Category: Violent phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex to the Extreme

bondage phone sexDo you like extreme bondage phone sex stories?  I have one for you.  I was partying over the weekend with some neighbor boys. Teen boys with some great weed and pills. They are not coke heads, but they party. I was out of powder, so I dressed slutty and went over to see if they would share their weed. Beggars can’t be choosers.  Plus, young horny guys like a MILF who parties, right? They were on some wild trip. The weed was laced with some sort of psychedelic drug. I took a few puffs and even I knew it wasn’t straight weed. I was feeling out of sorts. They boys were feeling mighty aggressive. They tied me like a package saying that their grass doesn’t come for free. I knew that. I was down to fuck. But, they had something more extreme in mind. Hardcore bondage and ass rape porn. I was tied in such an awkward position, I couldn’t move. That was what they wanted so they could force fuck me like savages. High school boys were gang banging me. Not a single one of them used a condom either. I protested that I could get pregnant, but the response was, “That will be your problem then, whore.” Cocks, beer bottles, fists and other odd items like flashlights assaulted my pussy and ass. I was hot and sweaty from the drugs. I was out of it, but not so out of it to not understand that I was being force fucked by boys young enough to be my sons. They enjoyed making me suck their shit covered sticks that violated my ass hole. They enjoyed using me as a toilet too. The ropes were cutting my flesh from the friction of the force of the fucking. There was no way out for me. Like a good little submissive whore, I just waited until they were done, which was almost 24 hours later. I had no idea teen boys could fuck me so hardcore for so long.

Mutilation phone sex Part 2

Mutilation phone sexMy arms and legs have been amputated, all that remains in my fuckholes for him to use, and a brain for self-tormenting. There is literally nothing I can do but be a fuck toy and maybe I will die soon. I can still feel my arms and legs, it’s a lot of pain and my mind doesn’t understand. I’m thinking about what my life has now become and I hear footsteps. My heart starts to race, he said my wounds were healed and it was time for me to be what I was made to be, just a fuck toy.
He picks me up like a rag doll and carries me under his arm like a fucking football. I wanted to fight and stab him and run away, but I can’t. He sets me on a cold metal table and shoves a tube in my ass and gives me an enema. “Fuck toys have holes for a reason, and yours will always be shit free, ha ha ha ha you’re fucked bitch.” I’m trying to move or rock my body at least to get away from the tube pushing liquid into my ass. He laughs and shakes his head. “Where do you intend to go? The floor is a good 5 foot drop, you have no arms to call anyone, and you have no legs to get up the two flights of stairs from my dungeon, you certainly can’t open a door.” He smacks my face hard and said I should get used to my role in life from now on. Crying, helpless, angry and afraid I cried daily. He would grab me like a football every time he came in; he would put me on the metal table shove the enema tube in my ass and flush me out. A few weeks in he started pinning me to the wall with rods that looked wall mounted towel racks. He would fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth and would often throat fuck me so hard I could not breathe. No legs to close or arms to push him away. He continuously tortured me, and eventually most of my body felt nothing from the torture.
Next time the tortures he did to me…

Murder phone sex Fantasies, fuck me with a knife

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Master has me in his playroom. He straps me down to the metal table naked. Him and one of his friend’s start rubbing on me. They work their way down to my already wet cunt hole. They begin to finger me. Once my tight pussy is soaking wet they begin their fun.

They start by fucking me with a broom stick. It hurts. They ram it deep into my cunt. I scream out in pain. They take away the broom stick to replace it with the handle of a thick brush. They shove that in and out of my tight wet hole as well.

Master starts to fist fuck me now. He shoves his whole fist deep inside of my stretching bald cunt. I begin to cry. He punches his fist inside me over and over.

I think he is done when he takes his fist out. I am wrong. His friend takes a knife. I think he is going to fuck me with the handle. Wrong again. He stabs my soaking wet cunt hole. Over and over he slices my tight pussy. I beg him to stop.

Everything goes dark. My pussy is gushing out blood as he fucks me harder with the blade. I feel myself grow cold as my bloody pussy betrays me as I squirt out my juices onto his knife.

Torture sex

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I was at the club in a public bathroom by myself. I was obviously very drunk and fucked up. I guess I should not have made myself oh so vulnerable. I was washing my hands and the next thing I see is my face pushed up against the stained walls. A mans hand was squeezing my hair around his knuckles and he was biting my neck.

I tried to squirm away from his grip but he just pressed into me harder. My dress lifted above my ass and I felt him rip my panties off. His cock penetrated my ass hole, ripping the tight muscles apart. He was fucking the front of me up the wall, with each huge hard thrust into me. He stripped my dress off of me more.

He pinched my nipples so hard that I am pretty sure they came off. He turned my body around, so that I was facing him and he put a knife right against my pussy mound. He stabbed it right into my pussy, making blood gush down my thighs. Even my screams cant be heard because of the loud house music playing outside.

He uses my blood for lube and forces his cock harder in and out of my cunt. I know he is going to  kill me.

Bondage Phone Sex is Not Always Tame

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead.  In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit.  I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation.  This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.

snuff pornWhen I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms.  Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the  knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…

Mutilation phone sex, becoming just a toy

I was taken to a dark room, so dark and quiet and cold. I was trying to see anything at all and it was just dark. I heard soft footsteps on carpet coming toward me. Then all I could hear was breathing, then a needle poke. It stung badly, but suddenly I could not move my limbs. I could not move my arms or legs or even wiggle my toes! I started to panic and whimper and the captor smacked something across my thighs. I stopped whimpering immediately, but tears streamed down my face. A voice said “You are going to be my sex slave forever; you won’t be able to escape after what I am going to do to you.” The voice was raspy like a smoker and smelled like whiskey. I couldn’t move but I could feel everything he was doing. He put tight rubber type things around my upper legs and arms. It seemed like forever until I felt him touching me again. My arms and legs were hurting where the bands were. The voice again said “When you wake up whore, you will be a whole new fuck toy.”

Mutilation phone sex
Groggy and feeling sick, I kept my eyes closed. I could feel a little pain but I am not sure why. I go in and out for quite a while. I think it was a few days later when I woke up and started screaming. I was able to move my head and neck but there was nothing when I tried to move my arms and legs. I looked down and they were gone, nothing but stumps covered with bandages and seeping blood!! I screamed as loud as I possibly could.
You come into the dark room, and I am still screaming and crying. “How will you ever get away?” He laughs, putting a hand on my cheek and moving it down my body.
To be continued…..

Gather round freaks, I’ve got a story for you

torture sexI got a good story to tell you today, all about 3 sluts and 1 man whore. I have a true hate for sluts and fuckboys. I hate that shit, so I decided to give them all a little taste of gore before their brutal deaths. They all stay fucked up, they’re drug addicts and alcoholics and anything to keep them numb keeps them happy so it was easy for me to lure them to my house. Emily, Carmen, and Ashley were too busy getting high to notice I had their little boyfriend by the throat. Tying him up tight and gagging him so he could watch me destroy all three of his personal little whores. Since he likes being choked so much I took it up a notch and started breaking shit. He was starting to get scared like a little bitch and that’s when my whores noticed. I took it upon myself to play a little game, they all had to choose what would happen to each other. Body parts being cut off and used to fuck them with, blood and more blood. Shit and piss and puke. The tears of course from all four of them. They all begged me if they could talk, for mercy. They deserved none however, I though deserved to cum from my twisted games.

My Man’s Debt

Sadistic phone sex Layla

 

My man owed his drug dealer a lot of money, so he gave me to him instead. This isn’t the first time he’s used me like currency. When he gives me away I know I have to be a good girl and obey. His dealer likes to be cruel. He makes me wear a leash and beats me for the tiniest mistakes. He has a girlfriend and she’s just as cruel; she’ll make me lick the soles of her feet and eat her pussy for hours. They think it’s funny to fuck me with odd objects like bottles and cucumbers. When I’m hungry they make me eat my meals off of the floor. And I better address them as Master and Mistress or that’s just another reason to beat me. I love my man, and I don’t see any way out of these horrible situations. I pray everyday for the strength to leave.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fun

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex? I know, you wonder how that works. A couple ways actually. I love to choke myself. I practice erotic autoerotic asphyxiation. I have an array of scarves I can use around my neck, even a few belts. I know how to choke myself. Of course I prefer you to strangle me. I have this guy who enjoys throttling my throat as I give him head. I masturbated with him. Sometimes I cum right before I pass out. I go to clubs where I can practice autoerotic asphyxiation to hone my craft. But I digress.  I just wanted you to understand that I take strangle fantasies seriously. The other way this works is with roleplay phone sex. I love fantasy calls that result in my dismemberment even death. Why? Because I am a twisted girl with very dark desires. Strangulation phone calls really get me off because I can practice auto erotic asphyxiation while we fantasize about your hands around my neck. I can be your cheating whore woman. I can be the chick that dissed you. I can be the submissive whore that I am. The girls on this site are here for your taboo phone needs. Nothing too extreme or taboo for me; but if you call me for a strangle fantasy, know that I will be wrapping a pretty silk scarf around my neck and rubbing my clit.

Snuff sex, the kidnapping and toture

First I was hooded and then stuffed into a trunk. The ride was bumpy and the car I was in was loud and smelled bad. I could feel the trunk being carried and dropped. I felt like I was going to pass out. The hood and the closed trunk, there was very little oxygen. As I was beginning to feel like there was no more air, the trunk lid opened and I was yanked out. Standing, my clothes were cut off and the hood was removed, and a gag was put across my mouth. He sat me down on a chair and my arms were tied behind me and my legs chained to the floor. There was no escaping and I didn’t know what was going to happen.

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I waited a long time for the torturer to return. He walked in the room with a tray that had several different tools on it including the one he used first. It looked like a heavy duty pliers. He clamped it on my clit and I screamed with agony. It felt like he was trying to cut my clit off. He started whipping my legs and stomach harder and harder until I had bloody welts all over. He continued his torture with a by putting two vise grips on my nipples and almost totally closed them. My nipples were flat and bleeding then he smacked my tits with the cane he was whipping me with and I cried from the pain. He laughed with each sob. Just wait until later, snuff bitch whore, you will die.