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Snuff Slut Who Loves Torture Sex

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When I met him, I knew that it was going to end badly for me. I didn’t know that he was going to push me past any limits, though. The pain grew more intense with each session of torture sex. It didn’t matter; I could not get enough. My nipples were raw, my thighs covered in lacerations, but I gave him more. He would choke me so harshly that I just knew I was gone. It burns my soul to give so much to him, but I’ve never come harder in all of my life. I wanted it.
He pushed the knife deeper, deeper each time he used it on me. My pussy dripped as the blood coursed out from my body. Finally, he confessed that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt my body go cold while he was balls deep inside of me. The butcher started to remove parts of my skin as I watched in exquisite horror. He flayed me, and then I lost consciousness. A hard jab my jaw brought me back to the moment. He wrapped his gloved hands around the handles of the garrote. My life faded, and he licked the fresh spill from my throat.


Fantasy Kidnapping Phone Sex

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I was alone when a man forced his way into my home when I opened the door. He pulled out a hunting knife and pressed it hard underneath my chin. My eyes bubbled with tears. The sadist just licked them off of my eyes and laughed. When it was clear that no one was home, he marched me through the house and out of the door. I was tossed into the back of a windowless van and taken right from my own home. I begged him to let me go, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard me.
The van stopped, and the man yanked me from the vehicle, and drug me into a cabin. I knew that I would never leave there, he had shown me his face, let me see the plates on the van, and now he has shown me the location of this place. No, this is the end of the line for me. The sharp edge of his hunting knife ripped through my dress. The blade nicked my thigh as he cut my panties off, and I yelped. Then he slashed my delicate throat. He was pleased with using me for kidnapping phone sex.


Necrophilia Phone Sex Snuff Slut

necrophilia phone sex

You probably like your women alive and well so they can do dirty things to you, but have you ever thought about what it would be like if they couldn’t? Just trust me – necrophilia phone sex is so much sexier than you could ever have imagined. Maybe you’re having a sub/dom session and your little choking game goes a little further than you intended for it to. If you’re being honest, though, maybe you did intend for it to go that far. She was not doing a very good job of being submissive and you just wanted her to be quiet.
If you choke her all the way out, if you know what I mean, she won’t be able to talk back to you. She won’t be able to say no to any of your desires. You get to be fully in charge of the situation. You can slide your thick cock into her ass with no lube if you want to, and there’s nothing she can do or say. She can’t complain about how it hurts. But maybe what you really want to do is fuck her face and not have to deal with her gagging. You’re in charge and you can do anything you want. Let’s talk about it.


Faith’s Cannibalism Phone Sex

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When he told me that I looked good enough to eat, there was no way that I could have been prepared for what he really meant. He told me that he was a Dominant man with a very particular fantasy in mind. I’m a no limits kind of a fuck slut, what could he want that I’m not ready for, right? His voice lowered to a near growl, and his heated breath beat the words into my ear. ” I told you, you look good enough to eat.” My legs went limp, and I fell into his embrace while I scrambled to gain a hold with something around me.
My pussy would always quiver when I had cannibalism phone sex. This was taking place, though. My heart thundered in my chest while the knife shredded my dress like it was made of paper. The cannibal marched me into his kill room and pressed the blade into my fragile neck before dragging it across in one swift motion, bleeding me like a pig. As each drop hit the drain, he told me how he’s feast on me for days, and then the lights faded, and I just melted into death’s arms.


Knife Play Phone Sex With Faith

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The dream that I had last night caused me to wake up in wet sheets. My panties were soaked, and my sheets looked as if I had been squirting relentlessly. Do you perverted animals want to know what got my masochistic cunt drenched and creamy? My mind races to the dark, dangerous places with me being your vulnerable victim. My hand went into my messy cummy panties, and I started to fuck myself with brutal finger pumps, but as you probably could guess, that’s not enough for this pain slut. I needed more force, more anger fucking into me and pushing me to the edge.
I hopped up from my bed and got the cold silver blade that I keep in the fridge for knife play. Then I pressed the cold metal to my neck and held it there while I writhed around in the sheets and begged you not to slice my throat and take me. I heard the rough, emotionless voice in my ear telling me to fucking beg all that I wanted but that I wasn’t going to live through the night. My clit was humming with need, and it needs knife play phone sex. Take me.


Snuff Sex Is My Favorite

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Have you ever found yourself thinking about the ultimate taboo subject? You know what I’m talking about – snuff sex. I know a lot of people might think that’s weird, but I don’t. I’m a submissive girl and I love the thought of someone literally fucking me to death. It’s the most amazing way of surrendering to your lover. I sometimes masturbate while I think about someone fucking me from behind and wrapping his hands right around my throat. As he starts to fuck me harder, he starts to squeeze harder. I can’t breathe very well, but I don’t care because his dick is making me feel so good.
In my fantasy, he squeezes until I pass out but I’m still alive. When I wake up, he fucks me again and again. Every time, a different position. But every time, he squeezes until I lose consciousness. Every time I wake up, I’m surprised that I’m still alive and finally I tell my lover to put his hands around my throat and squeeze until I completely stop breathing. I want to give him the ultimate gift of my life. If reading that made your dick hard, pick up the phone and call me.


Pure Evil Phone Sex

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I always thought of you as such a sweet man and friend of my parents. I am in complete shock that you have me here, tied up in you basement as your very own little torture doll. I tremble every time I hear you coming, as I have no idea what is going to happen this time. Is there any way we can come to some sort of arrangement on my freedom? Perhaps I can be your accomplice to finding new victims to keep here in your basement. I swear I won’t tell a single soul where I have been and whom I have been with. I have a way with women and girls and they trust me very easily. I’ll be the perfect partner in crime for you, but please just release me from this basement. I cannot take it anymore. I am begging you. I am at my breaking point and I just don’t know what to do other than plead and offer up my complete services as your accomplice. I know all of the places to hunt for your new victims. Let me prove to you just how fruitful this arrangement can be. I had no idea you were such a monster. You hide it so well.


Bloody Phone Sex Victim

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You may not believe this, but I’ve recently discovered the thrill in using fake blood on my snuff calls, because it really gets me in the mood. Especially for those bloody phone sex calls. I just bought two new gallons of costume blood because I love drenching my body in it while we play out a crime scene together. I love the feeling of that oozing gooey blood red liquid all over my tits while I’m begging for you to spare my life. I especially love it when my roommates come home to find me in a pool of fake blood. With all that said, I’m really looking forward to some bloody massacre type calls, where you show me know mercy and use every torture device you can think of on my sweet innocent young body. The more violent you become, the more of my blood I’ll use, as we get off together. Don’t hold back and don’t be afraid to get rough. I prefer it that way and the bloodier the better.


Babysitter Phone Sex From Hell

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You were hired by my parents to babysit me which I assumed was going to be an evening of board games and movies, but you had other plans in mind, didn’t you? For starters you relocated me to an unknown location, where my parents are to never see or find me again. At this location there is a basement that you keep me in. It’s your own little playground of torture and fun and my living nightmare. You visit me there every night and sometimes throughout the day as well. I tremble every time I her your footsteps because I know that nothing but horror and pain awaits me. Over there in the corner is a table where you like to display all of your favorite torture devices, even though you have a lot more upstairs. It’s like this ritual act every time you decide to introduce a new one to me, because you enjoy the look of fear on my face throughout the process. Well I can’t take this fear and panic any more! I want you to end my life and end this terror once and for all!


Faith Loves Blasphemy Sex

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Easter Sunday is my favorite time of year because that’s the day I love to get lost in blasphemy sex. It’s the day that I visit my old pastor from when I was a young girl. I’m laughing because that man still doesn’t know how to resist the forbidden fruit of my loins. He desperately tries to and I always see that look of terror on his face whenever I enter the church in my slutty little Easter dress, with no panties on underneath and take my usual seat at the front row. I love watching him sweat bullets up at the podium while he tries to focus on preaching about Jesus coming back from the dead and blah blah blah. I know what’s really rushing through his mind and body and that’s me. He knows that I’ll be the last one to leave the building and he knows that he won’t have the strength to say no to my young little cunt yet again. I sit there teasing him as he recites versus from the good book like a damn robot. I spread my legs a little and slip my hand up underneath my bible and begin to play. This is when he starts to peak whenever he gets a chance. I know he’s trying to control that raging hard-on happening behind that preachers stand, but I know him well enough to know that he’s just oozing pre-cum while he reads from the book of Matthew. I can’t wait to tell you how the rest of that Sunday played out for my poor old preacher.


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