Archive for the 'Violent Phone Sex' Category

It’s Just a Scratch, Babe

   I truly don’t understand what you’re fucking whining about, it’s just a little scratch. Please remember, that you agreed to my terms. 

       You said you would do anything to make me happy. I mentioned that I needed some real practice with my knife throwing. For that, I needed a model, victim, chosen one. Whatever I decide to call your sacrifice to me. 

Let’s strip you down and tie you to the wheel. Let’s make it a tad tighter. We wouldn’t want you to flinch and accidently get jabbed, would we?

Now, just a quick spin of the wheel and I’ll toss my shiny, metal knife.  Oh fuck darling, you flinched. No matter as my dogs will clean up the blood. Another spin of the wheel and let’s master 2 knives at once. 

This is rather odd, even for you. I see you actually have a massive hard-on. It looks like your wish is about to come true. I’m going to fuck you until I cum.

Then what? I wouldn’t want you to be tortured thinking of sex with me that will never happen again.  Maybe if I take my shiny little knife and right when we’re coming, I slice your vein?

          

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Daddy’s Fishing Cabin

      I’m so excited! This summer I am finally old enough to go with daddy to his fishing cabin. Daddy goes every year and mommy never joins him. Just me and daddy!

I’m told to pack light. Shorts, tops, and a bathing suit. I can’t wait! I’ve never even seen pictures of his cabin.

It’s a long drive and I fall asleep.

When we finally get there, I’m a bit confused. Where is the lake? Where is the boats? It’s not even a cabin, but a shack. I ask daddy and notice his whole demeanor has changed. He seems mean and a bit angry at me. He tells me to take a quick shower.

I finish my shower and look for daddy. It seems the shack has a basement. How odd.  I open the hatch and immediately I smell something, like rotten meat.

              Daddy is wearing a big apron and is using his chain saw on something. I slowly climb down the later. Daddy smiles and hands me an apron. 

         

Written By: Baby Bethany
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Breaking The Girl

 Money can buy anything, can’t it?  You have lots of it, but have become so very, very bored. Women just throw themselves at you because of your money and your good looks. 

         You have bought many things from the dark web. Porn, drugs, weapons but never a person, until yesterday. You found my cute, little ad and you immediately contacted me to put in your order. 

Young, tiny, skinny, and innocent. You’ve been fooled before by escorts and you hope I don’t try to pull a fast one and arrive with someone older. 

       I drive for hours with your purchase in my trunk. A deserted farm house, the things nightmares are made of. I take her in and get the rest of my fee. I give you your final instructions on what to do with her when you’re done. 

You take her to the barn. She’s coming out of her drug haze to see what are clearly implements of torture. She looks around to see you both are not alone. The last thing she remembers before the drugs all take effect is seeing her mother and father nude and putting their hands all over her. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Soft, Pale Hands

         I constantly see you staring at my soft, pale hands. I imagine you are wondering how your cock would feel with my hand wrapped around it stroking. Yawn! I can tell you that’s not what I’m fucking imagining.  Come closer and I will tell you.

I find you at a coffee shop close to my home. I wonder what you’re doing here, as my neighborhood definitely isn’t your scene. You’re watching my every move. I do agree that my pale hands with shiny black nail polish is very sexy. Imagine it wrapped around your cock slowly stroking. Imagine my nails clawing your back while we’re fucking. 

My hand is around your throat while I’m riding you. The more excited I get, the harder I squeeze. Don’t worry about my fucking pleasure. If you pass out, I’ll still ride your hard cock till I cum. 

Once I am finished, I kick you to see if you move. No pulse either. Such a shame, and it all began because you craved my soft, pale hands.

          

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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I Saw What You Did

I saw what you did and I must admit, I was not impressed! You finally get her in your house and then nothing. You give her a Coke and you didn’t even spike it. What a fucking loser you are. It’s  clear how much you need me. 

You try again the next afternoon. You get brave and touch her little pink nipple. Are you actually drooling, you pervert? 

I really can’t take much more of this. I swear, I’ll vomit and make you lick it up.

I bust the window on the kitchen door and let myself in. You’re such a loser that she’s laughing at you. Once she sees the look on my face, she stops laughing and the sobbing and begging begins.

You’re beginning to think this was a bad idea. You only wanted a peak at those little hard nipples and her hairless cunt. Just a peak. You sure didn’t want me to cut off her clothes and tell her she won’t be needing them anymore.  Your face says one thing but your hard cock says another.

Let’s face facts loser, you desperately need me to bring your plan to fruition.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Virgin Blood

        Red, thick, warm flowing blood. Nature’s perfect lube. You know at times you crave some hot blood play. Your fetish began slowly and is now out of your control.

         What is your next move? You bite her full red lips and savored the little blood droplets. You nicked your own tongue to taste the copper sweetness in your mouth. The kiss was amazing. 

You crave more, but you scared the timid little bitch and she left you.  You have been to numerous escorts, but they will only let you pretend. You want to drain your balls in it, you want to roll in it, and need more blood. 

You meet me in a dark, deserted bar. The booze flows making you very fucking chatty. I know what you want and need. Young, tender and willing to do anything for a price. You did all the things that excite you. You bite her, scratched her, and drew a little blood. I see the knife in your hand, I nod my head in acceptance of what you are about to do.

You begin to fuck her, softly at first. The knifes blade is right by her femoral vein. You begin to fuck her harder, the knife made it mark and blood is gushing everywhere. The harder you thrust, the more blood splatters. 

Lets fuck in her blood!

Written By: Brianna
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Bad Things

                 

   I’ve always been the good girl. The woman everyone can count on to make the right and moral decision. Never drink too much, and don’t date the bad boys.

You know what? I’m tired of it and bored with it. Even I have deviant needs. What do you do if your partner just doesn’t have the same twisted thoughts as you? You find a bad guy, a twisted one that will help you satisfy your needs. 

                       The man part was easy. Done and dusted after one hour at a dive bar.

Now on to part 2. The boring little blonde, she will do. I set up a fake modeling shoot for her. She’s so excited. I hand her a bottle of water to drink and she asks when we’ll do her makeup? 

She’s getting dizzy and my accomplice carries her down to the basement. She wakes a few hours later surrounded by a group of men. Did I say she was modeling for us?  Well, that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it?

 

Written By: Daphne
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Blackmailed

Been a long ass day, and you could really use a little something before heading home. It’s after 2 am, and you doubt anything is open.

You head down the street and see an occasional person. Mostly night workers and beginnings of day workers. You smile to yourself at the scents of the night. Pot, sweat, and sex. You lose sense of where you are. You see me sitting in a doorway.

You think I look pretty edgy, maybe I know of something. I shrug and tell you to follow me. I point to a small house. It looks deserted to you. You’re beginning to think that you have been set up. What could I want? You’re getting annoyed and decide to leave.

You hear laughter, you hear moans, and you hear cries of pain. You see a room with several young boys and girls. They all look either high or scared. Either way, now I have your attention.

You take a drink off the tray on the table. After a few sips, you start to feel a bit odd. You wake up to a boy and girl nude in your bed. Your head is killing you. What the fuck happened last night?

I will tell you. In fact, I will show you. I will even hand it all over, but first hand over your wallet.

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
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Sex And Violence

     

   Truth time.

Tell me just what it is that gets your cock throbbing?  I mean really tell me, don’t make something up that you think I might want to hear. Don’t give me this Goddess Worship shit, because I detest a liar. Want to know what I detest even more? A man who hides a sexy, violent tendency from me. 

Your fetish started slowly, you didn’t even understand your violent feelings. Your hand around her neck while she is riding you only got tighter when she begged you to stop. You ignored her until you came. Fuck! You couldn’t believe how hard you came.  She left you, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

That young girl who works at the ice cream shop, you imagine the things you want to do to her. One night you wait outside for her to leave. You follow her and push her down to the hard sidewalk where you rape her. You were on such a sexy high, yet a bit scared of getting caught. 

You pop into a little, dark bar. You see me smoking a clove and drinking whiskey shots. We chat, I have ideas, and you can’t believe your luck. A hot, rather crazy, goth accomplice. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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What Did Daddy Do

 

It’s late and you know the babysitter has already left. You know your baby girl, your sweet little princess is all by herself. You can’t believe you let the time get away from you. She’s so precious, and normally you would never let this happen. You did, and she is not alone. 

First off, you notice the door lock is broken and the house looks ransacked. With a deep sigh, you make your way up the stairs to her room. You stand there, unable to move or process what you’re seeing. 

There’s a man, a man from your group. He has your princess stripped and tied to the bedposts. He smiles when he sees you’re home. He tells you that he’s been waiting for you to begin. 

She looks so scared, your tiny little princess. You should be enraged, you should want to call the police. You didn’t, did you?  Call the police, that is. Nor did you try to rescue her. What you did do daddy, is join in the sick, twisted fun.

Didn’t you, daddy?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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