Rape 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.
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Thanksgiving Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Born for snuff sex
I was born for snuff sex. That is what I have heard since I was old enough to talk. Family and strangers alike, want to do bad things to me. I was taking a run the other day in the park. Some one grabbed me out of nowhere. I was screaming and fighting, but I was too weak to fight him off me. He dragged me into a wooded area behind the public bathrooms. He ripped my clothes off and started fucking me. His dick was so big it made my pussy bleed. He used the blood from my cunt to force his cock in my ass. That hurt even more. I tried to escape in my head, but nothing could distract me from the pain. My ass prolapsed from the force of his cock ripping through my sphincter. When he came, I just laid there crying and bleeding. I wondered why me. My assailant spoke and I recognized the voice. Did I know my attacker? Then I saw his hand and the scar on his finger, and I realize he was my brother. My own brother stalked me in the park and forced his cock inside my pussy and ass. I told you. I was born for snuff.
Ass Rape Porn Roleplay
Ass 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?
Snuff Sex Thanksgiving
While others are having Thanksgiving, I will be having snuff sex. It is a holiday tradition. I am not the typical soccer mom. I will be up late tonight doing lines of coke while my stepson and his friends fuck me. They hate holidays. For my stepson, it is just a reminder that his father left his mom for a hot younger model. He has step mommy issues. He is bipolar too. A total roller coaster of emotions, and I never know what I am going to get with him. He showed up last night drunk. He had a bag with rope and BDSM equipment and ten friends. I tried telling him this was not a good time, but he was not having any of that. They knocked me down on my foyer floor, tore off my clothes and tied me up like a side of beef. They whipped their cocks out and told me I was a four-hole whore. I looked at them and was like, four? I could only think of three. As they fought who would take my holes first, my stepson was like leave the fourth one for me to destroy. I was scared. Were they going to cut my belly button open? It turned out he was talking about my urethra. I pleaded with him no. That hole is too small. Way too small. He did not care. He rammed it in and I yelped. I cried too. I could feel the pain and the blood trickling out my pee hole. That only put them into gangbang rape porn mode. They loved hurting me. They loved destroying my tiny holes. They played musical holes. Every one of them fucked each hole of mine, filling me with cum. He did not even share his coke. I was bleeding and crying. My holes destroyed and I know there is more to come.
Whorish Holiday Hunting
The Holidays are upon us, and I think it’s time to decorate. I’ve been collecting ornaments in my basement. They’re loud, and they scream more than my neighbors might like; that’s the reason this season I made sure that my underground playground was sealed up and sound proof. Some of them I’ve already started assembling. Removing original appendages, and sewing on new ones, or fixing on fascinating items to decorate their pathetic bodies. Half of them I’ll leave strewn around the States, a little “Happy Holidays” to the pigs in blue.
The rest are special, my young ones. I intend to do something only attempted before by Jabba the Hutt. I’ll be casting these young angels in gold and silver; some of them will be dipped in live, their death mask forever cast in precious metals. Some I want to appear peaceful; I’ll put them to sleep, or stop their hearts and pose them before I cast them into molten eternity. Those I’ll donate to churches and hospitals, a Holiday miracle to honor the sweet lost offspring. My most beautiful little works of art; unbeknownst to the Clergy that inside those shining statues were the souls of sweet innocence.
I’m a sadistic bitch, but an artist as well. Are you willing to help me collect and assemble more Holiday decorations? I think the Catholic Church down the Boulevard could use a set of new silver Seraphim statues.
Cannibalism Phone Sex Thanksgiving
I have a secluded cabin in the woods for cannibalism phone sex. Think Wrong Turn sans the inbred rural hillbillies. Every Thanksgiving, I host a special Thanksgiving dinner there. It is just me and several special friends who share my preference for human flesh. I have had a girl in the basement seasoning for a week. When you find the right meal, you grab her. When pretty coeds go missing around my parts, no one finds the remains. Authorities think the girls ran off with a boyfriend or got kidnapped for the sex trade. They never suspect cannibalism because that shit only happens in the movies, right? I entertained a couple this weekend at the cabin for an early Thanksgiving meal. A couple paid me handsomely to taste human flesh. They knew my reputation for girl meat. I eat men too, but girl meat is that tender white meat that makes a succulent meal. My dinner meal had natural hair; natural boobs; she was in good shape with a little meat on her ass and thighs. She had no tattoos and did not appear to tan. Plus, she was under 30 which means she will taste delicious. I like to have my guests help in the meal preparation. Our meal was out of the basement, naked and strapped to a picnic table. Dinner was freshly washed too. Our meal just needed seasoned, tenderized and cooked. We seasoned her with a paprika, pepper, pineapple marinade. When you combine the three ingredients over an open flame, you get a smoky, sweet flavor. This special seasoning absorbs into the skin well when grilled over an open fire. An apple in the mouth, even marinade all over the body and a large shish kabob pole through the meat to tun it evenly and you have a perfect Thanksgiving meal. Smelling her flesh as she grilled was intoxicating. Our meal was once a 5’6 140-pound girl, so there were plenty of leftovers. I carved the remaining meat off the bones and sent them home some leftovers. I have another girl on ice downstairs for Thursday if you want to join me for a meal to die for.
He wanted them dead
This guy contacted me and he wanted his whole family dead. The brats were too expensive and his wife, well, she was just a frigid bitch so he paid me a lot of money to make them disappear.I waited for that special quiet time in the middle of the night when everyone would be sleeping soundly and I went in and shot them all up with a paralyzing agent, so even if they woke up, they would be unable to move. It is totally untraceable too in an autopsy so the husband would be in the clear. He was off on a business trip that had been planned for months so his family were the only ones home. Then I set the place on fire and watched it burn. They all burned to death in their beds, completely unable to move suffering every step of the way. The husband was so happy that he even gave me a bonus after the insurance company paid out!
Fucking The Demons Out
My cunt was torn and bruised from the night before!
And my ass had been fucked so hard I could hardly walk!
I was doing the walk of shame on the way home when I passed a church and thought I would go in and start to pray.
I needed all the help I could get!
I walked past the people clutching their crucifixes and rosary beads and heard their whispers about the dirty whore that was passing.
Then as I lit my candle, the priest approached me and told me that my soul needed to be cleansed!
He ripped my cum stained clothes off me and started whipping me, screaming that the demons be released from my body!
As he thrashed my tender skin repeatedly, he noticed that my cunt began to quiver!
He turned to the other members in the church and begged for their help in saving me!
He said her in the Lords house, we will all fuck the demons out of my possessed torn cunt!
He was the first to slam his cock in my mutilated fuck hole, screaming as he pounded his cock in my gaping hole in front of everyone!
Exhausted, he fell to the floor clasping his bible and splashing me with holy water as the next demon slayer stepped up to chase away the evil within me, forcing all sins out with their righteous fuck sticks!
One by one, they shredded what was left of my ass and my bloody cunt until every member of the church had donated their burning cum to the cause!
I left the church and decided, that it may not have worked since I was not Catholic!
Maybe I should try the Synagogue down the street!
Watching Violent Phone Sex Snuff Flicks
This 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.
It Was Not a Snuff Porn Fantasy
He had a snuff porn fantasy. I told him I was the girl for him. I needed the money. I was desperate. Holidays are approaching and my city is back indoors. I am going to need a lot of coke to get through both being shut in and the holidays. He asked me if I had ever seen the movie The Hitcher. I thought I did once upon a time but was not certain. I was still high and honestly, just thinking about the money he was going to pay me. When you are an addict, you never think things through. He made me dress like a street walker. I put on some fishnet stockings, high heels, a leather mini skirt and a trampy looking top. I teased my red hair out like a video vixen. I even did my make-up in that 80s slut look. Red lipstick, baby blue eye shadow and pink cheeks. I was ready to act out whatever movie scene he wanted, get my money and then get my coke. I was not getting force fucked. This was not some ass rape porn gig either. He planned on killing me. Literally, he wanted to rip me in shreds, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late. I was standing between two semi-trucks and still clueless. He chained one arm to one rig and the other arm to the other rig. Still, I thought this was fake. I had no memory of the movie. If I had, I may not have agreed. I had no idea he had accomplices in the driver seat of each truck and as they inched forward a little, I was being pulled in two different directions. I pissed myself. Blondie’s song Rip Her to Shreds played in my head as my arm popped out of its socket. My leg pulled out of its socket. Skin tore from my limbs. My left arm tore off first, then my left leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I must have gone into shock because everything went dark. I remember hearing laughter right before I died. Druggy whores should never agree to snuff sex. It never works out.