Tied up and afraid. I’m the perfect victim for kidnapping phone sex. You saw me out dressed like a hooker late at night, and decided to take me for a ride in your blacked out van. I thought everything would be okay as long as I didn’t fight back. But then you whispered in my ear that you had more than a rape fantasy. You were going to torture and beat me, and then force your cock into every one of my holes. If I was good, you might decide to keep me around for a bit. But if I wasn’t, if I fought back or screamed, it would be just as fun to wrap your hands around my throat and watch the air leave my lungs.
I looked down and could see how hard all of this was making you. So I begged for my life. “I promise. I’ll be good and obedient”. Good. Your hand burned when you slapped me. While I lay on my side crying and cupping my cheek, you took out your rapist’s cock. You grabbed my hair and throat and forced me onto my knees. I wanted to scream but your cock was already impaling my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and my vision was all blurry. When I kept choking on you, you’d smack me over and over. That was just the first hour, you weren’t anywhere close to being done with your new little snuff slut. “That slut ass is next, I hope you like anal you stupid bitch!”