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I love it when you put your hands around this beautiful throat of mine and squeeze it tight. Are you up for some strangulation phone sex tonight? There are so many different, creative ways you can really strangle someone, and I have a few ideas of my own. I haven’t tried them all, but can we play tonight and try them? I know you won’t be disappointed.
Let’s get our supplies together first. We can try an electrical cord off any appliance, a toaster, hairdryer, and the like. We can use a regular rope. Or we could use anything in the bedroom, such as a belt. All these things will leave different marks around my throat which makes me so hot!
Come over to my bed and tie my hands to the bed and pick your tool of choice. If you pick the belt first, you can pull it harder and harder. I feel it get tighter around my throat and let out some moans of complete pleasure. The tighter the better, and I can’t wait to feel the next one.
I’m ready for some excitement today. Are you up for some home invasion phone sex? I’m in my kitchen working on dinner and suddenly, I hear the front door swing wide open with such force that they slam against the inside walls. I see four big strong men, dressed in black with black ski masks, running straight at me.
They each run up to me from every side and before I know what’s happening. Two guys grab each of my arms, and they push and bend me over my own kitchen island. The other two guys pull my shirt up and my pants down, aggressively. My head is pushed down on the cold marble counter. As tears stream down my face, I know exactly what’s about to happen.
I can’t see anything, but I feel a pair of strong hands groping my huge breasts. At the same time, I feel some hands smack my ass and force a few fingers up my reluctant pussy, as I felt it start to get wet. Secretly inside, I’m begging them to be rough and see how much pain they can put me through. I live for the pain.
I’m so glad that you reached out today. It was the cheap phone sex that caught your eye, wasn’t it? Don’t let that scare you away. We might be affordable, but I’m damn good at what I do. I have a very open mind, but some seem to think my mind is rather dark, due to what’s happened to me in the past.
Do you even know what has happened to me? I have been beaten, kicked, punched, cut; everything you can think of. You would think that it would scare me out of having sex, but the pain I experienced, it has made me crave it more. Crave that pain. The pain is such a turn on and orgasmic. I had no idea that almost dying would make me feel so alive.
Yes, I love the pain and long for it, but I would love to help you as well. If you need a victim, I can help you find them and do the unspeakable to them. Just let me join you, please. I’m begging!
Good evening everyone. It’s getting late and dark, which makes it the perfect time for you to join me in this accomplice phone sex. I have all these horrifying, yet absolutely delicious thoughts running through my mind. I have so many great ideas, that right now, it’s hard to choose just one.
I usually have more victim and submissive thoughts, but tonight I’m feeling rather sadistic. You’ll help me, won’t you? I’m ready to pick a stranger off the streets and turn them into a screaming victim! They have no idea what’s in store for them tonight.
We go back to an alley way, where all the fun can truly begin. I pull out my knife, and as I hold it up, the curved metal blade glistens in the moonlight. Our victim is on his knees, and when he sees that knife, he starts crying and begging for his life. I just start laughing. So tell me, when you call me tonight to get dark, how does this scenario end?
You have me completely under your spell. I will do whatever you say. You’ve mutilated my body, cutting me with knives and completely scarring my body, leaving me a scarred mess. You’ve fantasy raped me multiple times until my pussy bled and I couldn’t scream or cry any more. My head is completely fucked, but fucked in your favor. You need someone to lure men in with my pretty face. They drive me back to your place. I invite them inside, revealing my fucked up body. By the time they step back in horror, it is too late. You tie them up to your operating table, numbing them but allowing them to watch as you castrate them, making them completely impotent. Your power only grows stronger the more you castrate and consume them, which now allows you to fantasy rape the men you really want. I stay by your side, ready to slice his throat so he can never tell about how you humiliated him.
My boyfriend and I went to the woods so we could have a nice camping trip. Once in the woods, we saw a man who looked like he was struggling putting things into his RV. We went over to help him, offering to pick up some boxes for him. He thanked us for our help and directed us to the inside of the RV. Once we were both inside, he completely changed. He was not as feeble as he made himself out to be. There, he pulled out a gun and told my boyfriend to suck his cock or he’d get shot. My boyfriend looked at me, humiliated knowing he was about to be that man’s bitch.
He got down on his knees and sucked that man’s big cock. He slurped that cock like a little cock slut. When the gunman was satisfied, he grabbed my boyfriend’s hair and threw him to the ground. After that, he told me to come to him, turn around and lift up my skirt. I did as he asked, so he slammed his cock in my asshole. It hurt so bad that I bled, and I screamed for him to stop, but it only made him harder. He came in my ass, and told my boyfriend to lick all the juices off of his cock.
The last babysitter that came to your house did not survive. I had no idea about it, of course, before I came over. I see that your offspring are in the kitchen with their headphones on and looking at their iPads. I go over to them to try and interact, but you tell me that you need some help with something in the basement. A dumb slut like me should know better than to go inside someone’s basement, but I did not think anything of it. Once down there, the torture began. You push me against the wall and you fantasy rape me. I scream out, but know now why you gave them the headphones. Then, you break the bones in my arms and legs, rendering them ineffective. Once I became your marionette doll, you were able to use me without any resistance. You shoved my pussy on your cock as I cried, beat me until I was bloody, and decided to keep me in the basement. A little doll like me needs to be played with until I break.
My sexy goth teen torturer, Morticia, is having her fun with me. She lured me to her home by pretending to host a Catholic Bible study group, then knocked me out. Once I awoke, I was hogtied and nude. She came over to me and said I had to follow every order or I wouldn’t make it out alive. Her nails dug into my tits as she rubbed her pussy on my face and made me eat her cunt. I cried, begging her to let me go, so she choked my delicate neck, digging her nails into my throat until I bled. I told her I would be a good girl as her pussy juices filled my mouth. It’s too bad for me that she only enjoys watching me suffer.
She brought in six men to rape me, just as her mother had to her. Once 666 men had torn apart my pussy, throat and ass, my body completely trashed, she would enjoy slitting my throat as she sacrificed my body to become Satan’s cumslut. I scream that I’ll never give into the devil in between getting throat fucked, but even I know that I’ll be weak to her commands once the 666 men are done with me. I’ll willingly give myself over to the darkness.
You don’t need my permission to strangle me. That’s why you wrapped your hands around my neck the second you stepped into my apartment. You told me that you were my roommate’s father, and were looking to spend more time with her. Being a naïve whore, I did not even question why you didn’t look a thing like her or knew even know the most basic concepts about her personality. A girl like me wouldn’t have survived long in this world anyway. It is better to put me out of my misery. Take your cock out and shove it down my throat while you choke me. Use me like a cum rag, getting as deep as you can inside of me so your whole cock can feel amazing. Aren’t I a nasty little slut? You finally cum inside my throat, filling me with your cream, but the air has left my lungs, so that cum will stay in my throat forever. Even in death, I’ll gag on your cum.
Let’s skip the kidnapping, the bondage and the slow introduction to my demise. I know you want to get into the good stuff, and my killer had so much fun with my body. Do you know that magic act where a magician slices the legs of his beautiful assistant, her legs seemingly still moving after being cut apart? How about if the magician never put her back together. My fetishistic killer took a chainsaw to my beautiful legs, telling me he wanted to preserve them. You would not believe the bloodcurdling scream I let out as he split me, with me begging him to stop and, later, begging him to kill me. Once he got my legs, he took the time to put them on his worktable. He was going to work, but only once he could get some quiet. That’s when he took his cock and shoved it down my throat, choking me until I passed out. At my top half, he hacked away, blood squirting from all parts, waking me. It was only when he chopped off my head that I stopped screaming. Who knew I had legs to kill for?