In this Phone Sex Rape Fantasy, it’s late at night. I’m home alone and in bed asleep. I’m woke suddenly when my hands were grabbed and tied. Somebody is on top of me. He tells me not to scream. He rolls me over onto my back and rips the blankets off the bed. I see that he’s come prepared with his own little rape kit. He pulls out some rope from the bag and secures me to the bed, spread-eagle. Then, he pulls out the knife. I start to panic. He must have seen my reaction because a wicked grin slowly emerges on his face as he says, “Don’t worry, slut, as long as you don’t scream.”

The Rape Phone Sex Fantasy truly begins as he straddles me and runs the knife over me. He watches me intently, clearly enjoying my terror. Then he cuts off my nightshirt. He takes a moment to admire my breasts before he roughly squeezed them, pinched and pulled on my nipples. Then he thrust his hand into my panties, roughly fondling my clit and then penetrating my pussy. He smiles again as he finds that I’m wet. He removes my panties the same way he removed my top. He stands up and looks down at me with a smile.

I’m exposed, terrified, and humiliated because I’m aroused despite the terror. Quickly, he undresses and I see that he’s already fully erect. He takes his time, stroking his cock and admiring my body. Standing there stroking his cock, he never takes his eyes off of me. He looks directly into my eyes and says, “You’re going to enjoy this, you cunt. We both know it.”

He’s noticed my toy box and takes a few minutes to explore it. He takes out my nipple clamps, anal plug, and lube. He comments lewdly on each as he pulls it out. With a laugh, he grabs them up, telling me he knew I was a proper slut. He puts the clamps on my nipples, pleased by my winces of pain. Selecting the anal plug, he lubes and inserts it. “Time for some fun,” he says.

Once the anal plug is inside me, he goes to work torturing my breasts and nipples. He pinches, pulls and even bites my breasts. All I can think about is what he’s doing to me. I’m too scared to speak or shout, and I can barely move. I try to control my breathing and my responses, but fail completely. The forced fantasies I’ve long harbored race through my mind, and my body betrays me, reacting to the pain and pleasure at the same time.

Finally, he reaches my pussy, I tense-up expecting him to bite my clit, but he stops and rips the clamps off my nipples. He puts one on each of my pussy lips and the pressure is excruciating. He looks down at me possessively, taking in the sight of my bruised and bitten body and tells me that he’s going to fuck me now.

He poises himself to penetrate me with his dick hard and ready. I try to look away, but he slaps me and says, “Look at me, slut!” I look up, into the eyes of this man who is completely controlling me, and wait, terrified.

“Do you want to be fucked, bitch?”

I’m frozen. Nothing else exists for me but him and his complete control over me. My body is aching, and yet, I’m so wet and aching in other ways. I’m panting shallowly, humiliated by my responses, but unable to stop what I know will happen. God help me, what I want to happen.

He bends down and whispers into my ear, “You never said no.” Suddenly, he thrusts into me so hard that the entire bed slams into the wall, hard.  As he roughly penetrates me, I suddenly remember the anal plug and I squeal. He pounds me, hard, each thrust battering my already abused body. As he continues to pound me, it all blurs into a mass of sensation. I cry out with each brutal stroke and the world becomes his cock in my cunt. I feel a mounting pressure between my legs. Closing my eyes, I’m slapped again and he says, “Look at me, you little slut! Don’t you dare scream!”

I can barely control it as wave after wave of an orgasm rips through my body. He doesn’t stop, but continues thrusting faster as he builds to his own climax. Grunting, he begins filling me with his cum. He pulls out, still cumming, and finishes splattering my pussy and tits, covering me with it.

He stands up. I can’t look at him because I’m so humiliated by my reactions. I can only lie there, eyes shut, letting the sensations fade and feeling a dull ache begin. I lie there waiting to see what he would do next, or if he would leave.

I’m startled by the sound of his voice saying, “You’re are a fine submissive slut, aren’t you? Even with the pain. I wonder what other talents you have.” He looks over my cum-spattered and bruised body thoughtfully, and tells me I’m beautiful. Then he removes the anal plug, saying, “I don’t think we’re anywhere near done yet.”

Turning back to his rape kit, he removes a ball gag and a blindfold, both of which he puts on me. Then I hear him speaking.

“She turned out to be just what I thought, a total submissive slut desperately needing to be raped. Bring the van and we’ll go play.” A pause. “Oh yes, you’ll love it.” A click as he closes the phone. Even though I can’t see it, I know that he’s looking at me with that malicious grin.

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