I have a kidnapping phone sex tale for you. I was out for a jog the other morning. It was chilly and foggy. I was jogging to my drug dealer. I don’t run for exercise. I run to get coke. I could hear a car tailing me. I figured the car was going slow because visibility was poor. I was struggling to see a few feet in front of me, so no doubt, so was the driver of the car. Suddenly, someone was on me. I felt a hand go around my mouth and pick me up off the ground with no effort. He tossed me in the back of the car and sped off. He was wearing a mask and there was a lady in the front seat with him. She was not exactly a lady. More like a teen girl. Perhaps my kidnapper’s daughter? I tried pleading with her and him. But neither spoke. The girl gave me a pleading look. It was like she was telling me to shut the fuck up with her eyes. We didn’t drive far. I couldn’t tell where we were because of the fog. The car pulled into a garage. He pulled me out of the backseat kicking and screaming. The girl took my feat. They tossed me like a discarded rug in the basement. I waited scared, wondering my fate. My masked kidnapper came downstairs to where I was being held captive. His daughter was with him. I still didn’t know what was going on. Then, it became clear. This was some strange initiation for the girl. She had to torture me. I could tell torture sex was not her nature. Her arm shook as she picked up a baseball bat and swung at me. She hit me in the back. Luckily, she hits like a girl. I cried in more pain than I was in but soon I was in real pain. She branded me. She used a taser on me. And, she fucked my cunt with a cattle prod. My flesh burned. I pissed myself and I started convulsing. My kidnapper praised her, as I laid on the floor in a pool of my piss and slobber. She was daddy’s accomplice and I was her first victim.
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A Kidnapping Phone Sex Tale
Gangbang Rape Porn in a Dirty Bathroom
I was at the mall the other night. I was just shopping and minding my own business. I was not looking for trouble, but trouble finds me. Some men were following me around. I thought they were harmless. I am a sexy babe. I just assumed they liked watching my ass jiggle back and forth. I was near the new wing of the mall they are building. The Apple store is right before the blocked off part. I went in to get some accessories for my new iPhone. When I came out, the guys pushed me into the under construction area. No one was paying me any attention either. They dragged me to an unfinished, dingy bathroom. They wanted to make a gangbang rape porn. I was screaming but no one could hear me over the construction noise. One of the guys had rope. They planned this. I knew there was no way they just had bondage rope with them. They tied my feet together and my arms behind my back. I was struggling to move. They stripped me naked before they bound my limbs. Their cocks came out and they took turns fucking my mouth. I could barely move. The restraints were tight. They made me bob up and down on each cock. Then before cumming in my mouth, each one of the men shoved his hard cock up my ass. Most times I had a cock in my mouth and one in my ass. I was spit roasted. The bathroom smelled of stale piss and sewer water. It was obvious it was being torn down and rebuilt. I just wanted to get away from these violent men, but I was bound and gagged. Naked and covered in cum too. They passed me around for what felt like forever. Eventually, they grew bored with me. They left me naked, tied up and covered in cum on the dirty bathroom floor. Hours later a construction worker found me. Before he helped me, however, he fucked my ass too.
Gangbang Rape Porn: Friday Night is Not Date Night for Me
Most of my girlfriends were out on hot dates last night. Friday night is date night. It is gangbang rape porn night for me, however. My phone was blowing up from texts. My BFF was trying to get me to join her out at some club. Tony showed me the texts. I was tied up and couldn’t respond. He circled around me mocking the fact that I thought I was worthy of going out on date night. I was bound like a parcel package. I was naked and cold. He didn’t care. I soon discovered he was not alone. He had a group of men with him. They might as well have been a pack of wild animals. He let them pounce me. They shoved cocks and fists in any hole they could find. That included my asshole. I tried to rock myself into a different position. It was my way of trying to fight. That was a mistake. They started kicking me. Some spit on me. Others pissed on me. They were drunk and mean. They reminded me of my father. I never had friends as a schoolgirl. I could never go to school dances or out with friends because I was too busy getting force fucked by daddy’s drunk friends. While my besties were drinking fruity drinks and letting men spoil them, I was tied up, forcibly fucked and humiliated. I don’t deserve a night of fun. I am nothing more than an ass rape porn whore.
Innocence Drowning In Blood
Hi, I’m the type of woman that you need when you need it hardcore and erotic. Some women will tell you that they’re open minded and good with any fantasy, but it’s not always true. How disappointing is that? When you have a hot woman picked out and she flakes on your naughty role play. You can just hang with me, I haven’t the first limit when it comes to sexual encoutners and taboo phone fucking. In fact I’m probably into some shit that you’ve never even considered doing before. How about some bloody phone sex though? I’m your innocent and unassuming victim.
When you need to get out your pent up urges I hope that you’ll think about me. My hot voice will coax you through the most disturbing of phone fucks and you won’t believe what a hot taboo fuck I am for you. You might snuff me out but you’ll never forget me. Then when the mood strikes again, you can call me and slice into me all over again. Stab me, shoot me, bludgeon me, do whatever makes your cock rock fucking hard. I promise you that you will not be disappointed with having me as your snuff victim.
Snuff Porn Star Geneva
It’s true, I was doing live web cam feeds faking snuff porn. I am really love the degrading depravity these filthy pigs put on me. I loved to be pushed to the very limit to near dead while being forcefully fucked in any and all holes. I worthless fuck slut and i need the abuse to feel anything. I’m emotionally numb and feel gratitude if you gave me as much attention as to even consider spitting on me. The thought of you, a complete fucking stranger that I ignored when you tried complimenting me. You thought i was a pretentious cunt and grabbed me by my long blonde hair. You yanked me hard and grabbed one of my perfect fake tits was pressed hard against my back as you controlled me with one hand pulling hair and one on my breast. Your breath in my ear as your cock grew pressed against me. “see what you fucking caused you pretentious cunt?” I tried to gasp a little and his hand moved from my breast to my neck as he harshly whispered in my ear “don’t you say a fucking word or utter a god damned noise cunt!” “You are coming with me and you are going to take care of what you caused” He spat in my face and shoved me to walk. I was stuffed in a small sedan and he drove me to a remote shack. He yanked me out of the car and shoved me in the single roomed shack. I noticed wireless webcams in all corners and a plastic covered bed. There was blood and fluids all over and needles. He jabbed me in the ass with something and immediately felt a warmth before passing out. I awoke tied up and sore. I looked down to see my cunt was a bloody mess and it really hurt and burned.
Violent Phone Sex Fantasies
Men have violent phone sex fantasies when they are around me. It never fails. I can look the part of a middle-class soccer mom and still get abused. Men see my vulnerability. They smell my need to be dominated. I was on soccer mom duty last night. The boys had a game, so I loaded them up in the mom van and took them because daddy was still at work. A few boys needed a ride home, so I dropped them all off and that left my boys and one of the other parents. His car broke down and I offered him a ride home since he lives on my block. He is married. I know his wife and daughters. He is an assistant coach. My boys went upstairs to shower, leaving me with my neighbor. I thought he was just going to walk home, but he pushed me into my basement and tied me up. He started fucking me like an ass rape porn girl. He was aggressive. My ass was being shredded. He told me not to scream or he would kill my boys. I never saw this side of him before. I was not sure if I was scared or aroused. Mostly the latter. My pussy was dripping wet as he slid his fist inside me. He fucked me hardcore until he heard my sons calling for me. He untied me and told me we had unfinished business. I know I will see him again soon.
Ass Rape Porn Torture
We make ass rape porn on Sundays. It is a weekly tradition. Every Sunday is a different theme and set up, but the hardcore ass fucking is always the same. He runs a live stream in the basement and tortures my ass for his paid viewers. This Sunday was a bondage theme. He had me tied to a workout bench. My hands were on the bar and my legs were spread wide and tied to the bottom of the bench. My ass was on the edge of the bench, so it was exposed. He began with basic ass fucking. He had some male friends there happy to fuck a whore’s ass. Big cocks. Thick cocks, but nothing I couldn’t handle. His audience soon realized I was not in pain with cocks in my ass. They wanted to see anal torture sex, so he upped the game. His friends started fisting my ass. Not only did that make me scream and cry, it made my asshole bleed. His viewers liked that. Soon fists and forearms were replaced with wine bottles and baseball bats. I was begging to be let go, but his audience was tipping to watch more anal torture. The bloodier my ass got and the more I screamed in pain, the more his audience tipped. This was the most successful anal sex stream yet, he said. I didn’t want to hear that because if torturing my ass is profitable, he will keep on doing it.
Ass Rape Porn Star
He has a studio in his basement for homemade ass rape porn. I had hoped I would never have to be in it as the star. I knew it existed because I often bring him starlets. The weather prevented me from getting him a young girl to anally torture, so he decided it was my turn in his studio. I begged for him to let me take a muscle relaxer first. He refused because he wanted me to feel every inch of the pain. He bound me to his anal sex bench. It was very uncomfortable. With a ball gag in my mouth and my hands locked to a bar, he pushed my knees up to my chest exposing my ass. He started fucking me with dildos way too big for any human ass. I knew crying would make him look for something bigger, so I tried to hold back the tears. It was not easy, but I have seen many torture sex videos made from this room. This was just my first time as the star and not an assistant. Once my ass was gaped open and prolapsed, he used his cock. At first, it was a relief. It was better than a 20-inch dildo up my asshole. Soon, the burning sensation became unbearable. When my eyes welled, he knew I felt the Ben-Gay. He put it on his dick like lube to hurt my battered asshole even more. I was only let go when he couldn’t cum anymore. It is going to be a very long winter for me if I can’t find him ass meat.
Ass rape fantasy
I slipped a rookie into your drink when you went into the kitchen to get dessert. Before you could even sit the plates on the table you passed out. I took my time and tied you up. Head down to the floor, hands tied behind your back and your ankles handcuffed. I needed a gap between your legs to properly execute my move next. I want to see the pain in your eyes and hear the screams. I waited until you were awake before I rammed that long plastic dildo into your ass with no vaseline. I fucked your hard until you bled. My fake dick was covered in blood and shit. I shoved it into your mouth and made you lick it off. I plastered a grin on my face when you managing to mutter the words ” why?”. I simply said because I can before slicing your throat. My Bondage phone sex stories are not for the weak. Only the strong survive!