Category: Fantasy phone sex

What could happen

After binging  on drugs, booze and horror films yesterday, I find myself wondering what it would truly feel like to be kidnapped. I am a sick bitch and I love being hurt. I’m not talking a little slap on the ass, I love having a knife stabbed into me as I am fucked. I know, I’m fucking crazy! Like what if some psychopath grabbed me as I am trying to sell what is left of my cunt. He takes me back to his place and fucked me as hard as he can. I think I would love it. My nipples would be hard, my fuck hole would be dripping wet and wanting him to fuck me harder. I would probably laugh in his face. I am hoping his anger would get worse and he hangs me up like a cow and chop me up into pieces. What would you do to try and hurt me? Tell me!

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I started dating this guy online, who I thought was a really nice man. He turned out to be someone’s worst nightmare, and I had no clue that it was going to be mine.

We went out for a couple of drinks and appetizers, as the night got late we decided to go back to his place to play. My definition of playing drastically differs from his. Let’s just say he won.

I walked inside and noticed he didn’t even bother turning on the lights. I looked around for a switch, and I had no luck. I went to open the front door and realized it was locked from the inside.

I called out his name to find him, all I heard were knifes being sharpened. I started running through the house searching for anything I could find.

I realized I was his little doll to play with, trapped in his play house.

I got to a room and stared at some sort of contraption. It looked as if others had once laid there. Dried blood was all over the floor. What does that machine do? Would I be safe if I hid in here? I can hear him getting closer, “Why are you running so fast, you know there is no way out”

TO BE CONTINUED…..

 

Keeping Your Dreams

taboo phone sex karma1Dream catchers have always fascinated me. Perhaps because of the connection to the spirit world that they are supposed to hold. That and what and how they are made if they are authentic. A dream catcher is supposed to be placed over where you sleep, good dreams flow through the center and bad ones are trapped in the web surrounding the center and destroyed by the morning light. The hoop is made of willow and the web is made of sinew, which is actually taken from animals and made of the fibrous tissue that connect muscle to bone. Eventually the willow dries and the tension of the sinew will break the hoop. I want to make reverse dream catchers. I want the nightmares to flow through the center and the good dreams to be trapped in the web. So I have the brilliant idea to change the materials I use to make the dream catcher. I am constructing them out of the body parts of my victims and giving them to all the brats at the playground instructing them to hang them over their beds. Next week I will return to the playground and see if my evil plan worked. Just the idea that the little fuckers have pieces of dead bodies hanging over their beds is a rush in itself.

Masked Men

Last night was amazing – your wildest party yet. I loved being bought and sold all night long to the men wearing the masks. I have bruises all over my body from where they grabbed me and smacked me and my knees are bleeding from being fucked so hard on all fours on the floor. I felt like the hottest fucking cum slut ever born when they were taking me in groups and doing things to me to cause so much pain the room would start to spin.

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The one guy twisted my nipples so hard that they are bleeding today. My asshole is so sore I can barely walk, let alone sit down. They had two huge cocks pounding my tiny little ass at the same time. They all knew my name, and I know you did that on purpose. Or did you allow people in that actually knew me? I guess I will never know and if someone looks at me sideways in real life now I may wonder if he was the guy at the party making me drink his piss.

Once I was blindfolded and forced to eat someone’s pussy. I will never know who it was, as I hadn’t seen any women there but me. But I heard her say I am good and she wants me back next year. The voice sounded so familiar? You turned me into a fucking party game – a sick twisted fuckdoll for all those hard cocks to fuck any which way they liked. They were trading me like a dirty fuckpig – handing me off for a drink or a dollar and then fucking me harder than the last group. That feeling of being used and abused is my favorite – I know I am a worthless fuck toy – and you are the only man who truly knows how to prove to me that I am right.

Halloween Ass Rape Porn Party

ass rape pornMy sons had a Halloween party last night and I was the trick. Their horny little friends had mommy rape fantasies. They spiked my drink with something that rendered me incapacitated. I was awake but couldn’t move. Ass rape porn was my treat they informed me as about 40 school boys lined up to anally gang bang a strung out MILF. I had boy dick after boy dick crammed in my asshole, sometimes even 4 at a time. Others were circle jerking around me, spewing loads of boy batter in my face. I took several jizz bombs in the eyes. They blow banged my mouth filling my belly up with boy batter and joked about impregnating a dirty old whore. So much cum filled my stomach I ended up puking some of it up like a goldfish that over ate. I just laid there unable to make them stop. They were so aggressive. My sons told their friends it was okay to fist my holes too and call me names. Some boys even pissed on me like horny dogs. I just laid their being used like a rag doll while a gang of school boys force fucked all my holes. My sons said it was the best Halloween party ever.

A Night of Gothic Phone Sex and Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

What’s better on this fine night of Samhain than lurching into some Taboo phone sex with a twist of gothic phone sex fantasies? Nothing, I tell ya!!! Yep, I’m ready to take on your need for blasphemy sex and twisted perversions of ass rape porn and debauchery.

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This wild idea crossed my mind and I decided to play on it. I went out and stalked the neighborhood dressed as a goth cheerleader and lured a couple sweet young things to come along with me. I want these two for our sacrificial fantasy phone sex ritual tonight. My fellow cult members love the though of having decadent innocence to violate and sodomize. The mere idea of offering these brats to my brethren gets me excited and in the mood to get blasphemous and dress as a nun while spatting out blasphemous shit as I taunt the sacrificial offerings with how they will be going to Hell for allowing this to happen to them.

 

Snuff Porn

snuff pornThis new guy I am fucking was like so, “Wanna make a snuff porn?” He knows I am a submissive whore, so I never say no. I like the idea of pretending to die on film. It really is all about angle and lighting. I can control my breathing well to give the appearance of death. I had my ass on his cock looking right at the camera begging to be snuffed out. He was pounding my ass so hard you would have thought he wanted to make an ass rape porn. As his cock assaulted my back door, his hands tightened around my throat. My eyes started to bug out. I could feel myself suffocating. It was hard to not fight him. I really thought he was just getting carried away with method acting, but I passed out from lack of oxygen. He kept fucking my ass hard because it jolted me awake. I could see from the little window on the camera that my throat was purple from his grip on my throat. My ass too. Apparently he was holding on to my ass cheeks so hard as he anally tortured me, it left bruises. This felt too real. I started to get off of his cock but he put both hands around my neck like he was wringing a chicken’s neck. He violently thrust me down on his cock while strangling me. I felt a windpipe crush and blood fill up in my throat. As I started to gag on my own blood, he pushed me off his dick, onto the floor and shot his load over my face as he kicked me in the belly repeatedly. “Smile for the camera you dead stupid whore,” he said as he spit on me. I certainly felt dead.

Torture Sex Girl Loves Gore Snuff Porn

torture sex knife playTorture sex gets me off. I’m not a vanilla girl. Ever since I was a little thing, I have been obsessed with gore snuff porn. The bloodier the better. I would watch movies like “Last House on the Left,” “Faces of Death,” and “I Spit on Your Grave,” and masturbate. No Disney films for this girl. Now, thanks to modern technology, I can watch snuff movies on my computer. I can even make them. I learn from horror movies like “Saw,” and “Hostel,” how to brutalize folks. This bitch from high school suddenly reappeared in my life. I had no use for her then, and I had no use for her now. She was in recovery and working on some silly steps. Thought she could show up unannounced and apologize for her mistreatment of me in school. I offered her a special brownie, which rendered her incapacitated for a bit. She woke up in my basement tied up. My camera was rolling, my assortment of torture devices laid out in front of her. She tried to apologize, beg for forgiveness. A little too late. I got sick of hearing her talk, so I put a chainsaw in her mouth. No one knew she was there. There has been no communication between us for a decade. She would just be another missing girl no one would look hard to find. I’m sure you know plenty of bitches who think more of themselves than anyone else does.

gore snuff pornI let her plead for a bit; watched her cry, then I turned on the chainsaw and watched the blood spurt. I watched her face dissolve. I filmed her tortuous death. My pussy got wet hearing her scream, watching her twitch, seeing her bleed. Her sinew splattered my walls. I filmed every moment of it for instant download on my snuff porn podcast. I have quite a fan base. Folks think my movies look so real. There is a reason for that. Because they are. Who would you want to star in my next killer production?

Dead Pussy for Halloween Fun

torture phone sexThe door creaked loudly as I lie there. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind or the fact that it was Halloween until I saw your silhouette in the doorway. I closed my eyes, hoping it was just a bad trip. You whipped the covers back on my bed, exposing my naked flesh. I whimpered as you drew back your fist and punched me in the face. “Time to die, whore.” you growled. You ground your cigarette out on my titty and I screamed through bloody teeth. You grabbed me by the throat as your other hand violated my pussy, shoving multiple fingers inside of me. You were almost wheezing under your mask as you pulled out a knife. I felt the first jab in my ribs. You were one sick perv, the kind who gets off on making a girl bleed slowly. The steel blade punctured my lung and I let out a high pitched squeal.

I looked over at the other table and there was a young girl. Pretty and blonde, her eyes bulged in fear. She had watched you torture me. Her fate would be much worse than mine though. Her name was Parker and you had plans for her. You wanted to keep her for breeding to give you an heir. She would be violated until she achieved your demand, then forced to watch her own offspring being abused as well. We both gasped in fear when you returned to the room.
Your shaft was rigid in your lust for blood. You dipped your fingers in it and into my mouth. I suckled them, knowing that this was the end. I was in for a bloody ending after a night of torture. Once you satiated your need for pain, I knew what would happen.
As the sun touched the morning sky, I was near death. You had violated me in every way. My pussy was ripped from hole to asshole. My nipples were gone. My body bled from a dozen punctures, soaking my satin sheets. You had jerked off many times as you tortured me and still you fisted your raw meatstick, the blood soaked head drooling pre-cum. You had not allowed yourself to cum, choosing only to edge for all these hours.
Now you climbed upon my broken, prone body and forced yourself inside my bloody hole. Your hands went around my throat as you began to pump. I felt my life leaving me and it was almost sweet relief. As I took my final breath and exhaled with a twitch, you joyfully fucked my dead body. For me it was the end, but for you, the fun was just getting started……

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Snuff Porn Victim Beat Unconscious

Snuff Porn Victim Beat Unconscious is how the newspaper heading read. In pure disbelief I sat glancing at the image of me presented as the subject. As if living in a parallel world I read on about how I was knocked out dragged into the woods and tied to an alter. The article failed to go into explicit details.

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Awaking, in a cold clammy cave I failed the ability to see well in the darkness and barely felt my body. All parts of me were numb, and I started gaining flashes of images. I heard screams coming from me and felt myself being put through ass rape porn footage. The camera lights were so bright and my wrists were bound over my head. I felt them violate me and cut me. They were bleeding and fucking my body to it’s very last breath.

In confusion and weariness I awoke.