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Violent Phone Sex Fantasies

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies can be explored anywhere, even in the club. Last, weekend, I went out with my friends. I put on a slutty number to meet my girls. The club was packed. I had not seen it that packed in over a year. We were having fun, drinking fruity drinks, and dirty dancing. We got drunk too fast. Like someone spiked our Sex on the Beaches too fast. Last thing I remembered was dancing with my trainer. He was in the club too. The next thing I remembered was waking up naked with my girlfriends and my trainer on some concrete floor. I think we were in the basement of a church because there was an alter and stained-glass windows. The alter was covered with candles and a creepy skull that looked human. Next to the skull were candles, dildos, and torture devices. We saw a guy in a hooded executioner’s outfit. He told us all we were going to be gangbang rape porn stars. Our heads were pounding. My trainer, tried to fight him, but his skull got hit with a baseball bat. He must have been collateral damage because he was with us in the club and sharing my fruity spiked drink. Our captor brought in a bunch of men who were cloaked in similar fashion. We all got ass fucked. And not with cocks. We got anally fucked with fists, a fire poker, a cattle prod, baseball bats and a blow torch. My ass was so damaged it prolapsed. All our assholes looked like deformed, bloody roses. He made us suck on her each other’s prolapsed anuses too. It made me sick to violate my friends like that. We had burns too from the blow torch. They would not turn it on when they anally fucked us with it, but they would make sure it was hot enough to scald our assholes. For hours, we were violated worse than an ass rape porn star. Eventually, we got out, but barely. Now we have disfigured assholes and may never shit right again.

The Electric Knife

accomplice phone sexFor Thanksgiving he had me. He had cooked a quaint intimate dinner for just the two of us. Lights low, soft music playing and candles lit. I walked into a bouquet of flowers and dinner already prepared. He took my hand and pulled out my chair for me to sit, kissing my hand as he let go. I felt like a princess as I looked at all the preparations, he had made just for me. A turkey, beautifully cooked on a golden platter in front of me. He kissed my cheek and smiled as he walked to get the electric knife.

He stood beside me and turned it on, slowly running it down the turkey. In an erotic way. Firm strokes up and down as he continued to cut the meat. He told me I looked beautiful and reached down to kiss me. Taking my hand and pulling me up to him. A deep passionate kiss. My pussy becoming wet and my heart beating so fast. Then I heard the electric knife turn on. He continued kissing me as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. He had rammed the knife inside of me. I was bleeding profusely, begging for him to stop.

He ignored my pleading and gently and carefully laid me on the floor and kissed me again. He pulled up my dress and pushed the electric knife deep inside of me. Slicing and cutting and butchering my insides. I was still semi-conscious when I felt pressure. He was on top of me, pushing his cock into my torn-up cunt. Fucking me like he had never fucked me before I felt his balls against my body, heard his load moans and felt his thick warm load inside of me as I started to black out.

Roasting My Turkey

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He was whimpering when I ripped him out of his cage. I got me a Tom Turkey, a full five foot five! I’d been keeping him in my basement and fattening him up, but it was the day to roast him! I pulled him out and he followed me, crawling on all fours and I laid him on my examination table. There I slowly cut small slits in his skin, stuffing the holes with little balls of salted herbs. He cried, begged for mercy the entire time, but I wouldn’t be showing him a drop. I greased that little fatty up, my Tom Turkey, and then I bound his arms and legs behind him and secured him tightly to the spit. Yeah, I could have spit him and shoved the whole bar through him, but I love to watch them scream as I roast them alive.

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A sweet snuff slut or a dirty and screaming cunt whore? What would you like baby? Do I need to be prepared to have your slice into my body with every scary-looking toy that you have? Because I would love to feel the heating pain of you slicing into my skin and fucking those dirty and bleeding wounds. I want you to cum into my hot and bleeding, whimpering body and make me scream to your delight. Doesn’t it sound hot and fun? To use me up and drag me around with your life deep inside of me and drain the life out of my bleeding body? I want it and I deserve it for being such a nasty little cum slut!

Blasphemy Sex This Time of Year

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Yesterday at dinner, I got so fucking annoyed at my Bible thumping relatives. They insisted on praying and thanking God for all our blessings, but as they were praying, I was muttering “Hail Satan” under my breath. All I could think of was blasphemy sex and these idiots getting fucked by the devil himself. It would be so satisfying to watch him tie these men and women onto an upside down cross before having his way with them in every single way possible. Of course, it would be fun to watch the women get used and tortured, but I think seeing the men have those things done would excite me the most.

See, old white men always think they are so holy and superior, but they’re really the ones who are the most filthy and vile. I’d love to see Satan stick his cock down their throats and his pitchfork in their assholes at the same time. That’s just the beginning of what I know Lucifer would do to my Christian relatives. Do you wanna know the rest of what I think would happen to them? Each year my twisted fantasies only seem to get darker and darker for Beelzebub himself.

Torture Ignites Me. Literally!

Taboo Phone SexI have always had a hot body! But one form of torture that has yet to be discovered upon my body is the heat that comes from fire, wax, lighters, and all. So why don’t you listen to that sexy girlfriend of yours and place the lit lighter against my skin? You can drip the hot wax straight from your burning candle so fucking close to my skin that it leaves bleeding welts of it! Torture me with a flame and maybe even some gasoline just to add fuel to the fire! Don’t you want to see me burn? And then fuck me right after!? Fuck my chizzled body spit on me after you burned me into nothing but black! Fuck this burnt cunt!

It is the Time for Cannibalism Phone Sex

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is popular this time of year. Many men want a special meal for the day. When he picked me up hitchhiking, he told me I looked good enough to eat. I thought it was a joke. You know just a silly saying. But he meant it. He planned on eating me. I was clueless about his plan until we were back at his farmhouse. He made an excuse about needing gas, and I was naïve enough to believe him. I came inside and got a creepy feeling. The farm smelled like death. There were pots on the stove brewing something sinister. I tried to flee, but he blocked me. He choked me until I passed out. I woke up bound and gagged. I had been stripped of all my clothes. My hair was covered in goop, which turned out to be something to strip my hair of dyes. My tongue and belly button rings were removed. He had cut out my saline bags too. I was in pain and scared for my life. What was happening to me? I asked him what his plan for me was, and he said I was going to be dinner for him and his family. He added that a bimbo like me was more useful in death than in life. I almost pissed myself. He started rubbing olive oil all over my body. He told me the key to a perfect meal was all in the seasoning. This guy was going to cook me alive and eat me. I saw the huge fire pit outside the door. He planned on roasting me over an open flame like I was a pig at a luau. I was bound tight. No way I was I was escaping until he shit me out the next day. Do you have taboo phone sex fantasies about eating human flesh? Now is the time to explore.

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I’ve had my fair share of snuff fun. I’m perfect for those snuff phone sex fantasies roaming in your mind.

I’m super into making other hoes get fucked and used. You can make me your pain slut, and I will bring over the cutest girl for you to ruin.

Both of us are at your mercy, letting you slice our bodies and watch as the blood runs out of us.

Your cock is magic. It makes me lose my sense of reality. In seconds I am in a trance where you are the god, and I am the cult follower.

There’s nothing you can say to me that will stop me from doing what you want. I’m ready to dive into anything you want. No questions asked; I will say yes to the most gruesome and painful scenarios as long as I have you as my leader.

I will fuck up girls for you and kill for you. I will die for you, master.

He Said I Looked Like a Snuff Sex Doll

snuff sexHe said I had a body for snuff sex. I thought he was joking. He was not my master. He was not some guy I met in a BDSM club either. He was the janitor at my gym. I told him he was out of his league with me. I am a blonde goddess. I do not fuck the help. Now, I did not say that too him, but I thought it. I did tell him he was out of his league though. I guess he let the comment ruminate for a few days, because the next time I was at the gym, he was waiting for me in the locker room. It was close to closing time, so there were no other women in the club. I like to go late at night because it is mostly men, and I can work out and pick up a guy. The lowly janitor cornered me in the shower. I had already dressed in my club dress because I was going out afterwards. He had other plans for me. He cornered me against the shower wall and started hitting me with his mop stick. It was like a blue-collar caning. I was not letting a janitor explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me. He did not care what I wanted. I fought, but he was stronger. He rammed that mop handle up my ass and dumped the dirty water on my head. He laughed as I bled and grimaced at the dirty water. He told me I was not so high brow now. I slipped on the water, landing on the shower floor. He pulled the stick out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. I wanted to die. The help was fucking my ass. He was slamming my face down on the floor that was mixed with my blood and the dirty mop water. I felt so violated. He just laughed telling me I was as dirty as him now.

Knife Play Phone Sex Kitten

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You probably already know that I love knife play phone sex sessions if you’ve talked to me, but you might not realize how much I really do enjoy it. I often find myself watching true crime show and I always get really excited and start masturbating when there’s a stabbing or even just the mention of a knife. I start thinking about that cold steel against my perfect body and it just sends me into waves of orgasms every single time. It’s hard sometimes to find a man in real life to do knife play with me, but not too long ago, I succeeded.

We went on a date and there was just something about him. I knew pretty instantly that if I brought up the fact that I wanted him to do some knife play while fucking me, he would say yes. After dinner, we ended up back and my place and I asked him if he wanted to tie me up. He said yes, and once I was bound, I told him to look in the drawer and get out the knife that was in there. He already knew what to do, so it absolutely wasn’t his first time. It sends shivers all through my body the moment I feel that cold steel up against my flesh.