Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Gentleman To Sadist

Snuff sexI answered your ad for a date. Your profile was sweet with a tinge of rebellion in it. I liked your stats. Tall, built, and all around just a sexy motherfucker. We went to dinner and you were a perfect gentleman. I was unaware that when I went to use the ladies room you spiked my drink. As the night started to wind down I could feel the light heaviness in my head. I looked around and the room was spinning. I was drinking wine but I didn’t think this much. Being the gentleman you are you help me to your car and offer me your spare bed to sleep in. When you get back to your place your attitude changes. You become rough with me. Dragging me out of the car and throwing me on the bed. You rip off my clothes grabbing and pawing at my body. I mentally am fighting you off me but I can’t move a limb. I feel the cold air hit my body. I try to speak but all I do is drool and slur. You tell me you are going to fuck me for hours and when you get bored of me that is when you are going to snuff my life out. You start to kick and punch me and I can’t even defend myself. I can feel the pain everywhere and you don’t stop with your hits. My perfect gentleman turned into a sadist.

Wickedly Evil Ivy

 

Evil phone sex

Normal sex doesn’t do a thing for a girl like me. I was cut from a different kind of cloth. My cunt craves wickedly evil and just down right sadistic play. The louder you scream the wetter I get. I want to tie you up and torture your body for hours. I want to drag my nails all over your chest filling my fingernails with your skin and blood. My soft full lips long to lick the blood from your deep cuts. I want to bit your nipples until I taste your warm blood. I long to drag my teeth up and down the sides of your big hard cock before I bite down so hard and use my teeth to rip your hard throbbing cock off of your body totally castrating you. Feeling your big hard cock detach from your body makes my cunt squirt in pleasure.

Snuff Sex Hook Up

snuff sexI signed up to swing with a couple, not for snuff sex. In their ad, they stated they were a kinky couple looking for a blonde buxom playmate for bedroom fun. They said light bondage and BDSM. It sounded fucking hot and not dangerous. I guess if I would have thought with my head instead of my cunt, I would have known going to a stranger’s place is always dangerous. Things started out fun. No read flags went off for me until the wife handcuffed my hands behind my back and shoved a spiked dildo up my ass. One moment we were laughing and spanking each other affectionately, the next moment she was treating me like I was her slave. The husband retreated from the room for a few. He came back with an executioner’s mask on and a spiked cock ring on his dick. When he skull fucked me, the skin on my lips and inner cheeks started to tear. All I could taste was blood in my mouth. When he came, it stung, and I pleaded for mercy.  She fucked my ass harder, and he followed suit with my mouth. I was swallowing blood and it was dripping down my ass too. They told me they always wanted to make a snuff porn and I fell right into their laps. I used an anonymous hook up app that was untraceable. I was in trouble. They fucked me for hours with spiked objects, while I bled. She branded their initials on my ass. They burned my flesh for some perverse pleasure. Finally, they grew tired of me for the night. They left me chained in the basement while they went upstairs to sleep. It was hard to fall asleep when I knew I was dead in the morning. I heard the door to the basement open. Down came a young boy. Fuck, they had a son. I pleaded with him to let me go. He did, but not after he forced his little dick in my battered ass. Like father, like son, I guess. I would have let him impregnate me if it meant I could escape. I ran out of the house like a bat out of hell and never looked back. No more online hook-ups for me.

I Love Killer Phone Sex

killer phone sexKiller phone sex was on his mind. He is a creative caller. His calls make my pussy wet. He didn’t want to kill me. He wanted me to help him kill his wife. She is a boring bitch. She is dominant and doesn’t do anything kinky in the bedroom like his phone mistress does. I am a subby bitch.  Never say no, especially if I am high. With her out of the way, his favorite submissive whore could move in. He couldn’t kill her, however, because they always suspect the husband first in a wife’s death. I wanted to be a good murderer for him. I binge watched the ID channel and that Netflix show How to Make a Murderer or something like that. When he had a good alibi with his son, I broke into his place and stabbed her to death. It was such a thrill driving the knife into her tender flesh and feeling the blood splatter all over me. I was getting a taste for killing. I ransacked the place and stole jewelry and silver and shit. I wanted to make it look like a robbery gone bad. I even fucked her cunt with a dildo to make it look like someone was exploring their rape phone sex fantasies. I enjoyed it way too much. It has been weeks and the city is still looking for a murdering  robber. The police checked out my sadistic boyfriend, but no evidence points to him. I can’t wait to kill again. Can I be your accomplice?

Small Game Hunting

Snuff phone sexMy Grandfather is the one who taught me how to hunt.  He is also the one who taught me how to dress all manner of animals properly.  I thank the Goddess for him every day.  He also taught me how to stalk prey.  How to use a bow, rifles, traps, snares, and various knives.  He was a good, very strong man.  I once saw him go after a member of Law Enforcement with a shovel.  My Grandfather took no shit, nor were any fucks given by him.  It is because of him that I am so proficient at what I do.  When most girls were going to sleep overs, or playing with dolls, I was with him.  I was sharpening his blades, cleaning his guns, practicing my marksmanship, and stalking skills.

The best part of hunting was when Small Game Season started.  I would spend many cold months out with him hunting rabbits, squirrels, and other tasty things.  My very favorite part was when he would hit something but he wouldn’t kill it.  We would send the dog in to retrieve it, the retriever would place it gently at my Grandfather’s feet.  If it was still alive he would say, “Indi? What do we do?”  I would pick up the animal.  I will never get the smell of a feral animal out of my brain, or the sight of it’s eyes, looking at me,  it’s heart beating fast beneath it’s still warm soft body.

I would hold it up by it’s scruff, then place my one hand below it’s neck, then the other under it’s face, and twist.  Sometimes I would have to do this a few times, because I was small.  Have you ever heard a rabbit scream? If you have you will never forget it.  When it’s head was finally hanging like a rag doll to the side of it’s body my Grandfather would smile and tell me that I did a great job.

I still go small game hunting.  The smells are different, it is more like warm sun kissed skin mixed with soap, or salt from tears that have stained it’s face.  They are still soft, they still have big eyes that look up at you, they still have the rapid heartbeat, the only thing that has changed is the scream.  It is louder now, but I love that, don’t you?

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies on your mind? They are always on my mind. No one gets out alive with me. So, don’t come to me with your vanilla dreams of fucking a little one and letting him or her go. First rule of being my accomplice, we get rid of the evidence. Once you fuck a sweet little girl pussy, she must die. Now don’t get me wrong. I am in no rush to execute her. I want you to have some fun with her tight little holes. I like watching you destroy her as much as you are going to enjoy destroying her. But make no mistake, the little slut we kidnap, is destined for a snuff porn. The younger the better, but I don’t judge. You can pick any girl young or old or somewhere in between. Whatever gets your dick hard. I just want to be clear that the bitch needs to die when you are done with your fun. I keep men like you out of prison. I keep you safe from being some big black dude’s butt pirate. So, trust me, killing your play thing is in our best interest. You can help me kill her or I can do it for you. I am a stand up girl. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. What do you think? Want to find a young cunt and have some dirty fun with her?

Choke on Daddy’s Cock

Snuff sex

Daddy got really drunk last night after the super bowl. He came stumbling into my room and demanded I suck his cock. I got down on my knees and started to suck and stroke him, but that wasn’t good enough. He was drunk and pissed that his team lost, and he wanted someone to take out his anger on. He slammed my head down onto his cock until he was balls deep in my mouth and blocking my airway. I tried to pull away and struggle, but he slugged me across the cheek. My eye swelled up and I could feel blood trickling down my neck. He continued ramming my head down onto his cock by holding each side of my head in his hands and slamming it up and down. I couldn’t breath and ended up vomiting all over his cock and the front of my chest, but he didn’t care. He didn’t release me until he came. He hit me again for puking on him and made me clean it up. My nightgown was covered in puke and I couldn’t see out of my eye, but I managed to clean up the mess I had made before he got angry again.

Fantasy Rape

Sadistic phone sex Tony dropped by unannounced like he always does. He sneaks into my house usually at night time when I am asleep. He likes the forced rape fantasy and wants to play it out as legit as possible. I love a good beating but I also like to fight back. Ya know make the man work for his prize. Tony wants me to fight back. Our limits are there are no limits. He can do whatever he wants to get me under control and I can fight back any way I please. We never play it out the same way twice. He is never gently and I fight back as hard as I can. I even bit his dick once and he took his gun and knocked me over the head with it knocking me out. Tony makes me squirt my cunt juices hard across the fucking room every fucking time.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Gone Wrong

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex calls get me wet. I guess it has always been one of my fantasies to be kidnapped by a handsome sadistic. Well, my fantasy became a reality the other night and it was not as hot as I thought it would be. For one, my kidnapper was not handsome. He was a fat man who hates redheads. I don’t think he was right in the head. He was mumbling mumbo jumbo and calling me Julie. When we got to his place, he ripped my clothes off and burned them while he hog tied me. I had no idea what was instore for me and that scared me. He circled around me for hours just mumbling and kicking me. At one point he put a cross to my head like he thought I was the devil or a vampire. He was clearly not right in the head, but he had all the power. I was the one on the ground tied up like a side of beef. When the torture sex started, I wanted to die. He used a cattle prod, a hot poker and various shop objects. He carved my flesh up, not enough to kill me, but enough to scar me for life. He kept calling me Julie still. I didn’t know how to respond. Then his phone rang. I heard him cuss up a storm. He came back to me, pulled out his cock and sodomized me. After he came in my ass, he untied me. He told me if I told a sold about what happened he would find me and kill me. He took a photo of my driver’s license. I was in bad shape when I got home, but I was a live. I still don’t know what happened, but I think he kidnapped the wrong redhead.

As You Ordered

Accomplice phone sex

I have exactly what you asked for.  Big tits, long hair, big eyes, unmarred skin.  It took some doing finding someone their age without any type of blemish to their skin, but I managed.  I always do.  I have kept her safe and sound in the root cellar of a neglected property that you own just as instructed to do.  You are paying me a good sum of money to have her ready for you and I always give my clients the upmost customer service. 

The other thing you wanted was for her to be mentally broken.  It has taken me a long time to do so, but she is now ready.  You didn’t want her broken so that she will be complacent, not at all.  You wanted all humanity stripped from her so she is more feral, you want her to put up a fight.  This is why the length of time has come into play.  This is something that doesn’t happen in a week, a month or even a year.  Many years have gone by, each month I would see your payment hit my bank account and I would continue her ‘training’.

Now she grunts, eats off the floor, shits in the corner and never ever leaves the room.  I don’t even speak to her.  At first she would beg for me to say something, anything at all, and the tears, dear Goddess those fucking non-stop tears.  If you weren’t giving me so much money I would of stomped her head flat just to get them to stop.  However, now, she has forgotten what human words sound like.  Her living space, or existence space, since what she is doing is no where near what we consider a life, is dark, quiet, and lonely.  When you reach out to her she pulls away, only to hiss at you as a warning to stay away.

She smells like sweat, piss, shit and dirt.  All in all she is a truly pathetic sight.  Now that the last payment found it’s way into my lovely hands I will stop by your place of business later in the day and drop off the key to her room.  She is ready for you to do with as you wish, and if you would be so kind as to tell me exactly it is that you do for her I would genuinely love to hear the details, and if you ever need me again, you know how to reach me.