My man is an abusive crack addict. He beats me for any little reason, especially if he can’t get high. But if he doesn’t have money for drugs he sends me out to walk the streets . He makes me sell pussy for money to buy crack. Last night he told me he had a great surprise for me. I got so excited because it’s been years since he’s brought me anything. But the surprise was that I wouldn’t have to walk the streets last night, he had a customer lined up for me. He drove me over to the customer’s house and left me at the front door. On the drive over he explained that this customer had paid big money and could do whatever he wanted. So my stomach was full of dread as I knocked on the door. A tall, thin man with kind eyes answered the door, but I learned later that those kind eyes hid pure evil.
“Come in sweetheart, it’s cold out here.”, he welcomed me inside.
He had me follow him to a back room and locked the door behind us. When he pulled his belt off and wrapped the handle around his hand, I knew what was coming and it wasn’t sex. He beat me for 10 whole minutes until he was out of breath. I crawled away from him into the corner of the room and curled up into a ball. I cried so hard and screamed so loud for anyone to help me.
“Shut up sweetheart, no one can hear your screams”, He calmly stated.
And then the beating began again.
Tag: Violent Phone Sex
Kind Eyes, Evil Soul
Force Fucked Home Invasion
I was home alone one afternoon in my new house that I had just moved in to. I was unpacking boxes when I heard a knock on my front door. Before I could even reach the front door to answer it, the door the flew open and a masked man dressed in all black barged through then grabbed me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. It all happened so fast and I was taken aback at the entire situation. I was kicking and screaming as I tried to set myself free from his tight grip! He brought me upstairs to my bed and threw me down, choking me and making me gag as he unzipped his pants and forced his hard dick inside of my pussy. I was trying to fight back as best as I could but he was much bigger and stronger than me so it made it very difficult to try to protect myself. He pulled out a knife and began fucking my asshole with it while he force fucked me. I could feel him tearing up and slicing my insides as he had his way with me. Blood was pouring out of my holes while he twisted my body into all sorts of positions. He busted his load of cum all over my stomach and carved his initials into my pussy skin. He left me there on the bed in a pool of blood as he quickly escaped from my home.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with a Blonde Whore
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, I have a story for you. I got stood up for a date last night. I was dressed up too. I was told we were going to a swank restaurant then to a fancy fundraiser so I should be dressed accordingly. I may be a blonde bimbo, but I can clean up for the right occasion. I tried texting and calling after I had been sitting for an hour waiting to be picked up. I didn’t want to change clothes quit yet. I looked so pretty; I looked almost regal. I fixed a glass of wine and looked for a movie to watch on cable. After about 4 glasses, I was sloshed. My dog started barking. I figured he was going crazy over the neighbor’s pups like usual, so I ignored him. I should have listened; he was trying to warn me of an intruder. Before I could get to my cell phone to call 911, the masked man had me pinned against the wall. He ripped my pretty clothes off as he pressed his cock against my ass. He slammed me down against a table so he could force his cock inside my ass. As he squeezed my neck, he whispered in my ear, “You didn’t think you were going to get the royal treatment tonight, did you whore?” He used his strong hand to turn my head just to spit in my face. He let out a roaring laugh at my expense. “Whores like you don’t get treated like princesses,” he said as he anally assaulted me. I knew it was too good too be true. Blonde bimbos like me don’t get wined and dined; we get fucked and used. After he came in my ass, he fisted my cunt. He left as quietly as he arrived, leaving me in a pool of cum.
The Perfect Victim
If my man doesn’t have any money to get high he sends me out to walk the streets. He makes me sale my ass for cash. Tonight he came home angry because he had an argument with a co-worker. He came home and went straight to his drug stash.
“Bitch, have you been giving my dope away?”, he yells.
He knows I haven’t gave his drugs away, he just wants a reason to beat my ass. I race upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom, but he’s faster and he pulls me back down the stairs by my hair. I tumble downstairs landing on my back, my head painfully hits the hardwood floor. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
“Get your ass up and hit the streets!”, he yells.
I get up and head for the door. Every time I walk the streets could be my last. There are a lot of men more sadistic than my man. He doesn’t care that I could be killed, him getting high is more important than my life. Why don’t I have the strength to leave? Do I like being a victim?
Raped in an Alley
I was always told never to walk alone at night, but I was never a good listener. Walking home from my friend’s house was risky through that part of town, but I like danger I guess. I cut through an alley that took off about 10 minutes from my trip. I heard rustling behind me, but I could not see anyone when I turned around. Figuring it was just the wind, I looked forward again just to run right into a hooded man. He knocked me down and climbed on top of me. Frightened, I squirmed and fought my way out from under him. I tried to run, but he grabbed me, this time knocking my head into the side of the dumpster. Everything went blurry for a minute. Grabbing my ankles, he dragged me closer to him and pulled out a knife. I was still dazed from the blow to the head, so I couldn’t fight him off this time. Cutting a hole in the crotch of my pants, he whipped out his cock and started fucking me furiously. Then I felt an awful, sharp pain right in my stomach. He had sunk the blade right into me! Blood trickled from the wound, but he started stabbing me just as furiously as he was fucking me. Screaming as he fucked and knifed me at the same time, he pulled out and blew his load over my sputtering wounds before running off into the night.
Six Missed Calls
“Bitch, I’ve been calling your fucking phone all day. Why didn’t you answer?”, he yelled.
I checked my phone and saw that I had missed 6 calls from my man. The ringer was off and he was furious. He walked towards me with hate in his eyes. Fear raced through my body. What was he going… His hands grabbed my neck and squeezes. I grabbed at his fingers trying to pry them away from my neck, but he’s too strong. Tears fall down my face. His eyes are so dark and filled with rage, and he squeezes harder. Was this it? Is this the way I die? Those were my last thoughts as I drifted into the darkness.
I woke up on my stomach in pain. My man was raping me, his cock buried deep in my ass. He pounded my ass hard, and I felt like he was ripping me apart. I cried out in pain but he keeps going. Me being in pain makes him hard and horny. My cries turn him on. He loves it when I plead for him to stop. He grabs my neck and squeezes some more, he likes it when I’m passed out. One day I won’t pass out, I’ll pass away.
Snuff phone sex
I was in the tiniest cage ever all cramped up hanging from the ceiling. My naked body was shaking and falling through the little crevices. I waited until the man who owns me lowered me down and began to piss all over me letting my skin absorb his warm stinky piss. After his piss dried into my skin he would take me out of my cage.
I was so sore I could not even get up and move very well, but it didn’t matter since he would push my body down in a matter of seconds so he could take every hole of mine. He ripped me open for the billionth time. Stuffing himself inside of me and choking my neck. He took a knife to my body and stabbed me repetitively over and over again.
He finally blew his load and shoved me back into the cage so I could starve and wait until the next time he wanted to use me.
Hunted
Freezing rain came down as I ran through the unfamiliar woods in hopes of finding a road or somewhere to hide. It stung my bare skin at first, but now I had been naked out here for so long that I was numb. My feet, raw and bloody, throbbed as I wiggled my way under a small under a tree root. Squishing through the icy mud, twigs stabbed into me, but I didn’t care. The man was hunting me. He left me in the woods and told me to run. After narrowly escaping arrows, axes, and the clutches of this evil man, I was tired! I needed to rest. I shivered in the hollow for a while before I heard him approaching. I tried not to breathe, but he grabbed my foot, trying to drag me out. I was able to wriggle free and escape out the other side of the hollow. My feet couldn’t carry me any faster, pounding through the mud. Through my tears and sobs, I heard the cackling of a wild man, not far behind. A piercing pain struck my thigh and sent me tumbling. He got me with an arrow. Unable to run, I found no use in trying to escape anymore. He stood over me, taking off his pants. His cock, hard from the thrill of the chase, tore into my muddy cunt. His rough hands strangled me as he raped me. Then everything went black.
Sex Trafficking Whore
My Master knows the owner of a very high-end sex trafficking ring and they asked him to let them use me for a night for one of their VIP clients. It took Master a little while to think about it and consider whether he wanted me to be used and abused in such a prolific way, but he ended up agreeing to sell me and let his friend know that their driver could come and pick me up. I was really scared because i’ve never been sold to a sex trafficking company before, but Master assured me that everything would be okay and that I would be back to him the following evening once they were done using me. The driver took me straight to a hotel room and the VIP was there with sexy, lacy black lingerie laid out on the bed for me to change into. He was a big, burly and scary looking man and he used force with shoving me into the lingerie while he touched me all over. I was crying because he was being such a fucking asshole and I didn’t like the feeling of his hands on my body! He made me lay on the bed and tied my ankles and wrists super tightly to all four of the bed posts. He had a tool box that he opened and smiled at as he told me he was going to have some fun with my tight holes. He took the monkey wrench and clamped it on to my clit while he shoved the handle of a hammer up my tight asshole. The handle was covered in splinters and I could feel them all stabbing into my insides while he rammed it in and out of me. I was cowering and quivering in pain but he didn’t give a fuck, the more I squirmed around, the hornier it made him! I ended up passing out from the pain and when I woke up I was covered in blood and cut open. He had fallen asleep next to me on the bed and then suddenly woke up and said that it was time for me to go back to my Master. I was so happy to leave his sinister ways.
The Drowning
“I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. He’s going to kill me”, were the terrifying thoughts I repeated over and over again in my head. I had burnt dinner again. And my man would be home in a few minutes. I’ve begged for him to talk to our landlord about that stupid stove, it hasn’t worked right for weeks now. And if I talk to the landlord that’s another reason for him to beat my ass. I hear his keys unlocking the three bolt locks he keeps on the door to keep me a prisoner in my own home. I cower in the corner because I know I’m in trouble. You can smell the burnt meal and the house is filled with smoke. The door opens…
“Bitch, you burnt my meal again!”, he yells walking towards me.
He grabs me by my hair, dragging me toward the bathroom. He makes me sit next to the tub as he fills it with water. I’m so scared, I want to run but I can’t move. He’s not saying anything and it’s terrifying. He’s sitting on the toilet calmly smoking a cigarette not saying anything but his eyes are filled with hate and disgust. He flicks the cigarette into the toilet, turns the water off. Then he attacks..gripping my hair he dunks my head into the water. He holds me under and it feels like forever. I try to fight back but he’s so strong. I fight to lift my head up but he holds me under. Right when I feel like I’m going to die he lifts my head out of the water, I gasp for oxygen and my lungs are burning painfully. I don’t get much air before he dunks my head back under. He repeats this horrific torture over and over again. And he doesn’t say a word the entire time. During the brief moments he allows me to have air I’m so busy gasping for it, I can’t even beg him to stop before he dunks my head back under. He doesn’t stop until he’s tired of this dangerous game. If I don’t leave soon he’s going to kill me.