Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

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….

Prissy Bitch Pussy

I was at the mall today and saw the cutest little mallrat chick. She was prancing around with her little Saks 5th Avenue bags, acting like a total cunt to everyone. When me and my friend walked by her, she looked at me like I was some sort of lowlife whore. Little did she know that she was right about the whore part – and I was about to bring her down to my level! I knew you would like her bright blonde hair and tiny little titties, so I decided to bring her home for you to play with.
We stalked her for hours – this bitch sure could shop – until she went outside headed for her car. She noticed us following her, but just gave me that look again, and that just fueled my fire. I wanted to force this little virgin to suck your cock and watch as she screams while you pop her pussy. We ran and got our van and caught back up to her. We jumped out and she was so fucking scared that she didn’t even scream. That took some of the fun out of it, but she was so terrified that my pussy still got plenty wet.


We shoved her sideways into the back of the van in broad daylight and told her to shut up or we would kill her. She was in shock that two girls were doing this, but she obeyed like a good little bitch and didn’t make any noise. We got her home to you and parked in the garage and hauled her in. That’s when she started to beg. I loved listening to her plead for us not to hurt her – and when she saw your cock she knew it was all over.


I yanked her pretty blonde hair as you ripped her pretty little clothes off. Your giant cock barely fit in her mouth and the tears started coming as you fucked her perfect little face with no mercy. I rammed her head deeper down onto your cock and kept telling her that her tight little pussy was next. You smiled at me and I knew I had done good again. I love finding these little bitches for you – especially the ones who need a lesson like this little stuck up snob.

Virgin Girl Braces

Damn. These little girlies you like so much are getting harder and harder to find. I’m starting to think no matter who I pick, or how young they look, that they aren’t still virgins. They are all too eager to meet you and suck your cock. I had to try a little harder and had an idea. I went to the library of all places, figuring if I could at least find a nerdy young thing that maybe she would be someone you could deflower.

It didn’t take long before I found the perfect girl. Goofy hair and glasses, and this little dork even had braces! It seemed to good to be true. My cunt was throbbing just thinking about how scared this little thing would be once I got her back to your place. She was so nice when I approached her that I almost felt bed – but not for long. I asked her if she could come back to your place. I told her we were thinking of starting a book club. She was too meek and polite to say no, and then I had her. Once we arrived back at your house, you saw her and your eyes got wide.

I knew you were impressed and I knew your testosterone had already taken over. There was no doubt this little thing was a virgin of the best kind. She had probably never even been kissed. All that was about to change fast! You grabbed her and she couldn’t even scream. I sat back and laughed my ass off while you ripped her clothes off and shoved your cock in her mouth. You fucked her face and she kept gagging on your dick, having no idea what to do.

As you slammed your cock in and out of her mouth, you smiled at me and told me this was the best one yet and that you weren’t even going to pop her cherry tonight. You wanted to save it. She clearly had no idea what we were cracking up about. She was still wearing her goofball glasses as you threw her back on the bed and came all over her face. She lay there crying, making me laugh even harder, and you told me to clean her up and get her ready for the next round. I’m sure the dumb nerd was still wondering when the book club meeting was going to start.

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…. 

Ass-To-Mouth Teaches Me Respect

Daddy called me the other day in the middle of me riding one of my many boyfriends raging boners. I always put Daddy before everyone so I took the call in the other room. After I got off the phone with Daddy, I went to finish what I had started…but my boyfriend was mad. You see, he was significantly older than me and he didn’t like the idea of a young girl like me disrespecting him. That’s when he told me I was going to have to make it up to him. So I quickly agreed to do whatever he wanted me to do, I told him how I only wanted to please him. He ordered me to bend over; this didn’t seem like anything new to me….I felt him behind me, his cock pressing against me. He Held my ass firmly with one day, the other he held his dick, and suddenly I could feel him pushing it slowly into my asshole. I wasn’t expecting that and I had not done much of that before, my ass is tight as fuck and his cock was HUGE! I yelped and started to pull away, but that’s when he grabbed me and thrust his full cock into my asshole making me scream in pain. “I told you, you’re going to learn some respect and you are going to do what I say!” He said between clenched teeth. I dared not pull away again as he fucked me harder and harder making my poor ass stretch and ache like never before. I thought this was going to be it, but suddenly he is taking his dick out and shoving it into my moaning face. “Suck slut” he ordered. I withdrew myself – suck this cock after it had just been in my ass? I had no time to think anymore as he forced his cock into my mouth, making me suck every inch of his hard cock, making me taste myself. After he was done he asked me if I liked it, and I responded by continuing to suck my juices off his cock. I sure did learn some respect!

Nightmares

I knew you were out hunting again. Its the season for you to find all the girls shopping at the mall. I saw you grab your mask and chills ran through me, remembering last year when you first took me. You wore the same mask. It wasn’t as blood stained as it is today, but I know it is the same one. Seeing you wear it brings back that first day of torture and pain that changed my life forever. I saw you leave and I lay in my cell daydreaming about what your new slave will go through today.

By the time you chose me last year, you had already killed three girls. I remembered seeing their bodies in your van when you tied me up in the back. I knew you had killed them from rage, and so I decided not to try to fight you. I remember begging for my life and only being able to see your twisted eyes through your mask. Staring back at me and deciding to spare me. I thought I would be let go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I became a permanent prisoner in your basement, and looking back I wish I wouldn’t have begged for my life. I wish I would have tried to fight, as I know you would have ended my life that day, just like the others.

You love to hear us beg. Thats what gets your cock so hard. The crying and pleading and promises that we will do anything. Just to live. Not knowing how big of a mistake it is. I knew you at the mall right now. I wondered how many girls would try to fight you off. I wondered how many of them would trigger your bloody rage and be hacked to pieces before you even fuck them. Inside I am screaming and I want to warn them. I want to tell them to fight, and end the nightmare for themselves today. I want to tell them not to cry or beg, because those are the ones that will end up here. In a forever hell of torture and sadistic sex at the hands of a monster.

That mask. It brings back so many memories. The first time you fucked me you were wearing it. I still foolishly thought I would be let go, so I let you do it. I begged you not to hurt me. Blood from the girls you murdered dripped off the mask while you pumped my pussy full of your evil cum. Then you took the mask off and I saw the horror underneath it. I screamed and screamed while you mutilated my body for days. The mask hanging on the wall as if it were watching from its empty eye holes. I knew that mask would be the last thing several girls ever saw today, and I was so envious. I should have fought. Instead I wait here in the cold basement for you to return from hunting and fuck your newest slave while wearing that mask.

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.

Fucking with Frosty

I had the craziest nightmare. I guess its all the xmas decorations everywhere and the cold weather combined, and it all got inside my twisted mind. I drove home late last night and had seen a snowman in a neighbors yard. I am sure some neighbors had made it earlier that day, but something about it creeped me out. Instead of having a carrot for a nose, the neighbors had stuck the carrot where his cock would be – I am sure trying to be funny. I figured I was just tired and needed to get inside away from all this xmas crap.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch and next thing I knew it seemed as if I had woke up and it was freezing cold. As cold as it would be outside in the snow. But I was inside. In some house I didn’t recognize. It was dark, but I could see, and I was naked. My nipples were hard from the cold, and I could see something lurking in the corner of the room. It was huge, and it didn’t quite look like a man. It stepped into the light where I could see, and it was the fucking snowman from the neighbor’s yard!

This thing was alive and coming towards me. My heart was racing and everything was going in slow motion like it does in dreams. It grabbed my naked body and its grip sliced into my arms. I tried to pull away, but it pressed its frozen body against mine and it was so cold that it felt like it was burning my naked tits. Then I felt something sharp and cold poking me between my legs, and I remembered the carrot! I tried to pull away again, knowing this thing was going to try to fuck me. It was so strong, and caught me as I spun around.

It gripped me tight from behind and shoved its carrot cock right in my ass. It was sharp and cold and dry and tore my asshole as it stabbed its way in.  I was screaming for this snow beast to let me go, and just when i felt its arms begin to wrap around my neck and tighten, I woke up. My heart was pounding, and as I gathered my thoughts I realized that I had cum all over the couch. I stood up`to go get a towel, and realized that somehow I was naked, just like in the dream. When I put my feet on the floor I stepped in a huge puddle of ice cold water – it looked like something had melted all over the floor.

I made my way to the window and peeked out to see if the snowman was still there. Sure enough, it was, but it was looking towards my window with that carrot cock pointing straight at me, the tip of it dripping with blood.

Ageplay phone sex with Tabitha: Scary Night

Sometimes Daddy’s clients can be a little scary, but I do what have to for Daddy. When I got home I didn’t let him see that I was crying a little because I just want him to be happy. It’s not Daddy would be upset with me, he wouldn’t. He would feel guilty and be upset with the client. No matter what anyone thinks I know that my Daddy cares very very much and is also extremely protective of me.
The man he sent me to was Mr. Allen. He seemed okay at first, but he wasn’t cute like Daddy. Once I was inside he gave me a big drink and we talked in the living for a little while. I thought that was a little weird because I was used to clients wanting to play right away, I like it that way too. After we talked for about 20 minutes I started to feel butterflies in my tummy and not the good kind. It wasn’t long before I started to feel nauseous and very dizzy. When I tried to stand up my vision was so blurry I could hardly see. Mr. Allen seemed concerned and carried me to his bed room where he laid me out on his bed. He said he was taking off my clothes so I could relax because I was getting sweaty. Before everything went black I couldn’t move my body at all, I was terrified.
When I finally woke up Mr. Allen was sitting on a car in his room. I was scared and very confused so I asked him what happened. He said I got very sick and passed out so he gave me a nice bath. Suddenly I noticed that not only was my hair wet, but my body felt sore all over. My head ached and I still felt dizzy, that wasn’t even the worst part. My poor little cunny and asshole were swollen and sore. Maybe Mr. Allen could tell how anxious I was because he let me go home. Thankfully he let me walk right passed him to the bedroom door and didn’t follow me out of his house. He may have seen me shaking a little, but I didn’t want him to see me cry.
The ride home was a little hard. My tummy still felt queasy and that head ache just wasn’t going away. Our driver asked if something was wrong, but I never said a thing. Once I was safe at home I looked at myself in the mirror. My little kitty was still swollen and red, but there weren’t any other marks or bruises. That made me feel a lot better so I stopped crying. Even though I was upset at first, I decided to forget about it and go to bed. Whatever happened couldn’t have been that bad anyway.