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Pussy 4 Sale

You bought me yesterday at that auction. What a bunch of sick fucks you all were. You laid us girls out like pieces of meat. We were stripped of our clothes and our legs spread one by one looking for the perfect pussy. You lined up and went down the row, shoving your fingers inside as you held each of our legs apart. Some of the assholes even tasted me like some sort of dinner buffet. The men standing by with guns made sure we did everything we were supposed to. After all, there was a lot of money at stake.

Girls for sale. Sex slaves to be bought for your darkest desires. Plucked off the street and hand picked by the best sellers. I felt the bright lights all over my body as my tits were groped and my ass slapped. The one guy even spit on me, just to see how I would react. I didn’t dare spit back. My heart was pounding as I was violated and I watched your eyes scan my body thinking of all your ass rape fantasies. You eventually picked me. I saw you pay the man, and then I was released from the row.

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I was tied up and you took me home – yours to keep for as long as I could satisfy you. You threw me in a room full of clothes that looked used. Some had blood on them and I knew my fate was sealed. You told me to put on something that showed off my sweet pink cunt. I chose black, as I figured that was the color of your soul. I left my pussy out – and got on my knees so you could see every sweet juicy inch of it. I felt your fingers slide inside me. Despite myself, I came all over your rough hand. You laughed and grabbed me by the neck and pulled me towards your throbbing cock. I took it all in my mouth, and from there you fucked my face until I passed out. I knew when I closed my eyes that when I opened them again you would still be there, using my body up for every dollar you paid.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Turn to Extreme Ageplay Snuff Torture Phone Sex Dreams

I’m a sexy little switch. I can be a bad ass dominant bitch to sissy boys or a submissive whore to daddy. I was feeling submissive this weekend. I keep having rape phone sex fantasies that need to be explored beyond the phone, so I went seeking someone who could help me. I met a handsome stranger and his wife at a new high end BDSM swingers club. Single ladies can always get into the club. I thought a hot threesome would allow me some safe exploration of my naughty desires.

rape phone sex fantasiesWe shared a bottle of wine and started sharing fantasies. The woman admitted to extreme ageplay snuff torture phone sex fantasies, while I explained my want to be force fucked. Hubby had an erection listening to two hot bitches discussing their dark desires. He got us a VIP dungeon room in the club. I was pretty drunk. Wine goes straight to my head. Next thing I realize, I am blindfolded and tied to a chair. But it is not the couple’s voice I hear, but that of a very large man. At least his deep baritone voice suggested his large stature. When I felt his hands around my neck, I knew he was a big boy. He slapped a ball gag on me, then proceeded to choke me. I was screaming. This was not my fantasy, but the woman’s. I didn’t understand until I heard them giggling.

extreme ageplay snuff torture phone sexHer snuff phone sex fantasy was as an accomplice not the victim. I felt her touching me as she laughed at my naivete. Hands crushing my windpipe as she took a cattle prod to my pussy. She was shocking my clit with such intensity I peed myself. His hands tightened their grip as she fucked my cunt with an industrial size vibrator. Erotic affixation? I had heard of it never practiced it, however. But as I was close to passing out from the restriction of my airway, I came hard. Pretty sure my pussy was like a geyser. I thought it would be over, put apparently the fun was just beginning. Well fun for them.

snuff phone sex teensI heard another voice. A really young voice. She was crying, obviously scared. Little ones aren’t allowed in this club. My blindfold was removed and I was shocked to see such a young innocent girl. “She is a nobody’s brat, Summer. She will not be missed. Saving her from a life of poverty and pain,” the husband said. I had a choice. I could live as an accomplice or die as a victim. I was so confused. I had no idea what was fantasy anymore. Maybe it was the drugs? I knew they slipped me something quite strong. They untied me. I knew what I had to do. I said I was sorry under my breath and I carved that little sweet thing up like a turkey. Cut off her breasts, cut of her clitty, even clipped her pussy lips off. It was like clipping an angel. Her cries were deafening, but arousing at the same time. She looked like a little whore actually. They were right, she didn’t need to live. I started jabbing the blade into her bloodied cunnie. I was being cheered on to snuff the little bitch.

I hurt her until she made no more sounds. I was covered in blood like a crazed serial killer. I drank a glass of wine and the next thing I knew, I was in my bed. Had it all been a dream? I was looking through my wallet to see if I had any credit card receipts when I found a business card from the club owner. Clearly I had been there. Had I really snuffed a little girl or was it just some drug induced delusional fantasy? Either way, it was hot.

Clit in a Jar

I woke up this morning still chained to your bed. I thought the last time I closed my eyes was going to be last night. But somehow I am awake. My whole body aches and my pussy feels like its on fire. I know you cut me last night, and I know you intended to kill me. So why did you stop? Just as my thoughts start to clear, you walk in, with your favorite toy – that fishing knife. You ask me how I am feeling after my surgery. Surgery? What surgery?

You laugh at the confused look on my face and then walk over to the side table and pick up a glass jar and show it to me. My eyes have trouble focusing on whatever it is in the jar. Its bloody and looks like some sort of piece of flesh. Its round but the edges are clearly cut and there are strings of blood or something all around it. Even the outside of the jar is smudged with bloody hand prints. Then I remember…


You took that blade to my pussy last night. You drugged me and told me to enjoy the pain, and that I deserve it. You inserted that knife into my tight cunt, slicing the sides as it went in. The blood began dripping onto the floor. I thought you were going to gut me right there on the bed. But you didn’t. You slowly slid the long thin blade out of my pussy and admired the blood on the shiny silver surface. You put it in my face and made me lick it clean – slicing my tongue in the process. Then back between my legs you went.

You took my clit between two fingers, pinched and pulled it out. With one swift motion, you swiped the blade down and off it came. Blood sprayed everywhere and I was so dizzy I couldn’t even scream. My tiny little pussy destroyed forever. And for all the pain that I got from it, I couldn’t even have an orgasm because you took my button. And there it sat, in that dirty glass jar, forever and ever. A constant reminder of what a useless pain whore I really am.

Beaten Bit by Bit

The handkerchief in my mouth had the worst chemical taste on it. It made my eyes water from whatever was on it. At least it kept my nose open so I could breathe. I woke up in some strange place and my mind is just now getting less fuzzy. I feel like I have been beaten all down my legs, but they are bent and tied behind me so I can’t see them. I see blood on the floor beside me and wonder if it is mine. I can hear something that sounds like a girl trying to scream coming from another room, but her screams are muffled, and I know she must have the same handkerchief I do, which terrifies me.


I listen closer and hear loud thuds before each attempt at a scream, and some thumps so loud it feels like a body being thrown around. What in the fuck was happening? I couldn’t remember anything of how I got here. I was walking down the street and a car pulled up and that was all I could remember. Now I am tied up and gagged inside some weird dark place with hardly any furniture, and clearly some sort of maniac in the next room. The attempted screams soon turned into pathetic whine and whimpers and got quieter and quieter. It sounded like a dying animal, but I knew in my heart is was another girl.

The noises finally stopped and all I could hear were footsteps coming down the hall towards the room I was in. The door swung open and you stood there, covered in blood, and then smiled as if you were delighted. You said, “You’re finally awake!” like it was the most normal thing in the world to have me hog tied there. You stepped back into the hall for a second and came back with a baseball bat. It was also covered in blood. You came towards me and I couldn’t move, and I was even too scared to try to scream. You rolled me over and untied my legs. They were so stiff and sore, but the worst was yet to come. You swung the bat above your head and brought it down onto my feet as hard as you could.


My bones shattered and I finally started trying to scream. You kept swinging, making your way up my legs, smashing my bones systematically from the bottom up. The pain felt like fire and every dull thud created more and more sharp pain and blood spray everywhere. As you crushed my torso and ribs, I could feel myself choking on my own blood. I began whimpering and whining, and now I know why the other girl did. The last thing left to smash was my face. The rest of me was a broken bloody mess. You stopped for a moment, to hear me whine, and then swung the bloody bat right at my slutty little face….

Snuff Sex in my Own Room

My parents left me home alone to “watch” the workers that are remodeling the kitchen. I decided to just stay in my room and ignore them til they left. I didn’t like the way the one kept leering at me and my ass every time I went near the kitchen. I was laying in bed and I heard someone coming down the hall towards my room. I knew my folks weren’t home yet, so I sat up in bed and tried to jump down to get to my door and lock it but it was too late. It swung open and it was that man – the dirty one with the dark eyes.


He came straight for me and before I could even scream he had his hand over my mouth telling me to shut the fuck up. All the banging and saw noises coming from the kitchen meant no one would hear me anyway, so I obeyed him and he let go of my mouth. He shoved me back on the bed and said he was going to play out all his rape phone sex fantasies on my tight little body. I begged him not to touch me, but he was so strong. He stunk and was sweating all over me as he grabbed me and spread my legs below him.

His fat fingers were inside my pussy and I tried to close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else but it wasn’t working. I could hear him unzip his pants and felt his hard cock start ramming my cunt. I couldn’t help but moan and scream as he plowed it inside my tight little pussy. He pounded me without mercy and my cunt was on fire from the fast strokes. He grabbed me by the throat and the room started spinning as he tightened his grip right before he came. I lost consciousness just as his hot cum poured deep inside my pussy, and he left me laying right there on my bed for anyone to find.

Teen Phone Sex Drunk and Dunk Party

 

Teen Phone Sex with Daddy tore up was so much fun! Call it crazy call it pure luck! Whatever you call it I couldn’t wait to get that cock stuffed in my asshole tonight! Daddy was just right for me to fuck his ass too. He had drank so many beers during the party last night I was sure he was going to be ready for you and I to have fun! Look at the pathetic bastard now, stuffing that fucking cock down my throat was the best thing after having such a long day! Hell he was too drunk to suspect a fucking thing anyway! Daddy loved to party and I was always ready to stuff beer in him so we could get our fuck on!

Unbuckling his  pants,  I went right for the kill when I heard your knock at the door. Of course, Daddy  was too drunk to know what was going on and I was so ready to fuck! Grabbing your hand and wasting no time,  I pulled that bunger out of your pants and gaped at it so smoothly you would have thought it was fucking ice cream! Grabbing Daddy’s hand I put them on my tits and he started pinching them like they were faucets! Daddy just knew what to do to please me! Pushing that cock in my mouth I tasted your honey nut flavor while you prepared my ass for the best fist fucking ever!

Daddy was still fucking tore up so you eased me on his cock with your fucking hand so far up my ass I was seeing stars. You know I am the little cum whore that you imagined I was. As daddy puked on my tits and you were cumming on my fucking hair, I thought of the neighbors and the little ones and decided it was time to give them a buzz too! What do you say?

Sorry, Sir

I woke up hog tied in the bed, apparently my smart mouth had made you angry again. I don’t know why I do it, Sir, I just can’t seem to help myself. I want to be the best little pain whore for you, but my mouth just keeps getting in my way. I know the only thing you want to hear from me is my screaming and begging for more pain, but something about the searing sting of your toys makes me cuss at you.


Now I can’t say shit with this gag in my mouth and I know the torture is going to come hard now that I am awake. My whole body aches, so I know you’ve been beating me while I was out cold. My head is throbbing and I can’t feel either one of my legs. I wish I could speak so that I could beg for you. All I can do is whimper and plead with my eyes while you bite me and hit me with that paddle.

I see stars every time you yank my head back to spit in my face. But your piss feels so good pouring over my head and through my hair. The smell is rancid, but I love every drop like I am supposed to. I am such a fucking dirty slut, and I want to be your favorite. You push everything with me, and you keep me alive, so far, for some reason. Maybe we have connected? God, I wish you would remove this gag… I promise I won’t ever talk back again. Well, I will try not to anyway…

Pins and Needles

Pins and needles. Two of my favorite things. They are so tiny, and yet they can inflict such sharp intense pain when stuck into my body just the right way. The way you place them, down my inner thighs first, makes my head spin with the pleasure of the stinging pain. I have to keep my legs spread, and there isn’t even any blood. Then my nipples get the needles. Always criss-crossed in the same pattern and same order. You are like a surgeon with your technique.


I am able to lay back, eyes closed, and feel every stick and poke and searing pain as the tips of the pins and needles enter my skin, layer by layer. I am able to see them in my mind and feel them all over. You love to make designs and last night you made a heart out of pins in my belly. I could feel the shape even though I couldn’t see it. I knew it was your way of showing affection for me – your little pin cushion.


Then you went to work on my pussy. Always eight needles down each lip – top to bottom. Then eight more in the other, same pattern. All inserted slowly as I moan and feel the dizziness wash over me. I pray that my brain doesn’t start to numb the pain. I want to keep it as sharp as possible. Then lastly, my clit. You take your time, and even kiss it gently first. Then you expose it and begin poking it with your largest needle. I know what comes next, and I know that it will make me orgasm. Once the tip goes in, it washes over me and my whole body shakes while all the pins quiver with every wave.  

Drowning in Memories

I’ve been soaking here for hours imagining you so far away. The water feels like a trap around my little body and reminds me of the time you tried to drown me in the tub. I was smaller then, but no less wise to what you were trying to do. I felt your cock get rock hard inside of me while you held my head under the water, pressing my face against the hard bottom of the bathtub. I would have died that day, but you came just in time. Once your evil cum drained out of you, you came back to reality and let my head come up.


I remember choking on the water and trying to stand up as you kept knocking back down into the tub, telling me what a dirty fucking whore I was and that I would never be good for anything else. You stuck the bar of soap in my mouth and told me to suck it and try to clean myself. I remember gagging on the soap, but I didn’t dare try to spit it out. I sat and cried in the cold water and you stood up and pissed all over me. I was nothing but a used up toy at that point. All the water and soap in the world would never be enough to clean me.

Now as I lay here, in my own tub, with warm suds all around, I rub my clit thinking of those days when your cock would rage for me. My pussy throbs at the thought of how it felt to be drowning and unable to fight you off. I know I am a sick fuck now because of the things you did to me back then. I take the soap from the tray, and place it up to my mouth to taste it. It brings back all the memories that make my clit tingle and throb as I cum all inside my bathwater. I will never feel clean, and for that, I want to say thank you.

Your Girl Now

You pulled the mask off my face and I couldn’t believe it was you. You of all people had me tied up? I trusted you. I had called you for help when that man was following me. It was you the whole time? That is crazy. How could I not have known? Why are you so angry? I never ignored you. Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you?? Get away from me! I am sorry… please let me go.. you’re actually starting to scare me.


You grab my tit and squeeze so hard I scream. You are not the nice man I thought you were – you are the monster I have been terrified of for weeks. Your hands are all over my nearly naked body. I am tied up so I can’t get away from your rough fondling and the feel of your mouth and tongue on my neck, licking and kissing me. I am squirming and screaming, but that just seems to make your cock harder.


I continue to beg and try to bargain with you. But you tell me that I belong to you now and that you are going to fuck my tight pussy. I can tell you have been planning this for awhile. The ropes are perfectly tied, and I am wearing panties that I didn’t own this morning. Then I realize that since you removed the facemask, you don’t care that I see who you are. What does that mean? My heart races knowing that means you don’t give a fuck if I know.


You grab me harder and begin fingering my pussy. I try to kick you, but I am powerless against you and the ropes. I am a mouse caught in a trap. Helpless and scared – just the way you wanted me. Your cock is raging hard, and you spread my legs easily as you ram it deep inside me without any hesitation. It feels like you’re splitting me in two, and I can’t pull back. My pussy is on fire from tearing at the edges from you pounding my tiny cunt so hard. All I keep thinking of is that its you. The guy I trusted the most. I was wrong, and now you’re going to ravage my body. I can’t help but think… what about my life?