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Thanksgiving Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are on the rise. Maybe it is the holidays or the virus or a combination of many things. Who knows, but this soccer mom has taken a virtual pounding. I love being able to help guys work out their aggression. Unlike my stepson, most of my callers only have fantasies that they would never act out. My stepson does not have fantasies. He acts out everything. He has hated me since his father married me. I was the mistress. I was supposed to be the side piece not the new wife. Holidays are a sore spot for him. He always gets drunk and gets even. We had a nice small family Thanksgiving. I thought it went well. Honestly, he was on good behavior. But later that night, he followed me when I snuck out of the house to get a fix. I would later find out it was a set up. He had spoofed my phone making me think I was meeting my dealer to get some coke. He led me right to a gangbang rape porn. There was no dealer. There were no drugs. Just a bunch of his friends willing to force fuck his stepmom for him. I had no idea I was walking into a trap. As soon as I was in the secret meeting place, the door shut, the lights came on and I saw the men. They looked like hungry vultures. They started to paw at me. It felt like I was going to be torn limb from limb. They yanked my arms so hard, I felt my arm pull right out of the socket. When I saw my stepson, I knew I had been set up. His civility at dinner was masking his plan to have me gang banged against my will. He let his friends do his dirty work. They fisted me. They sodomized me. They broke me both spiritually and physically.  And all for a 20-year-old grudge.

Dinner Date Dine and Slash

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It was a Dine and Slash kind of Holiday. I had a dinner date with an old friend for Thanksgiving. It was with his family. I really don’t get along with the suburbia family fuck feasts of annoyances. I hate family, and why I killed off my own eons ago. We don’t talk about the ‘rents. I did not kill my sister though but she is out of the country. I have just broken up with my boyfriend and this old friend stopped by. WE had some good times in school ducking classes, smoking pot, dropping acid and creating havoc. We always snuck out at night to cause more havoc and play in the cemetery. It was with him that I dug my first fresh corpse up to fuck. But that was years ago.

He is a very gay sadistic. We have so much fun together. He invited me to his lovers family home so we can create our old school kind of fun… His lover would not be there. In fact we weren’t exactly invited. He was sick of the fucking wanks always upsetting his lover with their overly narrow and religious views. We showed up as though we were old friends and pushed our way in the home. The feast was great, we helped ourselves as the family was detained and forced to watch us enjoy their feast. The wine flowed but so did the blood. Carving knives are wonderful for carving more than a turkey. I rather enjoyed slicing up some human. I slit throats, arteries and cocks. We really enjoyed it and I enjoyed fucking the father. He was a minister and I have a very unholy affliction for priests. I fucked his throbbing cock before the slashing began. My friend fucked their turkey full of spunk. We cut the holy mans prick off and prepared it in some oil and garlic and enjoyed sharing it before dousing the home in fire and dashing on down the road, covered in blood.

 

Ass Rape Porn Roleplay

ass rape pornAss rape porn was not how I planned on celebrating Thanksgiving. I have no family. My mom left me when I was a wee girl. My daddy just beat me and fucked me until I ran away. I may have siblings I do not know about, but I have not seen my parents since the 90s. Holidays are rather lonely times for a worthless bimbo like me. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I got dressed up and went to a local tavern. I did not know that they had to close by 10 pm because of COVID. I had only been there an hour, so I was nowhere near drunk. This handsome man asked me if I wanted to keep the party going. He looked harmless. He seemed nice. I did not want to be alone, so I went back to his place with him. He was not very tall. Nor was he beef caked up. I figured I could take him being as tall as I am if his inner devil made an appearance. I was not prepared to be drugged. I should no better than that. I guess I let the holiday blues cloud my better judgement. I woke up naked tied to a workout bench with his cock in my ass. I tried to fight, but he had me duck taped to this bench. He was calling me Margie. I think he was living out some of his rape phone sex fantasies for a woman named Margie. He was in some violent fugue state. He was just fucking me. Making no sense. Violent, intense thrusts in my ass. The force with which he penetrated me with, rubbed my arms against the bar, breaking the tape. I got loose, but not for long.  He slapped me hard. I stumbled backwards and he tackled me. He kept calling me Margie as he continued to sodomize me. Eventually he passed out and I got away. Not without some damage to my asshole, however. Maybe Margie rejected him or was his sister who cock teased him. If you need a holiday escape, maybe I can offer you some violent roleplay phone sex fun?

Watching Violent Phone Sex Snuff Flicks

violent phone sexThis Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my caller’s most wicked and violent phone sex fantasies. I love being your snuff doll. The darker your mind, they wetter my cunt. I enjoy Gothic Vampire fantasies to violent dismemberment ones and everything in between. It is who I am. Your sick victim. Last night, I was tied up on a long call. Been a while since I had one of those. Cocaine may have been involved (giggles). I am not the party fiend some girls are, but I do enjoy my Mary Jane daily. My caller was doing bumps all night and watching Japanese snuff flicks. I was toking and rubbing my pussy as I imagined I was the victim in each film he described. The Japanese are some sick perverts when it comes to snuff porn. He described one that became a violent force fuck sort of thing. A little Japanese schoolgirl kidnapped on her way home and gang banged and tortured. Scared and alone, she cried for her parents. Her kidnapper shot her arm full of smack to make her more agreeable to what was instore for her. Her captors had her suspended in an X position from rafters in the basement. Her tiny body seemed to float in the air. They whipped her so hard, the flesh tore from her body. As he described the blood and I heard her screams, I got wet. Like drench your panties wet. I wished I were the girl getting the flesh whipped from her body. We watched over 10 snuff flicks together and even he came a bunch of times. The way he described the details of the movies made me wonder if they were staged or real. I hope one day to be a real snuff sex slave maybe even for you.

Snuff Sex Slut

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Dark fantasies and snuff sex are the root of so much sexual energy that goes untapped. I’m a whore that is never going untapped and that’s fine. I am often tied up and tapped every hour by my captor. It’s even a regular occurrence for me to be drugged at the bar and assisted with a cab to get me home. But that was all show. The cab was the very person driving it that drugged me. They always work in a group of three or two guys. I am the gullible dumb whore. I flirt and get bitchy after a few drinks and they have an intense desire to slap me around and rapture my holes with as many cocks as they can gather to fuck me. I deserve every bit of those massive cocks and sometimes they are furry and huge. They destroy my holes into a sloppy wet creamy pink, white and red from all the blood and cum. I am just a fuck doll for your pleasure.

Ass Rape Porn Pays the Rent

ass rape pornAss rape porn was served up for breakfast. I was fast asleep when my dog started barking. Before I could wipe the sleep out of my eyes, the landlord burst into my bedroom with a few of his pals. They had been up most of the night drinking and were horny. Plus, I was behind on my rent since I have not worked as much during the pandemic. My landlord thought he would use my holes in trade. I could smell the liquor on their breath. It was obvious that my landlord had been in my apartment before because he knew where I keep my BDSM equipment. He pulled out my leather restraints and bound my hands. He affixed my arms above my head and shackled me to the metal beam on the canopy. His pals whipped their dicks out and circled me like a pack of wild animals. I was not going anywhere. My landlord got first dibs on my whore holes. He slid under me and fucked me so hard my head hit the beam above me. My head started bleeding, but my landlord continued to sodomize me. When he nutted, his drunk cohorts pulled me out of bed, tossed me on the floor and gang banged me. I was pinned downed like a criminal. My landlord kicked me in the ribs to quell my feistiness. As they force fucked me, they called me names like whore and slut and spit in my face. My landlord rifled through my nightstand drawer and found my sex toys. He knew right where to look too. He shoved a dildo in my ass as his pals skull fucked my mouth and pussy. They took turns exploring their rape phone sex fantasies on all my holes. By the time they were done, I was a hot mess. Sore and coated in cum. My landlord pissed in my face and told me I still owed him this month’s rent, so they would be back.

Scarlet play

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Had a call for bloody phone sex tonight. It started out that we went to a party at a friend’s place and we both got wasted. While he was outside for a smoke, somebody got stabbed. He ran over to help but there wasn’t much to be done as it was a lot of blood and the person was on their way out. I ran outside when I heard the screams and made my over to where the crowd had gathered. Since people quickly figured out that he was dying they made their ways back into the house for talk and more drinks. I had never told anyone but I had a blood fetish. I called my man over and began running my hands in the hot blood that was continuing to pour from his wound. I then told my guy to unbutton his pants and get his cock out, he was telling me that it was wrong but all I saw was red blood and was instantly horny. I ran my hands along his cock and let him feel the heat and the stickiness of the blood- he began to moan at the feel. I was now stroking and cupping his balls as he bent down and stuck his own finger into the gaping hole and scooped some of that red goodness out and used it to start finger fucking my already gushy pussy. We played for a while until the guy actually died and the blood started coagulating. We have now been talking about going out and finding a random to stab so that we can have more blood to play with!

Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel.  He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.

Fucked to Death

Ass rape pornI can feel his hot breath breathing on me as his hot sweaty body lays on top of me.

My cunt is torn and bloody as yet another filthy cock slams into me, splattering his seed, mixing it with the cum cocktail that drips from my gaping fuck hole.

The piss that splatters over me, stings the open wounds that could only have come from being beaten to submission.

My cunt, having been tortured with repeated fistings and fuckings is now numb and dripping with the bodily fluid of countless sadistic men.

I lay there, on the cold hard ground lifeless as tears stream down my face, washing away the spit, piss and sperm that covers my eyes.

My perky white tits are black and blue from hard punches and scratched from being scrapped across the gravel as they repeatedly forced cock after cock into my mutilated bloody ass.

I am not sure how I got here or how many more men are playing in this gangbang rape porn fuck fest but I am sure they will continue even after they have fucked my limp body to death.

So I close my eyes, giving up the fight and allow them to force the life out of me while I suffocate on my very last nasty filthy cum covered cock.

My Violent Phone Sex Death is In Your Hands

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Dear Master:

I have violent phone sex fantasies; therefore, I am your willing victim. I know I am a worthless whore. Maybe in my death, I can find a purpose. Maybe in death, I can finally be worthwhile to you. I deserve to die. I do not deserve to die quickly, however. No mercy killing for this blonde bimbo. That is why I am offering myself up to you. I know you will not kill me quickly. I know it will not be a painless death either if you are my executioner. I understand that you are a sadistic bastard who can find hundreds of ways to snuff me. How should you kill me, Master? Let me count the ways. Punch me like you are Mike Tyson. Kick me and bend me like Beckham. Slam dance my face off a concrete floor. Break my bones.  Set me on fire or slow roast me alive over an open flame. Disembowel me. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Dismember me with a chainsaw. Beat me with a baseball bat or a tire iron. Give me a lobotomy. Stab me. Nail me to a tree and let the wilderness eat me alive. Hang me. Stone me. Drown me. Bury me alive. Douse me in acid. Tie me between two cars and tear me in two. I know you are the kind of creative man and sick man to make my snuff sex death excruciating and memorable. You can profit off my death too Master. Stream my death for money. Sell my organs on the black market. Charge a fee to fuck my dead body. I know I do not deserve to keep on living. I am surprised I have lived this long. But then, until now, I had never met you.

Your subby whore in life and death,

Cassandra