I was told I was the perfect fantasy phone sex doll. Beautiful and submissive. As he told me he was going to hurt me badly, he did not give me a chance to speak . As he was discussing his very painful plan for him, he stitched my lips together so I would not try to scream. It is hard not to scream when being tortured, even for a subby fuck pig like me. After my mouth was sewn shut, he gave me a spiral fracture on both arms so I could not fight him. The pain was excruciating. I cried, but was helpless. At this point, I thought for sure he was going to snuff me out. I actually was praying for death. No such luck. Torture sex was this guy’s thing. He got off on my pain. I was laying on his bed like a broken rag doll, when I heard the scariest sound ever. A chainsaw. He came at me like Leather Face. I pissed the bed I was so scared. I thought he was going to saw me in half, but he just wanted to scare me. Mission accomplished. But after he removed my finger and toe nails with a pair of pliers, I wished he had sawed me in half. As if that torture was not bad enough, he soaked my exposed fingers and toes in bleach for more horrible pain. In debilitating pain and discomfort, he decided to sodomize my ass with a broken beer bottle. That was the best of the pain I guess. He kept me his captive for 72 hours. I was alive at the end, but barely. He called 911 as he left my place. Kissed my forward and said he would see me again soon. Would you be so kind as to make sure I got medical attention, or would have left me to slowly die?
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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Christmas
Rape phone sex fantasies is what I give horny men with a mean streak for Christmas. The tree was all set up. The presents for my brats were under the tree. A fire was rolling. I had some holiday tunes on as I made cookies for Santa like a good mommy. Then suddenly I heard a loud clamoring from the roof. OMG. Is Santa real? I started to put out the fire for him when the door busted open. In came a gang of men telling me they had some packages for me. They charged me with their huge packages hanging out. I begged them to leave, my little ones were sleeping in their rooms. “Don’t make a sound bitch, and they will never know we were here,” one of them said. I was forced to do what they wanted to protect my babies. They used my mouth like it was the star of an ass rape porn. Skull fucked me. I was choking on dick, but soon their eggnog was gagging me. Their cocks spewed large loads of cum down my mouth. I tried not to hack as not to wake my sleeping angels. They didn’t need to see their mommy being gang banged by the Christmas tree. They made me spit out the cum in a the glass of milk laying out for Santa. As they watched me drink their spunk, their cocks got hard again. This time they rammed my ass one after another. Cum poured out my ass, but instead of making me drink shitty cum, they forced me to suck their cocks that had been up my ass. I was so humiliated. But I did whatever they wanted me to so my babies would be safe. They finally left as the sun was rising. I looked like a mess. My little ones hurried out to see their gifts from Santa. I opened presents with cum running out my battered asshole.
What kind of force fuck scenario turns you on the most? I love to play the victim to your villain.
An Evil Phone Sex Christmas with a Sadistic Bitch
Evil phone sex is what this sadistic bitch is delivering to naughty boys and girls this Christmas. Instead of Santa, I will be teaming up with Krampus to deliver some well earned torture and death to annoying brats everywhere. I am sure you know some young cunts that you would like to give your cock and maybe a knife to this holiday season? You can be my Krampus. We show up at a naughty girl or boy’s house with torture devices in your red bag instead of toys. I strap a little one down while you fuck away at an ass or cunny. I can slice off little bee sting boobies, clits, dickies and tiny balls while you fuck away in a tight hole. Blood will ooze over your cock like a warm red sea. I can get more violent with a little one too. Annoying little brats, spoiled little bitches and cock teases all deserve pain for Christmas. My sharp blade goes deep in a belly button and cuts up to the breast bone. I stick my hands into the chest cavity and pull out entrails and organs. When you fuck that little cunny or ass your cock will be visible poking in and out of him or her. She will see your cock fucking her soon to be cold pussy. He will see you fucking his dying ass. I can choke them with their intestines. I can asphyxiate them with their own internal organs. I can squeeze the life out of a beating heart with my hands. Or, I can wait till they slowly just slip away from us in agonizing pain.
The possibilities are endless on a taboo phone sex call with a sick bitch like me. I am sure you will prove to be an equally demented accomplice. Let Santa take care of the good boys and girls. We can take of the ones no one will miss much. Merry fucking Christmas.
kidnapping phone sex What he wants for Christmas
I don’t want much for Christmas. All I really want is some company! I should be careful for what I wish for though. I say this now, and I didn’t specify what kind of company I wanted. I am now finding myself tied up in a very dark place. My wrist are tied tightly, hanging above my head. I swear I can not even feel them anymore. I am completely naked. Last thing I remember was sitting in my bed texting my friend about not wanting to be alone. I got what I wanted. Someone comes down and turns on the lights a lot. When they do that, I start to get really scared. He tortures my body and rapes my cunt so rough. I don’t think he will ever let me go. I finally am able to see his face today. It is my uncle. He tells me how much he has desired me since I was in still living at home with my parents. He says that I am his now and he is going to treat me like the little slut that he has always wanted to. This Christmas I am his present to himself. Selfish me for thinking my wants were the only ones that mattered.
‘Tis the Season to be Dead
Deck the halls with decaying bodies. Tis the season to be naughty. Fa la fucking la. Christmas and its evil, greedy consumers make me sick. Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas, who gives a fuck?
I’m having this evil fantasy about playing Santa. Santa with a scalpel. Crawling down chimneys and slitting the throats of the sleeping. Can you imagine the look of fear when all the little rugrats open their eyes in the night expecting Santa but getting Satan? I’d gut them like deer in their beds, leaving them for their parents to find on Christmas morning. Or maybe even better, how about them waking up on Christmas Day to find the house decorated with boughs of intestines, scrotum in the tree, a liver in their stockings, and a heart in a pretty Christmas box. Yes, I am a sick and demented bitch and I feed on pain and weakness. Wouldn’t you like to come play Christmas with me and help me spread some Christmas FEAR? Stabbing and torturing my victim with sharpened candy canes sounds like soooo much fun. It makes my pussy throb with delight. Not even the Grinch knows how to destroy Christmas better than me.
Cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast!
I was excited to go home for thanksgiving this year. I missed my family so much. I am at my house packing my bags, making sure I have everything I will need. I realize that I need to run to the store really quick. When I arrive home I notice a strange car parked in my drive way. I got a weird feeling as I got out of my car and approached the random ass car. I looked inside the window to see if anyone was inside. There were no door panels on the door or door handles. The car looked well kept. I walked to my front door and noticed it was cracked open.
“Hello?” Bam! I fell on my face. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head I went unconscious. I can hear what’s going on around me but my body is not responsive for some odd reason. I hear the car driving, and the man next to me mumbling. He sounds like he is talking to me. “Oh baby I am so hard, I have wanted you for so long.” “Oh baby you feel so wet, you want me to don’t you, you little whore?” My eyes start to open and I can see everything now. Lights are making my vision blurred but I can make out stuff.
There is a table with thanksgiving decorations. There are side dishes; corn, mashed potatoes, bread, green beans, and a huge silver plate in the middle with nothing on it. It must be a big turkey that goes on the platter. The man gets on the floor next to me and licks my cheek. “Some rosemary and salt will do you good.” I look at him puzzled. My hands are tied up and so are my ankles.
He rips my clothes off of my body. He starts touching my smooth kissed by the sun skin. “Mm so soft.” He takes his fingers and puts them in my mouth, my saliva makes his fingers wet. He runs his sausage fingers down my chest, my belly, and unto my pussy. He feels inside of my cunt. “You are going to be so tender and delicious.” He gets a pole and puts me on my tummy.
He slides the stick in between the rope where my hands meet and my ankles. He picks me up and carries me to the back yard. There is a huge fire and a table full of ingredients and a baster. He puts me on the table and begins to rub seasoning all over my body. He puts an apple in my mouth and starts shooting juice and onions and fruit up my pussy. It finally connects in my head, I am his center piece turkey.
He puts my body over the fire, begging to roast my flesh. I can’t yell and in a matter of fact I am starting to choke on my saliva. “That’s right honey, keep those juices inside. We want to make you moist and savory.” Tears run down my face as I try to plead with my eyes. “Don’t worry I am very thankful for you.”
Snuff sex is what’s on my mind
I might look all innocent and sweet…but we both know that I have something much darker like snuff sex on my mind. However, looking this way will help us get all the little virgins you desire; no one would ever suspect me to be so devious! And once you pick our latest victim it won’t take but a knock on her front door before she is ours. I won’t even have to force my way into her house, she’ll invite me in! Like the stupid little cunt she is…didn’t your mommy teach you not to talk to strangers…let alone invite them into your home? Well I bet you’re regretting not listening to her now! The minute I walk through her front door I’ll have a knife to her pretty little throat and force her to the ground while I wait for you. They always struggle and fight, which of course is half the fun! But if they get too hysterical I sometimes have to get extra violent… I’m sure you don’t mind seeing that bitch bleed do you? She’ll cry and beg, tell us she is a good girl and how she won’t tell anyone – oh my dear of course you won’t! You will never talk to anyone again once we are done using you! As soon as I rip all her clothes off she’ll start crying even more telling us she’s a virgin and please don’t hurt her! Ha! Bitch this is why we picked you! We wanted a little virgin to force to be our little fucktoy, and you’re about to no longer be a good girl – we own you now. I get so soaking wet watching you holding her down, me helping you too and watching you force your hard cock in between those resisting legs. Roughly pushing your cock right in, making her scream and cry even more. I love watching your cock come out, all covered in blood, forcing it into her mouth just before you cum! Mmm, yes nothing turns me on more…and now the question is, what are we going to make her do next?
Role playing phone sex
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Dead Pussy for Halloween Fun
The door creaked loudly as I lie there. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind or the fact that it was Halloween until I saw your silhouette in the doorway. I closed my eyes, hoping it was just a bad trip. You whipped the covers back on my bed, exposing my naked flesh. I whimpered as you drew back your fist and punched me in the face. “Time to die, whore.” you growled. You ground your cigarette out on my titty and I screamed through bloody teeth. You grabbed me by the throat as your other hand violated my pussy, shoving multiple fingers inside of me. You were almost wheezing under your mask as you pulled out a knife. I felt the first jab in my ribs. You were one sick perv, the kind who gets off on making a girl bleed slowly. The steel blade punctured my lung and I let out a high pitched squeal.
I looked over at the other table and there was a young girl. Pretty and blonde, her eyes bulged in fear. She had watched you torture me. Her fate would be much worse than mine though. Her name was Parker and you had plans for her. You wanted to keep her for breeding to give you an heir. She would be violated until she achieved your demand, then forced to watch her own offspring being abused as well. We both gasped in fear when you returned to the room.
Your shaft was rigid in your lust for blood. You dipped your fingers in it and into my mouth. I suckled them, knowing that this was the end. I was in for a bloody ending after a night of torture. Once you satiated your need for pain, I knew what would happen.
As the sun touched the morning sky, I was near death. You had violated me in every way. My pussy was ripped from hole to asshole. My nipples were gone. My body bled from a dozen punctures, soaking my satin sheets. You had jerked off many times as you tortured me and still you fisted your raw meatstick, the blood soaked head drooling pre-cum. You had not allowed yourself to cum, choosing only to edge for all these hours.
Now you climbed upon my broken, prone body and forced yourself inside my bloody hole. Your hands went around my throat as you began to pump. I felt my life leaving me and it was almost sweet relief. As I took my final breath and exhaled with a twitch, you joyfully fucked my dead body. For me it was the end, but for you, the fun was just getting started……
Lets get started…
Who does he think he is? I hate pompous asswipes like this fucker right here, and you know what that calls for! I won’t stand for disrespect, if anyone is getting talked down to – it’s you. I am a superior woman who deserves the utmost respect. You should be on your fucking knees worshipping me; instead you chose to piss me off. And for that, I will make sure you suffer to the fullest extent. Once you get into your fancy fucking BMW I will follow you home. You’re far too stupid to realize someone is following you… and once you get home to your empty house because you have no one at all… I’ll simply follow right behind. You’re the kind of asshole who never locks his doors. Once I’m in, you’re done for. You’ll see me and question my presence, but you won’t be afraid. It’s your loss for completely underestimating me. My gun might change your mind, you might even fear your life when I make a quick call and my buddies show up to help. Who’s the badass now? I will force you to be the bitch you are, to show the whole world what a total piece of shit you are. A little torture never hurt… me. I am not playing around, I am going straight for your balls. The balls you think that are sooo big that you can belittle people… well here’s an idea. Let’s squish them down… squash your precious nut sack and see how big of a man you are after that. What’s that? Tears? Oh my, and the party hasn’t even gotten started…