Rape phone sex fantasies are my favorite escape from my own personal hell. I have this recurring fantasy where I’m renting a room and won’t have enough money to cover my board for next month. I tell the homeowner and he’s not too pleased hearing this. He tells me that I’m going to pay my way one way or another and slaps me hard across the face. He wears heavy silver rings on each finger so that’s all it’ll take for him to break my caramel skin and make me bleed. I fall to the floor and catch myself on my hands and he gives me a swift kick to the ribs with his boot. He tells me all us coons are the same and he isn’t going to let me get a free ride. I try to crawl to safety after getting the wind kicked out of my, but he catches me by the legs and pulls me back to him. He reaches his hand up my dress and rips off my panties, straddling me so I can’t get away. He buries my head into the carpet so I can’t breathe or scream, pulls out his big, hard white cock and shoves it hard and deep into my asshole without lube. My face is a bloody, crying mess soaking into the carpet as he rapes my ass, aggressively thrusting and ripping my hole, making it bleed in the process. My body goes limp as I stop fighting against him and let me ravage my asshole until he cums inside me. Then he gets up and pees on my beaten and broken body and tells me to clean myself up and get out of his sight. I love the thought of getting treated like the poor, worthless whore that I am.
Tag: Violent Phone Sex
Re-Training Your Pet
I should have obeyed. I should have come when my masters told me to come. Now, you and my 9 other masters have locked me in a cage like a good little pet to be properly punished. Each of you stand around me in a circle, jerking off and coming on me or forcing your cock into my mouth. My throat is bruised from all of the face fucking as each of you keep shoving your cocks down my throat. As a good little pet, I know I have to keep taking each cock as it is thrusted into whatever holes you all may desire, but I push away as I struggle to breathe. You further my punishment and put me in my shock collar. You turn it to the highest setting and shock me over and over. I scream in pain as my body cannot take the electric shocks. Finally, I pass out from all of the pain. You now all come in and fuck my throat without any resistance, coming down my throat. You also fuck my pussy and my ass hard until they are red and bleeding. I am now the perfect pet.
Castration phone sex
On this Castration phone sex call he asked me a question I had never been asked before. I was hoping you could teach me how to use this Elastrator Band.
I never use one before
I’ve never used one either
Well I’m Sliding the Tight band around my balls now
It’s On!!!
Wow!!!
This Band is Super Tight How do I take it off?
I can’t Cut it off!
What should I do????
Chelsea My Balls are turning purple! OMG!
Help Me! My Balls are turning Black n Blue what do I do??
This is what you wanted.
Stop being a sissy and put some Ice on it. when this is over you will be able to play with your own clit. Take some high-dose pain pills and ice them and in a few hours, you’ll have a Pussy.
Torture phone sex: How dark can you get? Let’s find out!
Torture Phone Sex with a slutty little whore who likes to be used and abused by anyone who’s willing. The thought of being tortured by someone while I whimper and beg like a little slut to be used by you. Putting me on my knees in front of you, while I sit there waiting to be abused by you. My pretty eyes just fixated on you as you sit there, contemplating the tortuous things you want to do to me. Do you think you’d go so far as to snuff me out? Or would you show some restraint?
If any of you have actually read my profile, you’d know what a needy slut I am just wanting to be used by you. If it helps, torture sex is one of my absolute favorite things in the whole world. The idea of bleeding, or being bruised for you, maybe even dying. That makes my pussy tingle and tremble with need. I crave nothing more than to whimper for you while you use me, come make my dreams come true.
I Am A Torture And Bondage Slut. And I Love It
So I was walking down the street one dark night. It was cold the wind was whipping around the corners of streets and the wind was howling. There was no one in sight. My boyfriend did not come to meet me at the bus stop and quite frankly, I was scared. I felt like something very ominous was in the air and I was huddled in my coat and looking all around me. Then I hear music in the distance, like some dark weird goth/hip-hop music I had never heard before. It kind of made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. This black car pulls up, like real old school looking, like a Buick or Cadillac or something and the windows were tinted dark so I couldn’t even see inside.
The window rolls down and I see a very odd-looking guy grinning at me. He had black greasy hair, a thin mustache and a black hat on. He had a couple of gold teeth but yeah , he was making me feel nervous. He says, “Hey baby girl, why you walking all by your lonesome tonight?’ I told him my BF never came to pick me up from the bus stop. He said, “What? He don’t deserve to own a piece like you” Which I thought was an odd thing to say. He told me to get in the car to get warm but I said no, thank you. I didn’t live that far off and the dude was giving me the creeps! All of a sudden he jumps out of the car runs up on me slaps me across the face and drags me back to the car and shoves me in the back seat. That’s when I notice there is a dark black guy wearing a black leather jacket driving. They were both like, “We got ourselves a nice girl!” They were high-fiving each other and when I started pleading with them to let me go, they were like, “Shut up Bitch!”
I was crying my eyes out. They drove me to an abandoned house, dragged me inside, ripped all my clothes off ,tied me up beat me , slapped me across my face, shoved their rigid cocks down my throat ,slapped me across the face if they felt my teeth on their cocks.. They cursed at me, spit on me, the black guy peed on me.
This went on for days, they fucked me over and over again in my mouth, pussy and asshole. I cried so hard and begged them to let me go that I wouldn’t tell anyone. But finally after all of the abuse, I started to like it. I started to really like it. The way their cocks felt inside me, the pleasure… And the pain. I started moaning and laughing and cumming so hard! Finally they looked at each other and said, “this bitch likes it!”and then they really started getting crazy! Burning me with cigarettes, choking me, shoving their cocks down my throat until I gagged and threw up. I couldn’t get enough, I am now a torture and bondage slut and I love my Masters now. This is who and where I want to be. With them. In Hell..
Torture Sex on My Time
I have so many twisted freaks that come to me when they’re in need of some torment filled torture sex that I almost don’t have enough time to find all of the fuck pigs needed to satisfy their dastardly desires. I’m not just here to provide the droves of delinquents who can’t get off without doing some damage to the flesh of a fine little female the fuckmeat they crave, I’m a pretty busy psychopath. I got things to do.
Yesterday, for instance, I was stalking a family that seemed to be an utter waste of space to see if they’d be worth eliminating completely. It’s been a while since I’ve pruned the branches of anyone’s family tree, I was really looking forward to seeing where that went. I was in the frozen aisle of the grocery store tailing them as just another face in the crowd, as I do, when one of my clients saw me and approached and started talking really loud. He was flapping his gums about things that should never be uttered in public places, making everyone in the place turn to look at us and see who was having such a conversation, my intended targets included. So much for planning and staging that familicide.
I stormed out of the store with him following close behind me, going on and on about how he needed to make a bitch hurt and the types of wounds he wanted to inflict on an incapacitated cunt. Some things you just don’t talk about in public, loose fucking lips sink big fucking ships. That was way too much for me, I knew I had to do something about him or he would bring my whole operation down around me. I relented and told him to get in my van, I’d hook him up.
Luckily, I had one last fresh fuck pig, with skin so soft and smooth you could butter your bread with it, locked up in my dungeon of a basement that I was willing to let him use. He’s always into whipping so I knew the exact tool to give him to make him blow his load pretty quickly. I wasn’t wrong, he only lashed her about 50 times before his nut sauce was shooting all over that beaten beauty, soaking into her deep wounds and dripping down her body. As he stood there reveling in his work while trying to catch his breath, I snuck up behind him, slipped a garrotte wire over his head and squeezed my hardest to make certain that he never would. What can I say? Don’t piss me off, Pal.
Yeah, I’ll provide all the pussy you want to punish, but I’m going to do it on my time. There are people to stalk and kill, folks need to be framed for murder and I want to be the one to do it. Kind of hard when I have to find a bunch of dumb bimbos, lock them up then watch guy after guy go at them and torture-fuck the spirit out of them while they hang helplessly on an almost daily basis. If I don’t answer when you call or text you back, I’m not trying to deal with you at the moment. Period. Approach me in public and start talking all kinds of bullshit, I’ll turn your addiction into a snuff sex scene real quick. You don’t want to be on my bad side, I promise you.
Taboo Phone Sex: Just how dark are you willing to go?
Taboo phone sex is one of my favorite types. Leaving the table open so any card can be played. I know, most of you know that I like to experience quite a bit of pain myself to achieve sexual release. On the flip side, I actually like to tease and torment Men as well. Especially if they think they are super Dominant, and I can tell that they are just whimpering submissive bitch at the end of the day. Do you think you’d have what it takes to turn me into a needy whimpering little slut? Making want to do anything you ask? Or do you think the tables would be turned and you’d be the one on your knees begging for mercy? Do you have the balls for Torture sex? Allowing me to let out my deepest darkest fantasies on your weak unsuspecting body? Let’s find out, pick up that phone, don’t be a pussy, and let’s play.
Violent Phone Sex Fantasies are Common for Women Too
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you? I am known mostly as a victim, but I am almost 40 now. I have years of aggression and anger built up inside of me. I hooked up with this drug dealer Friday night. I was desperate for a fix, and he was the only one with enough coke for me who was willing to trade my fuck holes for the drugs. He is a violent guy. Not the kind of man I want to cross or disobey. Plus, he has the best coke. I hate to go to him for coke though because he is such a scary man. I mean this is the kind of guy who makes real snuff movies with those who cross him as the stars. At first, he did not want to give me coke. He told me he is tired of my old holes. I get it. I have been used a lot. I wanted that coke though, so I suggested I find him something young and very tight. I am a soccer mom. I can lure away any girl easily. I had his attention then. I have some rage inside me too, so I was hoping he would let me help him torture her. I was only gone about an hour. I had no trouble finding a little slut with tight holes. He was happy with my selection. I held her down so he could fuck her. There was a lot of blood. No doubt, she was a virgin. I sat her face and made her eat my asshole while he fucked her bloody cunt. She was a fighter. But she was no match for us. I mean I wanted coke. I would have slit her throat myself for his coke. He made a snuff flick and a teen rape porn video, and I helped. She was just a little high school tramp anyway. One of those are born every minute. She is replaceable. I got my coke, and my dealer got some tight young pussy.
Rented off for Violent phone sex
The men sold my Violent phone sex services out to a brutal ugly bastard, and he had no issues proving that sometimes looks are not at all deceiving. He started the session by clapping my ass with his big strong, frankly hulking hands. My cheeks jiggled, then quaked, and before long I was quivering in pain from the sting. It was like a shockwave had hit and flown through my whole body one inch at a time. It shook me to my core, and that was before he lifted me up with far too much force and pressed me against the wall by my front without relent. He pressed against me so hard with his massive body that my Cheap phone sex nipples scraped against the wood and I found myself crying out. He then went and rubbed his massive, honking cock up against my whore slit. It was so huge it drove me crazy, the redness flowing over my cheeks as fast as the juice dripping down my legs. I couldn’t help it, never can, when the smell of a rigid fuck meat standing tall in excitement hits my nose I’m immediately soaked and wiggling my hips. I’m trained too well, conditioned to be horny to a fault. I’m a pleasure slave and I know it. So when he raised the tip of his fat prick up to my swollen, needy lips, I pressed down despite his body pressing me against the wall and I swallowed him up. Devouring his Taboo phone sex cock exactly where I needed it, stretching me out far too much and breaking me in before he even began to thrust. Once he did thrust, grabbing me hard enough to bruise my flesh before pumping rapidly, it was with enough force to knock the air out of my lungs and roll my eyes back in surprise.
IT Wants Willow
Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown. Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death. Not me, though. Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.
It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho. I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe. It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do. I love it. That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.
The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub. Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath. I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep. He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me. I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer. Color me intrigued.
His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat. As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me. Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it. It didn’t work. I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.
Ever fluster a cosmic entity? It’s pretty fun. When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad. That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me. Now we’re talking. I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time. Hell, I’ll try anything once.
I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep. Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right. Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing. I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me. That demon definitely did not disappoint.
Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once. I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine. One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy. I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain. Cathartic as hell. I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck. We all fuck, down here.