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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: The Ultimate Sacrifice

cannibalism phone sex hunt preyWhen my car broke down, I started to walk for help. I didn’t get far when an arrow hit my back.  It was a flesh wound, but disabled me. He had been watching me, stalking  me. He scooped me up like a dead animal, threw me over his shoulder and carted me off to his cabin in the woods. Tossed me in the basement. Trembling, I asked him what his intentions were. He told me  I was a “delectable piece of meat.” I thought he was going to force himself on me, but his intentions were way darker.

He told me I smelled like a dirty tramp and needed to be bathed; to be cleansed of all the chemicals ruining my natural aroma, my natural taste. He submerged me in warm water and scrubbed my skin. He hogtied me so he could inspect every ounce of my flesh. He was fixated on my fleshy thighs and ass. Just kept telling me I was going to taste delectable. Said I had tender flesh, the kind that could nourish a sturdy man like himself for weeks, but not all of me was meaty. My belly was flat and toned, lacking his preferred substance. He force fed me peanut butter milkshakes for days in a cage he kept me in, plumping me up. He even charted my growth, measuring my body parts daily.

Once he decided I was plump enough for him, he brought out a spit pole and a big bowl of some sort of butter sauce. He poured it over me, then he lubed the pole with it and patted my head. Said, “thank you for dinner.” I felt cold metal pierce through my anus, tearing my insides apart. It came out my mouth. I was bleeding, in pain, barely alive.  He carried me out side. I could see the fire pit. I knew what came next. As I was roasting over the open flames, feeling my flesh singe and burn, I heard him say, “Thank you Cassandra.” I paid the ultimate sacrifice. I hope I tasted yummy to him. I hope he savored every last morsel of my flesh. I hope I provided the needed nourishment.

I am here for your pleasure. Your darkest desires. Use me, beat me, fuck me, kill me, cook me, eat me….  Thanksgiving is approaching. I would look great adorning your table.

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Taboo phone sex with Ivy

She wouldn’t stop screaming. There are times when I enjoy a little scream. Cries for help, screams from pain…

But this cunt wasn’t even touched, she might be in some pain but after a few hours you’d think she would be

used to the feeling.

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That she would know that the more she moved the more her skin would pinch and twist. I can’t stand it. I took out my box cutter, held it to her throat…

She started screaming even more.. If she was going to keep screaming she was going to die. She was going to bleed herself to death.

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I cut her arms down her wrist and I cut her major artery in her legs.

Scream bitch.

Die you fucking worthless whore. 

Taboo Phone Sex With Belle; Bite Me!

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I think that it might be clear to say that I have a little bit of an obsession with monsters, or well vampires to be exact. I can not seem to get over it. Even when I am watching movies of having someone’s throat ripped out or being sucked on, I get wet, just seeing it. Even though I know it might not be real.

Just something about a strong aggressive man that likes blood that turns me on. I just want to have all kinds of taboo phone sex with that type of man. And if by chance you like to bite, then please do!  I would love to have my sweet young cunt slammed nice and hard with your big fat fuckrod of a cock! I fell asleep playing with my cunt thinking about this and vampires.

 

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I guess I started dreaming, but it felt so real. I was walking up to an old creepy house. My body tingled with each step I took. I could feel the hairs standing up on me neck and feel my cunt juices starting to flow. For some reason I knew I was heading towards a vampire lair. But when I looked down at my hand, I seen a stake. I wasn’t meant to have fun with the blood suckers I was meant to kill them. I knew that. But I did not want to. I just wanted to play with them. I opened the door and all was quiet. I started to creep up stairs and peeked into a room and seen just one vamp. He was laying across his bed. Before I even knew that he wasn’t asleep I was being pushed up against the wall.

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Being restrained where I could not fight back! Part of me didn’t want to.  After a while I just gave in fully. I always wanted to be taken like this any way. Shoved up against the wall and had my underwear shoved down… He fucked me so good. I couldn’t help but cum all over his cock. After he shot his load inside of me I felt revived but deep down I knew what I had to do. I had to end him. And I did just that. I caught him off guard and picked up the stake and stabbed him deep in his heart causing him to fall to the ground. I didn’t want to be too cold hearted so I buried him in a grave out past his house.

 

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Even after I woke up and realized it was a dream, I still touched myself thinking about it. I came so hard that morning. I love dreams like that!!

 

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Dial Now for Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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I’m all over some rape phone sex fantasy decadence. Your such a little bitch and you thought you would get away with being a sleaze ball to me?! Well think again bitch. You just signed yourself away as my very own Bitchboy, you pathetic excuse for a man. And yeah your banned from my bar also.

The best part of me now owning you is that I can sweet text you into visiting me at my bar. Yes, your still banned and you forget all about that until the two large door men hover over you. Looks like you will be getting a beat down by my guys and dragged to the basement.

Down in the pubs basement bloody bruised and fucked up your tied leaning across a steel table. Your naked and that ass of yours is about to be owned and fucked over and over by my big Ogre like doormen. Of course I get first dibs and I punch you as I spread your bitch ass cheeks and impale it with my huge black strap on cock.

As I finish up fucking your ass I come around and force my filth coated dick down your throat making you clean it. As your gagging on your ass juice and my big fat cock your being taken by one of my Ogres. Their cocks are a good fucking 9″ thick and 15″ long. These guys are gaping your ass and making it bleed as they laugh their deep penetrating laughs. You pass out and they keep fucking you and cumming in your ass.

Finally, you come to and find yourself strapped down in an abandoned psychiatric hospital. I’m standing over you grinning with a Victorian bone saw in my hand. Shuddering you look down and notice a huge blood stain in the front of your hospital gown and feel week. Passing out from blood loss and shock you hear me laughing more.

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Coming back out of unconsciousness you find yourself in the middle of 10 Ogre men gang banging your near dead body into full corpsedom. I discard you since I hate rotting flesh so the Ogres get to feed you to their pet crocodiles as a treat.

Suffocation Phone Sex with Cassandra: Death Pond Asphyxiation

suffocation phone sex torture bondageI woke up in a basement. Not sure whose basement, or how I got there. It was cold, damp and musky smelling. I could feel spiders crawling on me as I laid on the floor groggy and bleeding from my head. I suspected I had been hit over the head with some object and kidnapped. I tried to speak. Ask where I was, barter for my freedom. A big huge man in leather and one of those S and M masks that obscured the face, grabbed my blonde ponytail and dragged me across the cold cement, and strung me upside down from the rafter.

He started to shrink wrap me. I had been mummified before, but this was not quite the same. This felt sinister, even darker than bondage. He wrapped my face so tight I could not breathe. He was suffocating me with the plastic wrap. I was gasping for breath. I was in a panic  but trying to breathe slow ; trying to breathe period. I couldn’t move or breathe. Suddenly, he inserted a small tube in my mouth, giving me an airway. But, very little air was coming through, so I was still suffocating, struggling to breathe, struggling to stay alive.

I could hear voices, but the plastic wrap was so tight on my face I could not open my eyes. Then suddenly I was moving. Three men were carrying my mummified body like a coffin out of the basement. I was struggling to understand them. I was moving but not sure were. I was getting weak from lack of oxygen. Then one of the men made an opening where my eyes were. I heard him say, “We want you to see where you will take your last breath.” It was a creepy ass pond or lake. I could see hands sticking out of the water. They were going to bury me alive in a liquid tomb. I was starting to shake.  I even said a prayer. I felt myself being submerged in the slimy noxious smelling water. It smelled like death; like rotting flesh. They buried me up to my chin. The horrifying thing was I could see other women struggling to breathe like me. And I could see the decaying hands of the women who were unlucky to stay afloat or keep their head in such a manner that they did not suffocate.

My breathing was so labored. I could feel myself suffocating. Very little air could get in through that tiny tube. Wind was making the water splash into the tube. The pond water tasted nasty. My head was cramping in the only position that kept me alive if even barely. I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up in a fisherman’s boat. Never been so close to death before. I was the only one that made it. The rest suffocated or drowned in that death pond. I still don’t know who took me or why. It could have even been my kind rescuer. I am grateful to be breathing again, but I will always live in the fear that my captors will find me again once they realize I did not perish in that death pond like they intended.

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Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Revenge Fantasies

bloody phone sex knife play snuffI was watching some stupid ass old TV show last night called The Love Boat. Corny as hell, but it gave me sweet dreams of murder and mayhem. I dreamed I was on The Bloody Boat, along with all the bitches and tools that were mean to me in my life. In my version,  I was Venus, the evil cruise director. Every room was rigged with some torture device fitting for whatever offense that individual committed against me. Make a great horror film, don’t you think? Just need an accomplice or 6 to help me execute all the bullies and mean girls from our youth. Think about it, all the unsuspecting morons we hated under one roof, held captive at sea. We could torture, mutilate and kill them all. Dump their bodies into the sea to be shark bait.

So many scenarios. We could poison them at dinner, rendering them sluggish making it easy to slaughter them. We could gas them in the ballroom, but that would be too quick of a kill and hence no fun really. We could design rooms like in the Saw movies with torture devices. Each person has to decide how bad they really want to live. What extreme measures are they willing to take to spare their worthless lives? Or, we could use my knife collection, sneak into their rooms at night and butcher each one in their sleep like a serial killer. The possibilities are endless. I love revenge kills. Revenge fantasies.

I just need the right evil minded accomplice to help me flesh out my fantasy kill. Is that you?

Married to My Master

Master had a kinky idea, and luckily had the resources to pull this off. I got a white wedding dress and the silkiest lingerie for this kinky run. I had no idea how realistic he was doing this but I guess as he is a porn producer I should’ve known. A limo awaiting me even!!! I’m so excited to tell you the good news!!!

Well, we got Married, in a frigging CHURCH and me in a WHITE wedding dress, who’d ever thought… It was beautiful, and twisted. I got into the limo all dressed to walk down the aisle and hair up… Ten guys were in the limo awaiting me with their dicks out. Yup on the way to the chapel I was to blow all ten.. and swallow.

At the church I was led in by the ten in tuxedos with their dicks still out. The tuxedo had the front panel cut out. As I walked into the Chapel there were another 20 guys standing about the aisle dressed as the ten in the limo were open crotch cocks out and erect.

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As I entered one man in a red tuxedo but also open front, ushered me off to the side as the ten guys continued down the aisle to their position on either side of the podium. I saw Master approach the front and stood in a white tuxedo normal and he looked so handsome! I’m led down the aisle while a organist played a little march diddy.

A priest approached the podium, dressed in his robes and all the adornments proceed as if all was normal. We were presented as Master and Slave and the music immediately changed and the priest threw off his robes and mask and had the biggest hardest black dick, my escort down the aisle pulled my dress up as my Master took his knife and cut my panties off and everyone let out whoops as Master tossed my panties to the gathering of men.

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I was carried out and all of us loaded into three limos and ended up at Masters mansion. I have never been here and am excited. We had glasses of champagne on  the way and I was nice and toasty. In the mansion we were led to a Large Master Bedroom 35 men total filed into the room and stood around the room surrounding us.

Now let me present you with a sweet start to some hot Accomplice phone Sex how is the new slave (me) initiated by Master and all his men? Is it the beginning of my demise? 

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Satan’s Sex Slaves

Evil phone sex torture submissivesMy girlfriend Stephanie invited me to a Halloween Party. She met this hot guy at a club and scored us an invite to an exclusive underground club. I was pretty excited actually. I needed a good time. We both did. The location of the party was a secret. We were told to be at a warehouse at 9PM and we would be driven to the party destination. Stephanie and I arrived promptly at 9PM looking very sexy. There were other women there too, but they were not hot like us. None of us seemed to know  what was going on, but I beginning to feel uneasy.

Then several men arrived. Very handsome men and Stephanie and I lost our senses. We are good submissive fuck pigs. Men tell us what to do, we do it. We know no other life. These men instructed us to get into this white bus. All of us, got on that bus, somehow knowing it might be the death of us. Like lambs to be slaughtered, we followed.

evil phone sex bondage bitchWere drove in the dark, in the woods, for several miles until we stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned church and graveyard. A creepy ass old church in the middle of nowhere. This could not be good for Stephanie and I, or the others.  They led us into the church. I saw the pentagram, the candles, the blood… It was clear we were in the church of Satan. Why, we were not sure, but Stephanie and I were scared. There was blood all over the alter.

Stephanie and I were together, but the other girls they separated from us. Stephanie and I got tied up in the back of the church. I did my best to calm her. I had a plan. If we could convince our captors that we were good fuck toys; good breeders for virginal sacrifices, perhaps we could  survive. We were clearly the pretty ones in the group. The Satanists seemed intrigued. Stephanie and I were forced to watch as they slaughtered the other girls at their bloody alter. Each girl was bound, gagged and forced to lay in the center of a burning pentagram. Their breasts were cut off, their pussies sowed shut, some sort of animal blood spilled on them, then they were lit on fire. It was the most horrifying thing either of us had every witnessed. And as subby fuck pigs, we have seen a lot. I can still smell their charred flesh and hear their screams.

evil phone sex sacrifice virginsI looked over at Stephanie and told her to trust me. We had something those women did not. We had rocking bodies and pretty faces, and we had youth on our side. We could appeal to their primordial urges. It worked. They did not kill us. Instead they took us to the basement. It appeared to be a sexual torture dungeon. All sorts of S and M devices.  For days we were Satan’s sex slaves. Fucked in all our holes. Whipped. Tortured. Deprived of food and water. Forced to pee and defecate on the floor. They even forced us to play with each other as they jacked off on us. They were insatiable. They didn’t seem to need sleep. They did, however, need to fuck.  They were determined to breed us.

evil phone sex satanic ritual killerWe survived the church of Satan. We survived being the devil’s sex slaves. But barely. They passed out after being up for close to two days. I’m double jointed and freed my hands, then freed Stephanie. We ran naked through the woods, in the dark and the cold until we reached the highway and the kindness of a stranger. I’m not sure if the devil exists, but he certainly has followers who believe and they kill and fuck in his name. What would you do to us in the name of Satan?

Necrophilia Phone Sex

Taboo phone sex Dusty NecrHaving a friend in the funeral business is such a treat. Actually, he’s an undertaker and he lets me know when there’s a nice corpse in. By nice corpse of course we are referring to a nice erect schlong. He’ll call me up while the body is still fresh, and rigor has made things just right for my kinky secret.

You can’t tell me you never had some morbid secret desire or lust. I mean it’s just my thing. I Like Fucking the DEAD. They smell so earthy and acrid, their luscious graying flesh. The smell of formaldehyde and high percentile rubbing alcohol mingle with the rotting organs within the dead bloated corpse.

I headed over and was so fucking hot as I get to do a dead chick and a dead guy! I have always had a deep love for my friend. He accepts me and all my brashness and most of all we share another passion. This love for fucking corpses , real dead people. What got me into this was when I lost a dear fuck buddy and the night before his viewing…

I got obliterated and snuck down to where his body was and got on top of him throwing back the Jack and riding my dead friends cock to the best orgasm ever.

Your Evil Accomplice is Just a Key Stroke Away

fantasy phone sex goth evilWhen the zombie apocalypse hits, let’s face it, we are still going to have certain needs. In fact, I do believe our killer instincts will become even more prominent, more primordial because we will be fighting for survival. Hunting will no longer be just for sport, but for survival also. We might be divided geographically, but we can still talk via the cyber text sessions we offer. So much easier to cyber text sometimes, like when hunting zombies or killing the assholes and the weak  who jeopardize our survival.  The apocalypse is close, and I am going to need accomplices. People who share my passion for survival, my passion for killing. Think of how much fun we can have together sharing the details of our kills? Sharing not only how many zombies we slaughtered, but the joy we took in eradicating the world of useless, dangerous people.  Sharing the gory details of what we did to survive, like killing a pretty stupid whore to feed on her flesh. In the apocalypse you are either the butcher or the cattle. We are the butcher.

Things will be desperate, resources scarce,  trust will be hard, but crucial if we want to win the war against the undead. We can help each other. I can share my killing secrets, you can share yours. Thanks to our cyber text sessions,  we can stay connected regardless of distance, regardless of the situation. We can hunt together. Survive together. Kill together. All thanks to the ability to cyber text one another. So, even if the situation is not as drastic as the zombie apocalypse, remember we can always stay connected. For the same price of a phone call, you can message me your darkest, sickest most depraved desires.  Your wicked accomplice is just a key stroke away.

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