Category Archive: Taboo phone girls

Dark fantasies Summoning the Dark Lord

Dark fantasies No one told me it’d be this to make my dark fantasies come true and to be a necromancer and summon our Dark Lord to this world… But here I was at the last steps. I had killed a holy man and left him to rot in darkness so now he was nothing but a bad smelling pile of bones held together by dried bits of skin. I brought him inside and prepared him to commit sins within death and prepped the leather belt I made with our Lord’s symbol on it and placed it around my neck. I had to put myself at death’s door while forcing this committed sin all at the same time. So as I began the mantra, pulling at the belt on my neck, grinding my hips against the pelvis bone of the holy man… I went from a sense of nausea to power flowing through me. Taking over my body, my arm pulled up and hard. Cutting off my airway and making it so I couldn’t breathe as the skeletons fucking hands came up and gripped my hips! I wasn’t expecting that but there was nothing I could do now. I couldn’t talk and I was just a puppet. I felt a cock begin to form, pushing itself into my pussy, the mythical cock had a pointed tip that brutally poked and forced itself straight into my womb, prying open my cervix to get there and making me scream in pain against the belt that was killing me. The holy man pounded at my pussy, the rattling of bones the only sound other than my labored gasps and gurgles. I don’t know how long it lasted… I could only see spots, the world turning into a fuzzy black burning abyss as I felt the cock twitch inside of me. Filling me and filling me with whatever magic jizz this holy man had. Making my stomach and womb stretch as the world faded to black and I lose that touch with consciousness. I don’t know how long I was out until I woke up… I hurt everywhere and felt as if I had been beaten. I was laying in a puddle of… I’m not sure and although my stomach had shrunk I could feel a tightness in it that swam and fluttered when I poked it. The holy man was gone and so was my belt… But I did have a new brand of a pentagram above my heart… So I’m pretty sure that means I’m going to be the mother of our Dark Lord. What an honor.

Darkling Katelyn

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My Dark Fantasies are Often Realities

dark fantasiesWhat are your dark fantasies? I have a lot of them. I have a pretty bad coke habit. It puts me in contact with some rather unsavory people. People who make me do things that other women would never do. I think years of swallowing piss, getting gang banged in the ass, BDSM games and eating shit has made me go into an abyss. I was at a real low this weekend. All out of coke and all out of money. I was desperate. I went to the junkie part of town to find this one dude known for helping sexy MILFs out with a fix. He is known as a sick and twisted fuck, but when you need something he can supply, beggars can’t be choosers.  I hate going to that part of town. I did it though because I am an addict. I found him in this skanky warehouse that resembled something out of the Saw movies. Feces, blood, vomit, and even cum stained the floors and the walls. The smell was wretched. I thought I might toss my cookies just inhaling the vapors. I found G. That is all anyone knows him by; just an initial. He knew me; knew of my trashy reputation despite living in a gated suburb. I told him my predicament. He asked what I would do in exchange for a bump. “Anything,” I replied. Before I could speak again, one of his goons dragged me into a dirty bathroom. He forced me to clean the disgusting floor with my tongue. He made it clear that I was trash despite where I lived, therefore I was going to be treated appropriately. I was sick to my stomach. That was not enough to score me my bump. Every junkie in the place got to fuck me first. I likely left that warehouse a cesspool of bacteria, but I left with what I came for, so it was worth it.

Dirty Mommy Blair

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I have such dark fantasies, is that normal?

dark fantasiesI have such dark fantasies about being hurt and degraded, is that normal? Should I be thinking these thoughts every night? I dream about men coming to my house when I’m asleep, they break in to my house and force me to do all sorts of degrading things before they kill me. They make me choke on their cocks and they fuck my every hole. They beat me and break my bones and choke me unconscious, sometimes they force huge objects like bottles or a baseball bat in my ass until I scream but still  I wake up every time with my panties soaking wet! I guess I must be a sick person because of this, it can’t be normal! I’m obsessed with the thought of making this all real, I need a man to come and use me, hurt me, make me a nasty whore!

Subby Slut Cheryl

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Dark fantasies are so Sweet

Dark fantasiesIt’s hard when you live with such Dark fantasies. Especially when you have such unnatural hungers like I do. It’s time to feed again, you my love are so good to me. I know you want me but you fear me and so you bring me my dinners. Tonight we have a young, delicious thing. A pretty girl who is all soft curves and soft flesh. We usually have men for dinner, but she was such a scrumptious treat we could not resist. So now she was sobbing in our basement, tied to the rafters. Begging for us to let her go, that she wouldn’t tell her mom and dad but she was so sweet. And the way she shivered when I kissed and licked from her ankles to her little bald pussy was just intoxicating. I knew you were jacking off as you watched us, I could smell it in the air. Your musk and precum just making my stomach growl even more and I wanted to eat so badly. So I took that little pussy in my mouth, my tongue pressing and massaging that inexperienced clit as my fingers slowly worked and teased that opening feeling it get wetter and wetter as she relaxed into my mouth. The pleasure overcoming the fear. I want to make her calm, relaxed, happy… Fear taints the meat, makes it bitter, no matter how fun the screams are. So as I finger her pussy, nibbled on her clit, her first orgasm building and building for me. You get ready, preparing the electric prod we purchased meant for slaughtering pigs and cows. Wait for her to scream, her back arch, as she cums all over my tongue and then you press the device to her forehead. She doesn’t have the time to process what just happened, her pussy still twitching and pulsing in pleasure as I move back. Her bowels emptying themselves as her body twitched and relaxed at the same time. The piss and shit dripping down her legs and into the drain. I stand up and kiss thoshate sweet innocent lips. “Oh, what sweet thing you are. You will be delicious.” and I bite that bottom lip, my teeth slicing through that young flesh even as you hose her down. Treating her like the cattle she is as I pull that bottom lip off, chewing it with a moan of pleasure. It’s one of my favorite bites. I move in taking each cheek, loving the sweet young flavor of the meat even as I hear you sharpening your knives to butcher my dinner. I can’t help but take little love bites off of her cheeks, neck, shoulders, arms. She’s just so delicious and there is nothing like the taste of fresh, sweet, young girl.

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Sexy Cannibal Reesa

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My Dark Fantasies: Elf on a Shelf Snuff Roleplay

dark fantasiesI have dark fantasies. Very twisted dark fantasies. Do you? You know that fucking annoying Elf on a Shelf. I dreamed I snuffed him out. Oh, and his annoying twat waffle owner. I am friends with this dip shit blonde named Angel. She thinks it is fun to post annoying pictures daily of her Elf on a Shelf all over the house. One day the creepy mother fucker was driving her car and smoking a stogie. The next day he was on the toilet taking a dump. Another day he was riding the dog like a horse. Silly stupid shit that clogs my fucking Facebook feed. I guess my anger manifested itself into a snuff roleplay dream. I woke up feeling like I had that Elf’s blood on my hands. Killing him felt so real. I got on Facebook like we all do every morning. I saw Angel whining about someone kidnapping her stupid Elf on a Shelf. I guess I was not the only one that wanted that evil doll dead and gone. As I made myself to my bathroom, I noticed a trail of blood. I know I am a sick bitch, but I don’t usually kill in my own home. Besides, when I am in a murderous rage, I remember my kills. I followed the trail of blood into the bathroom. I discovered my friend’s asshole Elf on a Shelf pinned to the wall with a big old knife. The annoying mother fucker was covered in blood and dead as a door nail. There was a note that said, “Merry Christmas,” Love Michael. I don’t know any Michaels. Someone did me a solid by knocking off that damn Elf before me, but who? It perplexed me for a few days, until I was scrolling through my pictures on my phone and saw the picture below. Michael Myers killed that Elf on a Shelf for me and used my cell phone to capture the moment. Now, I just have to bitch and complain about one of you. Who will Michael kill for me next?snuff roleplay

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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Taboo Role Play: The Beginning

Taboo role playThe beatings and pussy-pounding had stopped suddenly. I had no idea what was going on. One minute, I was being attacked by 3 men, my chest and arms and head being pummeled, my pussy and ass taking damage. The next minute, everything had stopped.Dark fantasies

I chanced to open my eyes, and there she was. She was lovely, but terrifying. The look on her face said she’d as soon kill me as look at me, even as her features screamed out that she was a goddess. She told me her name was Venus, then asked if I was going to be a good little bitch for her, or just a problem. Since my mouth was taped over, I nodded my head to let her know that I’d behave. Then, the pain began for real. Her hand lashed out and caught me across the face just as the other twisted hard on my nipple. I squealed through the tape, and a gleam of triumph entered her eyes, but quickly disappeared. Then, I felt a finger at my already tender cunt hole, and I begged through the tape for her not to. Not only did she slide that finger inside of me, she put all of them inside of me, tearing at my flesh when she curled her hand into a fist to push deeper into me. I screamed through all of that, and the glint of satisfaction returned to her eyes, making her force that fist ever deeper and harder into me. I thought I could die right there, and be content that I was no longer suffering, but she had other plans…

Marley

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Dark fantasies make the best phone sex!

dark fantasiesWe all have dark fantasies, some of us are just a little more open with ours than other people are. Personally, I don’t think I should be forced to hide my dark side, I flaunt it loud and proud because I am one wicked bitch! I don’t believe in mercy or kindness, I am all about being as viscous as I possibly can to every person I come across. Why be nice when I could be merciless and evil instead? I want to get a nice young bitch, someone completely innocent and naive because that just makes it hotter for me. I want to scare her a little at first, make her think that there is a shred of hope  that she could get away even though there is no way out for her. I want her to run a little and exhaust herself, eventually she will end up curled up in a corner sobbing and shaking with fear completely unable to move. That is when I will scoop her up and lay her out on my table and strap her ass down. She will be violated and all of her fuck holes will be torn and bleeding… and any faith in god that she may have had will be completely gone! By the end she will beg for her death and she will do anything I ask her to do. I’m sure that she would still be hoping for a miracle, hoping that someone, anyone would rescue her but trust me, there was no hope for this bitch from the moment I laid my hands on her! She was dead as soon as she got in my car… she just didn’t know it yet. I never leave witnesses, I only leave bruised and battered bodies. What can I say? I am pure evil and I will never be anything else!

Accomplice Ava

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I have dark fantasies in my dreams every night!

dark fantasiesI have dark fantasies in my dreams every single night, they’re like lullabies to me. I drift off to sleep listening to the sounds of my victims screaming and begging for mercy, just knowing that they are suffering a deep and unimaginable pain makes me sleep like a baby. I wake up all refreshed and ready to begin another torture filled day, it’s so much fun for me to think up different creative ways to hurt someone… For instance, did you know that you can literally fry a bitches nipples off just by hooking her up to a car battery? They burn up, the smell is terrible but the screams are so very sweet to hear! Or you can take a hot curling iron and shove it up inside a bitch and fry her pussy up, you have got to see a whore’s face when her cunt is burning up, it is hysterical! What are your favorite ways to fuck up a whore?

Wicked Willow

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My Dark Fantasies Came True

dark fantasiesI have dark fantasies. We all do. Sometimes my dark fantasies become reality. When I was a college girl, I fantasized about being kept in a dungeon as a sex slave. There was no light in the basement. I was denied affection. My basic needs for food and water barely covered. I was just a fuck pig. Men would not only fuck me when they wanted, but they would also use me as a toilet. Piss and shit on me. Essentially, I was just a waste dump for cum, piss and shit. I know it was a sick fantasy, but I always viewed myself as garbage. Just a piece of shit whore who deserved nothing but abuse and humiliation. One day, I met Max. He was a dominant older man. He didn’t like women much, especially ginger girls like myself.  I never shared my deep dark fantasies with him. I thought we were dating actually, until one day I woke up feeling drugged and I was chained like a baby lamb in his cold dark basement. I asked confused what was going on, but he spit in my face. “Whore you didn’t think I loved you did you,” he seethed at me. I was scared. Fantasy had become reality. He forced his cock in my mouth and pissed. A long pissed too. I had never tasted piss before. He pinched my nose forcing me to swallow it. It was salty and gross. I thought maybe I was  trapped in a bad dream, but then his friends showed up. They teased the little red headed girl before they gang banged me. It was the first time I had multiple men at once. It would not be the last, however. I got filled in every hole with a gallon of cum. My ass prolapsed from the rough anal sex. I remained chained like a dog the entire time. I spent the better half of a year in his basement as his whore until he grew bored of me. Like trash I was discarded;  but the experience shaped me into the submissive whore I am today. Now I have even darker fantasies.

Dirty Mommy Blair

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Taboo Role Play: Be Careful What You Ask For

taboo role playI love a good taboo role play, but it all depends on whom I am playing with too. I thought my son would be a good one to explore my rape fantasies. Most boys want their mommies. Most boys would love a chance to give their mommy their dick. My son steals my panties, jacks off with the door open and always finds way to catch me naked in the bathroom. I told myself he would make a good lover. Teen boys rabbit fuck and their cocks always work.  I explained my rape fantasy to him and his eyes were not the only thing that got big. His cock grew in his pants as I explained my dark fantasies to him. I want to be bound and gagged and force fucked by my son. An incest rape fantasy is more taboo than a stranger rape fantasy, don’t you agree? After I told him, I left the details to  him. I didn’t want to know the when or the where.

About a week after I shared my taboo fantasy with my son, I was coming home from a late dinner with my boss. When I entered the house, the lights were out. Before I could get a flashlight from the kitchen, a rope was around my neck. My pussy got wet. I knew this had to be the moment I had long awaited. As my hands and feet were bound, I waited for some recognition of his voice. My excitement quickly turned to fear when I realized it was not my son. I was punched in the face, then again in the stomach. When I fell to the ground, I was kicked in the pussy repeatedly. Before long I realized there were more men in the room. I was being violently kicked and punched. What happened next was not part of my fantasy. I was gang banged and anally tortured with a baseball bat.  I lost consciousness. Woke up in a pool of my own blood and piss with a note that simply said, “Be careful what you ask for whore.” Turns out my son told some school friends about my taboo roleplay fantasy and they acted before my son could.  Guess I had it coming.

Submissive Whore Bernice

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