Category: Abduction phone sex

Hot Teen Slut Summer Gets Taught a Lesson

I was on my way to school when a car pulled up next to me asking for directions. He asked me what a hot teen slut like me was doing walking to school by myself. I started to run knowing he was a bad man, but he grabbed my arm. With one yank, my head hit the car door, and the next thing I knew I woke up in some dank dark basement. I was scared. When I saw him towering over me, and I realized I was restrained, I peed my panties. He slapped me across the face and called me a dirty slut. I started to cry then scream. He grabbed my hair so hard I’m sure he pulled some out. He put a ball gag over my mouth. “Teen sluts like you make me ill. Teasing old me like me in your short little skirts. Time someone taught you a lesson whore,” he yelled at me.

He undid his pants, revealing a huge dick. I didn’t want to suck it. He slapped my face with it, told me to beg for his treat. I couldn’t say much as the bright red ball gag in my mouth stifled my speech. But I said, “Give me your dick,” all muffled. I would have said anything. I was so scared. He removed the gag, but immediately replaced it with his stiff wiener. It smelled nasty and old. He skull fucked my little mouth as I gagged, choked and slobbered on his cock. I guess I was not sucking his old pecker to his liking, so he grabbed my head and held me down on his dick until I nearly puked. I could barely breathe.

Suddenly he pulled out. Slapped my mouth. “Your cunt and ass are next cock tease,” he said. He violated my backdoor first. Forced me to sit on his dick. My tiny butthole felt like it was on fire, like I had to poop. I gritted my teeth down, just tried to bare the pain. He tore my little ass up. When he shot his big gooey load in my hinny, he pulled out his limp old dick, then shoved this thing that looked like a pacifier up my bottom. He put his thing back in my mouth. Gross. It tasted so awful. I tried to spit it out. I could taste shit and blood and his salty white stuff.  But he made me lick his dick clean. “Teen sluts like you need to know your place,” he yelled.

For hours he fucked my asshole and put it in my mouth afterwards. He called me an ass to mouth little whore. When he needed to get his shriveled old dick hard again, he would whip and spank me. He kept smacking my cunt with a fly swatter looking thing. Stung so bad. When he could not muster up any more white stuff, he dragged me to his car. We drove a little way, then he dumped me like trash on the side of the road. My clothes were tattered, my knees dirty, my eyes puffy and red from crying, and my tiny pink holes were swollen and bleeding. As I walked home battered, with  a cum/blood mixture oozing down my little legs, I heard him yelling from his car, “Not such a hot teen slut now are you whore?”

Text Message!

Crazy Scarlett: Remember that tiny blonde cheerleader we saw last week when you dropped me off at school?

Daddie: yeah. why?

Crazy Scarlett: Well I managed to make her think I wanted her advice on how to become more of a girly girl like her

Daddie: Lmao. u trick those slutty bimbos all the time, u nasty little whore. What’s in it for me?

Crazy Scarlett: !! u better be nice if u want a taste of this little virgin bimbo – I’ve got her back at your place right now…

Daddie: U naughty girl! Don’t hurt her before I get there. lol

Crazy Scarlett: U better hurry then. This uppity bitch is driving me crazy. I’ve got her feet tied and making her suck my tits. Shes scared but I haven’t hurt her YET, waiting for u! I slapped her til she quit screaming at least

Daddie: I will be right there – driving as fast as I can. Save her sweet pussy for me. Do whatever u want to her prissy mouth

Crazy Scarlett: U got it, big daddie. we will be here waiting, and heres a quick pic to make sure you hurry!

New Girl

I woke up to loud thumps coming down the stairs. It sounded like something huge and metal was being dragged down to the basement. I knew the sound, as I had experienced it before. You had a new slave and she was being delivered. I tried to sit up to watch the unloading, my heart racing, wondering how long she had been inside the safe. You hate dealing with their screaming when they first arrive – so they get locked away in a safe. Memories of my time in the box came rushing back to me. It had to have been days, but it felt like years.


I was locked inside by some stranger who had grabbed me, and left there – cramped and starving. By the time the box was opened I was barely alive and nearly blind as the dingy basement lights tried to make my eyes focus. I remember being terrified but so thirsty that I couldn’t scream. That was of course your plan all along. To break us before you even let us out of the safe. To mind fuck us so intensely, leaving us for days to accept that we had been left to die – only to then let us out into our new living hell in the basement.
I watched as you unlocked the lock and swung open the door. Her naked body climbed out, weak but alive. She was bound and blindfolded, but like me, didn’t make a sound. She was already broken. You guided her to the table to introduce her to a new kind of pain. As the feeling came back into her limbs, from being cramped so long, you cut them and burned them and her body just seized on the table from the stimulation. I remember those first cuts and burns and my pussy came uncontrollably.


She has been added to your collection of whores. We are here for you to experiment all your sexual desires on. I continued to watch her be tortured with the knives, still blindfolded. I knew she had no idea the future pain she will have to endure, and in fact grow to crave like a sick addiction. I felt myself drooling at the site of the blades cutting her fresh skin. I wanted another turn under your cruel hands. I needed to be touched, even if it only brings agony. I was jealous of this new whore. I wanted to go back to the day that I had first come out of the box….

Making You Angry

I set up my camera like you asked me to. You said you wanted to see me doing something private, something real. Your addiction to watching girls has gotten stronger and you need something new to get your cock hard. You want to just watch and imagine the horrible torture you would inflict on me. You want to see me exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to make you a video you could stroke your cock too. Something that would make you enraged with frustration about not being able to grab me and hurt me while you watch it.

Your sickness has brought you this bath time video. I tease the camera with my tiny body. Bones you could crush with one strong grip. My skin exposed, the scars nearly invisible in the bathroom light glare. But we know they are there. You watch the video, your cock throbbing, wanting to reach through the screen and hurt me. Make me bleed. I smile at the camera, knowing it will infuriate you. I will pay dearly for that wry smile, but in the moment I forget myself.

I take my panties down showing my tiny ass right in front of the lens. I can only imagine your anger at my teasing. Your inability to control your rage and your need to abuse my body because I deserve it. The only thing between myself and a certain death is the camera. You can only watch, and wait. wait until you see me again and punish me for teasing you. Punish me for giving you exactly what you want. But I know you’ve been going through girls too fast. You can’t control your blood lust, and if you don’t slow down you will get caught.

So I have become your fantasy. Your girl on film. The one you want to kill, but can’t. The one you jerk your hard cock to, but don’t crush in your fits of rage. This video will keep me alive for another day. maybe longer. Are you mad? Is your blood boiling as you watch me enjoy the warm water surround me? Do you imagine pushing my head under the water and holding it there until I stop fighting? It wouldn’t take much. But you can’t do anything but watch. Murder on your mind, and your cock in your hand. I am going to close my eyes and enjoy my bath.

Waiting for You

I had seen you scoping out my neighborhood lately, and you didn’t know I had been watching. I knew you were looking for just the right place to rob when people left home to go party it up. I saw you sitting in your car jerking off while you watched and waited for the right time to come. I decided to leave my lights out for days and laid inside my room rubbing my pussy, hoping you would notice my house, and think that no one was home. I wanted you to choose my place, thinking you would come in to an empty place.

Finally last night I heard you toying with my back window in the kitchen. I crept into the kitchen and sat on the floor in the dark, waiting for you to come through the window. My pussy was aching in hopes that you would have a knife or a gun, just in case. I watched as your shadow came over the window sill. I could hear you breathing heavily, and I began rubbing my pussy in the dark. You paused, and briefly flicked on your flashlight. You spotted me immediately, but rather than seem alarmed, you seemed calm.

You turned the flashlight out and came towards me. As you got closer I could see you better, with the help from streetlights outside. You looked down at me and saw me rubbing my wet cunt. Without a word, you unzipped your jeans and pulled out your cock. You grabbed me so hard by my hair that I yelped, and shoved my mouth down onto your cock. You knew what a deviant little whore I had been, tricking you into picking my house. Into picking me.

You fucked my face and then threw me to the floor, putting your foot on my throat so I couldn’t move. You jerked your cock over me until you came all over my pathetic body. Then you knelt down and said in a very low voice that you would be back to take me any time you wanted. You showed me the blade of a knife, and told me that if I so much as turned on a light that I wouldn’t survive our next encounter. So here I stay, alone, waiting for you to come back. The doors are unlocked, and I rub myself raw thinking about what would happen if I turned on a light…. 

My Last Smile

You bought me at auction. Why me? I was the scrawniest little cum slut there. No sexy panties or pretty shoes. There were gorgeous blondes there, for less money. But your black eyes settled on me, and I watched as you outbid everyone. You sat in the front row, rubbing your hard cock through your expensive pants. Everyone saw, and I could tell the other men admired you. Or maybe they were terrified of you. It was difficult to know the difference.

I was terrified. I remembered being kidnapped from the sidewalk near my house, and then nothing until I woke up here – on this stage – naked, and being sold to the highest bidder. My head was spinning, and it felt like my pussy was already torn up. If it was, then it happened when I was unconcious. The thought crossed my mind if you would have paid so much knowing my pussy had already been used. The evil in your stare told me you probably didn’t give a shit.

When the auction ended, the highest bidders collected the women they bought. Most of them were dragged off by several men, screaming and kicking. I was too weak to fight as you picked me up and carried me into another room where we were alone. You set me down, and I ccrawled into a corner. You approached me with a ball gag, and I felt myself begin to cry. You were saying something in a soft whisper, and I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew in my heart you were going to hurt me, but didn’t want to hear me scream.

You gagged me, and began grabbing my tiny tits and putting clamps so tight on my nipples that I felt like I was going to faint. You duct taped my legs and wrists together, and my little pussy was throbbing at the thought of what was coming next. I thought you were going to fuck me – but then you started speaking louder. I could hear you saying what a dirty fucking cunt whore I was. My blood ran cold as I saw you pull out the knife. You held it up so I could see it right in front of my face.

You told me you would never fuck a dirty whore like me, and that you spent your money to make sure my pathetic slut ass was put out of misery. You brought the knife to rest next to the base of my right ear. The cold sharp blade gave me chills all over my naked body. I wanted to beg for my life, but the gag made me unable to speak. I saw your hand begin to move, and I felt the knife pierce my throat. I watched your hand make one beautiful motion and end up on the other side of my face. I felt the blood draining from my throat, and I knew I was going to die right there. One last look in your black eyes, and I realized I was relieved.

Helping Daddy Fish

I never went fishing with my ‘Daddy”, at least not in the conventional sense. There were times as I was getting bigger that my parents would go on weekend vacations without us.  During these times we would spend the weekend at various family homes, or friend’s of the family homes.  I used to spend the weekends with one of my Dad’s co-workers.  They were a married couple and they were very nice to me.  They didn’t have any little ones of their own so we always did grown up type things together.  One time his wife wasn’t there on the weekend so it was just him and I.

He asked me if I liked to fish, I said, “Ew, no.”  He laughed and asked me, “What if there was a special kind of fishing were you wouldn’t have to touch an icky worm?”  I told him as long as I didn’t have to touch a worm I would go.  We left a note for his wife and we went ‘fishing’.  Instead of going to a lake, we drove to an amusement park.  I was seriously confused.  As we went inside he said to me, “Okay Autumn, for the rest of the day you call me Daddy okay?  It’s part of how we are going to fish.”  I didn’t understand why he wanted me to do this but I said I would.

We went on so many rides, I gave him hugs and told my “Daddy” that I was having such a great time.  We sat down to get some ice cream and ‘Daddy” quickly stood up.  He looked at me and asked me if I was ready to fish.  I told him no because I wanted to stay at the amusement park.  He said that if I was a very good Daddy’s girl that after we were done catching something he would take me on more rides.

He pointed out a little girl a bit younger than myself.  He told me to go over there and ask her if she was lost and if she was to bring her back over here.  I told him I would and I did.  She was lost, she was seperated from her family and was crying a little bit.  I told her that my “Daddy” could help and took her over to him.  He took us both back to the car so he could wash her face because he wanted her to look pretty when he took her back to her Mommy.  He reached into the tackle box and pulled something out and told me to get into the car.  I went into the car and heard him talking to her.  Before long he was making the weirdest noises, I tried to turn around and see what he was doing but he yelled for me to keep looking forward, so I did. 

He kept telling me to call him “Daddy” over and over again.  Then.  The movement of the car stopped and he slammed down the tailgate.  He got into the car and we drove away.  I almost cried because he promised that I could go on more rides.  He told me that we needed to find another fishing spot because this one was all fished out but we would go to the mall instead and he would buy me something pretty, and all I would have to do is help him fish again.

Teen Phone Sex and a Carny

The fair was as wonderful as always. My sluts have a fab time every time, and the carny guys love them. This year was a touch more exciting though. My niece has this friend that she wanted to get back at for something to do with a guy. So, Anastasia was invited along for our trip to the fair, and she’ll not forget this visit soon.

Arriving to the fair we strolled a little and got the sluts preoccupied with some games and flirting for prizes. We coaxed Anastasia into a tent towards the back of all the action. She kept chatty about some sales she scored shopping so didn’t notice. As we entered my accomplice or my niece, blindfolded Anastasia telling her she was in for a big surprise. We led Anastasia into a screened off room in the huge circus tent and stripped her directed her to lay on the bed and we left her naked blindfolded and bound at the ankles and wrists. 

With a video camera set up in there feeding to a computer screen in another screened room where we sat and watched. We watched Anastasia get some of her wildest rape fantasy phone sex desires. She will be violated over and over again, by total freaks of nature. That’s right sweet Anastasia is getting the total demented minds of carny lifers used in their violating of her sweet barely legal fuckholes.

Would you like to share some of those dirty demented thoughts with us?

My Trip to the Morgue

 

Last Halloween, I was doing an internship in a local hospital. I was getting flirty with this Physician’s Assistant who was pretty cute.  I would have gone out with him if he had asked. Instead he thought it would be fun to drug me. He gave me a shot of something that knocked me right out. He then abducted me and carted me off to the hospital morgue in the basement. I woke up surrounded by corpses. I know I was going to be a nurse, but the morgue is just creepy. The smell of formaldehyde makes me nauseous. I pleaded with him to just let me go. I tried to act like I knew it was a joke, but honestly I was not sure his intentions were good.

I thought if I just acted like I wanted to be there; like I was turned on by my surroundings I might get out unscathed. As he was standing over me, I pulled out his cock and started sucking it like my life depended on it. I just tried to forget the smell, forget about the bodies. But he refused to cum in my mouth. He wanted to fuck me in one of the morgue drawers. A man who drugged me and abducted me to the morgue was capable of anything, so I had to go along with it. I was so creeped out sliding on to that cold steel slab surrounded by newly dead bodies. The smell, the cold, the dark, the death…..not an ideal situation for fucking in my estimation.

But I let him fuck the shit out of me. I wanted to lay there like a corpse because I so did not want to fuck him, but I sucked it up and fucked back hoping I would soon be out of the dungeon of death. He came inside me. I thought we could just go back upstairs now, but he wanted to fuck on the autopsy table.  Gross doesn’t begin to describe it. A body had just been dissected on that table and there was blood and tissue on it, and a body bag.  He tossed me over and mounted me from behind, fucking me doggy-style. He was  so hard. Not sure if it was being surrounded by death or forcing himself on me that turned him on the most. Then he asked me something that totally shocked me. He asked me if I would like to watch him fuck one of the bodies. WTF? Forcing me is one thing, the surroundings is something else, but actually fucking a dead person was just vile.  I told him maybe we could save that for our next encounter. Thank goodness he fell for it.

I don’t think I have ever fucked again under such creepy circumstances, nor will I ever. And I certainly never encountered such a seemingly good person who was so fucked up. To this day, I still have nightmares about being abducted to the morgue. Where is the creepiest place you have ever fucked?

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Looking for a Sugar Daddy

 

I was on a date with this nice man I met online at SugarDaddies.com.  It’s a dating service for younger girls to meet older, financially secure men who will wine and dine them properly. I love older men with nice bank accounts; what coed doesn’t? I remember trying to look cute and smart for him-not too slutty, more hot girl next door. I did not want to appear as a gold digger, even though the men on this site do know what we want lol! We had a nice dinner, a few drinks….then I woke up with a ball gag in my mouth tied up in a room I did not recognize.

The migraine and dry mouth told me I had been slipped a roofie. I would have slept with him.  I am no cock tease, unless you got absolutely nothing to offer me. I looked around then I saw him. I think he fancied himself Christian Gray. I saw a wide array of bondage toys and devices; countless whips, chains, restraints, dildos…. I don’t mind bondage games, but I want to consent. I gave no consent to my Sugar Daddy.

He came up behind me, grabbed my hair hard and began spanking my ass with a wooden Fraternity paddle. I felt like I was being hazed. He kept demanding I say. “I’m a cheap slut” after every whack. My ass was bright red. He showed me in a mirror. I told him to just let me go that all of this force was unnecessary. I would willingly play along. But that angered him and I got a smack down and a throbbing cock shoved up my back door. I yelped in pain, but he put his hands on my throat and  choked me while he had his way with my ass for hours. I think he was on coke or something because he lasted forever, never went soft. My ass was sore all over again. He kept me as his sex slave all weekend. He forced me to text my Daddy that I was staying at a friend’s for the weekend so no one would report me missing. He sodomized me repeatedly all weekend. He did feed me and let me pee, but he forced himself  in every one of my holes.

When Sunday night came around he was like, “You can go, you have school in the morning.” He let me shower up, gave me fresh clothes and  tossed me $3,000 cash. I got roofied, held captive, sodomized, and spanked all weekend against my consent , and he just casually discards me like a house servant.  Apparently, he thought I was Sasha Grey. I got myself home, sought medical attention, and canceled my membership with SugarDaddies.com. I’ll find my own sugar daddy. Maybe that is you?