I was staying at this creepy old hotel in upstate New York on weekend and some really freaky shit happened. So freaky that I can’t tell anyone about it except here, where people go to look for freaky stuff. So I went with one of my dorm mates to their hometown for some kind of founder’s day weekend. Lots of small town fun stuff so I was like, okay sure lets go. Her parents had a full house of guests so we got rooms at the only hotel in town. A real old historic place with lots of stories. It drew a few weird types too, those with a supernatural rape fetish. It was rumored that some violent rapist has been killed by a victims husband there and now his ghost roamed the hotel, searching for more victims. It was all rubbish of course but the place was still creepy. At that point in time, I couldn’t even fathom the idea of a supernatural rape fetish story or anything to do with ghosts. *sigh*
It was a great first night in town, a carnival, lots of old friends and fireworks over a lake. I was tired so I called it a night and went back to my room. I showered and then crawled into my bed naked. I like to sleep naked so it was just what I always did. I had only been asleep a little while when something woke me up. I sat up in bed and looked around in the dark but didn’t see anything. I started to lay back down when the sheet and blanket were ripped down off the bed. I turned on the light next to the bed but no one was there. I was scared and confused and then it got worse. Something grabbed my ankles and yanked me down the bed. I tried to kick but it held me tight. When I looked though, nothing was there. It felt like something was pressing down on top of me, like someone was laying on me, holding me down. My legs were forced open and I could feel something pressing against my pussy. I could feel all these things but there was nothing there. No one. The room was empty except for me. I was about to scream when something went over my mouth and muffled my cries. At the same time something hard thrust inside my pussy. I struggled but couldn’t move. I was being held down by something or someone that was invisible. I couldn’t see what was fucking me but I could feel it. I screamed as the unseen entity thrust his cock in and out of me. At least I assume it was his cock. I don’t really know. Whatever it was, it felt like a big cock and I choked on my own muffled screams while I fought not to cum. My ghost rapist couldn’t cum so he had no desire to stop. He used and abused me all night long. Every night we were there he came back and raped me all night. From sundown to sunrise I was his helpless victim. He left no part of me untouched, leaving me sore and battered. I’ve tried getting someone to believe me but no one does. I haven’t told anyone that I have a supernatural rape fetish now. No one would understand. Only other people who have the same fetish would understand why I go back to the same hotel and stay in the same room every weekend. He shows no signs of getting bored of my visits either. In fact I think I’ve only ignited his lust to satisfy his own supernatural rape fetish. I can’t wait to talk to someone like me, who gets off on this. Call me and share what happened to you.
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Age Play Rape Phone Sex
I think a lot of guys are scared of their secret suppressed dark fantasy to over-power a sweet teen with a young voice. That’s why I think age play rape phone sex is probably one of my favorite phone role-plays. I’d love to be the naughty babysitter you caught just talking on the phone and ignoring her duties or maybe you followed me home and trick me into letting you in to fix the washer and dryer even though I’m not allowed to late strangers in. You decide to ravage my sweet young body and show me what prancing around in hardly any clothes really means. It’s also an interest of mine to have extreme taboo age play rape phone sex like daddy daughter or brother sister force fantasies. I have a young sounding voice and love age play rape phone sex role plays and evil fantasies like that. You don’t have to be shy with me. You can play as rough as you want with me and I’ll act any way you want me to if you have a particular fantasy in mind. I don’t know why it turns me on. Some people say I’m dirty and fucked up. That very well may be true, but I’m really good at being dirty and fucked up! Let me be your age play rape phone sex fantasy girl tonight. Sneak into my room, daddy! Or follow me home from school when no one is home and creep right up to my room. I can be a very bad teen slut babysitter, too. NOTHING is off limits to me. We can get as extreme and as nasty as our minds can get. Let’s do our own kinky age play rape phone sex role play. I’ll be super cute and young just for you!
Call and ask for Nikki! :)
Rape Phone Sex: Your Body Betrays You – Abduction
This is part 2 of the drugged and bound rape phone sex abduction role-play and erotic story called, “Your body will betray you” – based after something the rapist says to his bitchy victim during the erotic story.
To read part one, see: Drugged and Bound.
My captor for this rape phone sex abduction fantasy, says, “No matter how hard you try to fight it, your pussy will get wet and your body will betray your mind. I will spend days if I have to. To break your will and prove to you that between your legs is just a fuck hole that craves to be filled with cock.”
The fighter inside me wants to spit in his face and tell him how I know it’s only natural to become physically aroused with enough stimulation, but I decide against the spitting. He did say he would hurt me. “You think I’m such a cocky bitch, but do you think I’m stupid? You and I both know that if you provide any one with enough stimulation their body will react even if their mind isn’t stimulated with it. It’s going to take a lot more than that to break me, mother fucker.” He just smiled at me and turned the vibrator speed up and dragged the object along my pussy lips. My bottom jumped up a little bit, about as far as I could while being tied up spread eagle so he’d have access to every part of me. He planned to rape me with objects, but was he going to rape me, too?
“Look at that, you’re already starting to get wet.” I know what he was trying to do. I was trying to fight it and he just wanted to break me. He wanted me to let go and do everything he wanted. I hated him. I hate this bastard already. “You’re never going to forget me. When you walk out of here, you’ll even masturbate thinking of me.”
I told him I’d never think about him again with less power. I was trying not to get wet but I could feel the vibrator’s tip easily slide into my slippery cunt. I’m thinking to myself… why? Why don’t I have control over this. I hate this man and he wants me to be wet. My mind and body are both fighting myself and this rapist mother fucker. “You’re started to get it, aren’t you, whore?” Tell me you want it. Tell me you need your cunt filled. That’s all you need to do and this will be over sooner. Tell me that you like it.” I was quiet for a long time, but he kept pushing the vibrator deeper inside of me. He took it away and then started to undress himself. He pulled his penis out of his pants and I became afraid. “Don’t stop using the vibrator, please, I want it.” I thought maybe if I told him I liked the vibrator he wouldn’t rape me himself. I could see his hard throbbing cock. He pressed it up against my quivering pussy and said, “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on not using the vibrator.” He then placed the vibrator on my clit. I knew what he was doing. He started rubbing the head of his cock all over my vagina and smiling. “See how wet you are? Tell me you need this hole filled.” I couldn’t fight it. I was becoming horny and I wanted this torture and mind fucking to be over with. I whispered, “Please… I need it.”
“I can’t hear you. Tell me your cunt is just a hole that needs to be filled.”
I grimaced as he forced his fat cock head inside my tight pussy. He left it there pushing his head in and out while humiliating me. I finally said, “My cunt is just a hole that needs to be filled, please fuck me.” and he slammed his cock deep inside me so hard it hurt but I was almost relieved at the same time… confused and broken, I lied there while he raped me and I had an orgasm while he was rubbing the vibrator on my clit.
Erotic Rape Fantasy – Aquaintance
Names are always changed every erotic rape fantasy or story. I role-played this one on a phone sex call with a regular. We always do different scenarios where he forces a different girl. It turns me on being his different victim each time.
I was closing up at the pub and I knew him. Rob was such a nice guy and everybody knew it. I was putting up the bar stools and closing up by myself when I noticed Rob had stopped by to see if I needed a ride home. I unlocked the door and let him in of course and told him that I appreciated it, but that I wouldn’t be finished closing up for about 15 more minutes. He said, “That’s alright, I can wait and help you out.” This was typical of Rob, he was always a social guy and willing to help.
I told him I was about finished and to wait right out front as I went to the back room to get my purse and change out of my work jacket. As I was pulling my work jackef off, I felt hands on my ass. I quickly turned around and snapped, “What the hell are you doing? You know I have a boyfriend.” He had to be joking. This was so unlike the guy everyone knew. Only something was very different about him. There was this look in his eyes. This hard, cold, look… it was like staring at a different man. The man standing in front of me didn’t flinch as I raised my hand to slap his face and without breaking eye-contact with me, he grabbed my wrist before I could slap him. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way.” That’s all he said. I told him he was scaring me and I could feel my legs start to tremble. Gripping my arm firmly, he forced me back up against the lockers in the break room.
I was so shaken, I managed to say, “This is a joke, right? Please don’t… I have a boyfriend, you know that. I think you have the wrong idea about me.”
He said, “Oh yeah, what idea is that?” as his other hand forcefully pushed up my skirt and started tugging at my panties.
“I bet you have a real sweet cunt, don’t you bitch?” he said to me as I could feel his fingers pressing up against my pussy lips. I grimaced and tried to push him away. He was too strong for me. He completely over-powered me. All I could do was beg him not to. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your whining. You’re always strutting around in short skirts and showing off these new tits of yours.” I was happy with my new implants, but I didn’t realize he thought different of me because of it. No no… this couldn’t be the reason he was acting this way. This was a different man. Rob couldn’t be a rapist, could he? He won’t force me… This can’t be happening. All these thoughts were running trough my mind and he told me to unzip his pants. He got real close to my ear and said, “I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will.” I believed him. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as he forced me to my knees and rubbed his cock on my face telling me to suck it. I asked him if he would let me go if I gave him a blow job, and he said yes. I don’t know why I believed him, but I figured if I sucked him off really well, he’d cum and let me go. This ended up backfiring and I was crying but sucking his cock the best I could trying to get it over with as fast as possible. This just made him more aggressive and he told me what a cum slut I was. That he knew I was a dirty bitch cock sucker. I felt humiliated as he pulled me by my hair off my knees and bent me over the break-room table. Feeling his hands all over me groping me, molesting my body and his cock pressing hard up against my pussy. He raped me repeatedly in every hole. Even my virgin ass… It was so painful and felt like forever, but when he was done he grabbed me by my throat and made me swallow his cum. He checked my mouth afterwards to make sure I swallowed and then he took a small bottle of listerine out of his pocket and made me rinsh with it and swallow it. He stuffed my own panties in my mouth and bent me back over the table. I thought…. Oh god, he isn’t finished raping me… told me to spread my legs and not move until he said so. I could hear his pants zipping and his belt buckle. I thought I heard him leave, but I was too scared to check. So I sat there for hours crying, broken and humiliated wondering if he was coming back. When I finally realized he was gone, I crouched to the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest and told myself it never happened and it was all a bad dream…
~Erotic Rape Fantasy by RaVaGeDgiRL~