It was my first night home alone. I was scared and locked all the doors, but I forgot to check the big window in the living room. Laying in my bed, I see my door slowly swing open as a strange man walks inside. I scream at first but he runs up with a knife, holding it against my throat. No more screaming, or he would be forced to silence me. He showed me his handcuffs as he pulled my arms behind my back. Freshly out of jail, he was not playing around. He told me about how he had been watching me and that he knows I’m a dirty little whore. Yanking back my hair, he shoves my face down by his cock, telling me he would force every inch down my throat. Then, he instructed me to lick his cock, base to tip, and worship it, and if I didn’t, he would put the knife to use. Using his strength to bob my head up and down on his dick, he smiled wickedly as I gagged on each, throbbing inch, his balls pressed to my chin. As he continued to fuck my face, he pulled his belt off the ground and started whipping my ass until it was fiery red. Slapping my face, he continued to thrust down my throat. He made me beg for his dick, and I wasn’t going to test his patience, so I begged and pleaded to feel him inside my ass. Making me taste my pussy on his balls first, he slammed inside my tight asshole, making me shriek. I was down with my legs stretched up by my head, getting railed. Grabbing his belt, he tightened it around my neck, loving how red my pretty face got as he made me his dirty teen whore. Getting onto my knees, I opened my mouth so he could spray his hot load of cum inside my mouth.
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That bitch was so annoying!
I was at this party last night and there was this super annoying girl there that just wouldn’t shut the fuck up! She’s at a fucking party for fucks sake and there she is telling people how wrong it is to get fucked up and how we should be doing our schoolwork and shit instead, what is she Mother fucking Theresa? Like who goes to a party and says that shit??? If you don’t wanna get fucked up fine… stay at home! Anyways, she was pissing me off and harshing my buzz so I took her into the back room to “talk”. Once we were alone I just started beating her fucking ass! I had her bloody and bruised and all curled up on the floor when an idea hit me, why not rent the whore out and show her how to have some real fun? So I stripped her naked and tied her to the bed with her clothes. Then I told all the guys at the party that there was free pussy in the back room! They were all over her, fucking every hole, using her like she was just a lil fuck doll and they kept it up all night long! I don’t really know what happened to her after that, I left the party while she was still tied up and she wasn’t at school either… oh well maybe she’s dead who gives a fuck? Not me that’s for sure!
Kinky Abduction Phone Sex
Abduction phone sex is so fucking sexy to me, it drives me absolutely wild and my imagination takes flight with naughty thoughts! My pussy drips wet when I think about you manhandling my sexy precious body! I love being at the mercy and will of my devious captor! It’s even better when I develop kinky Stockholm Syndrome for my sexy abductor! I want you to put a gag into my mouth and bind my limbs together with plastic zip-ties before you throw me into the trunk of your car! Drive me to your private warehouse, drag me out of the trunk and throw me on to a dirty mattress on the ground that you have waiting for us so you can perform your sadistic torture! I’ll be crying and begging you to stop and let me go but I don’t want you to show me any mercy whatsoever! Have your toy box next to us and make sure it’s filled with all of the essentials! Monster cock dildos, vibrators, anal beads and plugs, vibrating panties, whips and chains…I want it all baby! Fill up all of my holes! I love getting fucking freaky and being at the submission of your hands and dirty thoughts! Take out all of your wildest fantasies on me! Call me up baby and let’s talk about how fucking nasty we wanna get!
Torture phone sex – Fuck Pig Briona – Part 2
His attention gained as his eyes regarded me with surprise and terror. “What are you going to do to her?” his deep vibrato teased through my body, making his lack of reaction to me and my physical response anger me even more. Then he brought the nigger cunt in. She was filthy, her body smelling of shit and sweat and her skin shades darker than her natural hue from the filth covering it. I wrinkled my nose and pointed to the tiled floor in front of my fireplace. “Put her on her knees there, I wouldn’t want her stink to infect the carpet.” I looked back at him and smiled sweetly. “You won’t have me, and I won’t let you have her. I’ll ruin her for your fucking cock and remind you what fucking animals you are. Worse than fucking pigs.” I turn and walk past her, ignoring her sobbing and shaking form as her wrists were tied to the fire grate forcing her hands to be in an awkward position or risk being burned on the hot metal. I returned to her with one of my knives. It was well cared for. Sharp and shiny and loved. It was my turn to ignore him as he cried for me to wait, to not hurt her and with a grimace of distaste I cut away her rags, the only thing left that she actually owned and threw them into the fire. Her anguished cry let me know that another layer of hope had been erased and I smacked her ass hard with the flat side of my knife, the sharp cutting edge knicking her flesh enough to cause a thin line of blood to appear and bead against that dark dirty skin. Good, maybe the bitch will get an infection. “Shut up you nigger whore. You’re alive and here because I allowed it and today I’m not happy and I need to take that displeasure out on someone and you’re the lucky pig.” I gripped her hair, making her dark brown eyes meet my own. “Do you understand… pig?” I asked slowly as if talking to someone stupid and with eyes full of tears she just nodded. It felt so good to get my control back that I just smiled at her and tossed her towards the fire. A shiver of pleasure rippling through me as her hands and forearms hit against that hot metal and she screamed from the pain followed by an anguished cry and an angry grunt from him as he fought against his bonds. I smiled at him, my eyes meeting his as I called for my guards. They knew what was coming and I could see their hard cocks in their uniform. As my eyes stayed on his I told them. “Break her mind, pleasure her until she begs you for each of your cocks. Cum in her pussy, in her ass, make her the fucking pig we know she is. She is your cum dump and toy to use until you’re all to tired to fuck her anymore… Then beat her and throw her back to the sty with the rest of the vermin. Understood?” With an enthusiastic “Yes ma’am” they go forward, using fingers, tongues and toys on her to edge her and keep her from orgasm again and again… It would only take hours to break her this way and I got to watch her mother fucking love’s heart break as they did.
Incest phone sex for Christmas!
Christmas time always brings back bitter sweet memories. Like the Christmas I got my first ever tea set. It even had a serving tray! With fake food and all the china, I would ever need! My cousin Keith sat his fat ass down on my brand-new tea tray and broke it! I didn’t even get to play with it yet. My tea set was for myself and my dollies. I started to cry and beat up my cousin. His brother Rickie and our other cousin Brandon all grabbed me and pulled me off him. Keith was so angry! His nose was bleeding and if he went out crying to his daddy, he knew his daddy would punch him square in the nose and say “That a fucking reason to cry boy. Go beat that little bitch up.” He skipped that step. He pulled my pretty Christmas dress up over my head and shoved his little fat cock inside of me! Rickie was our oldest cousin, he was so experienced already he was showing Keith and Brandon how to fuck me and force me to cum on their cocks. They shoved their bloody and wet cocks in my mouth to show me how wet I was. They told me like I liked it. They told me I deserved it. I did like it.
Torture phone sex – Fuck Pig Briona – Part 1
That fucking nigger bitch. She thinks she’s all high and mighty because even in my fucking camps she thinks she’s better than me because she has the attention of HIM. Nothing I’ve been able to do has taken him away from her, no matter how much I scared or tortured her physically. No matter how much I’ve tried to keep them apart. They just seem to be drawn back together over and over. I know her fucking pussy isn’t made of gold. I’m sure that it’s full of ash and coal like her fucking nigger soul. I was on my last straw so it just meant to get what I’d want I’d have to torture them both. So I had him brought to my room. I had changed out of the harsh straight lines of the uniform and into a ivory silk slip, something shimmering and soft. My long wavy blonde hair fell around me and made me into the “innocent” girl that did so well in the Hitler youth. Everyone wanted a sweet, innocent, beautiful thing like me and they gave me all their secrets which I gave to our Fuhrer like a good soldier always did. He was brought to me freshly bathed and shaved, his form was athletic and lean… He was a personal pet project, and as such he was spoiled. He was fed and kept healthy while his comrades were experimented on, tortured, raped, and whatever else my and my companions saw fit. I smiled at him, “Hello.” I purred, my voice sweet and inviting. “Thank you for joining me in my chambers… I’m sorry for my state of undress” I said to him sweetly, letting my body press against his rigid and angry form. My perky and soft breast pressing against his muscled chest as my hands teased over the muscles. “I have an offer for you.” I pressed, his silence and lack of acknowledgement to my attempts at kindness aggravating me. No one ignored me and I could even hear the strain in my voice as I continued as my soft fingers played with the waistband of his trousers. “If you help me be a happy girl, I’ll make sure you’re a very…” my fingers dipped underneath the cloth as I leaned forward let my soft pink lips trace against his chest. “Happy…” my fingers moved, running through the treasure trail just before his cock.” Boy.” I said as I took his cock in my hands, infuriated that it wasn’t hard at all. Even as I squeezed and played with it, nothing happened. I screamed in fury, my anger uncontrollable at this blatant insult. Every man here, even my own soldiers would kill to be in my bed and this man couldn’t even acknowledge I was alive! I slapped him hard across the face, my hand hurting more than his reaction showed it had hurt him. “You fucking nigger. You’re a dirty, rotten, worthless waste of flesh that deserves to die with your comrades.” I spit on his face and he let the spittle slide down his cheek and off of his chin to plop onto the floor. I open the door and yell. “Bring the bitch!” and to my surprise he had finally turned around.



















