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Gangbang Rape Porn with Cassandra

gangbang rape porn kidnapped whoreI woke up in some dirty bathroom stall. Not the first time. But this was dank and disgusting. I could smell blood, smell fear, smell death. I tried my cell phone but no reception. Some men burst through the door, duct taped my legs and my hands. Shoved me on my knees and started skull fucking me. Before long it was a gangbang rape porn. Cocks shoved in my ass, cunt and mouth. In fact, cocks shoved so deep in my throat I gagged until I puked. Cocks shoved so far up my ass, I bled. They laughed at me, shoved my face in the puke, made me lick it up.

gangbang rape porn rape fantasyThey shoved my face in a dirty toilet. It was covered in cum and piss, even shit.  Held my head down until I licked it all up. Used my tongue as a toilet brush cleaner. Even tried to drown me in the piss filled water. One guy pulled me back out, held me up by my throat like I was a bug he was about to squash. Threw me against the wall, until I fell to the ground, bloody and bruised. They all started kicking me in the gut and face. I was choking on blood and vomit. I was lying on the dirty floor, with open wounds when they began pissing on me. The sting was awful.  They pissed and shit down my throat. Then duct taped my mouth so I could not spit it out.

rape phone sex fantasies big titsCovered in blood, piss, vomit and shit, they forced themselves on me further. Now I was covered in cum too. I had no idea what was in store for me, until I looked up and saw the source of the death smell. Women duct taped to the wall like some morbid mural.  Blood running out of them, puddles of piss beneath them, dead or barely alive… I was the next wall decoration.

They continued violating all my holes while they took turns punching and kicking me. Someone was filming it all. Every time they punched me, I puked and had to lick it up. I was nothing more than a fuck pig and trash receptacle. Maybe the girls on the wall had it easy…. I prayed for death.

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It’s that time again!

rape phone sex fantasiesYay! It’s that time again! Time to break out the duct tape and go on the search for my newest victim. I plan on driving by the catholic school down the road to scope out any potential whores. It will soon be one girl’s unfortunate day when she gets scooped into my car for a couple days of fun that won’t end in her favor as much as she might pray and beg that it will. It’s never hard to find the right girl at those schools, they are so easy to lure over when they are waiting all alone for their ride, when I make myself look like such a sweet woman asking for some directions. I always like to bring her home to whatever man is in need of my assistance that week, I know I’m the ultimate accomplice. I always take videos of her losing her virginity and then having to suck his dick with her very own blood and juices on it. These little wanna be good girls always think that they are something special because they take sooo much longer to submit than the other little whores I pick up, but in no time I will have them begging for more. My favorite thing to make them say is “I’m your little school girl slut.” I make them tell me over and over again how much they loved to be fucked and how they are truly just a slut. They hate it when I make then do that, tears running down their face, wrists tied tightly, cum all over her hair and body. I think it’s the perfect picture. Now what I really need is someone to share in the fun, and I’m wondering, is that you?

Torture Phone Sex with Toni: Better Than a Snuff Porn Video

Torture phone sex

The snuff porn streaming on the internet is NOTHING compared to the real thing. Hearing bones break and blood drip just doesn’t sound the same through computer speakers. When I hear someone scream, I want it be because of me. I don’t just want to see someone scared, I want to see the fear in their eyes. The smell and taste of blood is only better if it came from a fresh tortured victim. Sometimes I drag a knife across their flesh just to get a quick little taste. Another method I like to use, especially when I’m taking my time, is cutting into their flesh with rose thorns. If I’m in a really sadistic mood I might even fuck their cunt or asshole with it too!

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One time I was feeling really nasty, like I often do and I did something really sick. I took the thorny rose and shoved it down some poor bastard’s piss hole. I’ve never heard a man scream like such a little bitch before so now I do it all the time.
Any day that I get to hurt or torture somebody is a good day for me, It’s my secret addiction. I’m not sure how much of a secret it is anymore, but I still don’t want everyone to know. Do you know how hard it would be to find victims if everyone knew about what I’m up to? I’m sure it would make it more difficult and there’s no way I would want that! I’m enjoying myself too much now and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. Actually, no matter what I’ll never stop! At least not until I leave a lot of bodies behind…

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The Choke

He made me call him Daddy. His voice was soothing, intelligent, and calm. His touch was firm, but somehow reassuring that what we were doing wasn’t wrong. The clamps on my nipples had finally stopped burning and numbness was setting in. As I lost feeling in my breasts, he handed me a huge dildo and told me to stick it in my ass. He said it so quietly, almost like a purr. He sat and stared and I couldn’t take my eyes from his. The thought of him hurting me seemed so real and yet so far away.

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He moved towards me and I flinched. But he hadn’t moved to hit me – he reached out his hand and brushed my hair back ever so gently. He took ahold of my wrist and began making me fuck myself even harder in the ass with the huge cock.  His intentions were maddening. Did he love me or was he toying with me like a cat does with a mouse. I was certain there was a fondness in his eyes. Maybe I reminded him of someone. Then he suddenly grabbed my throat and it startled me out of my daydream. His eyes seemed to change color, and I was terrified.

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My heart began to race and I knew he was going to hurt me. The affection was gone, and the evil inside of him was even more angry because I had seen a glimpse of softness. Now he would destroy me. He couldn’t let me stay alive because I had seen too much. I had touched something inside of him that he didn’t want touched. His grip on my throat tightened and he squeezed as hard as he could while still using my other arm to fuck my ass as fast as he could. The pain was shooting through me, but I couldn’t scream. He began whispering in my ear that I was “daddy’s pretty little slut”, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.  

My precious memories

snuff sexWhat kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?

Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however.  And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway?  When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.

When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.

I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.

Family Dinner

violent phone sexIt started off as such a pleasant dinner, until my friend’s daughter decided to get all sassy with me. I suppose she had no idea who she was talking to, and I quickly showed her that no one talks to me that way. My friend and husband knew exactly what I was going to do, as they saw me tightly gripping the carving knife. What’s some blood with our ham, I thought. Right before of course I slit that little whore’s throat right there in my formal dining room. No one even flinched or said a word, this was how most events go with my family, my husband sighed and moved the girl out of his way on his way to get seconds of the delicious dinner I had cooked. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself; my family knows what a short temper I have and how I (regularly) like to take it out on ‘unsuspecting’ girls. May they be my newest neighbor or the girl who cut me off on the highway earlier. I always get my revenge. And then I do something some might deem as ‘worse’… but it’s my very favorite part of this entire process and I couldn’t go even two days without my lips tasting the pussy of a very cold and lifeless girl. I love the power I get watching her life drain out of her eyes, it turns me on so much I always have to excuse myself to take care of business with my latest victim. Sure I like the ones who struggle and beg too, but the quiet ones are when I get the most pleasure. I have the power, I control them, and there is not a damn thing they can or will do about it! Wanna hear all the dirty details to how my dinners go normally? I’m not afraid to share…

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After last night’s party I really needed to relax and sleep off this massive hang over. I finally got home at sunrise and fell fast asleep when I started hearing screaming. For a second there I thought big daddy had gotten another one. The screaming turned into sounds of little fuckers playing. Fuck! These little fuckers were going hard. I finally got tired of it. I got up some clothes on. Did a line or 3 of my pure crystal rocks and grabbed my special candy. You know the kind of candy your parents always warned you about at Halloween. Some of it was laced with powerful drugs to make a grown man who is 300 pound be fucked up for days, and the other will cut your mouth up.

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I grab my sunglasses and go outside. All that noise and it came from two cunts! Oh I was more than ready to make them shut the fuck up. I walked past them knowing they were rude little fucks. “hey lady. what kind of candy is that? I want some. Give me some right now!” I gave them the entire fucking thing. I walked around to the bench covered by the shade and watched as they ate and ate all this candy. I started to laugh as they were tripping balls. One of them started choking and tried to puke but all that came out was blood. She was so high she just kept eating the candy. It made my pussy wet just watching them suffer. I went back to the apartment and woke big daddy up but sliding my wet pussy down on his cock. Today was a good day!

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A Nice Surprise

Gangbang rape pornJust break in and take the evidence you said, it will be easy you said.  You are full of shit!  It wasn’t easy at all.  I am not even sure why you had to pick a house that was actually occupied by a family.  You said it had something to do with giving them a nice welcome home gift when they got back from vacation.  I’m not sure if seeing your bedroom covered in blood splatter when you return from a week away is a great welcome home gift, but to you it was. 

I got in no problem and went upstairs to the Master bedroom, it was a fucking mess and a half.  I found your knife and started to leave the room but just seeing that beautiful copper color soaked into the expensive bed cover got my pussy wet.  I laid down on it and started to masturbate, I almost came too but I heard the god damn front door open. Apparently the family came home early from vacation.  Lucky me.

I got off the bed and hid in the closet.  The Father came in and turned on the light.  He stood very very still then called for his wife.  She came in and said, “What the FUCK?!?!?”  The look on their faces almost made me laugh.  I could hear the rest of the family coming up the steps, the Mom rushed out and shut the door behind her.  I could hear a small voice asking Mommy what was wrong.  Then I heard Mommy lie.  Daddy however was taking his cock out.  Now it was my time to think, “What the FUCK?!?!?”  The dude jacked off all over the bed!  What an idiot!  Daddy has a little bit of dark inside him I guess. 

He went into the bathroom and cleaned up then picked up the phone.  I wanted to yell at him about the fact that his cum was now on the same bed as the blood but what ever.  If he was stupid enough to call the cops now then he deserved whatever he got.  He hung up the phone and started to rub his cum into the bed cover, I played with my pussy, then the most amazing thing happened.  He realized what he had done, he quickly gathered up the sheets and ran out of the room.  I put my pants back on and got the fuck out of there.

As I was getting in my car three cop cars screeched to a halt outside of the house.  That stupid mother fucker is going to jail for sure.  This is all a nice surprise for me, and you, YOU, actually got away with it.  You never cease to amaze me.

Twist

Strangulation phone sexHovering over you I smile.  I’m not sure what I enjoy more.  You being tied so tightly that you cannot move, or My stocking wrapped firmly around your neck.  Are you wondering how you got yourself into this situation? You shouldn’t.  You wanted this remember? You answered the ad that I placed looking for a Sadistic play partner.  I made it very clear that you would have no say what was done after you agreed to the terms.  You had days to decided not to do this, but here you are, in My bed trying so desperately to get free so that you can push Me away.

I have news for you sweetness, that is not going to happen.  At first you loved it as I pulled off My stockings in front of you.  You commented on how beautiful and long My legs were.  You enjoyed when I pulled that silken material over your lips.  You said you could smell My perfume on them, and to top it all off, your cock started to get hard.  How cute.

Perhaps you didn’t think I would go through with it? Perhaps you thought that I would just keep it on the fantasy level and then after I was done I would untie you, you would fuck Me and then we would have drinks afterward and laugh together.  I think not.  This is all too real, and I think that with each new tightening twist of my stocking, which is digging deeper and deeper into the flesh around your neck, you are beginning to realize just how real this is.