Torture sex Thanksgiving? I thought I was in a bad dream, but when I arrived to help cook the bird, I got stuffed. Stuffed by huge cocks and fists, not to mention a variety of objects not meant for the pussy or ass. There was no one else at the house. My step son tricked me into arriving hours early, so he could abuse me. He wanted to stuff my ass until it hurt. He bound me like a turkey. My arms were pinned behind my back and I was sitting on my legs in an extremely uncomfortable position. My ass was exposed for abuse. I was making a Thanksgiving ass rape porn. He is such a sadistic fuck. He fucked my ass with a huge turkey bone. He even tried to to make a wish with my legs by spreading them as far as he could to fist my pussy. He had a ball gag in my mouth, so the neighbors wouldn’t hear my screams. I thought he might cook me and serve me to my family for Thanksgiving, but after I was bloody and gaping, he released me and ordered my ass in the kitchen to start the meal. When the rest of the family arrived, I knew better than to say shit or the next time the abuse would be worse. My step son loves to take his anger out on me. I am here for you too. Hate your family? Abuse a dirty milf and you will feel better. That is what my step-son says.
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Torture Sex Thanksgiving
Extreme Fetish Bondage Phone Sex
It was raining last night. I was on an old dark road. I got lost coming home from a party at a friend’s house. My car skidded off the road. I hit my head. I got confused and foggy. A stranger helped me, but I passed out. I woke up in a strange house. I had on different clothes. I went to ask where I was and what happened, but my lips would not open. They were sealed shut. I thought they were glued, but he showed me in a mirror. I screamed but no sound came out. He stitched my lips shut. He said he was turning me into a doll, a life-sized sex doll. As my memory came back, I realized I didn’t have an accident. He ran me off the road. He tied my arms above my head. This was extreme bondage phone sex. I was restrained and mute. I knew he couldn’t skull fuck me, but he made use of my other holes. One hole was his favorite. It wasn’t my ass or my pussy. It was my pee hole. It hurt like a bitch. Never have I had anything so large crammed down my pee hole. My urethra was not made for a ten-inch cock. No one’s urethra is made for that. I was crying, ugly crying from the pain. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I couldn’t plead with words, so I tried to plead with my eyes and my body. He was in no hurry to let me go. He poured his Jack Daniels down my pee hole because he didn’t want any germs from a disease ridden skank whore. That is what he said as he force fucked my pee hole, the tiniest hole on my body. I was hoping he would kill me, but he knocked me out and dropped me off at the local hospital. I woke up in a hospital this morning pretty banged up. I was drugged, but I know what happened to me wasn’t a dream. I was peeing blood as proof.
I crushed him to death
I was hired to kill some asshole, his wife wanted a divorce but she wanted all the money and not just half, if you know what I mean. She wanted me to make it look like an accident so I came up with a really fantastic way to kill him. He was an avid hiker and loved to go up in the mountains all by himself so it was so easy to catch him! I tied him to poles in the ground and literally stoned him to death. I wanted it to look like he fell down a cliff and got banged up on the way down so I used different size rocks and even flipped him around and tied him in different ways. He screamed and cried of course but there was no one around to hear his pleas for mercy. It took a long time for him to die that way but I enjoyed every minute of it. I left him there exposed at the bottom of a cliff for the wild creatures to eat…
The Assault
My cunt wasn’t ready or willing for what you were about to do. You forced your fat, rough, dry fingers through the small holes in the lace of my panties and pulled hard, effectively ripping them. You repeated the process again and the panties were gone, revealing my cunt. You ran a single finger over my soft, delicate flesh and traced it to my bare, smooth pussy. You forced your finger inside of me and twirled it slightly, testing my tightness and me to cry out. It was uncomfortable, humiliating and something I guess I have to endure if I want to live through the day. You pressed your finger further into my pussy, up to your knuckle and continued your slow rotation, forcing it in and out while your breathing grew heavier. I moved my hips, attempting to dislodge your finger from deep inside of me but you gripped the side of my ass, holding me in place as you continued your unwanted assault. You suddenly raised up on your knees and pulled down the zipper on your jeans and pulled them down. You gripped your dick in your hand and directed it towards my defenseless cunt while holding my left leg under your arm. “Stop!” I cried through tears, “Please don’t do that, please! Please…” I begged. That didn’t stop you though, it just made you rougher, more angry, and more aroused.
Things That Go Bump in The Night
Mommy and Daddy have been staying at work later and later every night. I hate sleeping all by myself, but daddy assured me they’ll be back very soon! In the middle of my sleep I heard a thump downstairs. I got really scared and curled up in my bed. Then I heard more bumps. I tried covering my head with my blankie and told myself it’s just a nightmare..
But when I heard the living room window creak open, I decided to be a big brave girl and go downstairs to check. I walked down quietly in my nighty and looked around in the darkness. But no one was there! But then suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed me from behind and threw me onto the ground.
I started crying and trying to crawl away, but they were too strong! The hands pushed my face into the carpet and told me to shut up. I was crying so much! I just wanted my mommy and daddy! I was flipped around and a big scary man in a mask put his hand over my mouth and said, “Don’t worry, baby! I’m going to take real good care of you!” I cried and cried and tried to kick him off of me.
He held my arms down and said, “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to really hurt you!!” I started crying for my mommy and daddy and that’s when he took out a real big knife from his pocket. He put it at my throat and told me to listen to what he says. I didn’t want him to hurt me, so I tried to be a good girl and stay quiet!
He pushed my nighty up and took off my undies. He started licking my mouth, my face, my legs and then my cunnie. I tried to wiggle away but he held me down. I heard him unzip his pants and I felt something hard touch my cunnie. Then I felt a lot of pain. I squealed so loud begging for him to stop hurting my cunnie, but he didn’t listen. He grabbed my throat and began to squeeze and squeeze while he pushed in and out of my bleeding cunnie. Then I felt a really awful pain come from my little rosebud. He pushed inside me really hard and I could feel it stretch open with pain.
I couldn’t breathe, he held my throat so tight. I wished my mommy and daddy came home already. Then he took out his big knife and pressed it to my throat again and in just one second, he pulled it across my neck and I felt warm blood come out all over my nighty and the carpet. I couldn’t breathe, I felt like I was choking on my blood. He kept pushing deep inside of me until I felt a lot of creamy wet stuff drip out of me. Then he left me to bleed out on the floor.
Snuff Porn Fantasies
I have snuff porn fantasies; however, they are fantasies. I don’t really want to die. My step-son, who hates me, found my dirty diary. It is where I make my naughty confessions. Last night he made a naughty fantasy a reality for me. For the record, it was against my will. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but he has never let that stop him. He pulled me out of a dead sleep from my bed. He dragged me by my red hair kicking a screaming to the basement. My body was sore from bouncing down the steps. I was bloodied, bruised and likely had some broken ribs. He tied me up, hung me from a beam and used me like a punching bag. I was crying and pleading for mercy, but with dead eyes, he ignored me. He punched my boobs back and forth like he was Mike Tyson. I was waiting for him to bite my ear off. He punched my face too, breaking my nose. I was starting to gag from the blood running down the back of my throat. That is when he skull fucked me. He joked about my blood being lube. When he pulled his cock out it was dripping with pre cum and my blood. He rammed his bloody dick up my ass. So much anger and hate in every thrust. I just counted the minutes until it was over, but minutes turned into hours and by that time, I was wishing I was dead.
Home Invasion Phone Sex Story
Do you like home invasion phone sex stories? I have one to get your cock hard. I was working at the strip club the other night. I was making great money too. I learned how to pick up tips with my cunt. There was a total creeper stalking me all night at the club. He didn’t want a lap dance. In fact, when I asked, he told me he doesn’t pay whores. I figured he was just a pissed off man who couldn’t get a woman as hot as me. That was what I thought until I woke up in the middle of the night with him staring at me from the edge of my bed. I screamed as loud as I could, but my screams were soon muffled by his hands. He hogtied me, but not before he ripped off my clothes. He reiterated that he doesn’t pay whores and added, “I don’t need to pay a whore like you because I can just take what I want.” He then forced his cock in my ass. He wasn’t using lube because he insisted a dirty stripper whore would be wet from pain anyway. He almost choked me too. It was rough sex, but not consensual. I was counting down the seconds until it was over. I tried to get my head somewhere else as his fat sweating body was humping me. I wasn’t sure if he would kill me or not. He let me live, but he warned me about telling a sole because he knew where I worked and where I lived. He added that he was a rich attorney, and no one would believe a stripper whore was assaulted. He was right. I just prayed he would not pay me a visit again. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies too?
The Decimation Of An American Princess
This is a story based on a real life event. I am sure you will be able to figure it out. This one is for you my Dearest PinkyJ. *blows you a kiss*
For years her Mother had been making her look like a perfect piece of fuck meat. That’s how Pageant Moms are. They always want their Daughters to look perfect, unmarred, and like the motherfucking girls that end up dead. Now these Mothers only see the fame, crowns, money and glory. They don’t understand what type of danger they are putting these precious little things in. Why? Because they are greedy cunts, that’s why.
One such girl belonged to the Mother mentioned in the first line. Pretty little thing. Blue eyes, blond hair, stripper name, and one of the most perfect mouths you would ever lay your eyes upon. You and I would sit in those audiences, watching, waiting for our moment. We spent months following them to Pageant after stupid Pageant. One by one they were lead up on the stage in those little outfits, it was a P-Cock’s dream land!
The night before Christmas we sat outside their huge house. You were so excited. Your eyes were so bright, your smile was beaming and your cock was ready to have some fun. After the Bitch Mom and stupid Father went to bed drunk we moved in. I waited in the basement and you brought down the sleeping beauty. What everyone didn’t know is that sometimes Mommy would give this little Princess something special to make her sleep.
You laid her down on the basement floor and we stood there for a few moments just taking in the way this little Angel looked. Without all that whore makeup on she looked so much younger, sweeter, almost ethereal. You look at me and I nod my head, you get undressed, and I undress her. Her small body was so smooth, untouched, unmarred in anyway, there was a glow about her. I looked up at you and your cock was rock hard.
I stood up and gave you a kiss for luck. You hovered over her as I stood by the bottom of the steps in case we needed to haul ass out of there quickly. I saw you brush a few wisps of hair from her neck before you ran your finger tenderly down her body. It was sweet in a twisted way. You reached over her head and grabbed the extension cord that was laying there, wrapping each end around your hand. You looked at me, I took one more look up the stairs then came over to you.
I got down on the floor to put her head in my lap. We made eye contact, then, I smacked her hard. She immediately woke up, I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. She was very disoriented, she tried to get up but you quickly pulled the cord over her head to the back of her neck as I clamped my hand down hard on that esquiste mouth of hers. You started to pull on the cord, she couldn’t scream anymore. I scrambled to you, taking your cock in my hand while lifting her legs. I spit a few times on that little slit as I started to feed your cock inside of her.
She was a fighter, such a fighter but she didn’t win did she? No, she did not. There was a lot of blood between those little legs which lubricated your cock so that you had a little bit of an easier time before you shoved it deeply into her ass. You tightened the cord, her tongue started to protrude, her eyes bugging out a little bit, she was trying so hard to breath as you tore her open as you fucked her. Finally it was done.
I kissed you deeply one more time, then we left, making sure we left nothing behind. I used some bleach that was in the room on that pussy, face, and ass. No DNA. When we got back to the car I told you Merry Christmas and we drove off.
Sadistic Phone Sex Is What Perverts Need
Your a filthy fucking pervert that jerks off so often thinking about how to destroy the little fuck holes of young brats that you see all around you. You get the strongest desires and maybe you need a good accomplice phone sex master mind to assist you in your perverted desires. I’m a professional at this game and know many different ways to skin a bratty tease, in a manner of speaking.. well both literally and not so literal… really. I’m always up for torturing some sweet innocent things as much as I love to torture and break the real bratty ones also, fuck it, I just love destroying things. Fuck, you are nothing but a thing to me also and I love to destroy pathetic males. I’m a little brash at times but heh, it’s part of my fucking charm, if you don’t like it go annoy someone else, ultimately, though I really hope your a fellow demented soul that can play as a nice accomplice with me in not so nice ways.
Locker Room Rape Fantasy
The boys at school are ruthless. I heard a rumor about this “Snuff List” going around. Apparently, it’s a list of girls that the football team want to play out their perverted rape fantasies on. Everyone has been talking about the list, but no one knows when or if it will actually play out. I personally didn’t pay attention to that. I was too busy focusing on becoming the head cheerleader. Little did I know, I was the first name on that list.
After a rather rigorous cheer practice, I headed into the locker room to wash up and leave for the day. The locker room was eerily quiet, all of the girls must’ve gone straight home… Before I even had a chance to undress, hands began pulling at me. My eyes and mouth were covered, and my tiny cheer uniform was torn and ripped off my body. When I was finally able to see, I saw the most popular football players standing around me. In the corner, my cheer team held their phones up recording and giggling.
I started to cry and plead for the boys to let me go home but I was dragged down to the disgusting locker room floor. The team whipped out their thick jock cocks and held my arms down while they began to try to play out their rape fantasy. I tried crossing my legs and keeping my mouth shut to prevent my holes from being ravaged. But fingers and hands pried open my mouth and legs.
Cocks were being stuffed into my mouth while one of my own friends pulled my lips open. My throat was violently fucked to the point of vomit and my tight virgin pussy was assaulted with the quarterback’s thick cock. They flipped me onto my belly and dragged me to the locker room showers by my hair, my body scraped on the floor while I begged and pleaded and cried.
The hot showers turned on while one by one the team took turns violently fucking my pussy, my ass and my mouth. If I cried hard, they choked me and told me to shut the fuck up. They brutally fucked my raw, no longer virginal pussy until it dripped with cum. The hot showers washed it away until the next boy’s turn. I was held down and forced to take multiple cocks at the same time in my ass and one by one, painful orgasms exploded from my pussy. When it was all over they left my limp used body on the shower floor. Serves me right for being a popular, prude bitch they said.














