Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Momma’s Magic Touch

My innocence…if I ever had any to begin with…was scarred at a very young age. It happened when my Momma had friends over and told me not to cum in the room. I didn’t listen, and got too curious. Hiding in the closet, I saw my Momma with a pretty, thin blonde woman tied up with coarse rope. A tall man with dark hair was standing over the blonde, laughing as she cried. I gasped as I watched them flip her over and pull down her tiny lace thong. She must’ve been a stripper or a prostitute they picked up somewhere, since she was covered in tattoos and wearing only lacy lingerie. The man brought out a basket and took the lid off…I was shocked to see a snake curling out of it! The girl just started crying harder. Momma was laughing and held open the hooker’s butt cheeks as the man picked up the snake. Then my Momma reached over and grabbed a turkey baster filled with something white and liquid. She shoved the baster up the tied-up blonde girl’s tight pink asshole and the girl screamed. They kept laughing and Momma filled up her anal canal with the liquid. The man then put the snake’s head at the entrance to her asshole and it crawled inside, slithering up her ass. Turns out, it was milk, and the snake’s mouth was sewed shut. But it kept moving around in there because it smelled the milk and wanted it. So the tied-up girl got to enjoy that experience of having her asshole stretched out by a slithering snake. I quickly left the closet after that and never told my Momma I saw it, but somehow I think she knows. It’s obvious that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m a sadistic teen because I know my family likes hurting people, too. Momma always told me to never be afraid to stir up some trouble. She’s the Queen of Mean, so I guess that makes me pretty sick and evil, too…

When Little People Attack

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I was walking home from my latest kill when I saw a very odd-looking fight. The bartender, a little person, was charging over the counter at a guy. I could hear a woman’s voice say, “Vinny, he touched me. Beat him up!” I crept further so that I could see and hear better through the gigantic window. The bartender had the other man (of normal weight and height) in a headlock. I had to laugh at the scene. The guy grunted out, “She’s just a tramp, man. I bought her a drink.” Vinny didn’t like that much and slammed the guy’s face into the concrete floor. Vinny yelled, “Well, she’s my tramp now. My damn pussy.” I rolled my eyes at the reason for the fight: a frizzy-haired blonde woman with a short skirt…who, I just noticed, had her skirt lifted and was rubbing her clit over Vinny’s half-conscious victim. She was definitely jacking-off; and, when she was cumming, she released what I think was urine on the unconscious man. The bartender drug the man out into the street gutter and I disappeared in the shadows. Without so much as a “Thank you,” the woman left; and, the bartender who had so fiercely fought for the woman sat at the bar and drank a beer. I stared curiously at his bloody nose and wounds, badges of honor that he’d wear just for pussy. I shook my head and continued home; and, people think it’s weird that I eat them?! Hell, I think I’m doing some of them a service!  The fun part was already done or i would’ve brought the trash home…and tortured him.  And, as for Vinny, he needs to be out there somewhere.

It’s a GAS!!!

Tonight is a special night. I received a shipment of tear gas and I’m going to get off with it on one lucky victim. Or I guess I should say unlucky victim. I’m going to invite a doomsday prepper over to test this tear gas out. He is fit with large muscles and a large cock to match. I lead him to my basement where he finds a table with a gas mask and various tools on it. I grab the mask, slip it on and throw some tear gas on the ground. He is brought to his knees like a good bitch. I get him on the table and strap him down. I take clippers and strip all his clothing. He begs for me to give him a gas mask but I’m going to enjoy watching him suffer. I run a screwdriver up and down his body and ask him why he should live. I received no answer so it’s time for the fun to begin. I grab his cock and begin to masturbate him. He can’t even get a hardon. What the fuck? I pick up my saw, grab the head of his cock and cut it off at the base. He starts to squeal so I shove his cock in his mouth to shut him up. His blood will serve as good lube for what’s about to come. I take the handle of a hammer, soak it in blood, and ram it up his ass. I fuck him for a few minutes to open his hole. I grab a funnel and stick it up his ass. I pour lighter fluid in his gaping ass and ask him if he’s fire proof. I light a match and watch fire shoot from his hole. His balls are melting and he burned from the inside out. While I‘m comfortable in my gas mask, I have to say that he wasn’t very prepared for doomsday.

The man in the Gas Mask

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I struggle to keep my eyes open, after laying on this cold concrete floor in the dark for what feels like an eternity, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light.

I look around the room surprised to see a man standing there with nothing but a mask on his face.

He walks toward me very slowly playing with his hard cock.

He bends down and takes the ball gag out of my mouth, then he took his cock and slapped me with it until I opened my mouth.

He slipped his throbbing cock in my mouth and I had no other choice but to suck on it.

He was on his knees resting his sack on my forehead and he was pushing his cock deep into my throat that I started to gag.

Every time he heard me gag he would push even deeper.

My last gag I put my teeth around his cock to try to get him off and out of me.

He growled as he felt my teeth around his cock, he pulled himself out of my mouth and punched my tits.

He called me a dirty cunt and said I would pay for it.

He untied my hands and ankles and pulled me up off the ground by my bruised tits.

He sat down and bent me over his knee and started spanking me.

He told me not to make a sound or each spank would be harder.

After 20 slaps my ass felt like it was on fire.

He picked me up and slid his cock up and down my pussy lips.

Slowly he pushed my hips down so his cock slid deep inside of me.

I cried out no.

But he slapped me so hard I couldn’t breath.

He made me ride his cock while he choked me.

What happened next you wont believe.

Give me a call to find out what happens next.

Makayla

Killer Phone Sex with Reagan

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It was really late but I knew if I looked hard enough I could find a “treat” for him. I knew he would be waiting with a raging hard on for fresh,young cunt and I didn’t want to disappoint. For years he had been using and abusing my tiny holes it was time for something new. Being his accomplice slut is no easy task, I have to get very creative to give him what his fetish cock desires most. It is not often that I let anyone control my cunt, but the way he would cut, burn and violate dirty whores did something intoxicating to my soul.

Finally, I found the perfect one and rushed home to satisfy his wicked urge. Watching him ravish his new play pet was more than my pussy could take. I licked three fingers and shoved them into my eager little cunt, humping and moaning his name. Telling him what to do, begging him to be rough, my tiny twat dripped with hot fuck honey for even more deviant deeds. He looked at me and instructed me to get the gasoline, my sex exploded right there and then..

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Take My Life, Piece by Piece

Kinky phone sexThe candles are lit. The instruments in place. I lay on the stripped bed listening to you sharpening your knives. The screeching sound is nothing compared to how you make me scream. My body is yours, my last breath will be yours. You will take me apart bit by dirty bit until I am reduced to nothing.

I see you now, hovering over me, my blood dripping from your chin from our dance of death earlier. Its time for more play, and I dream that it ends with my pathetic life being snuffed out by you. 

You heat your knife over the candle, and tell me to lay still because it hurts more that way. You run the hot knife between my trembling breasts, I ache for the cut, but you only burn me, making me want it even more. Cut me, please, cut me. 

Suddenly you grab my nipple and pull it up with a strong pinch. “Take this bitch!” you yell and you slice it off with your burning knife… Oh my god the pure pain and pleasure courses through my entire body and it takes my breath away. Before I can even scream you slice off my other nipple! 

I want to die, I want to die, I want to die in your hands. That is all I can think about as you slide your hard cock inside my pussy, and I rub my bleeding chest feeling my own sticky blood streaming everywhere.  I cling to consciousness as you withdraw and begin to heat up your knife again. 

You place it on my clit and it burns. I can’t determine if you are just burning me or cutting it off, and I don’t even care. You slide the burning knife inside me, and I know the time has come. Slit me open baby, from clit to throat. Keep me awake as long as you can, so that I can enjoy feeling of life leaving my body, the ultimate feeling that only you can give me. Take me slowly, but take all of me.

Eaten Alive

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She’s just so mean and rough. I never wanted to get on her bad side at all. I don’t know where Reagan came from but I’m sure it was some part of hell. She had fire in her eyes and I knew I would submit to her just like I do my husband. When she walked into the gang house I thought maybe she was one of their girlfriends until she ordered me to my feet. As I stood bare in front of her she inspected my body. She squeezed my tits, opened up my pussy lips, inspected my asshole and finally nodded approval. As soon as she did they put a bag over my head and knocked me out cold. When I regained consciousness she and I were all alone and she was holding a large box.  I on the other hand was uncomfortable as usual and extremely STICKY. From the way it smelled I was doused in honey. I had no idea what this Reagan girl had in her mind but it obviously it involved smearing me in edibles. To my dismay she dropped the large box and what looked like an army of  rats and roaches flew out. I immediately began to scream even though I was warned not to. Roaches were stuffing themselves down my throat as I screamed from the pain. The rats were enjoying a sweet treat as well as eating me alive.

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Slut Auditions with Ms. Reagan!

This little cunt that I’m watching is going to get something Special tonight! See one of my friends and one hell of a teacher for me is Ms Reagan.  She is fucking AWESOME! I told her all about the little whore I had to watch today. This little bitch will do anything I tell her to. NEVER even questions or talks back! A natural born submissive! Ms. Reagan was very intrigued and wanted to see for herself. After Ms. Reagan arrived and inspected the little piece of fuck meat and started giving out orders “Get in the kitchen and do as your told. Don’t ask questions. I want you to take off your clothes. Pull ice from the freezer and rub your nipples with ice cubes. Your nipples should become  rock hard. Now stick whats left of the ice into your young cunt. What? Do you want to die? Do as I say. No more questions. Grab a knife from the drawer and take a seat at the table. Stick the handle into your cunt and fuck that little hole. Fuck it hard and fast. You like that don’t you slut?  I want to hear you scream.  How much you love it!”   Then Ms. Reagan pulled some nipple clamps and tossed them on the floor in front of that whore. “Put those on whore”  And that fucking little slut did it! She put the nipple clamps on and tightened them down so much her nipples bled! Ms. Reagan told me she had never seen someone so young and untrained be so perfect!  Then she took some pictures for some of her trusted clients. They were GREAT pictures. That little slut with a knife sticking out of her pussy and nipple clamps on!  But her parents were due home soon. So the real fun will have to wait till next week… I wonder who we will get to teach her what a real whore she is?

Bonfire Delicatessen

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Summer is a ripe time to find young, fresh bodies; I prefer the ones with a healthy mixture of fat and muscle…otherwise, they taste too tough or too soggy. We cannibals banded together to go on camping trip of sorts; really, we were hunting for campers. And, as luck would have it, when we arrived at the park, we could see a blaze of fire in the distance; it looked to be the perfect length from the entrance. It wasn’t too close or too far away, nestled deep in the woods.

The teenagers were already fairly intoxicated, but we’d burn that off soon enough. We put out some great wines, perfectly seasoned for our purposes. The greedy youngsters were happy to drink our wines. We told them that we had something stronger if only they would do something for us. The girls agreed without even hearing the entire proposition. One of my comrades gave them some oils and told them to bathe each other in it. The guys thought it was hot and my party chuckled at their enthusiasm…and naiveté. Soon they were lathered, so we put out a clean blanket for them to sit on; we didn’t want grass in our entrees.

One of my male companions bound the girls. I had other things on my mind: I walked stealthily behind the chairs of the young men…and quickly slit their throats. To be honest, none of us liked the taste of males, and they were becoming more than a little annoying with all of their immature sexual innuendos as the girls sautéed themselves.

One of the girls noticed how quiet it was; one said the guys had probably passed out. Being myself, I said, “No, look at the way their heads are positioned.” One screamed, then another, until all of them were in unison. One of my companions chastised me but I shrugged and told them that their adrenaline would make the spices pump faster through their bodies. It was time: the sharp sticks that we had brought were set up over the fire; the young idiots really hadn’t done a horrible job assembling the bonfire.

Stakes were in the ground and now it was time to hoist our meals. I tenderized them by whipping them; and, then I jabbed several sticks with various vegetables through their jaws and thighs. I had the good mind to cut their vocal cords; and, then we were able to recline with a glass of wine and wait to devour our lovely meal!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Cassandra: Hurt a Rich Bitch

 

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Before waking up in this dingy disgusting bathroom, the last thing I remember is having a Pixie Stix Martini with this nice young guy at Malone’s. How did I go from an upscale bar to this? As I sat there on the floor trembling, I could hear guys peeing. I asked for help; asked where I was, but I was ignored. I started crying, sobbing actually. No chivalry in this dump. Suddenly the door slammed open, and a guy dragged me by my hair across a dirty tiled floor into a dungeon like room. I was in trouble and I was really scared. So scared, I peed my panties. I started begging for an explanation, pleading to be let go, offered up money. “My daddy is super rich” I said, “He will give you whatever you want.” I was met with a hard slap across the face, and a “Your daddy doesn’t have what we want.” That guy then ripped my clothes off and his friends surrounded me. They began tying me up, kicking me, spitting on me, calling me a stuck up rich bitch. I was so scared.

I actually passed out for awhile. When I awoke, I was tied up spread eagle and had a huge cock in my ass and every hole I have was being violated. Two cocks in my mouth gagging me. I tried to resist but they just got rougher with me. They punched me in the stomach, smacked me across the face, throttled my throat till I passed out from lack of oxygen and when I would come to, they just repeated the cycle of abuse. They kept saying I was a cock tease and a stuck up whore who needed to be put in her place.  I have explored rape phone sex fantasies before, but this was no fantasy. This was real. I was drugged, kidnapped and abused for hours by complete strangers. I had cocks in every hole I got. I was covered in cum. I had bruises and restraint marks all over my body. My face was swollen and bloody from being battered. My ass was bleeding and I think they tore my vagina. I’m not a virgin, but my thighs were covered in blood too. When they were done using and abusing me sexually, they laughed and took pictures of me. I was in the fetal position, crying on that dirty floor, begging for mercy.

Mercy never came. Only fear, only pain, only darkness.