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Murder phone sex Fantasies, fuck me with a knife

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Master has me in his playroom. He straps me down to the metal table naked. Him and one of his friend’s start rubbing on me. They work their way down to my already wet cunt hole. They begin to finger me. Once my tight pussy is soaking wet they begin their fun.

They start by fucking me with a broom stick. It hurts. They ram it deep into my cunt. I scream out in pain. They take away the broom stick to replace it with the handle of a thick brush. They shove that in and out of my tight wet hole as well.

Master starts to fist fuck me now. He shoves his whole fist deep inside of my stretching bald cunt. I begin to cry. He punches his fist inside me over and over.

I think he is done when he takes his fist out. I am wrong. His friend takes a knife. I think he is going to fuck me with the handle. Wrong again. He stabs my soaking wet cunt hole. Over and over he slices my tight pussy. I beg him to stop.

Everything goes dark. My pussy is gushing out blood as he fucks me harder with the blade. I feel myself grow cold as my bloody pussy betrays me as I squirt out my juices onto his knife.

Torture sex

torture sex

I was at the club in a public bathroom by myself. I was obviously very drunk and fucked up. I guess I should not have made myself oh so vulnerable. I was washing my hands and the next thing I see is my face pushed up against the stained walls. A mans hand was squeezing my hair around his knuckles and he was biting my neck.

I tried to squirm away from his grip but he just pressed into me harder. My dress lifted above my ass and I felt him rip my panties off. His cock penetrated my ass hole, ripping the tight muscles apart. He was fucking the front of me up the wall, with each huge hard thrust into me. He stripped my dress off of me more.

He pinched my nipples so hard that I am pretty sure they came off. He turned my body around, so that I was facing him and he put a knife right against my pussy mound. He stabbed it right into my pussy, making blood gush down my thighs. Even my screams cant be heard because of the loud house music playing outside.

He uses my blood for lube and forces his cock harder in and out of my cunt. I know he is going to  kill me.

Bondage Phone Sex is Not Always Tame

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead.  In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit.  I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation.  This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.

snuff pornWhen I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms.  Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the  knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…

Mutilation phone sex, becoming just a toy

I was taken to a dark room, so dark and quiet and cold. I was trying to see anything at all and it was just dark. I heard soft footsteps on carpet coming toward me. Then all I could hear was breathing, then a needle poke. It stung badly, but suddenly I could not move my limbs. I could not move my arms or legs or even wiggle my toes! I started to panic and whimper and the captor smacked something across my thighs. I stopped whimpering immediately, but tears streamed down my face. A voice said “You are going to be my sex slave forever; you won’t be able to escape after what I am going to do to you.” The voice was raspy like a smoker and smelled like whiskey. I couldn’t move but I could feel everything he was doing. He put tight rubber type things around my upper legs and arms. It seemed like forever until I felt him touching me again. My arms and legs were hurting where the bands were. The voice again said “When you wake up whore, you will be a whole new fuck toy.”

Mutilation phone sex
Groggy and feeling sick, I kept my eyes closed. I could feel a little pain but I am not sure why. I go in and out for quite a while. I think it was a few days later when I woke up and started screaming. I was able to move my head and neck but there was nothing when I tried to move my arms and legs. I looked down and they were gone, nothing but stumps covered with bandages and seeping blood!! I screamed as loud as I possibly could.
You come into the dark room, and I am still screaming and crying. “How will you ever get away?” He laughs, putting a hand on my cheek and moving it down my body.
To be continued…..

Gather round freaks, I’ve got a story for you

torture sexI got a good story to tell you today, all about 3 sluts and 1 man whore. I have a true hate for sluts and fuckboys. I hate that shit, so I decided to give them all a little taste of gore before their brutal deaths. They all stay fucked up, they’re drug addicts and alcoholics and anything to keep them numb keeps them happy so it was easy for me to lure them to my house. Emily, Carmen, and Ashley were too busy getting high to notice I had their little boyfriend by the throat. Tying him up tight and gagging him so he could watch me destroy all three of his personal little whores. Since he likes being choked so much I took it up a notch and started breaking shit. He was starting to get scared like a little bitch and that’s when my whores noticed. I took it upon myself to play a little game, they all had to choose what would happen to each other. Body parts being cut off and used to fuck them with, blood and more blood. Shit and piss and puke. The tears of course from all four of them. They all begged me if they could talk, for mercy. They deserved none however, I though deserved to cum from my twisted games.

My Man’s Debt

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My man owed his drug dealer a lot of money, so he gave me to him instead. This isn’t the first time he’s used me like currency. When he gives me away I know I have to be a good girl and obey. His dealer likes to be cruel. He makes me wear a leash and beats me for the tiniest mistakes. He has a girlfriend and she’s just as cruel; she’ll make me lick the soles of her feet and eat her pussy for hours. They think it’s funny to fuck me with odd objects like bottles and cucumbers. When I’m hungry they make me eat my meals off of the floor. And I better address them as Master and Mistress or that’s just another reason to beat me. I love my man, and I don’t see any way out of these horrible situations. I pray everyday for the strength to leave.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fun

strangulation phone sexStrangulation 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.

Snuff sex, the kidnapping and toture

First I was hooded and then stuffed into a trunk. The ride was bumpy and the car I was in was loud and smelled bad. I could feel the trunk being carried and dropped. I felt like I was going to pass out. The hood and the closed trunk, there was very little oxygen. As I was beginning to feel like there was no more air, the trunk lid opened and I was yanked out. Standing, my clothes were cut off and the hood was removed, and a gag was put across my mouth. He sat me down on a chair and my arms were tied behind me and my legs chained to the floor. There was no escaping and I didn’t know what was going to happen.

Snuff sex
I waited a long time for the torturer to return. He walked in the room with a tray that had several different tools on it including the one he used first. It looked like a heavy duty pliers. He clamped it on my clit and I screamed with agony. It felt like he was trying to cut my clit off. He started whipping my legs and stomach harder and harder until I had bloody welts all over. He continued his torture with a by putting two vise grips on my nipples and almost totally closed them. My nipples were flat and bleeding then he smacked my tits with the cane he was whipping me with and I cried from the pain. He laughed with each sob. Just wait until later, snuff bitch whore, you will die.

Torture Fun In The Kitchen

Torture sex MaceyI was naked in my kitchen washing the dishes and my Master decided that he wanted to have some kinky torture sex play! He brought out his camera and snapped photos of me while bending over and spreading my cheeks wide for him, showing him my delicious, tight little cunt and sexy asshole! Master took a handful of kitchen utensils from the drawer including a couple pairs of tongs, a spatula, a wooden spoon and a metal whisk. He clamped the tongs onto my nipples super fucking hard, they started to turn blue from losing circulation from the clamping! He shoved the remaining three utensils up my asshole, ripping me the fuck open! I was getting fucked so hard, it hurt so bad! The more I yelped in pain and agony, the harder and faster he would shove them deep inside of me! He pulled them out and yanked my head back by my hair, telling me to open wide and he shoved them all down my throat! I was gagging and vomited and Master had me drink it all back down! He thrusted them into my pussy while they were covered in vomit, ripping my clit open stirring all the blood that was oozing out into my pussy hole! I passed out from the pain and Master left me in a pool of blood and vomit on the kitchen floor, such a sick fuck!

Torture phone sex

torture phone sex

I was lying in bed one night when I felt something prick me and then suddenly falling into the best sleep of my life. When I awakened I began to freak out since my surrounding was completely different, by that I mean I wasn’t in my room or my bed or my house. I sat there panicking wondering where the hell I was and how I got here.

I kept telling my self that I was just dreaming and that I would wake up at any moment. I tried to move but then I noticed the chain that was attached to me and the wall. I tried to scream but my mouth had something soft and squishy  inside of it. A shadowy figure came out of the darkness and began to sing to me while taking out medical supplies from a leather bag.

I began to scream but it was muffled since I could see a saw and some scalps.  The stranger grabbed a hold of my feet and began to y examine my nice painted toes that were red in color. He rubbed his white surgical gloves across the top of my foot examining how moisturized and pretty my feet are. He pulled out his cock and began rubbing it all over my feet fucking I between my toes and the sole of my feet.

He was so turned on that he just kept Cumming all over my feet and toes making them shiny and sticky. I watched in horror as he continued to rub his cock all over me. The shadow man wanted more of a reaction out of me and decided to unchain me from the wall. Once free from being restrained I  began running to the nearest door to try my escape.

I grabbed the door knob and it was locked, I knew now that he was just playing with me. I pulled the object out of my mouth so I could talk and then I realized that I had a persons eye inside my mouth. I began to cry begging him to spare my life. He smiled and assured me that he wouldn’t kill me. He forced me to strip completely naked and began fucking me filling me up with his cum.

I laid there crying watching him fuck my holes open, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside of me. I begged him to just get it over with quick so I could leave. His response was a laugh while he continued to enjoy my naked sexy body. He licked up my tits and filled me up with his cum and beat me until I could no longer bitch about him hurting me.

All I could do was just watch as he fucked and filled my holes using me like a sex toy to get his cock off. Once I thought it couldn’t get any worse it did. I felt a needle slide into my back causing my waist down to go numb and eventually paralyzed. The guy pulled out his saw and began cutting off my feet sawing them both at the ankle joint.

I screamed as I quickly learned that my body would never be the same and the more then likely I would never be able to walk again. I was left in a parking lot shortly after bleeding out when an ambulance came for me. I guess I got lucky since it could of been my life but still I wonder what he did with my feet.