As I was walking home from school on 8th street, I got abducted by two men in a black mini van with tinted windows. They drugged me with a clothe over my mouth and nose. I woke up, it looked like an abandoned house, tide up to a metal bed. A man walked in and told me I was going to be his little fuck slut whore, to do as he said if not he was going to kill me. He told me he was going to let me loose if I promised I’d be a good girl. ” I promise.” I said. He then got me all naked at started beating me, slapping me across the face, spitting on me, and kicking me all over my body.Then he pulled his zipper down took his big cock out slap me with it. Told me to get on my knees and start sucking his cock. Then turned me around and forced his cock into my asshole. I remember crying in pain the more I cried the more he seemed to enjoy it. Come and take your turn.
Category: Suffocation phone sex
Smoking Suffocation Phone Sex
She screamed and the smell of charred flesh filled the air. I was playing one of my favorite suffocation phone sex games. This one involved a lit cigarette and lots of smoke. Looking at your erect cock, I knew you were enjoying it too.
We had picked up this little truckstop whore along the Interstate yesterday. She was thumbing home after her shift and it was her lucky day. You lit up a fattie laced with something and she greedily inhaled it. She was snoring in the backseat when we pulled far back into the woods.
I tied her to a table. Your cock was throbbing so hard that I was afraid you’d come. The tip of my cigarette fixed that real quick. Your pain is my pleasure. And the best was yet to come.
She awoke painfully, barely able to focus. When she realized what had happened and opened her mouth to scream, I busted her lip. “Time to play, slut.” I purred. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I reached for a plastic bag from the nearby drawer. It was clear so that when I pulled it over her head and duct taped it at her throat, I could see the fear in her eyes.
This is where it gets fun. These are special plastic bags with a valve. I took a long drag on my ciggie and blew it into the bag. The nicotine and carbon monoxide created a gas chamber that deprived the victim of oxygen. She would die a terrible death by suffocation. Of course, I expedited her demise by burning her flesh, her tits and labia, with my Marlboro. The harder she screamed, the faster she died.
Right before she took her final breath, I turned her over to you. Your swollen meat could barely wait to fuck her seared flesh and fill her with cum as she shuddered out her final breath.
Anal Hook Suspension
I woke up in a strange, dirt basement. My arms and legs were tied together, so I couldn’t move very much. Rolling over, I tried to get a better look at my surroundings, but was startled to see a man sitting quietly right next me. He flipped me back so I was face was in the dirt and inserted a cold anal hook into my ass. Attaching ropes to the other ties, he pulled and I was lifted off the ground, suspended in the air. The pressure from the anal hook supporting my weight was difficult to handle, but I watched in fear to see what he had planned next. Grabbing a whip, he walked behind me and start lashing my ass over and over again. My skin felt like it was on fire! My nerves screamed in pain, and there was nothing I could do to protect myself. The ropes swayed from the force of the lashes. Crying, I begged him to stop and let me go, that I would never tell. But he did not care. When he was done, a secured a plastic bag over my head. My frantic breathing from the whipping only used up my oxygen faster as he left me suspended to suffocate to death.
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I couldn’t breathe. His hand was around my throat, squeezing my airway. I clawed at it, trying to get it to let up, but it wouldn’t. I felt the darkness closing in on me, his dick rubbing against my clit, over my cunt and ass hole. Then, his hand released, staying loosely around my throat as he slid his cock into me, balls-deep. He started thrusting in and out of me, shoving fingers into my mouth, pinching my nipple, just using my body. He started fucking me faster and harder, and his hand slid back down around my throat. He started squeezing gently, at first, and with each thrust tightened his grip. I struggled again, making him all the more excited, and he pushed harder, and deeper into me, while closing his hand completely around my throat. I could feel my lungs burning, my throat working for air, my heart pounding harder and harder, every last inch of me clinging to my life. The last thing I felt before the darkness was him shooting off inside of me…
The Drowning
“I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. He’s going to kill me”, were the terrifying thoughts I repeated over and over again in my head. I had burnt dinner again. And my man would be home in a few minutes. I’ve begged for him to talk to our landlord about that stupid stove, it hasn’t worked right for weeks now. And if I talk to the landlord that’s another reason for him to beat my ass. I hear his keys unlocking the three bolt locks he keeps on the door to keep me a prisoner in my own home. I cower in the corner because I know I’m in trouble. You can smell the burnt meal and the house is filled with smoke. The door opens…
“Bitch, you burnt my meal again!”, he yells walking towards me.
He grabs me by my hair, dragging me toward the bathroom. He makes me sit next to the tub as he fills it with water. I’m so scared, I want to run but I can’t move. He’s not saying anything and it’s terrifying. He’s sitting on the toilet calmly smoking a cigarette not saying anything but his eyes are filled with hate and disgust. He flicks the cigarette into the toilet, turns the water off. Then he attacks..gripping my hair he dunks my head into the water. He holds me under and it feels like forever. I try to fight back but he’s so strong. I fight to lift my head up but he holds me under. Right when I feel like I’m going to die he lifts my head out of the water, I gasp for oxygen and my lungs are burning painfully. I don’t get much air before he dunks my head back under. He repeats this horrific torture over and over again. And he doesn’t say a word the entire time. During the brief moments he allows me to have air I’m so busy gasping for it, I can’t even beg him to stop before he dunks my head back under. He doesn’t stop until he’s tired of this dangerous game. If I don’t leave soon he’s going to kill me.
Stop, I Can’t Breathe!
I walked up and down the boulevard trying to entice men to pull over and pay me for a good time. I was so scared walking home with no money. My man ain’t gonna be happy. He counts on me to feed his drug addiction. I walk through the door and he asked for the money. I told him I didn’t make any and he slapped my face hard. When I saw him going for his belt I ran upstairs to hide. From my hiding place in the closet I could hear him going room to room looking for me.
“Layla, bitch where are you? I just what to talk to you.”, he lied.
I didn’t say a word and I prayed to God in my head that he would be too drunk to find me. But I heard him entering the room and his footsteps got closer and closer…
“Bitch, get the fuck out of this closet right fucking NOW!”, he yelled as he swung the closet door open.
He pulled me by my hair from the closet. Then he fastened the belt around my neck and pulled it tightly. I tried loosening the belt with my fingers, but he pulled it tighter. Tears fell from my eyes because I thought this is it he’s going to kill me this time. He pulled the belt tighter and tighter with all of his strength. I don’t remember blacking out, but I woke up in bed with his face between my thighs. He was eating my pussy and it felt good. He lapped his tongue across my pussy and I grinded myself against his face until I came hard. This is why I can’t leave him, he’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Filling my Fuck Hole with His Cum
Last night, he came through my window again. I was expecting him, of course, and my pussy was already wet with anticipation. As the bed sagged beneath his weight, he ripped off my panties and stuffed them in my mouth. He grabbed my wrist and flipped me over, pinning my hands above my head. Then his monstrous cock slid into my dripping cunt. His other hand pulled back as he slapped me in the face, and the pain made my pussy tingle. He must have felt how wet I was getting on his bare cock, because he wrapped his hand around my throat and began to choke me. I wanted to let him know how good he felt inside my tight hole, but between being gagged and choked, all I could do was make muffled moans. I passed out from lack of air, and when he slapped me awake I had the most earth shattering orgasm I had ever felt. I was shaking and convulsing! Afterwards, he threw me to the ground, holding my hands behind my back and shoving my face into the carpet. He slammed his rod right into my tiny pussy, making me squeal through the panties. He started going harder and faster until he blew his huge load deep inside my hole. I’d be happy to be your cum dumpster, so give me a call if you think I deserve to be punished.
Strangulation Phone Sex Fun
Strangulation phone sex? I know, you wonder how that works. A couple ways actually. I love to choke myself. I practice erotic autoerotic asphyxiation. I have an array of scarves I can use around my neck, even a few belts. I know how to choke myself. Of course I prefer you to strangle me. I have this guy who enjoys throttling my throat as I give him head. I masturbated with him. Sometimes I cum right before I pass out. I go to clubs where I can practice autoerotic asphyxiation to hone my craft. But I digress. I just wanted you to understand that I take strangle fantasies seriously. The other way this works is with roleplay phone sex. I love fantasy calls that result in my dismemberment even death. Why? Because I am a twisted girl with very dark desires. Strangulation phone calls really get me off because I can practice auto erotic asphyxiation while we fantasize about your hands around my neck. I can be your cheating whore woman. I can be the chick that dissed you. I can be the submissive whore that I am. The girls on this site are here for your taboo phone needs. Nothing too extreme or taboo for me; but if you call me for a strangle fantasy, know that I will be wrapping a pretty silk scarf around my neck and rubbing my clit.
Strangulation phone sex fantasies with Ivy
The human neck is really strong. It takes a lot of pressure, strength and anger to look someone in the eye as you choke them. It takes about two minutes using a belt wrapped around someone’s neck. You need enough power and strength to crush and compress arteries, veins. Asphyxia kicks in when you crush the trachea causing a lack of oxygen flow to the brain. I was wondering how long it took to use pantyhose? I picked up mike from tinder with promises of the best night of his life. He showed up ready to play. I tied him up to my bed then started stripping for him. Teasing him to get his cock hard. I wanted to ride his cock as I watched the light dim in his eyes. I took my teal pantyhose off and started stroking his cock with them. He loved feeling my silky teal pantyhose wrapped around his cock so I figured he’d liked it if I wrapped them around his neck. I wrapped it around a few times and pulled it tighter as I slid myself up and down his cock. He started to panic when my teal pantyhose got tighter and tighter around his neck. I started riding his cock even harder. I could feel his cock throbbing as I pulled the teal pantyhose tighter around his neck. The light was dimming and I was riding his cock, when it went out he still blew his load inside of my pussy! It took about 4 minutes to stop all the oxygen to his brain and make him cum. My teal pantyhose were embedded deep into his neck! I can’t remove them. I’ll just burn his body and my super cute pair of teal pantyhose.
Suffocation Phone Sex with Marley
He had me tied with my forearms together behind my back and each leg bound to its thigh. He carried me just like that from his van to the bank of a nice-sized river, then settled me on my knees. It was painful, having to adjust my body around the bonds to settle down how he wanted me to. He had duct tape over my mouth, and when he walked around with a knife, I tried so hard to scream that he backhanded me with his free hand. He pulled my hair back hard and raised that knife to my mouth as tears streamed down my cheeks. The knife slipped across the duct tape, slashing a hole neatly where my mouth was. I started to try to beg for him to let me go, when he pulled his cock out and stuffed it down my throat. With the knife still in his hand, I didn’t dare try anything. Soon enough, he pulled his cock out of his throat and bent me forward so that my face was on the ground, and he shoved his cock into my dry cunt, tearing it a bit. I cried out, which I immediately regretted. He picked me up on his cock, moved us just to the edge of the lake, and settled me back down with my face in the water, his hand pressing me down into it. I struggled to keep the water from getting into my lungs. I held my breath as long as I could. Finally, I started to feel the water enter my lungs, even as his thrusts behind me got harder and faster. He was close to cumming, and my body was close to drowning. I prayed that he would let me get some air soon, but his body started spasming behind me. The last thing I felt was his jizz spurting up into me.