Light emanating from my body, a flowing white gown gently touches the floor. Floating above myself I watch the dark shadow approach, smothering the light. Replacing it with something sinister. Innocents leaves and is replaced with evil. the feeling overtakes me and I hear the whisper in my ear. The voice a low growl, sends shivers of delight up my spine. It leads me from the comfort of my home and out into the chill of the night air. My nipples harden and I can feel the juices dripping down my inner thigh. Blindly I follow the instructions being given. I stop in front of the well manicured yard. The same one that she was in earlier, working hard with her long braids and her tight young body. A vision of that earlier scene appears before me as if in a dream. The longing in my loins is a burning flame building slowly becoming uncontrollable. I feel him walking up behind me and the heat of his breath is on my neck. Every nerve in me is alive with sadistic desire to experience his teen rape fantasy. We move together in unison to commit the act that we both long to have. Peering in her bedroom window we see the pretty pink letters over her bed spelling out her name “BECKA”. By the night lights glow her face is almost angelic as she sleeps. The window is open to the night air and the screen easily slips out. We climb through and approach her bed. Placing my hand over her mouth I hold her down and watch his hands slid up her thighs as she squirms to be free. Her eyes wide as tears slip quietly down her cheeks. My heart beats faster watching him take her. I whisper encouragement telling him it is OK. Guiding him every step of the way as he molests her young underdeveloped body. She is our victim this night. Soon she will be a fallen angel. No longer pure, tainted by our desires and filled with the hot cum of his throbbing cock. We cum together in the dark, breathing heavy and delighting in the pleasure that she brings us. What is taboo to others is so right for us. We are united by a craving so strong that we can’t fight it. Letting go and giving in to the only thing that satisfies our lust….sweet young victims of the night. I wake up in a puddle of cum and know I need more. Won’t you join me?
Category: Taboo phone sex
Fallen Angel
Cassandra’s Hardcore Rape Porn Fantasies
Have you heard that old saying be careful what you wish for? Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy and his friends violated my ass repeatedly, I have been an anal whore who gets off on rape phone sex fantasies. Daddy is the reason I am a submissive slut today. I told one of my girlfriends about my hardcore rape porn fantasies. Girls tell each other everything; even our darkest secrets and fantasies. I guess she violated my trust and told her boyfriend about my naughty thoughts.
I was walking home from the club the other night. I got too drunk to drive. Well, too drunk to find my keys is more like it. My friend’s boyfriend Chris saw me teetering on my stripper shoes as I meandered down the sidewalk and offered me a ride home. He didn’t take me to my home, but his. I insisted he take me home, but he got really rough with me. Grabbed me by the hair dragging me up his front stairs. He shoved me inside his front door where I was grabbed by a few other men. I am a dirty slut, but I don’t fuck a friend’s man. Ho’s before bro’s is my motto.
His friends ripped my clothes off despite my kicking and screaming. Guess I was fighting too much so they tied me up. So tight I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. Despite my pleas, they force fucked my ass and pussy, even skull fucked my face. Their cocks were so hard. I thought I would be wet because of my fantasies, but I was anything but wet. Because my pussy was dry, it felt like my pussy was tearing in two with every thrust. One guy asked if I was a virgin whore because I started bleeding. It hurt so bad I felt like a virgin again. All three took turns dumping cum in one of my fuck holes. I felt violated and ashamed.
After they each shot their seed in me, I thought it was over, that I could go home. Chris had other plans. “So you like to be force fucked do you Cassie,” he said in a creepy tone? His friend came out with a tray of all sorts of ominous objects to violate me with. A baseball bat; a whiskey bottle; a barbell; a lava lamp; a fraternity paddle; even his furry companion. “Let’s see how much you really enjoy those fantasies,” he said with a smirk. They force fucked my ass and cunt with things not meant to be inside a woman like that. My ass and pussy bled like a stuck pig. No lube, no saliva, just hardcore sodomy with huge objects. They laughed and giggled the entire time. I just cried and begged for mercy.
Finally, they finished with me. Untied me so I could clean up. It hurt to pee. My pussy was split in two. One of my labia lips was severed. My asshole had prolapsed. I was in gut wrenching pain. They were kind enough to call me a cab. I crawled into bed. Blood stained my sheets. All I could hear in my head was “be careful what you ask for. It just may come true.”
I do it for you…
Some times I do bad things on purpose, so You will punish me, I guess I need more training…. I don’t know why I do it, defiance, punishment, pain, pleasure it all starts to merge together and not make sense to me, and I can be very good for a while, but I love to touch my tight pussy, I will beg to touch it, I know I deserve to be punished severely when I disobey You, and I am at peace with that. The pain makes me high. It puts me in a place that is more pleasurable than having sex. I disobey you for a reason. I am your dog, your slave, your bitch. I obey you most of the time.. but There is this wild animal in me that needs to deify you. I need to see you angry. Watching you bite your lip, squeeze your fits and hit me, make me so fucking wet. Seeing the anger in your eyes is intoxicating. At that moment I know I am your next torture product until you feel better. Spending hours with you, watching your evil smile as you cut into me. Makes me more than high.
Club Hematolagnia: Vampires, Blood and Femdom
When this guy asked me to go to this upscale new Goth club with him, I jumped at the chance. Club Hematolagnia is rumored to be highly exclusive with the finest red wine in the world. Plus, my date has the best coke in town. Pretty sure if I fucked him the bathroom, he would give me a few bumps to party with later. I felt out of place. Lots of women with pale complexions like mine, but I was the only redhead. I was also the only female sub in the club. The club had what appeared to be sex bathrooms. Huge rooms with a toilet, vanity and bathtubs big enough for two. Dave sent me into one. I saw the douches and enemas lined up on the back of the potties and assumed I was to clean myself out before fucking anyone in the club. The tub I guess was to wash myself up afterwards. Wrong and wrong.
As I was sitting on the toilet cleaning out my dirty fuck holes, a tall dominant woman with jet black hair entered. Perhaps Dave intended on sharing me with another woman. I was down for that. What occurred next, was nothing I could have even imagined. “You smell delicious,” the dark beauty said. She offered me a glass of wine, which made me queasy. The next thing I knew I was naked on the floor covered in blood. I panicked, but I did not appear hurt for once. The mysterious woman was in the tub with my date, Dave, but he did not look conscious. He was slumped over, his wrist hanging over the tub, blood dripping from a huge slash to his artery.
Morticia was masturbating in a tub of blood, my date’s blood, while sipping on wine. It wasn’t wine she was drinking, wasn’t wine I drank either, but blood. Fresh blood. This was no ordinary club, not even a typical sub bar. I was in fetish club, vampire fetish to be exact. She saw the look of horror on my face as I tried to escape. Nowhere to run. The bathroom door was guarded by a huge fellow with a big knife. I was next I thought. My need for coke would finally kill me. “Stop your crying pretty lady,” she said softly. This is a femdom club. We don’t kill pretty ladies, just stupid men.”
I was not a dominate woman, however. I thought surely she will realize this and kill me. I was instructed to join her in the blood bath. My date’s obviously drained carcass was removed by the armed guard and tossed on a gurney. I stepped into the tub with trepidation, but the warm sticky liquid that quickly engulfed my body made my pussy wet. I submerged myself in Dave’s blood. I toasted my dark beauty and drank a glass of his blood as an initiation into this exclusive Femdom goth club. The terms of membership were explained very clearly to me. I must bring one male for feeding to the club per week. I must never reveal the location or specifics of the club. I must consume a glass of blood a day. And, I must serve my new master in whatever way she deems, no matter how dark her request may be. All violations of the rules, punishable by death by bloodletting.
This was a twist. Submissive to women, dominant to men. Can I do it? I better, my life depends on it. So which of you is going to offer yourself up willingly to be vampire bait? Surely, there are men who recognize their high potential. Feeding sexy femdom vampires is not a bad way to die for a submissive male. May not be a bad way to die for a submissive female either.
The Notebook and Torture Sex
Torture Sex makes me wet. Ever since I was a young girl watching slasher and horror films I knew that I would never be a Nicolas Sparks kind of chick. In fact, his movies, like “The Notebook,” make me homicidal. I lost a bet when that movie came out. I was just a teen school girl then, a goth girl with few friends, much like today. After the movie, I wanted to punch kittens and stuff, but I like animals way too much, so I took my aggression out on some pussy instead. There was this insipid girl sitting behind me in the theater. Perfect hair; perfect nails; perfect boyfriend; perfect bitch.
I followed her after the show, until I knew she was alone. Drugged her with some chloroform, dragged her back to my place, threw her in the basement and waited for her to wake up to play. I had her naked on a table, bright lights blinding her. I had my own private torture chamber. I still do, just now it has grown, become even a darker, more twisted place. I affixed mouse traps to her pussy lips and pulled them as far to the side as I could. I had fun sticking hat pins in her clit; fucking her with metal rods; burning her cunt with cigarettes…. The best was jabbing her uterus with an ice pick. To say it made me hot to ruin her girl parts would be a gross understatement. I was wet, but I wanted to get off harder. I put a chain around her neck and rigged it so there would be a chain hook attached to her worthless pussy too.As I hoisted her in the air, the chain pulled and tugged at her clit, eventually yanked it right off. Blood spurted from a hole that was once associated with pleasure. Her screams, her tears, her blood got me so wet that I had to touch myself. I came so hard knowing I had mutilated her junk. The more she pleaded and begged and asked why, the harder I rubbed myself. I even squirted on her. When I let her down, her pussy was so mangled it looked like raw hamburger meat. I wore a mask and with the lights, I knew she could never identify me. I resisted the urge to snuff her out. I left her alone on the table sobbing in pain and fear for a few minutes. I returned with my sewing kit and a rat. Her pussy was gaping open so I shoved the rat deep inside her, then stitched her worthless cunt up so the rodent would gnaw and scratch its way out.
I tossed her naked, tortured body along the highway then went home to do my schoolwork. The next day I got off again reading about the random act of violence against a local socialite in the newspaper. This was my first foray into torture sex, but certainly not my last. Bonus, now every time someone mentions that awful movie “The Notebook”, I get wet remembering my first torture sex. Not enough to make me endure it again, however.
So Last Night at the Bar…
So last night I was pretty tired of the typical scene so I go out to the local dive bar. I am sitting there feeling pretty good and I notice this guy checking me out. He was a little to mild for my taste but it had been a slow week and so I thought…what the hell.
I went into the girls room first to do a couple lines and he follows me in! I love a guy who can take charge so I am starting to feel a little better about this guy. That’s when he tells me some story about needing my help with a situation in the back.
Normally I would be bored to tears but he promised me a little nose candy and like I said, it had been a slow week.
So I follow him down a hall to a backroom in the bar where I see this girl laying on a couch. She is being held down by two other guys while she is getting finger fucked by another girl. I had seen her around town before. The guys all said she was a tease because she always wore flirty little skirts and smiled all sweet but she never gave it up. Didn’t look like she had much of a choice tonight!
The two guys saw me standing there and kicked the other bitch to the floor. That is when the guy grabbed me by the hair and yanked my arm behind my back and forced me to my knees in front of the whore on the couch.
I don’t do girls, especially sloppy wet cunts like this one so I was putting up a good fight! The guy back handed me pretty hard and told me that I had better do what they said!
The guy behind me shoved my face into her sloppy wet pussy and held it there until I started to slurp up the mess the other bitch left. They were all laughing and pawing at the girl on the couch, saying that since she would never give it up to a guy, it must be because she liked girls and they were just giving her what she wanted!
The guy behind me handed me a dildo and told me to fuck her the same way he is going to fuck me and then lifted my skirt and slammed his cock in my tight little fuck hole! Normally, I am the victim not the accomplice. And I don’t know if it was her stupid crying or this guy ramming his cock in my cunt, but I was really getting into this! So I shoved that fake fuck stick in her worn out little virgin pussy just the way he was doing it to me!
Eventually, the other slut was to tired to fight so the guys let go of her lifeless body and took turns fucking each of our mouths! That salty cream was so good! Of course the dumb newbie didn’t swallow and was letting it run out of her tired mouth but I wasn’t going to let that yummy juice go to waste, and began to lick it off her chin. It was still just as good second hand!
We stayed in that room most of the night taking turns on the girl and the men taking turns on me. Even the slutty tease started to get into it! Turned out it was a good night after all!
Accomplice Phone Sex is the Best: Killing is More Fun with Two
My protégé Amy, the young daughter of my favorite sadistic accomplice, called me in a panic. She was babysitting and something went awry. When I arrived to the house she was at, it looked like the home of the Devil’s rejects. Blood splattered on the walls, even the ceiling. I could smell the carnage and it made me wet. “Amy dear, what happened, I inquired?” As she explained it, mommy and daddy came home early and caught her having naughty fun with the brats in her charge. Guess the parents got their panties in a bunch over a little knife play on young flesh. Amy went all Lizzie Borden on the family out of fear. She is young still. I’m training her to kill with less emotion. As I assessed the situation, I realized there was quite a bit of clean up necessary. Four bodies were still twitching, barely alive, but alive none the less.
The little ones just required some face sitting to snuff them out. They suffocate so easily at that young age. I put mom in the bathtub. Stripped her naked, then assaulted her fuck holes. I could say it was to make it look like an intruder had force fucked her then killed the family, but really it was just for fun. I fisted her pussy, while Amy shoved a baseball bat up her ass. We didn’t finish her off until we had a little fun with her pretentious worthless holes. One sharp stab in the gut with my knife, and the cunt bled out in the tub. I let Amy finish off Daddy. Suggested she castrate him first. She sliced off all his man parts. I was so proud if her when she tossed his junk out back so the coyotes could feast. She slit his throat, masturbated as she watched the blood spurt from his jugular.
Finishing off the picture perfect family was easy. Staging the house to look like some random act of violence was more difficult, but a perfect chance to school my young disciple in the finer details of killing. My method of madness is to stage a home like a frenzied killer looking for drug money or something similar broke in the house. The random senseless acts of violence are rarely solved. I am the perfect killing machine. Methodical, emotionless, creative and intelligent. Amy is in good hands. No one will ever know either of us were there. It turned out to be a fun night. Sometimes the best fun is unexpected. I always enjoy killing more with an accomplice.
Mother Goose Gore
I figured I would write my own book for little ones to read. A book that I could read to the little ass holes to scare them and watch the fear on their tiny little chubby faces. A way to torture them and make them fear their most beloved nursery rhymes. Oh how evil my laugh will be as they squeal at the horrid words I will sing to them. I hope you enjoy my devious collection, I know we will when we have fun with them together. Ha ha.
My version of 1,2 buckle my shoe;
1, 2 I am watching you
3, 4, gonna taste you whore
5, 6, Put your cunt on a stick
7, 8, Let you bake
9, 10 That’s your end.
The old lady who lived in a shoe
There was an old bitch who lived in a shoe
She bread lots of brats and she knew what to do;
sold them to men for money and let them cut off their heads;
The ones who lived, were tortured and beaten
Some of the ass holes were even eaten.
Im a little PGirl (Instead of teapot. HaHa)
Im a little Pgirl
Tiny and thin
When you come over
My knife goes right in
Lets have a good time
Help me out
Rip them open n’ tear their guts right out.
Wha Wha Little Bitch (should be bah bah black sheep)
Wha, Wha,
Stupid Slut
Wanna Suck
His Cock?
Yes please,
Yes please,
Till my bellies full.
Knife to the kidney,
Tear open your ass
Your about to
Die you cunt
Better hope
You die fast
Ha, Ha
Stupid slut
Still wanna
Suck that cock?
I’ll take your silence
That you have no guts to stuff.
The Wrong Bar to Score Drugs
I knew the moment I walked in to score some coke, this was no ordinary bar. A wholesome looking soccer mom with a dirty habit stood out like a sore thumb in this leather biker bar. But, the bartender is known for having the best coke for the cheapest price in town. I tried to act like I fit in as I walked up to the bar, but I was shaking in my pumps. “You look like someone I want to abuse,” the bartender informed me. I felt eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. “I’m clearly in the wrong place,” I stammered. I pivoted on my heels to leave, but he grabbed me gruffly by my red mane, yanked me back. “Not so soon MILFY. I know what you want and I got what you need,” he seethed before slamming my face down on the bar.
Dizzy from the blow to my head, I teetered in my pumps until I collapsed over a table. Before I could regain my composure, strangers were pulling my clothes off. Dazed and confused, men violated my holes. I felt fists being shoved up my cunt and my ass. Men were pissing down my throat. I was being violated in the worst way. The creepy bartender came around me from behind. Grabbed my red locks so hard I thought my hair would pull out from the roots. He started force fucking my ass. I started to cry, but I got my mouth muffled with huge cock. “Nothing more we hate than soccer moms slumming for drugs,” he spewed. They used my ass as a cum dump for hours, my body as a punching bag.
When they were finished with me, they spit in my face, tossed me an eight ball and the bartender told me to get my skanky ass out of his bar. Battered, filled with cum, bloody, sore, humiliated, I crawled outside to my car where I guess I passed out. I woke up with WHORE written across my forehead in what appeared to be my blood. I knew that bar looked sketchy, but I needed a fix badly. At least I got it.