Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Fuck Her Bloody Throat

sex with dead bodies

I just cut this so deep it snuffed her out. It all started when my dear friend asked if I wanted to have some fun shopping for a new victim. I knew my day would be made if by finding and snatching up a little hottie whore that had no idea what was coming. Then, I found her. She was far too precious to be frolicking unattended! What if somebody saw her? What if somebody had ill intentions. What if somebody like us didn’t want to control their urges? Once we laid eyes on her it was only a matter of time before she was being smothered and dragged to a secluded area. As we made our way to a brush in the park, I started slashing her with a razor blade. I could not wait to make this bitch leak red potion and beg for mercy! Her screams made me want to slit her throat and watch you fuck the hole. I know just how you like your fuck meat so I also slash her tits and pussy lips until all we see is red. That blood will help your cock violate all her fucking bottom holes while also keeping your throbbing cock lubed up. I didn’t want the fun to end but I had to slit her throat. I couldn’t wait to watch your cock fuck the raw neck meat while she gargles her own blood! Are you ready to throat fuck a dead bitch?

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. Sick bitches like me have them too. I have more than dark fantasies, however. I act on my impulses. I think you should too because repressed desires are no good for anyone. That is why when I saw this little angel playing alone in the park, I seized the moment. She was too young to be playing alone. She was easy prey. I asked her if she wanted to see a puppy in the back of my van, then I chloroformed her. I am patient with my prey. I took her to my cabin in the woods for easy disposal. It is so off the grid that no one will ever find it. It is rustic. No power or running water. It is just a kill shack that masquerades as a hunting cabin. The little angel was groggy but alert enough to be scared. I was going to have fun with her, but I do wish you had been with me to enjoy destroying her young flesh. I love the smell and taste of virgin blood. I fucked her with a strap-on first. I popped that cherry quickly. When I grew bored of the strap-on, I switched to my fists. I love fisting a tight bald cunt. I split her in two. If she survived the assault, which she would not, her little cunt would need stitches. I am a snuff porn maker. No one lives to talk about their encounters with me. That is why I have never been caught. I have no real MO, so no pattern can be established. The remains are never found, because nature is my accomplice. After I killed the little cunt, I fed her to the coyotes and bears. That little bitch is literally just a shit stain in the wilderness now.

Pain and Pleasure

Taboo Phone SexYour wife looks so hot tied up with her legs spread. you have hired me to take care of her, record her, fuck her and do whatever the hell I want while you watch in a corner or through the hidden camera. I had my ‘friend’ kidnap her on her way home from work just like you requested. She has been here for days. She is naked, crying, wet, and screaming for me while you jerk off your dirty, pervert cock in the dark corner, She has no idea that you are watching as I whip her pussy black and blue. I turn her over and spank her ass! You want me to leave sexy cuts all along with her black. I take my blade and begin ad the red, bloody cuts begin and you cum all over them.

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get wicked. I love to be tied up, but it is always a risk.  I mean some guys hate women so much, especially me, that I could end up dead one of these days. I know you are wondering why I would do it. Why would I put myself in a situation that could kill me or cause me bodily harm? I could tell you I am a pain slut. That would be a true statement. But that is not it. I am a coke whore. All the risky and stupid shit I do is because I either want coke or need money to get coke. It is clear by my pictures that I often pose for bondage shoots. I enjoy it. It is easy money to buy coke. Most of the ads I answer on Fet Life or other similar fetish sites are legitimate. Guys or studios just in need of fetish models. Occasionally, however, I am catfished. I am attracted to the money and my need for coke makes me ignore that gut feeling.

I arrived at the warehouse for my photo shoot and immediately felt off. Something was not right, but I was focused on the money and did not listen to my gut. There was bondage equipment in the room, but no cameras. I let the guy tie me up ignoring all the red flags that were there. He just wanted to tie a whore up for his gangbang rape porn fantasies. Soon, there were a bunch of men in the room. He paid these guys $20 to fuck me. Dirty men. Junkies and homeless men. Some of them smelled like that had not showered in over a year. I was force fucked for hours by the dregs of society. No condoms. No lube. It was humiliating and made me freak out about catching some disease. I never got paid either. I was so stupid. He tied me up for some sick pleasure. Now, I am even more desperate for money for coke.

Snuff Porn Secrets

snuff pornSnuff porn I like to watch. I do not like to be the star of a snuff flick, however. Honestly, you just never know what can happen. Snuff is a gamble. Some are fake and staged. Others are real. Women on the snuff circuit go missing all the time. Police showed up at my door this morning. That always scares the shit out of me. They wanted to ask me about a missing girl. I knew her. The weird thing is I met her over a decade ago. We made a snuff film together. I never saw her again. I almost barely escaped that snuff film. I knew she never did. She was reported missing a decade ago by her wealthy parents after she disappeared from a hotel room in Los Angeles. I was not sure what they knew or how they connected me to her. The only thing that ever connected us was a snuff sex video that a very rich man paid to have made. I survived. She did not. I did not know what happened to her body, but I knew she died. I saw her get slaughtered. I was panicked. If they knew about the movie, they knew I knew her. I lied. I said I made a dark film with her, but it was a staged film. I said we both walked away that day and I never saw her again. I worried they would know I lied, but it was not like I could do anything to save her. I would have been dismembered and disemboweled too. The cops would never find her body. There was not much of her left by the time her young body was destroyed. I asked how they found me. It was not the movie. It was a graphic from the film that landed on the Internet. They knew I was in a dark movie with her around the time she disappeared. They believed my story. We had both answered some Craigs List ad back when that was a thing. We made a movie because we were desperate for money but we both walked out of the studio. If the director thinks I talked, I will be dead. Snitches get stiches. I never rat on a master, a snuff director or snuff phone sex caller. Your dark secrets are safe with me. I want to live.

Sadistic Phone Sex Needs are Met with Me

You are a proud and strong man and when you come across me in the bar, I am a flirtatious cunt. I will smile at you from afar and be very timid acting. I’m a total bimbo and have men buying me drinks and groping a feel on me. You decide to approach as I am heading out. I am rude and quick with you. This starts to really fuel your alpha male cockiness. You decide once outside of the bar to grab me by the arm. I am spitting at you, I find you lower than my league of men. You are like scum and I treat you that way. I go to knee you in the groin. Oh boy this is really about to get real.

You kneel over for a second and recover quickly, a dumb cunt like me isn’t going to get one over on you. You walk quickly behind me, and pick up a bottle from the street. Approaching me you whack me on the back of the head and causing me to stumble to the ground in my stiletto heels. I am knock unconscious and You grab me up. You break the window of the car right at the road near where you knock  me down. Reaching in and unlocking the back door you shove me inside. Getting in and high jacking the car you drive what seemed like eternity to a dark area of the city. You get in the back seat and just start violating my holes with no fucking care. The whole time you are fucking me you are strangling me with your huge sausage like fingers. I am fucked to a bloody pulp and left in this car in a dark side of town.

Sadistic phone sex

Tortured Holes For Daddy

Taboo Phone SexI stay begging on my hands and knees for your forgiveness and mercy on my pussy! Tonight you have taken a turn on my ass hole and my screams have just made you harder and hard by every minute. The blood from my body makes that cock throb in my tight and tortured holes. I’m changed down to your concrete bed and I want to fight but I know it just results in letting your boy like their rape fantasies out on my holes. You shove a hot dildo inside of my ass hole that cauterized the bloody mess you have created inside of me. You jerked off in my blood from the slashes and new scars that you placed on my body. Please, Master! Can we stop tonight? No, please! You take another stab at me while letting in your son to fuck me until I pass out.

Sharing Master’s Slave

Torture SexMaster gave me to someone violent tonight. My holes ache with searing pain from how ruthlessly he destroyed my insides. He shoved my head into the dirt and muffled my cries with more and more force until I couldn’t even breathe anymore and my skull throbbed. He fucked my ass so sadistically the dirt turned to a red mud. My pussy begged for him, and he didn’t hesitate. He rammed my needy cunt, ground me against the newly made scarlet mud and hurt me for his pleasure. It was amazing, every moment another agony and another building orgasm. I couldn’t beg with my lips, couldn’t even scream, but the mere want to was enough to make me shiver as he treated me like a disposable slave. He didn’t slap my ass, he punched it, ground my cheeks into the dirt just to see if I could make out a muffled cry from my skin scraping off and painting below a little more. I loved every moment of it, I needed more, and he gave it to me like I was nothing. It took me an hour just to stop the tears, two to make it home to master.

Teen Rape Porn for Easter

teen rape pornHe wanted a teen rape porn for Easter. He was in the right place. We hunted together. He wanted a doll baby in her pretty Easter dress. We found this perfect little victim. Blue eyes, porcelain skin, blonde hair and wearing a white laced Easter dress with ribbons. Cute pink barrettes in her hair too. She looked so innocent. I was picturing her looking like one of the bloody twin girls from The Shining. He was picturing her with his big man cock in her tiny young holes. I made an anonymous bomb threat to the church and waited while the congregation panicked. We snatched her up in the man-made chaos. I used some chloroform to knock her out while we traveled to my kill shack. She woke up while my client was fucking her little puffy mound. Her white cotton panties, stained with blood, were around her ankles. She started crying, but that just made him fuck her harder. Certainly, got my juices going too. I love a little whore crying for her mommy who is never coming for her again. I had my knives sharpened and ready to carve up the bitch when he was done having his fun with her. He took his time too. Used her ass like she was some seasoned ass rape porn star not a little girl. Her ass bled on his cock too. His dick was thick, so he stretched out her cunt and her asshole. Eventually, he could not cum anymore. Her little holes were bloodied and swollen.  When he was done, it was my tern to have fun. I carved up her tender flesh like she was a brisket I was serving for Easter brunch. She bled bright red blood. I gutted her too. The pain was no doubt unbearable to the point she could not wait to die. I gave my sacrifice to the God who resides South of Heaven. He is the only one who shall rise today.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex fantasies are hot for me. I always imagine some kinky guy breaking into my home in the middle of the night and forcing my boys to fuck their mother for his perverse pleasure. The more recent experience was a variation on this theme. Three women broke into my place while we were all fast asleep. I was home alone with my boys because my husband was on a business trip. I woke up to a cute girl holding a gun to my head. I thought I was dreaming at first, but when she forced me into the living room, I met her friends. They were molesting my boys. They were scared, but they had hard dicks. These cunts had their fingers in my sons’ assholes milking their cum from their young dicks. One of the women tied me up, so I was unable to help my boys as they called out my name. I did my best to help them. I wanted to help them, but these brutal women made me watch as they extracted the seed from my sons’ unwilling cocks. They were too scared to be in the mood. Sure, I fuck them. They love fucking their mommy whore, but I am gentle and loving with them. These intruders were violent and mean. They slapped my boys’ balls, manipulated their assholes and forced the cum from their young dicks while I watched crying. The women eventually turned their focus on me. They made me lick their dirty assholes and suck the ass juice from my sons off their fingers. My sons’ cocks, balls and assholes hurt. I was doing my best to distract the women from my sons. I could handle whatever they gave me. I am a good mother. They tried to tell me I was a dirty whore, but I love my boys. I do whatever I can to help and protect them. I was a taboo phone sex whore for those women so they would leave my boys alone. See? I am a good mommy.  I love a good home invasion fantasy. Do you?