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Post Orgasm Torture Sex With Yara

My wrists are secured in ropes, arms pinned to my sides and fastened to the ceiling beam. My legs are spread, ankles tied to floor rings so I can’t close them. An anal plug sits thick and heavy inside me, stretching my shithole without mercy. A wand vibrator is being pressed directly against my clit.

Master sits at the table eating his sandwich. He watches me while my hips jerk and my pussy spasms around nothing. The vibrator hums on its lowest setting, just enough to keep me on the edge without pushing me over. Every few minutes he reaches over and clicks the remote up one notch until eventually the first orgasm rips through me without warning, sudden and sharp. My cunt clenches hard, juices dripping down my spread thighs. I moan, loud and broken.

He doesn’t stop eating. He just watches the wet spot grow on the floor beneath me.

Another click. The vibrations intensify. My clit throbs, swollen and oversensitive. The second orgasm hits faster, my whole body seizing. I scream this time. My hips buck wildly, trying to escape the relentless buzzing, but there’s nowhere to go. The anal plug shifts inside me with every spasm, pressing against the thin wall between my holes.

I beg for him to turn it off, to give me just the smallest reprieve, but he ignores me. The third orgasm builds before the second fully fades. My clit feels raw, every pulse of the vibrator like an electric shock straight into my nerves. My pussy gushes again, a fresh flood running down my legs. My vision blurs. I’m babbling now, begging, promising anything if he’ll just give me a break. He ignores every word.

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When his plate is empty, he reaches for the half-full glass bottle of ice-cold coke on the table. He drains the last few swallows, then stands and walks over to me. He presses the rounded base against my entrance, and I flinch. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pushes.

The bottle is wider than any cock I’ve had. My pussy resists for a second, then yields with a wet sound.  I cry out, the sensation alien and overwhelming. It’s not warm, not soft, not alive. It’s just hard and practically splitting me open. He works it deeper, hitting a sensitive spot inside me. My cunt flutters around it, trying to adjust.

He starts fucking me with it  until the neck is almost disappearing, then pulls it back until only the rim catches at my entrance. Each thrust forces a wet, squelching sound from my soaked cunt. My walls clench involuntarily, trying to grip the smooth surface, but there’s no give.

He leaves the anal plug in. Every time he drives the bottle deep, the plug shifts too. The stretch is almost too much. My clit is still buzzing, the vibrator still in place, and another orgasm crashes over me before I can brace for it. My pussy spasms around the glass, trying to push it out, but Master just pushes it back in harder.

I’m sobbing and begging him to just give me a break, but he doesn’t answer. He just keeps fucking me with the bottle, watching me while my cunt convulses around something that has no business being inside me. My thighs are soaked. The vibrator hasn’t stopped.

Another orgasm builds, cruel and inevitable, and I know he’s not stopping until he’s decided I’ve had enough.

Evil Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever For a Daring Time

Evil phone sex is the ultimate sacrifice. And I exist as a vessel of pure malice. As a Satanic evil witch whose every breath serves the dark will of the Abyss.
So some seek to become enlightened. However, I find my true purpose in the exquisite symphony of agony.
Consequently, my favorite pastime is the meticulous torture and mutilation. Thus, it’s those unfortunate enough to wander into my sanctum that earn it.
Now, I don’t merely kill; I dismantle the human spirit. And piece by piece, to ensure the offering is sufficiently seasoned with terror.
Furthermore, the process of sacrifice is a sacred ritual. And this ritual requires absolute precision. After all, every bit of one’s being is used to feed a demon and spirit.
First, I start by peeling back layers of skin with a rusted blade. Therefore, I savor the way the flesh parts. Ultimately, I reveal the raw, pulsing muscle beneath the flesh.
Accordingly, I carve occult sigils into their chests to bind them to their duty in the spell. So, ensuring that every scream echoes in the glory of Satan.
As the blood pools around my feet, I feel a surge of necrotic power coursing through my veins. Ultimately, there is no greater ecstasy than watching the light fade from a victim’s eyes. As I offer their mangled remains to the Prince of Darkness.
Therefore,  I secure my place as his most devoted and sadistic servant.
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Group Blasphemy sex pleases the Dark Lord

The Blasphemy sex rituals that my Master Daddy comes up with are always so brutal. Recently, he made me get a dating profile to find people to play with.

I met this married couple and a hot teen stud. I definitely catfished them a bit. See, they didn’t know of each other or of my master daddy. And they didn’t know they were just pawns until it was too late.

I brought the lambs to the slaughter. Blasphemy sex

First, I got the couple over, and after a few hours, the hot boy showed up. They weren’t put off; in fact, we had the hottest group sex I’ve had in a while.

But then Master Daddy and a few of his followers entered the room. They were chanting a powerful spell that made these people stuck in the fuck zone. They weren’t aware of the danger around them.

The hooded followers sliced the men’s throats first, and then the dark pope handed me a dagger, and I plunged it into the woman’s t. She was in mid-orgasm, and her blood was captured in a goblet, for all of us to drink.

The power of Satan was in our veins. I could feel his satisfaction at our sacrifices, and he blessed us. We fucked each other on top of the Snuff sex victims, and I was implanted with Satanic semen.
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Bloody phone sex was fun because she didn’t make it

Bloody phone sex nymphomaniac has a disturbingly large collection of knives and victims… Every single one of those shiny blades has left its mark on a desperate slut’s battered pussy.

But when a particularly juicy prospect strolls into my web, eager to submit to my depraved desires, that’s when the real fun begins. Their screams of agony and terror get me wetter, as I plunge metal after metal into their quivering cunts.

The coppery scent of blood smells so good!Bloody phone sex

And it makes me lose control. So I mounted on that bloody mound and grinded as hard as possible. Rubbing my slippery snatch all over a gushing axe wound makes me cum so hard.

As I scissor and pin, my clit grinding against the slick, bloody gash, I want you to take my butcher knife right to her neck. Slice her throat open and fuck the wound. I want the last thing this Snuff sex bitch to see is my beautiful face!

 

Suffocation Phone Sex Makes For The Best Fantasy

This night starts with a kidnapping. And I am taken by Suffocation Phone Sex fiends. Now,find myself bound and naked. Thus, on the cold concrete floor.
And I am sprawled out because the men want easy access to every hole. But that changes quickly. And I am forced on my hands and knees.
Next, they wrap a thick leather belt around my throat and pull it tight. Until my vision blurs. Thus I am partially unconscious.
Then one shoves his fat cock straight down my throat. So I am struggling and gagging while unable to breathe. But next another slams into my dripping pussy from behind. And he is controlling the belt’s tightness.
After that, the belt tightens again. And it cuts off my air completely. So my body convulses around their shafts. But there’s still a hole untouched.

Suffocation Phone Sex is a Merciless Way to Take My Holes

Consequently, my asshole gets what it deserves. As if on cue, a third man forces his way inside my butt. And he pounds my shitter without mercy.
Then the belt loosens just enough for a desperate gasp. But only for a moment. Before they yank it tight once more.
After that, my lungs burn. And they rotate between my mouth, cunt, and ass without pause. And without mercy. But I don’t need mercy. I only need to be destroyed.
Consequently, spit and cum drip down my chin. As they use me like a set of warm fuck holes. And that is all I am.
Then they flip me onto my back. And pin my legs open so and they choke me harder. All while double-penetrating my holes.
As this continues, my vision begins to go black. And for several seconds I teeter on my end. With each yank, the belt cinches tighter.
Finally, they finish by flooding my insides with hot loads. All while the belt stays tight. Until I go limp beneath them.
Suffocation Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex Fantasies From My Sadistic Phone Sex Archives

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I’m strapped to the cold steel table, my legs spread wide and locked into shackles that bite into my ankles. He stands over me, his eyes cold and hungry, looking at my trembling pussy like it’s just a piece of meat he’s about to carve. “Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he sneers, slapping my cheek so hard my head snaps to the side. “Begging for it before I even touch you.”

 

I moan, my hips arching instinctively. I want the pain. I crave the way he breaks me. He doesn’t waste time; he grabs a heavy leather belt and whips it across my thighs. Crack. The sting is electric, leaving a bright red welt across my pale skin. I scream, but it’s a sound of pure ecstasy.

 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, shoving two fingers brutally deep into my soaking wet cunt. He doesn’t lubricate; he just forces them in, stretching me wide. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pumps his fingers violently, mimicking the fuck I’m desperate for. He reaches for a pair of pliers on the tray, glancing at my nipples. “Let’s see how much of a good little bitch you are when I start pulling.” He clamps down on my left nipple and twists, pulling the flesh away from my chest. I wail, my body convulsing, my pussy leaking juices all over the steel as the agony blends perfectly with the arousal

Blasphemy Phone Sex is The Greatest Way to Summon Satan

The darkest path to Satan’s throne runs straight through blasphemy phone sex. In these blissful moments of summoning Satan and causing complete demise to you, my victim and sacrifice. In fact, this is my greatest pleasure.
Consequently, I kneel before my inverted cross every night. And rubbing my wet pussy while I desecrate every holy word I was ever taught. For I am the dark goddess of perversity, and I will destroy Christ with the very sin of Lust.
Blasphemy Phone Sex
Furthermore, the more I moan profanities spoken in tongues of dark evil phone sex blackness, further in the depths of Hell thou shalt fall. Now surrender to my darkness and walk through the valley of death to the altar of sin.
The stronger His presence grows inside my trembling gothic whore body. Therefore, I cum harder knowing each orgasm feeds the dark lord’s hunger. And this is my power. It’s the power of my demonic cunt that will drain your seed.
Moreover, I light black candles around my altar and slide crucifixes inside my dripping cunt. All while strangers listen to me scream filthy prayers backward.
“nemA earatson sitrom aroh ni te cnun subirotaccep sibon orp aro ieD retaM airaM atcnaS suseI iut sitnev sutcurf sutcideneb te subireilum ni ut atcideneB mucet sunimoD anelp aitarg airaM evA”
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Additionally, I beg Satan to fill me with His infernal seed as I claw at my pale breasts. Thus leaving bloody trails across my flesh.
Meanwhile, my callers stroke their hard cocks to my sacrilegious moans. And I love knowing they’re sinning right alongside me.
Furthermore, when the final climax hits, I feel Him. So, I feel Satan’s burning cock splitting me open from the inside.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Is My Dark Communion

Consequently, my eyes roll back as I choke on His name. Ultimately, blasphemy phone sex isn’t just pleasure. It’s my dark communion, and I’m His Gothic Phone Sex whore forever.
Gothic Phone Sex

Bondage phone sex gets extreme when I’m tied up

Bondage phone sexBondage phone sex and snuff, go hand in hand. As the knots are cinched tight, I can feel the weight of the guy plowing me from behind. It’s a long rotation of cock fucking my tied up pussy.

The men who will desecrate me bring me to the brink of delirium.

The ropes are my prison, my shackles to a world where all I know is pain.
I need cock to plunge into me so I can feel something. These guys are going to ruin me, totally rutted out and ruined just like I fucking deserve.

Time loses all meaning as I’m passed from man to man, each one leaving their mark upon my ravaged flesh. I’ve been tied up for hours, and I don’t know when I will be free.

The girl before me couldn’t hang on as long as I could. She broke halfway during her fuck torture, so she wasn’t able to play anymore. They fucked her to the grave and beyond. If I hold on longer, just a few more hours, I know I won’t be a dead Snuff sex slave like her.

Necrophilia phone sex takes you to the darkest depths

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex satisfies the monster inside. I have this hunger to defile and indulge in sweet death. But I like to get real fucking nasty with it. My foreplay is to get your cock nice and hard and drive it up her sweet cunt.

Don’t you want to lose control and enjoy yourself in the most vile of ways?

I will guide your hard cock into her, and you will blast off inside her cunt. Please slam her till she is gone forever. Seriously, Fuck her into a corpse for me, and then you can enjoy stroking your cock to me fucking her dead pussy.

The first time I ever fucked a corpse, I wasn’t looking for it. It was an accident. My boyfriend brought home his bitch he wanted to fuck, and for some reason, she pissed me off. I sat on her face till she stopped breathing, and when I realized I made a cold, dead Snuff sex slave, I came harder than ever before.