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I was out at a bar when a handsome older man offered to buy me a drink. I shyly accepted and took the drink. I began to feel a little woozy and dizzy. I woke up tied to a bed with my clothes torn from my body. I realized he had drugged and kidnapped me to take me home and use me as his slut. I pulled on the ropes but it was no use, they were too tight. He had a camera and was filming me and stroking himself as he watched me struggle. He told me we were going to film some Snuff porn today. He jammed a finger into my pussy and began pumping it in and out as I screamed in pain. He slowly added more fingers until his whole fist was inside of me, he was basically punching in and out of me. My pussy was bleeding and swollen by the time he was done. He took a flogger made of rusty strings of barbed wire and began to slap it across my body from my pussy to my tits until I was bloody and covered in oozing cuts. Climbed on top of me and pushed his hard cock into my bloody cunt and began to fuck me. While he pounded my pussy he took a finger and jammed it into my asshole. I screamed in pain as he tore through my rosebud. When he finished, my body was bloody and sore and my pussy oozed blood and semen.

Blair paid with her blood

rape phone sex fantasiesBlair has a bad habit of owing bad people money and the bitch never learns her lesson no matter how many times someone fucks her up. Well, this time she fucked up big time because she ended up owing a friend of mine and he is one sadistic son of a bitch! He dragged her to me by her hair and threw her at my feet and told me that I could do whatever I wanted to do to her, how could I resist an offer like that?? I strung that bitch up and left her hanging there for hours, I’m sure her whole body was aching, the urge to stretch her body out must have been a crushing need by that point but she knew better than to complain about it. That’s when I put on my biggest strap on cock, 18 inches of black rubber wrapped in razor wire and I slid that sucker all the way up inside her. She couldn’t help but scream and the razor wire cute her pussy into ribbons but I didn’t stop. I fucked that whore until I was tired and then left her hanging there to see if she wold bleed to death. So far she’s clinging to life but we will see what happens…

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Fantasy Phone Sex Gets Dirty

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex can be twisted. I know. I am riddled with dark desires. Sometimes, my dark desires become living nightmares, however. I was getting high with a bunch of guys and we played a game of “Would You Rather.” I said I would rather be gangbanged in a dirty alley than go to jail. I mean, most women would, right? A night of rough sex is better than months, even years of no freedom in my opinion. That has changed. They dragged me outside and decided to see if I really felt that way. They stripped me naked in a dirty alley riddled with trash, glass and hobos. They started gangbanging the shit out of me. I could feel rocks grinding into my ass and back. I think a dirty needle even pricked me. Cocks were rammed in an out of me as I fought and pleaded. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they invited the homeless men over to piss on me and fuck me if they wanted. I had smelly, drunk hobos fucking me. I was covered in their urine. Thank goodness, I was high. It seemed like a bad nightmare more than a gangbang rape porn. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t happen, but the cuts and bruises all over my body tell a different story.

Bloody sex

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Daddy likes to get me all bloody when he fucks me. He tortures me for a while with knives and razor blades and cruel leather whips until my skin is split and bloody. He took a sharp knife and ran it from the middle of my tits and down between my pussy lips, cutting the skin the whole way. Then he used a razor blade to split my small but sensitive little nipples until they gushed with blood. By the time he’s done with me, I’m a soaking bloody mess and the room looks like a murder scene. That’s when he’s ready to brutally force fuck my holes and enact out his darkest and most twisted snuff rape fantasies on my small and defenseless body. He jams his cock into my torn and bloody holes and fucks me until I’m screaming in pain and cumming at the same time. Daddy loves seeing my blood on his hard cock.

Sexual Depravity

Accomplice phone sexIt seems the tables have turned.  You surprised me instead.  I walked into the house and there you were, with all these little presents all wrapped up with rope awaiting me.  You came over to me with a glass of champagne and I told you I would be right back.  I put something on for you, because there was a certain way I wanted my gifts unwrapped.  When I walked back in, I grabbed my glass then instructed you. 

I decided to make a little game out of the whole thing.  You had already placed the tarps and heavy gauge plastic on the walls and over the windows.  The music was blaring and you had your shirt off.  I wasn’t the only one watching what you were doing, the gifts were too.  Once in a while they would look at me and I would just give then a little smirk.  After you were done setting up, I motioned for you to come over to me.

I told you that for each one you destroyed, I would take off a piece of clothing.  If you did a good enough job, we would even fuck.  You pulled a chair over and I sat down to watch the show.  If the music hadn’t of been so loud I would of been able to hear their screams.  Desperate, ear piercing, and full of pain.  I watched their faces though.  I always watch their faces.

You were in your element.  You deftly dealt with them, one by one, those sweet little gifts were unwrapped in the most delicious and horrible manner.  One by one an article of clothing came off, until I was wearing nothing but my stockings and heels.  As the last of the light went out in the last gift’s eyes I moved toward you.  You pulled me to you and we fucked right there on all the discarded wrapping.

Snuff

Snuff phone sex We went out and I thought you were a perfect gentleman. We ate, danced, and drank for hours. You were making me laugh and feeling great all night long. You help me in your car and into your house. I am so ready to fuck you. I am thinking I am in for a great night of lovemaking. You let me freshen up in the bathroom and when I walk out you backhand me breaking my nose. I fall to the floor screaming “what the hell!” You keep silent and begin to kick me in the face, tits, and stomach. I try to block your blows but I can’t. I am screaming and crying and you start to drag me down some stairs. I can see thru my teary eyes we are in the basement. You throw me up on a table and cuff my wrists and ankles down. I see a shiny object in your hands and before I can tell what it is you start to gut me like a fish.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies entertains me. I enjoy killing a bitch, so you may fuck her warm dead cunt. Jason and I make great partners. He picks out a bitch and I stalk her. He spotted this teen princess at his local coffee shop. She is a spoiled mean girl who comes into his Starbucks daily after school with her posse. We planned everything. I lured her to my car with the promise of a role in a movie I was casting. Jason chloroformed her. We drove her to my kill shack. He had some fun with her alive pussy first. He wanted to compare the difference.  I had some fun with her too. Torture sex always makes me wet. I cut her entire body up. I made a pentagram on her stomach. Carved whore on her forehead. Then, I sliced off her nipples and her clit. She kept passing out from the pain until I slapped her a wake. Jason fucked her as I held the knife to her throat. I planned on slicing her pretty throat the moment he came inside her. He could say he fucked a girl, then fucked her as she was dying and fucked her dead pussy without needing to remove his dick from her pussy. He did get blood spatter all over his face as I slit her throat. Me bad. He didn’t seem to mind, however. In fact, he fucked her harder, using some of the blood as lube. She was making some sexy gasping / gurgling sounds as she struggled for air. She was dead a few minutes later. Jason kept fucking her dead body. He said he pussy was just as tight and warm as it was when she was alive. He came all over her dead corpse. We fucked in the pool of blood before disposing of her body. Don’t knock it before you try it.

Brutal Beating

Snuff sexMy worthless holes have taken quite the brutal beating but that’s exactly what a snuff sex whore like me deserves! It’s a bloody mess and i’m left in a pool of my own guts after being stomped on and left for dead. This body of mine has absolutely no purpose besides being a fuck doll for anyone that wants to have their way with me. Smash my fuckin face in with a crowbow until my brains are spilling out. Don’t I look so much better when I am completely mutilated and my face is all cracked?! Finish me off and cut my pathetic body into pieces. I’m nothing besides a bag of skin and bones which have essentially been turned into mush! Stab into my organs with the sharp edges of my broken bones. You jerk off to my pain and that cock goes crazy! Spit on me and piss all over me, add insult to injury and pour salt into my open wounds! I am such a fucking worthless whore! Only the very worst for a disgusting snuff bitch!

Torture Sex Nightmare

torture sexI had a torture sex nightmare last night. I woke up in a ball of sweat, scared for my life. You were not very nice too me. In fact, you could have killed me. I think you wanted too but I woke up. I remember we met at a bar. You bought me a lot of drinks. Perhaps, you spiked my last drink, or it was just one too many because I don’t remember leaving the bar. My memory was foggy, still is. I was at a bar with a cute guy then I was chained to a wall in a basement. The first face I saw was yours. You were whipping my voluptuous body and calling me a whore. I was scared but trapped. I acted like a pain slut but that made you whipped me harder. I know I am not the only girl you did this too because I saw the collection of purses in the corner. You have been at this awhile. Somehow, I got away. I may be the only one who got away. Honestly, I thought I just had an awful nightmare, but I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find my purse. Then, when I went into the bathroom, I saw the welts all over my body. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It is just I can’t remember who your were or how I got out.

Ubi Ponat Daemoniorum

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I am that little darkness that sits on your shoulder.  The one that tells you to go on, nobody will know, take it, hurt it, fuck it, kill it.  You try so hard to ignore me, but you cannot.  It might take minutes, hours, or years, but you will give in.  When you do, I promise it will be the most incredible feeling in the universe. Every day you allow more and more of those little thoughts that I planted to creep in.  You lose yourself in them, smiling to yourself.  Each time you do, I gain a little more ground.  When you are sleeping I flood your dreams with despicable acts of beautiful cruelty.  You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, frightened, do not worry, you will come to love those sexually deviant nightmares.

You will welcome those images like you welcome a dear friend into your home. You will start to see them in all things you do.  The dark temptation becomes harder and harder to resist. You keep telling yourself, “No!”, bringing yourself back from the brink of committing a vile act of immense pleasure.  The point comes where you do not block out my words, you long for them to call to you every minute of every day.  You feel something building inside of you, at first it is a want.  Then it becomes a need, a craving that you cannot satisfy.

I whisper continuously into your subconsciousness.  I become your safe place.  Without the dreams, words, thoughts you feel lost, you beg for me to continue. I do.  You are mine now, the things that I tell you to do, you do without question.  They make you feel powerful, they make you feel like nothing bad can ever happen to you.  You carry out the tasks with precision, with glee, with my blessing.  I’m the little darkness that sits on your shoulder, until you become what I want, then I will go quiet.  You will be left broken, exhausted, unable to survive without my words, the misery will become great, you will cry out only to be met with silence.  However, I will return, I will revel in what I have created in you, in your life, the chaos, the pain, the tortured thoughts of all you did for me and that will sustain me until I find another who I want.