Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Run? I Think Not……

I can’t help reveling in the glory of his pain. Re-living every minute of it while I fuck myself and enjoy the feelings of pure pleasure that remembering brings me. My cunt comes alive and the sensations are warm and wet running through my veins like fire. I can’t keep the moans from cumming. I can’t stop running my hands over my body. I can’t keep the cum from flowing down my legs and puddling on the sheets below me. I can see the look of terror on his face when he realized that running from me was not going to work. His eyes wide knowing he was bested by a chick. Holding him down at knife point and looking into his eyes just made my blood boil. He really thought he could get away! Out of the corner of my eye I saw a led pipe. Picking it up and raising it high in the air, I brought it down, full force right across his ankle. The sound of the bone breaking started the orgasm deep in my belly. Seeing the bone pop through his skin and hearing his agonizing scream, brought my orgasm full circle, pouring out of my cunt. I beat him with that pipe until he was unrecognizable. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat and blood and cum. My heart pounding, my breathing so heavy that I could hardly catch a breath. I left his ass there in that alley. Freshly showered and in my room I continue to cum and fuck myself, remembering the sights and sounds and how it felt.

Fisting Phone Sex with Sheila: No More Ouija Boards

My stepsons and I love horror movies and haunted houses. October is our favorite month. They came over last night right at midnight so we could start the month off with a bang. I had an old movie from my college days called Witchboard for us to watch; they brought a Oiuji Board. I have never actually used one before. I am not sure I believe in them, but never wanted to risk bringing a demon into my home. My devilish step sons were enough for me to handle. After the movie, they convinced me to try it. They actually blackmailed me into it. No cock until I played! I was horny as fuck so I had to give in to my superstitions.  I tried to look at it as a silly game; a silly game that would get me tagged teamed by my hung step sons.

We turned off all the lights and lit some candles and sat around the table trying to find out if there were any spirits in the house with us. I was thinking it was kinda corny, when my one son seemed to have made contact with a spirit named Liderc. I thought sure my step son made it up, was punking me. Until Liderc seemed to shape shift into my son and all hell broke loose. He had an evil look in his eye, like he was going to have his way with me regardless if I granted him permission. He stood up, over turned the table and leaped at me. He grabbed my throat and started choking me. When my other step son tried to intervene, he knocked him clear across the room until he hit his head on the wall and passed out.  My devil step son dragged me in to the bathroom and threw me across the tub and rammed his fist up my ass. It really hurt. I can take some big dick, even in my ass, but never have I been fisted in the ass. I was pleading with him to stop, crying….. He was hurting me. Suddenly, he removed his fist from my ass and flipped me over. Made me suck my ass juice off his hand. I was so humiliated. Then, he shoved his cock in my cunt while strangling my throat. The look in his eyes was pure evil. This was not my son, but clearly a demon we had invited into our home. I was being forced to fuck a demonic spirit. I literally had the devil inside me. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was horrified. I too looked demonic.

This went on for hours. Liderc fucked me with his cock and fists. Violated all my holes over and over until my other son came to and busted in with a cross and a Bible. I forgot he got ordained as a minister online so he could marry his gay friends. He was espousing some mumbo jumbo but whatever it was worked. Liderc left my son’s body and when my son was back he remembered nothing. He saw how bruised up and sore I was and asked what happened. His brother and I decided not to tell him the truth. He loves fucking me and giving me pleasure; would kill him to know he fisted me and hurt the holes he loves to kiss and lick.

I looked up Liderc online and he is a real demon. He can come through key holes and is easily summoned through a Ouija Board. He is known for assaulting women and turning all he comes into contact with into his likeness.  So, I was fucked by a narcissistic demon? I will never again touch a Ouija Board. I am still sitting on a frozen bag of vegetables as  my ass is super sore. Going to take a while for my body to recuperate from demonic anal torture.

I love taking it up the ass, don’t get me wrong. I just prefer you use some lube before you jump that ass, okay?

Roleplay with BBW Passion

When my son comes home from college to visit, I make sure I have the sexiest lingerie and some kinky roleplays for us to enjoy. One of my favorite roleplays is rape fantasies. My son breaks in the house and finds me getting ready for my date. I have on a white skirt with a green floral top and some 6 inch heels. I was putting on some lip stick when he rushes in and snatches me up. He throws me on the bed and pinned me down. I’m scared yet aroused. He tries to spread my legs but I fight back. He squeezes my tits and slaps me across the face. Damn I am so wet at this point. My robber soon finds out how wet I am when he rips my thong off and shoves his fingers in my pussy. I can feel his hard cock up against my thigh. He is so ready to fuck my pussy… and I am so ready too! I scream and squirm trying to get away but he just roughs me up again. He pulls out his cock and slides in my tight walls. He forces himself deeper and deeper. I tell my son not to cum in my pussy but he doesn’t listen. I tell him again because this time I was serious. It wasn’t apart of the roleplay. I hadn’t refilled my birth control prescription yet. He starts choking me which makes it hard to tell him I wasn’t roleplaying and by the time he lets go of my neck it’s too late. He already spilled his seed into my cunt. I love my son but I am not ready for another little one. I am so nervous! My son may have just impregnated me. There’s only one way to find out! Let’s just hope it’s a scare and not a bun in the oven!

Tea Party!

So I got such a good offer this week end. My dealer had a special friend who wanted a special party. He wanted to use my little whores to fulfill his twisted fantasy! He wanted a princess party. The little sluts dressed like princesses and serving him tea! Then he was going to make those princesses his fuck toys! I really dont give a fuck what he does to those whores! I told them my price and he gave it to me. Drake even bought the little whores there costume. They did look so pretty. Even got little tiaras. There dresses were long and fluffy. It was like they stepped right out of a Fairy Tale! He had a little castle set up with a tiny little tea table! My sluts were so excited! They were laughing and giggling and he was loving it! Just sitting there on a tiny chair sipping tea! Then he went fucking crazy! He flipped the table over and grabbed my youngest slut! He ripped her tiny dress right down the front. And she started crying! He tore her clothes right off of her! Then he forced her legs open and pulled out his big fat cock and shoved it deep inside of her! He fucked her so hard and fast! Grunting and groaning! He pulled out at the last second and shot his cum all over her face! Then he got up and left her crying on the floor! He got exactly what he payed for!

School Is In

I love it when school starts back. The High School is just around the corner and all the high school sluts walk by every day, to and from. in their short skirts. Acting like little sluts and flaunting their stuff.
There is one sweet little honey that loves to wear the shortest skirts with her ass hanging out. Swinging her hips and making me want to take her.
It has been two weeks now and each day she has driven me crazy. All I can think about is kidnapping her and handcuffing her hands behind her back against that sweet ass of hers.
She would be mine and mine alone first. The things I will do to her have haunted my dreams for two weeks now.
The time is drawing near. Of course I will share her with the others but I will enjoy her first. Using her and abusing her until she is screaming for mercy.
Her mercy will be to give her to the others and there won’t be mercy there.
She is about to learn just what happens to a bitch that teases on the streets and puts her shit out there for every one to see.
Tomorrow is the day she will be mine. My pussy is pulsating with desire, knowing what will happen, I have it all planned out. Step by step. From taking her off the street to bringing her in and having my way with her, to watching the others enjoy my little tart.
Don’t you wish you could watch?

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Never Take a Ride from a Stranger

It was a gorgeous day for once. So, I decided to take a drive in the country. Well, my car broke down. I was out in the middle of nowhere. I had no money with me and my fucking cell was out of signal. I started walking when a man in a jeep came along that rural road. He saw my car a ways back and put two and two together. Now, I normally don’t take rides from strangers. I know the dangers but it was getting dark and I was miles from civilization. I hopped in his jeep. I mean he didn’t look like a serial killer or anything. Looks can be deceiving.

The moment I got in I knew something was off. I just felt it. I tried to jump from the jeep, but he grabbed me by the hair and snapped me back and smashed my face so hard against the dash board I lost consciousness. I woke up naked, hog tied and strapped to the hood of his jeep like a dead deer. Now, I like bondage phone sex, but this was real and I was in Deliverance country, so anything could happen. He thought he was 4 wheeling with all the bumps he hit. I wanted to puke. He drove me to some cabin in the woods. Dragged me in by my hair like a dead animal. He strung me up and put a gag in my mouth that had spikes. Hurt like hell, and pinned my tongue in such a way that I could not move it without risk of slicing it. He wanted me quiet.

He tied me to a rack and brought out this huge fucking machine. I love those things, but not like this. He was planning on using this thing against my wishes. I was strapped down so I could not move. I felt paralyzed. He starting ramming that thing in my cunt at warp speed. Seriously, I was convulsing from the over stimulation. It was not pleasurable at that speed, for that length of time. He sat in a corner in his sex dungeon of a basement and jacked off watching me suffer. Tears running down my cheeks, pissing myself; shaking uncontrollable. This all turned him on. I was drenched in sweat, piss, cum, tears… He was still jacking off; enjoying my pain, my discomfort.

After what seemed forever, he cut me down and removed my gag. I was too drained to scream or fight him. He carried me upstairs, dumped me on his bed and tied me to each corner. I asked him what his plans were for me. He just said, “Stupid bitch. Don’t you know to never take rides from strangers.” He gave me an evil smile and left the room. He didn’t return until the morning. I had pissed the bed. I smelled awful. I looked even worse. Then he untied me, fucked me, and dumped me outside naked and filled with cum to find my way back home. Said he knew where I lived and I better never speak of this again if I valued my life. What he didn’t realize was that I don’t value my life.

Do you like bondage phone sex? Perhaps have rape phone sex fantasies? Well, I am a good subby bitch. Use me as you see fit.

Caught Red Handed

     Something scary happened to me yesterday.

     I was at Kohl’s, looking around, and I accidentally took a bracelet off the sales rack by the entrance and slipped it on my wrist. I mean, look–I know it was wrong, but the bracelet was so pretty, and I just didn’t have the money to buy it. My mom is sorta in a tight spot right now, and I really wanted that accessory…

     Keeping my head down, I made my way toward the exit and tried to shake the feeling of a million eyes watching my every move. It felt like an eternity of bunched nerves and swirling anxiety before I finally made it past the weird oblong white gates in front of the department store doors. I always wondered what those things were…

     Suddenly, a piercingly shrill ringing noise bit through to my eardrums. It sounded a lot like the beeping thing that happens in my house when I accidentally open a window in the middle of the night.

     I couldn’t tell what that weird noise was…but it was so loud…I kept walking, slowly and kinda watchful-like, peeking over my shoulder just as I was about to reach the door…and someone grabbed me. “What’s that on your arm?” the stern voice demanded. I squeaked. “I, um, well, it’s uh…” My stuttered attempt at an explanation came out rushed and pathetic sounding, even to my own ears. The man was unmoved. His eyes slanted with punishing fervor.

 

    He didn’t seem to believe me when I told him that the bracelet was mine from home. Actually, I thought he might suddenly shake me very hard and then take a bite out of my neck. He looked angry enough to do it.

     “Come with me,” he ordered, and then starting pulling me away from the exit and toward a door marked ‘Private’ on the side of the store. At first, my reaction was to fight like a wildcat and hiss, trying to pull away. But he shot me a very mean, dangerous look and I quickly settled down and follow him–though my fears were not abated.

     He shoved me into his office room and told me to sit down in the chair. His no-nonsense voice was very intimidating, and I did as I was told. “What street do you live on?” he shot out, his questions sounding much more like harsh demands with no room for an argument.

     “I, um, I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said nervously.

     The man’s eyes slanted again. “You lying little bitch.”

     He sounded so mean…I started sniffling. I really wished my Mommy was there.

     “You’re a thief!” he continued. “You sneaky little whore. I am calling your parents and then the police. Do you understand what’s going to happen to you now? You’re in BIG trouble, little girl.”

     I started protesting rapidly, coming up with any excuse necessary to convince him not to tell on me. “Please, please, please,” I begged, “I’m sorry! I’ll give the bracelet back! I didn’t mean to do it!”

     My words weren’t enough for him.

     “Take off your blouse,” he told me.

     Huh? I thought.

     He seemed to detect my uncertainty and gave me a glance-over, his eyes boring into every part of me. I shivered and drew back, crossing my arms over my chest protectively.

     His voice rang out again, at full-volume and sounding completely unabashed. “I’m going to need to do a full body cavity search. You know what that is?”

     I shook my head no.

     He nodded, as though he knew I was just a ‘sneaky little whore’ who couldn’t possibly know anything. I sniffled in response. “It’s where you take off your clothes and I stick my fingers into your orifices to make sure you’re not hiding anything else up there.” He glared at me.

     “But, but!” I protested. “I promise, I only took the bracelet!”

     The security guard was not wanting to listen to my excuses. He grabbed me by my shoulders and brought his face close to mine. His fingers bit harshly into my skin, and I whimpered in pain, trying to pull back. He stayed firm and stared right into my eyes.

     “Look you little bitch–I’m going to need to search you. You’re a criminal. If you didn’t want this problem, you shouldn’t have stolen from my store. Now do I need to make some phone calls here?”

     I shook my head frantically and my hands reached up to unbutton my blouse, shaking all the way. When my soft, tender flesh was exposed to his sight, he grabbed at my bra and ripped it off me, ignoring my feeble, pained mews in unease and fear.

     He licked his lips as his rough hands grabbed my budding breasts.

     “You in puberty? Developin’?” He asked. With his New York accent, it sounded like he was leaving off the ‘g.’

     I nodded meekly.

     “Take off your panties,” he bit out.

     “What?!” I squealed. “Please, no!”

     The security guard shook his head gruffly and grunted; I yielded to his threatening expression. Resigned and defeated, I slipped out of the rest of my clothes and stood there naked in front of him.

     He wasted no time. He pawed at me and bent me over the chair. It was awful and so invasive and degrading. I was embarrassed, ashamed, and horribly distressed. He stuck a finger in my asshole and searched for jewelry. Then he did the same to my little cunny hole. Finally, after what felt like hours of his fingers pushing upward into my holes, he drew his hand back and straightened up again.

     I thought the worst was over, but then he took out his baton. He got it out of his pants, and then told me to put it in my mouth. I did as I was told. “How does it taste?” he asked me sleazily. I kept crying as he shoved it deeper into my throat hole.

     “It’s warm and long and hard,” I answered. “It’s sort of salty.” Suddenly, I flinched. “I think it just moved in my mouth!” I informed him in shock. He just rolled his eyes and slapped me in the face. My jaw throbbed painfully, and I cast my eyes downward.

     Next, he tied my wrists and ankles down to the chair in front of him. He thrust his fingers up into my holes and told me to keep sucking his baton. I listened to what he told me to do.

     Then…it was over. He gave me harsh warning never to steal anything from his store again, and told me to put my clothes back on and leave.

     Just as I was making a run for the door, elated and joyous out of my mind for having avoided a confrontational scenario involving my parents and the police, he stopped me in my tracks.

     “And I hope you don’t think this is over,” his voice slithered lowly. “I expect you back here tomorrow. We’re going to see how far I can fit my baton into your little baby asshole.”

     I sniffled tearfully and nodded in obedience.

     “Good,” he said. “Now get the FUCK out of my sight.”

Outdoor Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

I go on hiking trails alone all of the time; a few of my friends had mentioned that it was dangerous, but I really couldn’t see why.  As I was admiring the yellow butterflies that had danced along in front of me, I heard two male voices.  And, when I stopped, my weight caused a stick to break underneath my boots.  I couldn’t see the men, but their voices had stopped.  Two brown-skin men emerged from the brush and were coming near me.  Then, I saw something on the ground: it was a backpack and it looked like it was filled with cocaine.  I started walking toward the entrance of the trail; they were hollering after me, “Wait” (from my limited knowledge of the Spanish language).  I was about to break off in a run when another brown-skin man stood in front of me.  The surprise made me halt long enough so that the other men had caught up with me.  They were laughing with each other; and, one of the men took me by the arm.  I tried to resist, but there was really no chance to break free because he was so strong and tall.

We arrived at the backpack again.  One of the men took a large bag of cocaine and offered it to me.  I shook my head, “No,”; and, then he began loosening his belt.  I knew what was going to happen!  I panicked and pointed at the drugs; all the men laughed.  I took a few hits and they did, too.  I was feeling buoyant and as light as a feather as one of the men pulled me down on his hips.  I don’t even know how I ended up naked.  He sucked on my titties as he pulled my ass cheeks apart.  He instructed the other man to give me another hit; and, then, I felt his entire throbbing cock enter my asshole.  I could feel it pulse inside me!  And, another guy pressed his cock to my lips.  I didn’t have a choice, but I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it.  I was a play-toy for these men.  And, I accepted their cum in my mouth and asshole. I was their little cum whore, and I knew that all of my holes would be creampies before they were done with me!

Daddy’s ‘lil baby girl

Daddy calls me his special baby girl. He says there is no one like me and that I’m very precious to him. Mostly he says this when Mommy is not around. Pretty much he says it only when his pants are off. Another thing I’ve noticed is that he usually tells me that I’m his special ‘lil baby girl when his Daddy dickie is very hard like a rock solid pee-pee. *Giggle* What do you think that means? Daddy told me the other day that he can’t help but get nice and turned on around his special ‘lil baby girl because I’m so tiny and soft. My hair is curly and blonde and long like a Princess, apparently. Plus, he says I’m nice and warm and he loves to kiss and touch me in bed when Mommy is asleep. That’s why he sometimes sneaks in super quiet to play with my pajama bottoms at night!

Slavery Phone Sex At It’s Best

So it was a beautiful day and we all decided to hop on the bikes and take a ride. I love the feeling of that big machine between my legs, vibrating like a giant vibrator, sending shock waves up my pussy until my panties are soaking wet. I can never get on the bike without cumming several times. We ended up stopping at a beautiful park that had hiking trails. We all agreed that a hike would be fun and an opportunity to find a secluded spot to fuck our brains out after getting all worked up on the bikes. We found a great spot and let the orgy begin. We had just finished fucking when we saw a pretty little thing cumming up the trail all by her self. All it took was that one look at one of us and we decided to grab her. We took her back to the club house and decided to make her our sex slave for the weekend. We have her in the play room right now and we are filling her up with hot juicy cum. Tomorrow she will cook and clean, she won’t be allowed to wear any clothes and she will get fucked by us all at will. We love having a little sex slave almost as much as we love the idea of getting rid of the fucking bitch when we are done with her.