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Rape phone sex fantasies with a prostitute

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I had watched her for a few days.  She had a definite heroin problem and sold herself only to feed her habit.  I don’t mind drugs, but they’re supposed to be recreational…not all of life.  Anyway, I knew that she wouldn’t be missed.  So, with my sweet smile and the promise of a stupid cheeseburger, I lured her into one of the seedy motels nearby.  I had everything set-up.  And, when she entered, I motioned toward the rickety table that barely held up the burger on the plate.  She talked about how long since she’d eaten; it was difficult to understand her as she garbled up her food and swallowed it with the help of some water nearby.

I watched her with intense interest and disgust.  Finally, as she was eating the last remaining bites, I told her that she was actually eating something that I cooked.  She didn’t look surprised or care; but, I continued to explain that I had a very interesting diet and it’s difficult to find people who share my delicate tastes.  She exhaled loudly and began to get up since the food was gone.  I told her not to be in a rush and she sat back down.  “Did you know Miriam?” I asked.  She nodded and told me a short sappy story about how she vanished; maybe she had been kidnapped by one of her Johns.  I told her that was not the case; in fact, Miriam was with us here and now.  She looked around the room, searching vigorously for her friend; then, I gestured toward the table at her plate.

Stupid girl didn’t understand so I plopped a picture of her dead friend, mutilated in my dungeon.  She acted as if she was going to throw-up; but, when she stood, she quickly realized that she couldn’t.  The eye drops that I had put in her water had knocked her out.  I proceeded to cuff her to the bed and place a plastic bag over her head.  She came to for only a few minutes; the rising and falling of the bag was beautiful.  There’s just something about watching someone’s last breath!  As she struggled to breathe, I read a few bible verses; I couldn’t think of anything meaner to do.  But, I was quiet for her last gasp.  I completed my afternoon by carving out a gaping hole in her upper torso.  I packed the meat in my bag in case I wanted to feed another prostitute later.  But, before I left, I had to break the cheap lamp by the bedside and shove it up into her nasty cunt.  I thought that was a proper send-off.

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Taboo Phone Sex Geneva is Accosted

Walking to my car after hours in the Mall parking garage I had a feeling I was being followed. Stepping up my pace I fumble for my keys  and drop them. As I crouch down to retrieve my keys they close in around me. Slowly I stand up to feel hands on my arms and someone shoving a handkerchief in my face with something intoxicating on it.  Unable to get away as I struggle but it’s useless, as I feel myself drift and all limbs go weak.

Feeling groggy I start coming out of the haze and I don’t recognize my surroundings. I try to move to find my ankles and wrists are bound to a bed frame. Looking around it appears I’m alone. I then realize something just doesn’t seem right. I hear voices and laughter coming from somewhere and I want to try and yell but no noise emits from me. I then realize I’m naked and have an aching in my neck and wait is that a bag of blood hanging to my side straining I notice I have a tube connected to it, wait I have an IV in my arm.

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Panicking I’m trying to discern whether the blood is flowing in or out of me. What is happening? One of the guys that were following me came into the room with a huge smile, “oh look she’s awake!” Don’t struggle or your cause yourself more harm. You lost a lot of blood darling my friends tend to get over excited sometimes and they take more blood than they should. The younger breeds are so greedy and frenzy way too much.

You were very tasty though I do admit. You’ll feel better in awhile and we can then introduce you to your new family. You will have space to roam and will be fed a nutritious diet. We need to keep our feed in tip top shape and thriving naturally. Your now part of our free range human herd. Your going to be thriving to ensure you are prime feed for the clan.

Horrified I start noticing there are about 20 pale beings around me with bloodshot eyes. None of them have hair and their skin is pasty and saggy almost grey. They have gangly fingers and are dressed in black pants and turtlenecks. They are all looking at me as though they want to feast on me. I notice one arm actually does have a chunk of skin missing.

Please.. I start to whisper… don’t eat me… as things start going dark again. I feel some form of cold metal blade caressing my thigh as I fall under….

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies and the Hellcats in Control

I was hanging out with a couple of the Hellcats at our favorite bar. We were getting plastered and joking about how we would gang up on this weasel that keeps looking at us. All the wild fun we would have with his pathetic fucking “manhood”. Seriously he had best get a life or we will be more than happy to snuff him.

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We were joking and laughing so fucking hard this dude decided to actually approach us! We abruptly stopped laughing my two hellions got up and stood to either side of him and held him. I just laughed at him and kicked him in the gut. He tried breaking free of the hellions and could not, in fact they  both spit in his face. I went and grabbed my bag from the bar and we hauled this pathetic gimp out to the back lot.

Laughing we bound his wrists at his back I kicked him again, this time in the groin. He keeled over in pain which drove him to his knees. Scrunched over he kept trying to speak and we shut him up shoving a pair of dirty crusty with cum stains panty’s in his mouth to shut him up. We got his pants pulled down and I pulled out my abuse arsenal of goodies. We made our selections laughing about what we were about to do with this fucking gimp.

I put on a pair of PVC elbow length gloves on  that were decorated with studs along the knuckles. I strapped on a 12″ long dildo that was 6.5″ thick. My girlfriends each chose equally long cocks only Stacy had hers with studs going down the length and was a slightly under the girth of mine. Bats had chosen the “squirter” which was 12″ and 6″ wide but came with a hole in the dickhead and a tube with a squeeze ball for injecting our gimp with some “juice”. I had a flask of Tequila and we filled this bitch up.

As the leader I get first dibs. I kneel down behind gimp boy and start with shoving my fist in and boy did he squirm ! He tried spitting out the panties and screaming but Bats went around front and shoved her dick in his mouth. I continued fisting his gimp ass and pulled my hand out Bat removed her dick from his mouth so I could shove my shit, assjuice and blood covered PVC hand in his fuck trap. As I gagged him with his ass juice I started taking his ass, raping the hell out of this gimp with my long fat cock.

We all took turns doing him and whenever Bats got her turn she was brutal with that anal shot of Tequila his ripped ass tissue saturated with the liquor enema as it entered his blood stream he was gargling and eyes glazed over as his breathing slowed. Stacy took another shot at him and I took his mouth. We had the gimp on his deathbed in fetal position as we packed up our arsenal doused it all with Tequila set it ablaze just feet from our gimp.

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Drown Me in Taboo Phone Sex

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I’m laying in the tub thinking of you and the first time you tried to drown me. I want to feel the air taken from my lungs.  I fought you with all my strength, but I couldn’t win. Your large hands around my throat and pushing my head under the water. That look in your eyes – I thought for sure I was going to die. And yet, I have never wanted you more than at that moment.  You let me gasp for air while you fingered me and made me cum even though I was terrified.

My adrenaline pumped for 20 minutes as you drown me, and brought me back over and over.  I swallowed water and then your cock as you climbed in the water on top of me.  Choking on your giant cock and watching as you revelled in scaring me. You straddled my face and shoved your cock in my throat so hard it held me under the water. You loved feeling me choke, and you loved waiting til I stopped fighting to bring me back to the surface. I begged you for my life, and secretly I never wanted it to end.

I lay here now wanting nothing more than you to visit me again tonight. I will wait for you in my tub. I will wait for your strong hands, huge cock and evil eyes.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies While I Roast

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I can smell the flames coming from the burning flames.  I can hear the metal spit turning over the fire, getting nice and hot. I see you drooling as you stand over my weak body, ready to snuff me out over the flames. You put on your gloves, as I whimper, and slide the spit off its hangers. The sound of the hot metal against metal makes my pussy start to drip.  I am helpless, and can only watch as you slide the tip of the burning metal rod between my legs and jam it up inside my pussy.

The burning and tearing of my insides finally gives me enough shock to move and scream. You ignore me and continue to slide the spit rod up up up up through my insides. You tell me I am you’re little pig roast whore and that you’re going to roast my body tonight. Up up up, the sharp rod pierces through my uterus, then makes its way up my esophagus, until I am choking on it from the inside. Blood gurgles out of my mouth as my eyes bulge and the tip of the spit rod finally comes out my mouth.

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You keep sliding it and then lift my limp body up with the rod and place it back on the spit over the fire. I can smell my hair burning as it sets on fire, and I can feel the flames licking my flesh as the spit starts to turn slowly. You squirt me with leftover blood, to make a sweet roast out of my tiny body.  I cook slowly and my body is stuck in position so I can only see where the rod allows me to see.  You, and then the night sky, the open field, and then the flames in my face. My hair is gone and I can no longer breathe from the smoke of my burning flesh.

I beg inside my head for the flames to take me, for you to take me. Please snuff my pathetic existence. Kill me and roast me like the dirty little pig whore I am.

Taboo Phone Sex with a Sacrifice

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I got you a gift Master. She is there, in the corner, tied up.  I ball gagged her and slit her wrists so that she wouldn’t scream until you came home. I will wake her up for you once you fuck me up. I need you so badly master, I am your dirty little fucking whore. I have brought you the sacrificial lamb you have demanded. Now it is time for you to take me down so that you can devour the lamb.

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She wakes up and watches in horror as you begin slicing me up. I scream with passion and she is so afraid she is trembling all over. She knows there will be no way out. She has given up on the idea of escaping. I’ve weakened her for you. I showed her all my scars and broken bones and missing nipples and told her that she is next. Fuck my wrecked pussy while she enjoys her last moments of sanity. 

Take me to my last breath, then roll my head her direction so that I can watch you take her as I fade out. I can see you, Master, pulling her from the corner. Untying her arms and then breaking them so that her limbs are useless and flopping helplessly by her sides. I am fading in and out and I want to hang on to watch your snuff skills. I do everything I can to focus my fuzzy eyes and I see her bleeding from between her breasts, then down her legs. I see you bite her lips off of her face and spit them out.

You break her legs and she falls to the ground. She is a dirty whore just like me and so you piss all over her pathetic body. I hope you enjoy your gift, Master. I am fading out and I am so worthless that you don’t even notice me anymore.

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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your knife will cut me deeply.  I woke up in a fog and I don’t know what day it is or whether its day or night.  I’ve been locked underground for so long and had so many blackouts that I can no longer keep track. I look down and your name is carved across my abdomen. The blood has clotted and it looks so beautiful. I run my hand across your name, feeling the thick blood scabs, and whisper it to myself.

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I realize at that moment I can barely speak, my throat is raw from you fucking it and my tongue is swollen from your beatings.  But you treat me exactly how I deserve to be treated. You are the only one who knows how to control my sexual desires. I reach down further to where my pussy used to be. Now between my legs is just a mangled mess of flesh and loose skin and blood. My clitoris is gone, and I know that you have it. It has always belonged to you.

I try to listen for you, wondering where you are and why I am here all alone. But my ears are ringing in my head. You’ve no doubt cracked my skull. I can feel my heart beating weakly inside my chest. I ache to see you one last time. I count my breaths and hold onto life waiting to worship you.

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Then you’re there.  Standing over me. That gorgeous smile, teeth covered in blood, glaring down at me. The tip of your blade glistens in the air above my face. A single tear runs down my face because I got to see you one last time. Now it is time to take what is yours. My life, my blood, my pain.

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He was very attractive: dark hair, tall, and confident. I crossed his path on the way to work only because I took a different route from a friend’s house downtown. Otherwise, I would have never seen him. But, as fate would have it, luck was on my side. I followed him for a little over a week; I knew where he went for dry cleaning and what days; who he was fucking when he could tear himself away from work; and even how he treated his clients. I became a little obsessed, even planting a recording device in his office and car. He was a ruthless stock broker; and, the more I learned about his method of cheating the system, the more I liked him. In fact, I was having second thoughts about killing him; but, of course, my nature got the best of me.

It was not difficult at all… I followed him home like I have done so many times; and, of course he was on his cell phone, making deals. I waited until he had finished his conversation and walked through the door to what should be a sanctuary. I tranquilized him and then drug his limp body to his desk, which I thought fitting to make a holding table. I had drilled holes, attached cuffs, and tried to make it as pretty as possible while scarring the slick mahogany wood. When he awoke, he didn’t struggle; rather, he tried to barter with me. Poor bastard. That made me like him even more.

I had brought an x acto knife and several tools. I sliced into his creamy flesh that probably had never had a bruise; I watched with satisfaction as his rich blood dripped onto the plush white carpet. I told him what I was carving into his flesh and we talked as I did so; I had to stage this carefully and thought that an angry client would be the best potential suspect. After I was done, then I could begin the fun: I sliced both of his nipples, exposing the tissue and taunting him with his own dangling nipples. Then, I dug my heel in the wounds. I sawed off his legs, the bloody masses falling to the ground with thuds. Gurgling blood, he stopped convulsing, and I knew he was dead. Finally, I did something that I hadn’t done in over a decade: I took off my clothes and mounted him, fucking his cock until I came several times. I realized that must have been my ultimate motive…since his dick was the one thing that I had left unharmed.

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Blair Meets the Puppetmaster

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Help me. I have been kidnapped by a deranged doll maker. I have been held captive for days , while he conducts evil, painful experiments on me. He has deprived me of food and water.  And, I am constantly in some form of suspension like a life size marionette doll. In fact, he told me I was doll like and he wanted to use me to create the perfect life size marionette. What the fuck? Those dolls are creepy. Always in horror movies, taunting people, scaring brats. Who does this guy think he is? The Dr. Frankenstein of dolls? I tried to beg and plead with him, but he keeps shocking me and stringing me up from the ceiling. He said next he was gonna cut my limbs and sew string through them and even slice my mouth open like the Joker to give me the authentic look of a marionette doll. He is gonna dismember and torture me so he can have his own personal creepy ass doll. Who is he, The Puppetmaster?  This sick, evil, sadistic mother fucker is enjoying my pain, my screams, my starvation. He says I’m just a stupid, worthless cunt and no one will miss me.  He says all girls should be seen but never heard and that is why we make the perfect dolls. You don’t agree with him , do you? Please someone help me.  Anyone. I will be a good girl; I will be quiet. You can do whatever you want to me, just let me live and get me the fuck out of this house of horrors.

Down South

Where have I been, you may be asking yourselves. Well I don’t have to answer to you motherfuckers! I went to a concert in Mobile, Alabama and got fucking turned around because the goddamn toll both stiffed me a dollar twenty-six. Are you fucking shitting me?! That stupid ass bitch stole from Bianca. So I was all enraged and ready to twist a neck off when I realized I was going the wrong way. The hell? Turns out I was in some redneck dive called Pascagoula. I crossed the state lines . . . I know what you’re thinking, so shut your damn trap. It’s an evil, sick ass place. Just because it’s bumfuck Mississippi doesn’t mean they’re gonna hand you sweet tea in a mason jar or some shit like that. Fuck that! It’s a wild ass neighborhood. Most of the citizens consider the day wasted if they haven’t violated a goat by noon. It’s sickeningly dark there. One wrong turn, and you’ll wind up in the trunk of a Cadillac, never to be seen or heard from again. So of course I took this opportunity to explore. I headed straight for the Brass Monkey. It might as well be called The Drunk Asshole Bar, because the company was wicked! When I was leaving, I spotted a guy trying to break into my car. Not. fucking. okay. I reached for the crowbar I keep in my purse and bashed him in the fucking head. He grunted and fell to the cement. I just kept beating and smashing the metal bar into his skull until it exploded with red goo and I kicked him aside, slid into my vehicle, and drove away. Byebye Mississippi. I don’t have to fear any thing or any place. You fuckers fear ME.