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Rape phone sex fantasies Alice ~ do the dirty

I am not a law abiding citizen of America. I say this fully intending to disclose a little secret I’ve been keepin’ about my true self. Maybe I’m not a picture perfect version of the United States’ sweetheart, but I can make you cum harder then anyone has every made you orgasm in your life.

That’s because I know what you really want. The stuff you’re way too scared to tell your wife or girlfriend. The dirty, nasty, sickeningly dark and violating aspects of human life. You want to mess up a slut and fuck your way through an entire all girls Catholic school, don’t you?

Well, I can help you with that. See, I have a thing for babysitting little ones myself. I can get in undetected and let you in through the front door without a hint of suspicion from the neighbors. When we have those young little babies all to ourselves, that’s when the fun begins. You try to keep your hands to yourself, but those pigtails and cute little diapers are too much for you to resist. It’s okay . . . bite into those miniature asses. I won’t tell a soul. That’s because I’m just as twisted as you are, baby . . . even more.

Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: Payback with a Cattle Prod

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I have always been a subby bitch to men; however, when it comes to women I can be a switch hitter. When I was younger, I thought most girls were beneath me. I mean I am a tall beautiful goddess with huge tits. I could steal any man I wanted. In fact, in college, I often did.  Not because I wanted the man necessarily, but just because I could. There was this one girl whose boyfriends I regularly stole because she was a fat mean cunt and didn’t deserve handsome men anyway.  I saw her recently at the mall and I didn’t recognize her at all as she had lost so much weight and was actually kind of hot. She of course recognized me. We buried the hatchet and she invited me out for drinks. I met her, and I thought all was well, until I woke up in her basement tied to some table spread eagle with a baseball bat up my ass. She was fucking torturing my ass and when I started to scream and plead why, she simply said, “Because I can.” I begged for mercy for my ass. But she kept shoving bigger things inside me. My ass was being shredded. I could feel splinters in my ass. She pulled the bat out and it was covered in blood and shit and she shoved it down my throat and said, “Clean it up whore.” Then I glanced over and I say a medical tray filled with devices and one looked like a cattle prod. I pleaded again, but she didn’t care that I was a changed woman. She was hell bent on her revenge. A cattle prod would electrocute my ass, and may damn well kill me. She looked at me with an evil grin and said, “Cattle prods are hugs with oomph.” She then rammed that thing up my already destroyed ass. The rest is a blur.torture phone sex cattle prod big tits

Drown Me in Taboo Phone Sex

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I’m laying in the tub thinking of you and the first time you tried to drown me. I want to feel the air taken from my lungs.  I fought you with all my strength, but I couldn’t win. Your large hands around my throat and pushing my head under the water. That look in your eyes – I thought for sure I was going to die. And yet, I have never wanted you more than at that moment.  You let me gasp for air while you fingered me and made me cum even though I was terrified.

My adrenaline pumped for 20 minutes as you drown me, and brought me back over and over.  I swallowed water and then your cock as you climbed in the water on top of me.  Choking on your giant cock and watching as you revelled in scaring me. You straddled my face and shoved your cock in my throat so hard it held me under the water. You loved feeling me choke, and you loved waiting til I stopped fighting to bring me back to the surface. I begged you for my life, and secretly I never wanted it to end.

I lay here now wanting nothing more than you to visit me again tonight. I will wait for you in my tub. I will wait for your strong hands, huge cock and evil eyes.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Snuff Night

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your knife will cut me deeply.  I woke up in a fog and I don’t know what day it is or whether its day or night.  I’ve been locked underground for so long and had so many blackouts that I can no longer keep track. I look down and your name is carved across my abdomen. The blood has clotted and it looks so beautiful. I run my hand across your name, feeling the thick blood scabs, and whisper it to myself.

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I realize at that moment I can barely speak, my throat is raw from you fucking it and my tongue is swollen from your beatings.  But you treat me exactly how I deserve to be treated. You are the only one who knows how to control my sexual desires. I reach down further to where my pussy used to be. Now between my legs is just a mangled mess of flesh and loose skin and blood. My clitoris is gone, and I know that you have it. It has always belonged to you.

I try to listen for you, wondering where you are and why I am here all alone. But my ears are ringing in my head. You’ve no doubt cracked my skull. I can feel my heart beating weakly inside my chest. I ache to see you one last time. I count my breaths and hold onto life waiting to worship you.

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Then you’re there.  Standing over me. That gorgeous smile, teeth covered in blood, glaring down at me. The tip of your blade glistens in the air above my face. A single tear runs down my face because I got to see you one last time. Now it is time to take what is yours. My life, my blood, my pain.

Blair Meets the Puppetmaster

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Help me. I have been kidnapped by a deranged doll maker. I have been held captive for days , while he conducts evil, painful experiments on me. He has deprived me of food and water.  And, I am constantly in some form of suspension like a life size marionette doll. In fact, he told me I was doll like and he wanted to use me to create the perfect life size marionette. What the fuck? Those dolls are creepy. Always in horror movies, taunting people, scaring brats. Who does this guy think he is? The Dr. Frankenstein of dolls? I tried to beg and plead with him, but he keeps shocking me and stringing me up from the ceiling. He said next he was gonna cut my limbs and sew string through them and even slice my mouth open like the Joker to give me the authentic look of a marionette doll. He is gonna dismember and torture me so he can have his own personal creepy ass doll. Who is he, The Puppetmaster?  This sick, evil, sadistic mother fucker is enjoying my pain, my screams, my starvation. He says I’m just a stupid, worthless cunt and no one will miss me.  He says all girls should be seen but never heard and that is why we make the perfect dolls. You don’t agree with him , do you? Please someone help me.  Anyone. I will be a good girl; I will be quiet. You can do whatever you want to me, just let me live and get me the fuck out of this house of horrors.

Down South

Where have I been, you may be asking yourselves. Well I don’t have to answer to you motherfuckers! I went to a concert in Mobile, Alabama and got fucking turned around because the goddamn toll both stiffed me a dollar twenty-six. Are you fucking shitting me?! That stupid ass bitch stole from Bianca. So I was all enraged and ready to twist a neck off when I realized I was going the wrong way. The hell? Turns out I was in some redneck dive called Pascagoula. I crossed the state lines . . . I know what you’re thinking, so shut your damn trap. It’s an evil, sick ass place. Just because it’s bumfuck Mississippi doesn’t mean they’re gonna hand you sweet tea in a mason jar or some shit like that. Fuck that! It’s a wild ass neighborhood. Most of the citizens consider the day wasted if they haven’t violated a goat by noon. It’s sickeningly dark there. One wrong turn, and you’ll wind up in the trunk of a Cadillac, never to be seen or heard from again. So of course I took this opportunity to explore. I headed straight for the Brass Monkey. It might as well be called The Drunk Asshole Bar, because the company was wicked! When I was leaving, I spotted a guy trying to break into my car. Not. fucking. okay. I reached for the crowbar I keep in my purse and bashed him in the fucking head. He grunted and fell to the cement. I just kept beating and smashing the metal bar into his skull until it exploded with red goo and I kicked him aside, slid into my vehicle, and drove away. Byebye Mississippi. I don’t have to fear any thing or any place. You fuckers fear ME.

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Bloody Phone Sex Keisha

I have big round tits that bitches had always been jealous about. I try not to showboat or draw attention to myself but last night I got punished for someone looking at me. My master let his nigger whore come with him and pick one thing from the store to enjoy. I was so excited when I saw an outfit laid out on my cot. Night after night he made me stay in the basement for beatings and to suck his cock whenever he wanted it. I was so grateful he stopped beating me two days prior so all my bumps and bruises went down. They were barely noticeable to me but when I walked into the store all eyes were on me. Though my tits were about to burst out of the shirt master said I could still come. Master had me in a pretty red shirt and black skirt that obviously drew the attention of multiple men. The more they looked the harder he would squeeze my hand. By the time we passed aisle three we had already turned around and went back to the car. Master smacked me right across the face. “You love that type of attention don’t you? Stupid black bitch” I was in such shock I just held my cheek and let the tears roll down. He pulled me out the car and up the driveway by my hair. When we got in, he threw me down the stairs and watched me lay there. I thought the worst had happened but when he came downstairs he had a switchblade in his hand. I tried to run but he yanked me by my hair again and with one swift motion cut it all off. Then he threw me on the ground and ripped my shirt off. I was trying to fight but he just kept punching and cutting me. He sliced away at my black tits exposing the white meat. He forced me to lift my skirt so he could shove his cock inside of me as well. He was defacing my body in so many ways I wanted to just black out. “This is what happens to arrogant niggers like you bitch” he grunted as he trashed my cunt and breast at the same time. To top off the humiliation, when he was done with me he shot his load all over my open wounds, my face, and my now butchered hair. He left me there covered in cum and in a pool of my own blood.

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The sound of my switchblade

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Have you ever heard the sound of a switchblade knife open?  It is a very distinct sound. When I am hunting, they always hear it. I make sure of it. It is a necessary sound. As is the sound of their throat as I cut it.

She was breathless from the chase, ah my old familiar hunting grounds. So many deciding factors in her fear. The dark, the confusion, her scrambling to run so fast as she falls and tries to get up. She is already bloody and dirty by the time I subdue her. And as always, I catch my prey. It is pay up time.

She hides as best she can, but I can smell her fear, like a bloodhound their scent always leads me to them. I think its the mixture of adrenaline and sweat, mixed with whatever stale and sickly soaps and perfumes these cunts always wear. That is how I can find them easily, they are so predictable.

As I approach my prey, it is deathly silent. And in the quiet dark all you can hear…is my switchblade.

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Alice with an ‘A’

 

‘A’ is for Alice. ‘A’ is for awesome…and it also stands for asshole. That’s right. I’ve been ass fucking lately. I find it’s best to do without any lube. Not on me, of course. I prefer to watch a little one get reamed while I chomp on some popcorn from a safe vantage point nearby. It makes me laugh so hard when their itty bitty eyes get wide in fear and they whimper and shriek in pain. It makes my wet pussy hole get nice and turned on, too. I always want to fuck a stiff dick after watching a tiny, precious little munchkin get used and abused by a big, strong adult. Haha. I guess I have a weird sense of humor, but don’t try to lie to me, baby. You like it, too, now don’t you.

Bringing The Pain Just For You

Of course I love to fuck, that’s obvious. I use my body to manipulate and control and it’s never failed me yet. But, the main thing that gets my pussy dripping wet and aching is having a brainless, worthless little piece of flesh to use and torture to my heart’s content.

And even then, it’s not just that, it’s the entire deviant, twisted process is what really gets my sweet juices flowing. Together we spy just the right innocent little one to stalk, capture, fuck and torture as long and as we can until we finally use them up to our satisfaction and dispose of the lifeless creature.

And the best part of it is when we’ve finally have used up the pathetic tiny whore, we can simply rid ourselves of it and when we’re ready and the time is right we can find a brand new fresh sweet angel to defile. We’ll take them to depths of such horror and pain it makes the intensity of it almost like a drug and we lose ourselves in the dark erotic sensations.

The part that is so ironic is that the fucking stupid cunt actually looks to me for mercy and compassion just because I sound so sweet and can get those mindless little fucks to trust me wholeheartedly. Oh, but the look in their eyes when I tell them in my sweetest little voice that we’re going to do the most unspeakable, painful and wicked things to their unused bodies is priceless.

Mommy and Daddy don’t give a shit about them, I say and were so relieved when you and I took the tiny twat off their hands. You see, to me fucking with their minds is just as satisfying as fucking with their little cunts. Sometimes we can get so carried away, we just fuck each other right on top of the sniveling and traumatized doomed little thing.

I’m always so impressed with all the effort and imagination we use when thinking of ways to disfigure and carve up the tasty treat. When it’s all said and done, I love nothing more than to lie back and savor every deliciously gory and bloody detail with you and fantasize about just how far we can take it the next time…