Everyone at the college knew exactly who you were. You are the school dean. Everyone looks up to you. No one knows you keep me as your useless fuck doll to play with whenever you want. You told me today was going to be a different day than usual.
I was anxious to figure out exactly what that meant. After an hour in the car, we arrived to what looked like a forest area. I assumed you were going to tie me up to a tree and leave me there like you’ve done before. Instead you tugged on my leash and led me into the woods. After only a little bit of walking, we arrived on bodies in cages.
You told me it was the universities body farm. I was so nervous. I’ve never seen so many dead bodies or even one for that matter. I was so nervous. I noticed you started breathing heavy and I looked down to see your cock rock hard out of your pants.
You ordered me get down and suck it. I hesitated since right next to us was a newly dead woman. You slapped my face so hard tears came out. I got down on my knees and started sucking your cock. It wasn’t even five minutes before you came right down my throat.
I knew the dead bodies turned you and right at that moment I knew my final fate.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
Body Farm Day Trip
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True
Rape phone sex fantasies are fun to explore with my callers. Just don’t tell a guy you are fucking that you get off to being force fucked. I’m seeing this new guy and we shared our dark fantasies. I told him, I had a stranger rape fantasy. The very next day as I was walking home from the corner store after picking up some cigarettes and alcohol, a few guys jumped me in the alley. I thought to myself, what a coincidence? I wasn’t too scared in reality, but I played the part. I screamed and begged for mercy. Informed my attackers I would do anything they wanted if they just didn’t hurt me. They roughed me up quite a bit, even bound my legs and arms so I couldn’t run away. They violated all my holes at once, called me names, even pissed in my face. Never once did they call me anything but whore. As they were skull fucking me and strangling my throat, I began to wonder if this wasn’t coincidence after all. My guy would not get that rough with me. He certainly wouldn’t damage me. He likes fucking me, doesn’t want to ruin me. I started to really get scared, no more play acting. When one of my assailants broke off a dirty beer bottle and sodomized my ass til it tore, I knew this was not an arranged attack. But I was mistaken. It was arranged. After they came in me, beat me up and sodomized me with a broken bottle, I was informed this was a message from Mr. Payton not to cheat on him. Apparently one of my masters caught wind of the fact that I was dating a normal guy and enjoying sex. He didn’t like it much. Stupid submissive whores don’t have boyfriends. They have masters. Another lesson learned the hard way.
Daddy’s lil Pet
What would Daddy do without his little pet? He makes me do all types of humiliating things. He even put ears on me and made me bark and beg for him to fuck me in my ass. I bent over doggystyle as he fucked me, forced his cock into my poor little holes and had his way with me. I cried and begged him not to but he just slapped my ass hard and slammed his dick in me deeper! I barked like he wanted and took his cock, feeling it so deep in me and feeling it dominate me in every way. He told me that it was dress up your pet day today and that I will forever be his lil pet and his little fuck toy. He told me I am lucky that he didn’t share me with his friends because I would be choking thru their cocks trying to bark. He laughed at me and call me a pathetic whore as he pounded me deeper and deeper. I was feeling like a skank, just taking his cock because I am nothing but a helpless little victim for all of daddy’s rape fantasies. I wanted it all, I needed it, and I deserved to be Daddy’s lil pet.
Fantasy Phone Sex: My Dreams, Others Nightmares
What is your fantasy phone sex dream?I am not exactly the Hallmark card kinda of girl. The only holiday I ever recognize is Halloween. Tomorrow is another stupid ass nonsense holiday called Make Your Dreams Come True Day. My dreams, are most people’s nightmares, so I think the day should be called Make Your Nightmares Come True Day. I plan on assisting a few well deserving fucktards get their worst nightmares fulfilled at the stroke of midnight. I have a list of men who I’m going to castrate. Maybe even take their worthless dicks too. If you don’t deserve balls, you don’t deserve a dick either. I sneak into an unsecured house while a guy is snoozing or passed out. Tie him to the bed, slap him awake, enjoy the expression on his face when he sees the knife to his junk. Bye bye cock and balls, hello nightmare city. Castration is a dream come true for me since I fantasize about a world with less stupid fucks.
Move to the next house. It will be full of annoying little brats for me to torture while their parents watch. A parent’s worst nightmare is to have a sick twisted bitch like me break into their place in the middle of the night and hold their offspring at knife point. So much fun to be had here. I can make daddy diddle his son. Force daddy to fuck his little girl. Make mommy and daddy hurt each other for the false promise that I won’t harm a hair on their sniffling brats’ heads. So many fun sick games I can play. I can even kidnap those brats and deliver them straight to your door step so you can molest them first. Admit it. You would love to make some little boy or girl’s nightmare come true with my assistance and your cock.
Fuck making dreams come true. Why not join me as my accomplice in a day of debauchery and mayhem? Our dreams are most folks’ nightmares. Let the games begin.
Daddy Loses Me In A Poker Game
I have been at home with Daddy almost a week now. He has been really kind to me. I am confused by this. From a very young age, I have been his slave girl. My only usefulness has been to service him and whoever he chose to loan or sell me to. I am his worthless slut, property, something to be seen and used, but never heard. I don’t know how to react to kindness. Maybe he feels guilty because Lee injured me so badly. Nevertheless, this kind of treatment is so foreign, I don’t know what to do. I just wish he would act normal again.
Then he brings you into the room. He tells me that he has lost a poker hand and I was the last bet he had. He tells me you have won the right to do with me what you will. You tell me to stand up and follow you to our basement dungeon. You tell me you are going to have lots of fun with me and that when you finish, you may feel inclined to share me with the other men and women present at the poker game. Since I have never had a Mistress, this is a new concept. You have that sadistic gleam in your eyes. I am in fear of what this night will bring, but I am also getting hot and turned on by the possibilities that lie ahead.
What do you have in mind for our time together? Do you want to be my temporary Master? Let’s discuss the many possibilities.
Feeling Mischievous
I was feeling very mischievous. the first thing I did was fill her pussy and as with plaster of paris. Once that hardened I made her get on her knees and I duct tapped her face to my ass. She spent the entire day crawling around behind me as I farted endlessly in her face. She gagged and could hardly breath and I loved every minute of it. by the end of the day her knees were bloody and she could barely keep up. I cut the duct tape and pulled her up by her hair before spitting in her face and making her drink a glass full of my hot piss. By now her belly was swollen and sore from not being able to piss or shit all day. She screamed in pain each time I touched her and I loved it. Torturing her was so much fun.
She’s a very lucky lil whore!
Lucky little whore, she is. I had my cute outfit on, I looked innocent as could be, her parents were leaving me enough cash for a whole week of babysitting, but I was only there for the weekend. That’s all the time I needed to completely violate this little slut, to make her my personal sex slave, and to of course pop all those virgin holes. It was easy, really. I caught her trying to steal cookies so I just convinced her that I was going to have to punish her. I guess I scared her real good, because she instantly became a slutty and obedient little thing. She barely put up a fight and I guess that’s why she is lucky I let a little whore like her live! I was able to get her undressed and she stood there naked and curious what I was going to do, I tried to start off nice, but something about her stupid cunt face made me want to cause her pain. I just decided to fuck her little cunt with my strap on, then I figured I would make her taste her pussy and that’s when she started crying, which of course made my cunt dripping wet!
Sex with Dead Bodies Snuff Porn
Sex with Dead Bodies was the name of the snuff film I auditioned for yesterday. I needed money for drugs so I thought I could play dead and let guys fuck me for cash. I was told I was perfect for the role with my alabaster skin. I was to meet them around midnight back where I auditioned. The setting was a graveyard. That is where they texted me at the last moment to meet them. I thought they were just going for the authentic feel. Creepy, cloudy night. Damp and cold. I was going to be dug up by a perverted grave robber and fucked only the day after I had been buried. I got in this rickety old wood box naked. They lowered me into the ground. This was going to be an authentic looking snuff porn for sure. I heard the dirt covering my casket. It was really cold out and being naked, I was shivering. It was dark; I could see nothing.
Time started passing. I couldn’t hear anything. What was going on? I think I just got duped into being buried alive. I start screaming, pounding on the box to break through. I manage to dig through the dirt because I was buried in a shallow grave. I break through the dirt and look like a mud wrestler from the rain. I’m naked, cold and muddy. No one from the movie shoot around. They left me to die. I started to walk naked towards the road. The rain made the mud fade. Suddenly three men jumped me before I made it out of the graveyard. They assaulted me for hours. Brutalized my body. I thought for sure they would kill me. They strangled me, shoved mud in my mouth, punched me, even broke my nose. As I was laying battered and bloody naked in the mud, I heard someone yell “great job.” This was all part of the film after all. Yeah, they definitely got an authentic looking snuff movie. Not sure the torture was worth the couple hundred dollars they tossed me. Lesson learned.
Fantasy Phone Sex Doll for Torture Sex Fun
I was told I was the perfect fantasy phone sex doll. Beautiful and submissive. As he told me he was going to hurt me badly, he did not give me a chance to speak . As he was discussing his very painful plan for him, he stitched my lips together so I would not try to scream. It is hard not to scream when being tortured, even for a subby fuck pig like me. After my mouth was sewn shut, he gave me a spiral fracture on both arms so I could not fight him. The pain was excruciating. I cried, but was helpless. At this point, I thought for sure he was going to snuff me out. I actually was praying for death. No such luck. Torture sex was this guy’s thing. He got off on my pain. I was laying on his bed like a broken rag doll, when I heard the scariest sound ever. A chainsaw. He came at me like Leather Face. I pissed the bed I was so scared. I thought he was going to saw me in half, but he just wanted to scare me. Mission accomplished. But after he removed my finger and toe nails with a pair of pliers, I wished he had sawed me in half. As if that torture was not bad enough, he soaked my exposed fingers and toes in bleach for more horrible pain. In debilitating pain and discomfort, he decided to sodomize my ass with a broken beer bottle. That was the best of the pain I guess. He kept me his captive for 72 hours. I was alive at the end, but barely. He called 911 as he left my place. Kissed my forward and said he would see me again soon. Would you be so kind as to make sure I got medical attention, or would have left me to slowly die?
Trapped in frigid death forever…
It was a frigid day in the small town. My stupid car had let me down again and I was walking to the strip joint where I worked. I should’ve known better. The blizzard rolled in quickly and I felt my toes grow numb. My breath came in jagged gasps and I knew hypothermia was setting in. I was a mile from work when I collapsed onto the shoulder.
I awoke in pain to find a naked body pressed against mine. He was a furry thing and his body heat felt good. “Glad you’re back.” he rumbled. “Froze that ass off. Good thing I came along.” I felt weird and realized that I had nothing on. I slid my hand under the covers, bumping into a rock-hard cock. My thighs were bruised. I touched lower. OMG, was that cum oozing out of my pussy? And my asshole burned too. What had this beast done to me? I heard him chuckle. “Guess you noticed. You were like stone cold when I found you. Thought you were dead so decided to have a little fun. Guess I loaded you up with some potent jizz, didn’t I? Brought you right back when I dumped a load or two into that sweet carcass.”
He was proud of himself and it was freaking me the fuck out. He was some kind of necro-freak. He was groping my tits again. “Maybe I should put you back out for a while. I love that cold pussy. Feels good when my hot cock melts it.” Suddenly he was on me, his hands around my throat, fuckstick stabbing at me. I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
When I came to, I was lying in the snow once again. Was it all a dream? But then, there he was , grinning that evil grin, as he picked up my half dead and numb body and carried me into the house for round two. Call me Frosty, the cum dumpster. That’s all I am now. Until the moment sweet darkness takes me under and he gets what he really wants. Cold, dead pussy forever.