Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Whiney Little Smart Mouth Bitch

This blonde brat thinks I’m taking her to the park. I’m taking this whiney bitch to an abandoned house near the park to get my moneys worth. There’s already a line of niggers waiting to rips her pussy open. Tiffany begins to cry as I pull her into this old house, my cunt is instantly wet. I take her to the back bedroom, throw her in there, and shut the door behind me.

I let three niggers enter the room at a time. Once they enter, they begin to rip off her clothes. One guy pulls out a ten-inch monster black cock; he grabs a handful of hair on her head, and slams his cock down her throat. The other two thugs pull out their massive black cocks. One spits on her asshole and rams his throbbing cock in. The third guy slides his cock in her tight virgin pussy while her other holes are being fucked.

The three niggers can hear her holes being ripped open as they continue to ravage them with their massive cocks. As they rotate fucking each hole, they realize that they are going to cum soon. The three men know they’re going to breed this blond slut with massive loads of cum from their black cocks. The first cock begins to grow inside her cunt and unleashes a massive cum load inside of her. The other two follow suit and implant their seed inside of her.

As the three men exit the room, three more enter and I yell at the little cunt “This is what back-talking brats get.” And she thought I was going to take her to park!

Calling all Sadists

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Several guys have solicited my services who think that they are so tough but tuck their tails and run at either gore or sweetness. They mock my sugary, southern accent…but how do you think that I catch such ripe, young prey?! You are fools if you think you can come at people with a hatchet and slaughter many. No, I prefer to gather them up like a sweet flock and mutilate and torture them. You must have patience and the thirst for sadism.

People ask if I cum, and that’s stupid. Of course, I do. But it’s from sadistic torturing, blood, guts, revenge, and fucking the dead holes of some skank or mother.

I am tired of this silly little game that some people play. I want fun…relentless cruelty. And, if you cannot laugh in the face of a munchkin’s face getting clawed open by a shovel, don’t call me. If you can—and I do hope that you can—add to this, call me NOW. Let’s have some fun and let our wicked minds run rampant. Do you dare? I do…I double-dare you!

Abandoned Asylum

When my brother and I were young, we were sentenced to an asylum; our dumb parents thought that would help us… and it did but just not in the way they hoped. We learned new, better, more creative ways to harm ourselves and others.

We decided to re-visit our old haunt but we thought it’d be safer to go at night when it wasn’t as well staffed. They drug you at night; during the day is when you cause trouble. When we drove up, everything was dark and the building barely stood upright. Windows, walls, and doors were missing. We investigated the debris with our flashlights. There were toothbrushes by the sinks as if everyone had been unexpectedly interrupted in their routines.

It seemed like fire was the cause of the destruction. There was one place that we had to check for old time’s sake: a trap door in the floor. It creaked a little, then broke, as we removed the lid. When I shined my light down below, I saw a skeleton. My brother and I laughed because it had a name tag; and the only people who wore badges were nurses. We strained to read it: R-e-b-a. That was the head nurse!

We looked up at each other and instantly knew what had happened: no one knew about the trap door except patients, and that fire had been set on purpose, most likely to cover up dear old Reba’s death. We looked a little further and could see a few patients’ bracelets. “We finally revolted,” my brother said. I told him that it was a shame that we hadn’t been a part of that; but, we did our legacy…and that’s for another time. We walked out of the abandoned building and said, “Keep it tip-top,” which was Reba’s motto.

Snuffing out Annoyance

Taboo phone sexI went on down to the local poker run stop to see what I can get into. I love this dive biker bar when it’s prime biker season. As a matter of fact, this bar is home to a local biker outlaws. I’ve had my share of fun with these guys, but tonight I’m seeking some brutal fucking fun with one of the biker whores. This fucking filthy slut rag of a cunt whore just annoys the fuck outta me. Ya know, her fucking high pitched laugh makes me want to dig my long sharp black nails into her neck and rip that fucking sound out of her.
So I got a hot tip from my favorite bartender that this little biker slut skank was there and high as hell. The skank is more annoying than ever all fucking coked up and smashed on cheap booze that my fuck buddy will get a total hard-on when he sees me strolling in. He knows how fucking bad I want to fuck this bitch up and knows how fucking wet my cunt gets snuffing the life out of some low down little skank whore.

Strolling in puffing on a clove cigarette my black Coco Chanel shades on, my nails painted black and sharp as a nice German Stiletto knife and blood red lips glistening. I park my leather clad ass down on the bar stool next to the filthy whore and smile as Bobby pours me a triple Jagermeister in a sugar and cocaine rimmed low ball. Rimming the glass as I peer over my shades at him I toss the black liquor back and snuff my clove out on the bitches hand.
She starts to yap he jaws at me and readies for a swing as I block her arm with a grip of my razor nails digging into her flesh. “She’s really getting pissed ain’t she Bobby?” I say in a low voice followed by a laugh.

This bitch hasn’t seen the best of me has she? In no time I had three bikers flanking my back and assisting me out of my leather jacket. Wearing my wife beater and a jewel red bra beneath I lunge at the bitches neck with both hands. I straddle the filthy whore as my nails start ripping into her flesh causing droplets of blood to begin streaming down my nails and hands. Laughing as she tries spitting at me and struggling under my muscular body. Laughing as I rip her larynx out and stifling any sound from her. Watching her eyes roll back as she loses blood, my nails trace down her trampish lace blouse ripping it open. I slide my switchblade between the cunts breast and slicing down her belly as I cut her cheap whore denim skirt off. Her fucking red lace panties are all moist with her pissing herself I can’t help but smirk “you pussy assed whore”.
Standing to my side one of the guys hands me a fat empty liquor bottle and another hands me a fat line on his blade. I snort that bitch up and start slamming the bottle up this whores twat, and I grab a billy club from another guy and work this bitches ass with it fucking ripping her gaping ass good. I pull the bottle and club out smash her in the head with the club and motion to the guys. “Fellas make this filthy dead whore your cum bucket fill her all up and toss her in the trash, I’m done with her”. I turn around and take the head of the gang by his leather lapel and motion to Bobby to come along as I slide my sweet ass up on the pool table where I get a nice injection of heroine and cock. I take every fucking gang member on getting fucked, fisted, hair pulled face slapped and choked until I couldn’t stop squirting.

Mummy’s Revenge

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I saw an advertisement on an online bulletin board that intrigued me; it was a college brat who wanted revenge against his pregnant girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but his anger sounded genuine and worth checking out. Sure enough, when we met at a coffee shop, he didn’t blink when he told me that he wanted his ex-girlfriend dead for cheating on him. I contrived a plan and he agreed.

We kidnapped that whore and tortured her, taking turns beating her with 2×4 planks of wood with nails that ripped her flesh. He struck her pussy with the sharp objects, laughing manically as she bled and cried in pain. She begged for her life, stupid bitch. We extracted each one of her teeth, her skull bleeding profusely. And, then he fucked her mouth with his hard cock while whispering that he was going to do the same to pink flesh inside of her. He was glad that he hadn’t gouged her eyes yet…because the look of horror was priceless.

I took the liberty of carving out her belly, flopping open the flesh and pulling the spawn out of her. She had several minutes to watch her ex-boyfriend spin it on his cock before bleeding out. Then, I told him that I wanted to mummify the spawn, fix it so that he could unwrap it and always fuck it whenever he wanted. I drained the blood and began the embalming process while he kicked around the corpse of his ex.

Today, I read in the paper that some stupid moron had jumped from a building; apparently, he had left a note that described his guilt and the horrid details of killing his ex alone. He was inconsolable, people said, because he learned that she was carrying his spawn. What a fuck-ton, I thought and laughed as a I finished my coffee. The paper didn’t mention anything about the mummified spawn; I guess he didn’t want to be remembered as a complete monster…what a douche-bag wimp!

I am his

 

I can hear him walking down the stairs again.
I can’t help it but I’m shaking.
I don’t know if it’s because this hell room is cold or because I know he is going to touch me again.
I can smell his cigarette, his cologne mixed with whiskey and the smell of tide.
The smell of tide reminds me of home and makes me hopeful that he is just going to let me go.
I have been down here for 3 no 5 days? maybe its just been a couple of hours. I honestly don’t know.
I start crying as i hear him open one of the drawers behind me.. Please don’t let it be the whip again..
He sets something beside me. and spreads my legs open wide. I know what he is going to do..
I can hear the swishing of the air as he is working on his form..
Then he teases my pussy and ass with the whip.. then pulls back and i brace myself for the hit but he starts teasing me again.
SMACK and a cry out from me as he spanks my pussy. He is laughing and calling me his dirty whore.
He starts to tease me again and hits me so hard I felt my skin tear.
He stops, bends down and pours something on to my broken skin and it burns.
As its burning he shoves a hard and very cold object up my ass and it starts to vibrate.
My body is so overwhelmed by the pain from the tare and the pain of this thing in my ass but turned on by the vibrations.
He gets up again and pours more of his liquid on my ass checks as it burns more.
Then he starts whipping my pussy and ass even more. This time he hits my clit over and over again it makes me cum. I now know its his time to cum. He is going to fuck my mouth until I puke all over his cock and he will cum deep down my throat and make me swallow him.
I don’t know what is worse that he face fucks me to cum or that a part of me likes being his dirty fucking whore.
I am used to being used by men. That’s why I don’t fight. I know at some point he will just let me go but he will always be there watching and waiting for me to be alone so he can grab me and drag me into the dark and violate my ass again. And deep down inside of me I’m wanting it..

Black Bitch

The first time my husband even proposed the idea of selling me I thought he was joking. When I turned around and saw the rage in his eyes and the sweat dripping down his face. That’s when I knew he wanted to sell me for his next fix. He begged me and said if I loved him I’d do it. I couldn’t understand why my fucking husband would want me to suck another man’s dick for money. This pissed him off so bad he punched me in the face and dragged me by my hair to the linen closet. He locked me in there without food or water until I agreed to be his fuck whore. I was dressed in this sexy lingerie and forced to let men fuck me one after the other until my pussy was bloody and swollen. I had to sleep with my legs open because of how sore it was which brought on even more abuse and torture. I was the property of a gang and called their black bitch. I don’t think they even know my real name at this point. I dream of the day that they beat the last breath out of me. Only then will my misery end.

Clitoris Removal

Taboo Phone SexYou are the boss of me, and my pathetic life is in your skilled and merciless hands. I love that you chose duct tape instead of leather straps. I want to be raped and mauled by a monster, and you know I crave the pain you’re about to inflict.  Will you take my last breath or will you make me suffer over and over until I lose all sense of reality?

You have had this I.V. running through the vein in my neck for days, or has it been weeks? I have no sense of time. I know its what keeps me alive, with antibiotics and whatever else you put in there that courses through my blood, because you own that too. My blood belongs to you and I long for you to take it at will. I love seeing it on your face and dripping from your chin after you bite me all over. I want to feel the scars you have left all over my body, but my fingertips have long been sliced away by your scalpel. I can still see the scars though, you have spared my eyes, because you want me to watch you ravage my body and see your blades cutting my soft skin.

Mirrors cover the walls in this tiny underground lab, so that I can see every angle of what you do. You tell me its time to remove my clitoris, you say it makes me a horrible skanky slut not worthy of your cum. Please take my clitoris, it also belongs to you. You show me the giant clippers you’re going to clip it off with. I can’t wait for the pleasure to course through my body. My adrenaline is pumping and I want you to dismember my pussy and let it bleed away all the bad things I have ever done.

You run the sharp metal clippers down my torso towards my clit, leaving an open wound, but we both know this is nothing compared to the agony you are about to inflict. You remove the duct tape from my mouth because you love to hear my screams when it hurts the most. I hope I can stay conscious through the removal, because I know you will start fucking me as soon as the blood starts squirting out. Let me bleed out, snuff me once and for all, I don’t deserve your attention.

Yes, I will count down to the snip, 5… 4… 3… 2…1…

blood for the chosen 1

That shit you’ve heard? It’s true. Sometimes I get a little low. And I never stay that for long . . . you see, I’m rarely ever sober. So when I’m without the effects of my beloved drink and drugs, I live in a perpetual state of wild rage. Anger boils in my heart when that little girl on the park swing looks over at me. I’m just conducting my business, goin’ about my fucking life, and I intercept a happy-go-fucky parade. Oh, just my pissing luck. I fucking hate society, the human race, and anyone with a tacky goddamn smile on their lying face, just begging me to rub it off with the heel of my combat boot. That’s how I was feeling when a little runt bumps into me and spills her snow cone all over my top. I couldn’t let it go, I just couldn’t. I had to slit her throat and watch the blood bubble up from her lungs like gurgling butterflies caught in the net of her esophagus. It was beautiful. I clung to her like a lifeline as I watched the inner strength fade away from her. She was draining her own memories, her own past, losing her future at my hands. My grasp…’round her neck. The blood on my hands was so red and vivid it made me do a double take. I couldn’t believe it. I needed more…so I took it. I lowered my head and began to drink. I licked it up like her fading life energy was my salvation. And when I dropped her motionless, wet body to the pavement below, I realized the ice of the snow cone was stained red, too. I didn’t know if it was the cherry flavoring or the blood I had spilled, but nevertheless, I’d smeared that white beyond repair…

Accomplice phone sex with the Mortician of Souls

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I got called in for an emergency; some old man had died and his wife demanded that he be embalmed and the funeral happen in 24-hours, which is not usual. I laughed and thought that the broad had probably gotten tired of his ass and killed him. Sure enough, when she showed up, she didn’t look like a widow: she had on a tight pink dress that showed her ample and fake cleavage. I overheard her talking about how her husband had left a note that all of this should take place A.S.A.P. because he didn’t want her to suffer through the loss longer than she had to. She had a dyke accompanying her, and I believe that was the real reason for the hurry.

I embalmed the stupid son-of-a-bitch; and, I caught a glimpse of why he died…poisoning. I wasn’t surprised, and I would have just let it go, but I thought of something better. I worked extra-hard and got him prepped in no time; then, I left but re-entered through the back. I had laced her sparkling water and waited for her to approve the body. She walked in and stood in horror; I had propped her deceased husband up, eyes open, and posed in a relaxed state. With the lighting, he looked like he was waiting on her. I jammed a cloth in her mouth before she started screaming; and, then, I laid her on my table. I told my boss that she had left and I returned to my victim, who was completely conscious now.

Happily I traced a pen around her breasts where I’m sure the incisions had been made for her breast augmentation. I carved out the flesh and then played with them in front of her, flicking the nipples. It was the best puppet show as the stupid bitch started to lose consciousness…but not before I slit her pretty little face and held a mirror up for her to see. Her last moments were looking at her own mutilated body and screaming; then, I took a picture of her holding a pair of scissors above her ripped torso. She had, after all, done this to herself! 

I put the breasts in the coffin, under the pillows of the old man; I thought he’d appreciate that gesture. Then, I buried the bitch in an animal graveyard. Poor thing left a note…that she had felt so sad about her husband’s death that she wouldn’t need any of the money and was disappearing to grieve; no one mentioned that the handwriting didn’t look like hers. Hahaha!