Men aren’t the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I met some women Friday night who had the same dark desires as many of my callers. I was in a gay bar. I thought it would be a safe retreat for me from the brutality of men. No gay man is going to want to hurt me. It never crossed my mind that some lesbians might. I was talking with some lipstick lesbians at the bar. I did my man bashing, and they bought me drinks. They were nice. They were attentive. They listened to my man woes. I thought we bonded. That was far from the case. They were plotting anal torture sex at the bar. One of them slipped a mickie in my drink. The next thing I knew, I was naked on a floor with a huge dildo in my ass. The pretty lesbians were in a circle surrounding me. They were cackling like witches as they took turns sodomizing my ass to ruin. They were not using lube. This was not for my pleasure. It was for their entertainment. I was crying but that turned them on. As they shredded my asshole, they mocked me. They called me names and slut shamed me. Those lesbians treated me more brutally than most men. I can’t even find comfort from women. I am a worthless whore.
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Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too
Willing Torture Victim
Perhaps you’ve been with women in the past that you couldn’t be open with. Not everyone in the world can handle the intensity of extreme fantasy. I’d even say that we’re in the minority. The good news is that you’ve managed to find your way to the depraved vixen that your taboo dreams have been waiting for. Dark, bloody and fatal fantasies only serve to make me even wetter. You can feel free to let every guard down in your sexual world and invite me on in. I’ll exchange keys with you and allow you into my dark playground of the mind as well.
I can’t remember the very first time I talked to a man with murder phone sex fantasies but I can tell you that I never tire of it. So many sexual acts are so vanilla they can put you to sleep. You never have to worry about that from a wild kinky bitch like me. I’ll be your torture victim, the one that you’ve been waiting to get on your slab. You can take it as far as you want to. I’ll only take everything that you dish out and more. Come and possess me anytime.
Gangbang Rape Porn: Friday Night is Not Date Night for Me
Most of my girlfriends were out on hot dates last night. Friday night is date night. It is gangbang rape porn night for me, however. My phone was blowing up from texts. My BFF was trying to get me to join her out at some club. Tony showed me the texts. I was tied up and couldn’t respond. He circled around me mocking the fact that I thought I was worthy of going out on date night. I was bound like a parcel package. I was naked and cold. He didn’t care. I soon discovered he was not alone. He had a group of men with him. They might as well have been a pack of wild animals. He let them pounce me. They shoved cocks and fists in any hole they could find. That included my asshole. I tried to rock myself into a different position. It was my way of trying to fight. That was a mistake. They started kicking me. Some spit on me. Others pissed on me. They were drunk and mean. They reminded me of my father. I never had friends as a schoolgirl. I could never go to school dances or out with friends because I was too busy getting force fucked by daddy’s drunk friends. While my besties were drinking fruity drinks and letting men spoil them, I was tied up, forcibly fucked and humiliated. I don’t deserve a night of fun. I am nothing more than an ass rape porn whore.
Bloody phone sex
I’m the victim, the one that will get the worse of our Bloody phone sex. The point of it all is to inflict the most extreme pain possible, isn’t it? Well, that’s what I’m here for, to take care of my place in life like a good whore should. This man gets off on the warm blood he can squeeze out of me. He doesn’t care if he gets it from my ass or my pussy or from beating me around. He wants me to be a bloody mess that he will soon turn into a cummy mess too. He has lots of tools, devices, and knives. He makes me pick my punishment, the most degrading and humiliating thing of all. Being forced to choose the thing that will hurt me most, produce the most blood and the loudest screams from me. I know that’s exactly what he wants, to get off on my warm dripping blood and cum to these blood-curling screams. What can I say? I have no choice.
Snuff sex
I knew something was slightly off about the ad I found online. They were looking for a bitch to play a babysitter in some cheesy porn video. I figured it would be something lame about a babysitter getting fucked by the dad after watching his kids or something. I had no idea that I was actually about to become the victim of a wild snuff sex video. As soon as I got inside, I was snatched up by my hair and dragged around to the bed. The man blindfolded me and tied me to the bed. I was told not to scream or cry but I couldn’t help it. I cried and begged him to let me go. I would do anything he wanted. I couldn’t see anything but could feel the sharp, burning pain as he stuck a knife deep into my stomach and started to rip my skin open with it. I struggled against him but couldn’t do much, as I was still tied to the bed. I felt him shove his cock into my pussy and force fuck me as he stuck his hand into the hole in my stomach and started to rip me open with his bare hands. I tried to scream but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt the same stinging pain as he slit my throat. I was being ripped and sliced open as I was being fucked. I could hear him breathing and knew he was about to cum. I was terrified because I knew as soon as he was finished with me, he would snuff me out and dispose of me like I was nothing. I felt him pump his hot sticky load deep into my pussy and almost immediately, felt the knife on my throat again. This time he cut deep enough to end me.
Training a Snuff Phone Sex Slut
Do you enjoy snuff phone sex scenarios? I was born to be a snuff victim. Ever since I was a young girl, men have used me for their own needs. I get it. I am a blonde bimbo whore. I get full of myself sometimes. Because I am pretty, I start to think I deserve to be treated like a princess. I was out last night with my owner. I saw this odd looking couple at the next table. She was not attractive at all. Her date was handsome and he appeared to be going out of his way to make her feel good. He was treating her like a princess. I told my master that if an ugly girl like that could be treated like a princess, then so could I. He smacked me across the face and called me a slut. He wouldn’t let me order food. I had to watch him eat a steak. I was hungry, but I was being punished. Others stared as he degraded me. He told other people to mind their own damn business because I was his property. I dreaded when we got home. I was correct in my dread too. He tied me up and beat me. For hours, he made me tell him what a worthless whore I am as he whipped me and kicked me. He fucked my ass too forcing me to lick off his dirty dick. I need more slave training according to him. He broke my spirit. He ruined my ass. Sometimes even a seasoned whore like me needs to be reminded what a worthless piece of shit she is.
A Gangbang for Valentines Day
For Valentines Day Daddy rewarded me with a gangbang. He knows how much I love cock. He ordered them specially for me. Four of the best-looking guys that were very well hung. Of course, this was Daddy’s present too because he loves to watch my holes get used and abused. They arrived and Daddy took a seat in his chair. We all stripped down and I knelt as they surrounded me with their cocks. I stroked one while I blew the other and the remaining two jacked off watching. I then bent over and started sucking another while one took me deep in the ass and one got under me licking my sweet juicy pussy. Not to be left out the last one started pinching my nipples while shooting his load on my back. I rolled over and one mounted me and fucked my pussy nice and deep as one sat on my face and stuck his cock deep in my throat. By the time we were finished I had had every hole fucked by each one of them numerous times. Cum ran from my pussy and my ass and my breasts. Daddy was so pleased that he motioned me over to suck his dick to finish him off. It was a wonderful fucking Valentines Day.
Rough Mommy Snuff Porn
A lot of my callers fantasize about a subby mommy whore. I enjoy those calls. R likes to exploit my need for coke. We roleplay that he is my son and I need coke so badly that I will do live sex shows with him just to get a fix. He gets me fucked up on coke and beats the hell out of me while thousands of men watch and bid on what my son does to me next. I may be a suburban housewife, but I have some dark fantasies. R and I like to party on the phone. We do some lines, then he starts punching his mommy like he is Mike Tyson. His favorite colors on me are black, blue, purple and yellow. I was hot once, but years of coke made me haggard looking. A shell of my former self. Just saggy skin and old bones. Regardless, desperate for a fix. No longer hot enough to trade my skanky body for coke, but my son will give me all I want. For a price of course. He figured out a way to make money abusing me on camera. So many men with mommy issues just love watching my son R smack and punch the shit out of me. What they pay the most to see, however, is the hardcore ass fucking he gives me. He fucks my ass so hard it prolapses. Once my asshole is on the outside, he zip ties it so it won’t go back inside me. Men love that shit. They also love watching him suffocate me with a plastic bag. My son loves me. I know he does because he gets me high. He knows how much I need a fix but coke ain’t cheap. I must work my ass off or inside out for that shit. When the public show is over, I am a hot mess. My skin is turning all sorts of pretty colors. My asshole looks like pulverized meat. My pancake make-up is smeared all over my face and I pretty much look like a snuff porn victim. I don’t care though because I have my coke.
Rape phone sex fantasies
You are a victim. You don’t want to, but they don’t need your consent. You will be forced fucked in all three of your fuck holes! You fight against them, scream and cry and beg for mercy, but it only turns them on more. Look at you, helplessly getting fucked. You were born to be a whore. They order you to suck their big smelly cocks or they will fuck your tight little ass. They tell you to beg to suck their dicks and so you do. You whine and beg “Please please let me just suck your fat cock! Please don’t fuck my ass!” And they fuck your mouth senseless. You think you are in the clear, but they laugh at you as they tell you they’ll be forcing their cocks into your asshole after all. You put in all that work, sucking cock, only to have your ass fucked. Double penetration means double the fun, double the humiliation, double the cum! You take a cock in each of your holes, as they mock you for taking part in your demise. They tell you that if you cum from this that they get to keep you and you can’t help yourself. They tell you what a pathetic slut you are and you accept their words and their cum, as their sex slave with no self-control in fact no control at all.
Better to be an Accomplice Phone Sex Partner
I love accomplice phone sex calls. It gives me a break from the torturing and snuffing. Well, a break for me. I get to focus on helping you torture and snuff some other dumb bimbo. My current master recently discovered that I am great at recruiting young talent. Women can be predators too. In fact, most of the wranglers in the slave trade business are women. I know you are thinking why would women do that to other women? For money and self-preservation. In my case, if I don’t help lure little girls to master, I will be tortured or worse, killed for being disobedient. I spent my Sunday duping mall rats into thinking they were auditioning for a horror film. The 6 hot teen sluts I brought master yesterday did enter a world of horror. Their lives are now as teen rape porn stars. These girls were shopping at the mall, doing things middle-class girls do every day. They no longer have a typical existence. I stripped them all naked. I branded their asses because they are now a part of a sex cartel. I shot them up with heroin to keep them compliant. Then I helped as master and his cartel buddies force fucked the new merchandise. That was me once upon a time. I could see the pain and fear in their eyes before the heroin gave them a glazed, blank look. Master and his cohorts showed no mercy on those jail bait fuck holes. Most of them were virgins. The blood gave that away. I looked at their lifeless, bloodied, destroyed young bodies and knew this was just the beginning for them. When I saw them at the mall, I envied their lives. Not anymore. They are going to be sold to the highest bidder and used until they age out for the man who bought them.