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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.

Drug Dealers Revenge, Step Mom’s Nightmare

I was home today cooking a special meal for my step sons. They were both coming over tonight.  I had it all planned out. A nice hardy meal followed by some hardy fucking with my two favorite boys. As I was pulling the pot roast out of the oven, the dog started barking wildly. I went into the living room to see what the ruckus was and was startled to see two men not my stepsons in my house. I screamed, “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” One lunged at me and threw me down hard on the floor while the other one tied me up and initially shoved his cock in my mouth to shut me up. They were asking for my sons. I lied and said I hadn’t seen them in days and didn’t know when I would.  Apparently my boys are selling drugs on campus and they owe these guys thousands of dollars. I tried to settle their drug debt. I explained my husband was a very wealthy man; that whatever is owed them, I would make good.  They looked at me like I was crazy for offering them money. One replied, “Bitch we don’t want your money. We will get the money from your sons. We want you.”  The other one said, “Payback is a bitch and if they gonna steal our drugs, we gonna fuck their precious mommy.” I tried to struggle, to no avail. They over powered me and dragged me into the kitchen. They threw me up on the butcher block table and began torturing my fuck holes with kitchen utensils. I was crying and pleading for mercy, but they just kept forcing their cocks and whatever instrument they could find into my pussy and ass. This was not at all the scenario I had planned for the afternoon.

It seemed like days that they were using me. Just when I thought it was over, one of them grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the block. He threw me to the ground, forced me on my knees and shoved his cock down my throat. At one point both their cocks were in my throat, making me gag. They had put cocaine on their dicks too, so my mouth was numb. They came all over my face, then slapped me hard  and called me bitch and whore and slut. They forced me to snort coke off their cocks until I was so high I was begging them for more abuse. They informed me I belonged to them and they would continue to use me how they saw fit until the fucktards  I call my step sons had paid back every penny they owed and more.  They took pictures too so my sons could see what happens when they buy drugs but neglect to pay for them.

I can’t believe my step sons never arrived for dinner. I laid there, on the kitchen floor, high and covered in cum. Beaten and tortured hoping my step sons would rescue me. They never showed up. Did they know what was happening today?  Did they use me to settle their drug debt? I think I was just  part of a drug deal gone wrong. At least horribly wrong for me….

Caring is Sharing

I have a secret that I’ve really never told anyone… When I was little, I would masturbate with my stuffed animals, especially my Care Bears. Pulling down my panties under the blanket, I would stroke my bald, little pussy with the soft fuzz. And, when I would get close to cumming, I would mash their hard little heart-shaped noses to my clit. I would lay in my bed, in the dark, and stare at my open door; I would beg that someone would enter my room and fulfill all of my rape fantasies. I’d press another bear to my nipples, rubbing that cold nose against my nipples and barely forming breasts. I always wished that my daddy or brother…or anyone would catch me and strip the covers away, revealing my hot little horny cunt. I wanted someone to fuck me, push inside my cunt like I saw on the TV late at night; I didn’t know what it would feel like, but I bet that it would feel even better than my Care Bears. As I got older, the fur became more matted and smelled different…not bad, just different. My clit seemed to get bigger and peak out of my pussy more; and, it felt even better to feel that soft toy between my legs as I rubbed my forming breasts. My most recent gift was a big stuffed gorilla; and, for old times, I tried to do exactly what I did when I was younger. I straddled the big stuffed animal and rubbed my waxed pussy on it; then, I introduced a new toy…a vibrator. I sat my clit hard on the vibrator and rode the stuffed animal. I came hard, his face between my breasts, and I collapsed beside him. Then, I vowed to do it more often, and I hope that I can do it with someone else!

Let It Go

My Daddy and I played fun touching games during our snuggly movie night. I heard the pretty song Let It Go right when Daddy let go of his yummy squirting snow! He drew a better version in my secret sparkly diary:) Wanna see?

Let It Go ~ Demi Lovato

Let it go,

Let it go

can’t hold it back anymore

Let it go

Let it go

time to touch my baby girl

~ * ~

she’s wearing that little nighty and I

wanna see what’s underneath

~ * ~

I raised that little daughter

and now it’s time to quench my need

my legs are shaking from

my throbbing cock between

~ * ~

Couldn’t stop my incestous thoughts

gotta give that girl my seed!

~ * ~

Don’t tell your Mom

Don’t let her see

Be a good girl for Daddy, sweetie

~ * ~

I’ll put it in

to your muffin

and

let the pounding begin!

~ * ~

Let it go,

Let it go

can’t hold it back anymore

Let it go

Let it go

time to fuck my baby girl

Mistress Mommy Monika and Pet Jazzy

My new little pet, Jazzy, was born a boy but always wanted to be a girl; her biological mother, she told me, was a real witch. Jazzy invited me to a lake house that she was borrowing from a friend. When I arrived, I was thrilled with the accommodations; the view from the master bedroom, which was all mine, overlooked the lake. “Do you like it, Mommy?” my pet asked. “Of course,” I said in my sweet Mommy voice. I bragged on her and touched her between the legs; she kept telling me how much she wanted to please me. I lay on the bed and told her to eat my pussy. Like a good little girl, she bent down and rolled my clit in her mouth, sucking my lips. And, looking at the lake, I creamed inside of her mouth.

The doorbell rang and I told Jazzy to answer it. Now it was time to be ‘Mean Mommy.’ The door opened and several guys filed in. I told Jazzy to put on some porn for the gentlemen and explained that they were here for her; she was going to make Mommy some money by doing anything these gentlemen asked of her.

The guys began popping open some beers while I took Jazzy and one of the guys to her bedroom. I told him to use her like the whore she was, to defile her and her bed sheets so that she would always remember how worthless she was. The man flipped her on her stomach and began pounding her ass; he grabbed her hair and rode her like an animal, not a person. I forbid Jazzy to cum at any point or she would suffer horrible consequences. He shot his load all over her ass and wiped his dick across her face. When he left, I rubbed Jazzy’s cock, “That’s right, nice Mommy is going to rub that little clit now.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said. “I just want to please you, Mommy.” The fun was just beginning!

Punishment

He brought her to us for her indiscretions. She should not have cheated on him. One thing is for sure she will never do it again. We strapped her to the pool table, naked and crying. Smacking her in the face with the hard pool balls, knocking out teeth and disfiguring her pretty little features while fucking her ass and pussy with the pool sticks. He stood by and watched while we tortured her endlessly. Calm and collected with a satisfied smile on his face. His instructions were clear, torture her before snuffing her. Finally we invite him to ram his cock in her mouth, now bloody and toothless. The last thing she saw was his dick. The last thing she felt was it ramming down her throat as I sliced her neck opened from ear to ear just before he shot his load as the head of his dick peeked out of the gaping wound.