than the last. Cora’s body is their canvas, and they paint it with depravity. But the art isn’t over yet. They unleash the ultimate bliss, a high-powered vibrator that makes me see stars. My body convulses, cumming hard. The squirts flow like a river, soaking the altar below. The priests lap it up, a sacred communion. I’m in a religious trance, a sinner in ecstasy. Cora’s found her true calling—a blasphemous mess for the gods. 

You wish you could witness such sacred debauchery, don’t you? Too bad, you’re just a mere mortal! 

Talk to you soon fuckers!

You’re the freaky mortician in town.

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Sex with dead bodies. You’re the new mortician in town. Handling dead bodies that come in from all kinds of deaths. Bodies that have been shot, burned, cut, car accidents, or elderly you’re the man. The desire was overwhelming and you can’t control the urge to use them. Before you became a mortician you would dig up bodies in cemeteries and fuck them, play with their snatch’s. Even if they were just bones. The cold cunts and deathly looking titty’s made your cock throb .

A young lady was hit by a car and there lye her naked dead body on the table. It’s your job to dress her up for her funeral. Put makeup on her as well as a dress. Her neck is barely hanging on and her guts are hanging out. Her flesh was still dripping and her eyes open. As she gazes straight at you with her broken neck you get on top and slip your dick deep up her snatch. It’s cold and your balls are covered in blood. You pound that dead pussy hard grabbing onto her swollen big tits. You want to give her her that good last fuck before she’s 6ft under.

Her arms were swinging around as you fuck the shit out of her dead broken body. This freakfuck took your big dick good, still tight even after life.  Death never looked as good as it does around your shaft, hugging your balls.

Castration Phone Sex With Dr. Swift

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Castration phone sex is one of those things a select group of people talk about. I never imagined that a doctor would have a thriving business cutting off balls, until my friend Emma told me that she worked in a private surgeon’s office that did at least twenty castrations a week. I couldn’t help but wonder and she told me that there were the men who had to get it done as a condition of release from prison and then there were the ones who got it to adhere to a program where they were being controlled. Whenever Dr. Swift saw a patient with a signed contract of consent, he knew there was a woman in charge who sent him there. The directions were always the same. The family jewels were to be sent back to the woman in charge with a note saying, “property of” and her name. It was a way to drive the point home that from this day his name would die, along with any control over his life and cock. Dr. Swift got a special thrill out of the act. After every surgery, she had her eunuch personal assistant come to her office and get on his knees in front of her with his pants down to show his ball-less cock, as he ate her very wet pussy. Being able to cut away the ability of men to get a woman pregnant got her so excited that she had to masturbate and ordered her assistant to as well. When she was near orgasm he was to repeat the words, ” Your fertile pussy is going to cum”, over and over, as she came all over his tongue. Her assistant would then stand up with his pants still down and his eyes fixed on the floor. He was not allowed to move until she told him to. When she addressed him as half of a man, he was able to retreat to the back office. Dr. Swift would come in to find him wearing a paper gown and nothing else. She would strap him to a gynecological table with his feet in the stirrups and a vibrating probe in his ass. His face was always red with embarrassment and she loved that, since he wasn’t allowed to shoot as he stroked before. If he had any balls they would be full and heavy. This time, he wouldn’t be able to stroke or control the useless spunk when it spurted from his fuck pole. She left him and closed the door. It was time to get a fresh scalpel and get to work. The eunuch would be waiting after she was done.

When you become a voodoo doll for dicks…

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I was asked if I wanted to be “used like a cum rag” and “fucked till I wanted to die”. I was all for it in the beginning. Because they never mentioned that I would be a ritual sacrifice to their dark lord of sex. But, usually that’s the part they always omit.

It was a pleasant night out. We were out at this wooded area in the forest with a slab just sitting in the open. From what I could see, there were at least 10 guys standing there. Looking at me like I was the most delicious morsel of steak they had ever seen. I did look hot in the sheer white dress I was wearing when walking in. Showing off my nipples and tits really nicely.

Mr Leader Man was the one that got me undressed, and had all of his followers just come up and touch my body. Tweaking my nipples, playing with my pussy, kissing my mouth. They all just start bringing me to the slab, getting me strapped down as they gave me this weird tasting stuff to take. They just continue touching me, inserting their fingers in all my fuck holes, and I can feel my pleasure just mounting.

And then, I felt something coming up for my eye. Slowly, I open my eyes at that moment and see one of the guys just hovering over my face with what looked like a dick with spikes. I didn’t have time to react before he buried it into my eye socket, creating another hole for him to fuck immediately. I felt the immediate pop of my eyeball, and the oozing of blood and fluids dripping down my face.

Now, I would say this should have killed me. But, it did not. In fact, I felt everything. Because the drugs they gave me were meant for one thing. To keep me alive. So that way, they can make as many holes as they wanted, as they were now making me into sexual Voodoo doll. And I would endure every pain they inflicted.

As more and more of them started to create holes, the more pain I endured. I screamed, begged, pleaded for it to not exist anymore. But they just kept fucking me. One of them even joked about “Jesusing me” by puncturing a hole in my hand, and using that as a personal masturbatory fuck toy.

It got to the point I was a Crispy Cream by how many loads I took in all my normal holes, and holes created. I, however, no longer had a mind. It broke long before they were done. I just let everything happen and embraced the pain, and had the most orgasmic experience of my life.

 

Cora’s Creepy Crave: A Taboo Treat

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Let’s talk about that one time—a real kicker. I was young, impressionable, and horny as hell. Enter: the neighborhood creep. He snuck into my bedroom, his eyes gleaming with lust. I was terrified, but something felt exciting, too. He took advantage, his rough hands all over me. I was trapped, but a part of me loved it. His cock was huge, and he forced it down my throat. I choked and gagged, the tears streaming. 

But then, the real fun began. He tore my clothes off, revealing my tiny frame. The vulnerability—a rush! He pounded my innocent pussy, his hips a blur. I couldn’t breathe, let alone resist. His cock consumed me. The pain mingled with pleasure, a heady cocktail. I felt dirty, used—a true slut in the making. He finished the job, his seed spilling inside me. I felt it, warm and sticky. A trophy! That experience—it warped me. Left a lasting impression. I craved that sinister touch, that forbidden fruit. 

Don’t judge, perverts. We all have our secrets. Cora’s just a bit more twisted. 

Hush now, the memories are making me wet. 

Cora out! 👋🏻😈

Snuff Sex

Snuff Sex is on tonight’s menu for my latest victim.I start by tying the little whore to the bed spread eagle, the slut is blindfolded , I’m going to punish the slutty bitch from head to toe, I placed nipple clamps tightly on her fat nipples, I twist them to be sure they are secure. I then retrieve my treasure chest with all my torture toys. First selection will be a huge butt plug that I heat up with my mini blow torch and shove it in that tight ass. Her screams are so sexy , I can smell the flesh of her asshole being burnt .Snuff sex I then grab a bottle of whiskey and a sharp straight razor. I place tiny cuts all over her tiny torso ,breast and the fat mound of her pussy. I take a shot of whiskey, burns going down but I love the buzz I get. I take another shot and this time I spray it all over the sluts’ open wounds.She is still trying to scream but it’s pointless. I am getting turned on by the screams. Making my way back to the chest I grab the biggest dildo I have and make my way to her cunt, no lube no spit and try to shove it in her it won’t fit. I then lick on her fucking pussy until it gets wet and sloppy now i can slide that big dildo inside with no problem. I work her pussy until it’s sore and my arms are tired , I decide to give the whore a break, the night is just starting Daddy’s on the way and I know he has big plans for her. When he is done with her I have a leather strap to wrap around her neck until she is lifeless.

One of the Hottest Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Snuff Slut Rena

rape phone sex fantasiesI couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement course through my veins with this one of the latest rape phone sex fantasies. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear. You, my beautiful snuff princess, were waiting for me on the bed, your body glistening with sweat and eagerness. Your eyes met mine, filled with lust and submission as you pouted your perfect lips, inviting me closer.

I’m all yours, big guy. Do with me what you will.  You couldn’t resist any longer. You climbed onto the bed, your massive cock already hard as a rock as you positioned yourself  between my legs. You spread them wide, and I was welcoming you  into my warmth. You began by teasing me, licking and nibbling your  way up my thighs, taking in the sweet scent of my misty arousal. I moaned softly, begging for more as I finally reached my destination.

With one swift thrust, you buried your cock deep inside me, feeling you tighten around me like a glove. You were mine, and I was going to take full advantage of that. You started pounding into me, my hips slapping against your ass cheeks as I took control of our encounter. You arched your back, meeting each stroke with a moan of pleasure.

Yes, lover! Fuck me hard! I’m yours to use!

As I felt the heat building up inside me, I knew it was time to take our game to the next level. I pulled out of you, leaving you gasping for more, and moved to your mouth. You eagerly took my cock into your mouth, sucking and licking it like a good little slut. I could feel your warm tongue dancing around the head, sending shivers down my spine.

He grabbed my hair gently, guiding my head as he began to fuck my face. He took every inch of me, my throat working overtime as you deepthroated me. I could feel my climax approaching, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it.

You’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?

 You nodded eagerly, your eyes filled with trust and submission. I pulled out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. Then, I positioned my cock at your open mouth once again. This time, however, there was a difference. I was going to fill your pretty little mouth with my hot, thick cum.

Here it comes, baby. Swallow it all.