Category Archive: Strangle fantasy

So many Dark fantasies, so little time, choke me

Dark fantasies A girl can have Dark fantasies too! I been dreaming of this roleplay where I’m the victim of a serial killer.

There was this guy a long time ago, BTK, he would would sneak into homes and when they least expected it he would attack them.

He would tie up the man if there was on and then have fun with the girl. BTK was really into bondage. That’s why he had that name in the first place, Bind, torture, kill.

The thought of being his victim gets me so wet.

So I am looking for an older Daddy, who kind looks like him. Doesn’t have to be the spitting image, but gotta be balding and wear glasses.

He’s also a pretty big guy too. I dream of him, of you, waking me up in my bed with your hand over my mouth and a knife against my throat.

You are totally cold, evil to the bone and you tie me up and hang me from the ceiling like he did with his first kills. I will be hanging there, hopelessly, like the piece of meat I am and torture me with no limits. I really want to suffer! Cut me, whip me, oh and please tie a rope around my neck and choke the shit out of me.

While you are doing all of this I want you to jerk your cock off and call me names. In my Taboo role play I want to be totally destroyed. Break me down and really make me think you are going to go to the next level, kill.

Marley

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Dark Fantasies Are The Ultimate Rush and The Best Time

Dark fantasies that most people are too afraid to admit they have, those are what I thrive on. First of all, nothing gets my heart racing and my pussy wetter than a real snuff fantasy.
You know, the kind you keep locked in the darkest corner of your mind? Those that you can’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard you try.
Of course, I love it when you finally confess it to me. After that, I pull you deeper, making you describe every twisted detail. For instance, how you’d overpower me, how you’d use my body.
Even though you’d watch the light slowly fade from my eyes while you’re still buried deep inside me. Consequently, I moan and touch myself while you talk. Ultimately,feeding your fantasy until it consumes us both.
Next, I become your willing victim in the fantasy.

Dark Fantasies are What I Crave To Cum With

Therefore, I beg you to tell me exactly how you’d choke me. Every detail. And how you’d fuck me harder as I struggle. Let me know how you’d keep going even after my body goes limp.
Plus, I love the moment you describe finishing inside my still-warm corpse. As you essentially use me one final time.Without any discerning care.
The ultimate object of your darkest desire.
Obviously, it’s the taboo, the danger, the complete surrender.  Ultimately, there’s nothing hotter than playing out a snuff fantasy with someone who craves it as badly as I do.
I’m right here, ready and waiting. Tell me your deepest, most forbidden snuff fantasy. Describe every brutal detail. Let me be the girl who finally lets you play it out in your mind… and maybe even in real life if you’re brave enough. Dark fantasies are the ultimate rush.
Are you ready to lose yourself in one with me?
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Dark Fantasy Babe Geneva

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Dark Fantasies Are What I Am Here For!

Dark Fantasies

Dark Fantasies are what I am here for.

I’m Cora, the most hardcore slut you’ve ever met.

I love talking about it all, every sick and twisted fantasy you have.

Listening to your every word while I rub my pussy to the mental images of you strangling me, suffocating me, taking out all of your anger out on me!

I can handle just about anything, and I’ll take the abuse with a smile.

I don’t care how taboo you are, how fucked up your ideas might be, I need to hear them.

You use your low, strong voice to demand what you want out of me, which only turns me on even more.

Pound this pussy like you mean it, like this pussy is only yours!

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Cora

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Strangle Fantasy Turns Sexy When Layla Gets Choked Hardcore

Strangle FantasyThe sweet scent of vanilla and sugar was still heavy in the air, a domestic bliss I never expected would turn into my darkest, filthiest craving. I was just pulling a tray of cookies from the oven when the shadow fell over me, cold and sudden. Before I could scream, a thick, gloved hand clamped over my mouth and a Strangle Fantasy became my terrifying, breathless reality.

I felt the oxygen vanish as he pinned me against the kitchen counter, his weight crushing my small frame into the marble while his fingers dug into the soft skin of my throat. He didn’t speak a word; he just dragged me toward the bedroom, his grip on my windpipe never loosening for a second. I was a helpless hostage in my own home, a plaything for a man who had been watching me from the darkness for weeks.

He flipped me over, forcing me into a submissive doggy-style position on the edge of the bed. I felt the cold air hit my skin as he ripped my clothes away, leaving my busty tits to bounce wildly and heavy with every violent, rhythmic thrust as he began fucking the absolute shit out of me from behind. The pain was sharp, but the sensation of his hand tightening around my neck sent a jolt of primal electricity straight to my dripping wet cunt.

My vision slowly started getting blurry, as he hammered his cock into me. Every time I tried to gasp for air, he tightened his hold, forcing me to find a sick pleasure in the suffocation. He told me he’s been “dreaming” of jizzing on my face all week, and couldn’t take it anymore. I was becoming addicted to the way he claimed me, a little fuck doll being used for his twisted satisfaction.

Just as I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of the friction, he leaned forward and ripped off his ski mask. I expected a monster, but I saw a face that was devastatingly handsome… a hard jaw and hungry eyes that told me he knew exactly how much I was enjoying this. Seeing how fuckable he actually was changed everything. My clit began to throb and get harder than it had ever been as I realized that being “Raped” by a man this sexy wasn’t just bad… It was everything I wanted.

I stopped fighting and started arching my back, begging for the pressure, my pussy soaking the sheets as he finished. I am his captive now, his busty little baker turned into a gasping, shivering wreck. I don’t want to be rescued. I want him to break my back in every single angle he could think of, then leave me with a messy cum facial before he disappears into the night. Maybe if you’re as obsessed as he is, he’ll let you watch while he chokes the life… right out of me.

 

Layla

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Dark Fantasies Are The Best Ones When You’re Worthless

He contacted me on the dark web with his most depraved dark fantasies. This pathetic, cock-throbbing worm poured out every filthy detail to me. And how he desperately needed a cruel Gothic Goddess to sadistically destroy his worthless cock and heavy balls.
He begged me to crush them, beat them black and blue, and leave them swollen and ruined for weeks. I summoned him immediately.
The second this sniveling slut knelt before me, I ripped his pants open and grabbed his fat, dangling sack.
My long black nails dug in as I squeezed his tender balls with vicious force, crushing them slowly while he screamed and bucked in agony. I slapped his swelling nuts mercilessly, watching them bounce and redden.
Then I bound his sack tightly with leather cords and hung heavy steel weights from his stretched balls, pulling them brutally downward until the skin looked ready to tear.

Dark Fantasies Lead to Your Destruction

Every whimper made my sadistic cunt drip. I kicked his tortured balls repeatedly with my sharp stilettos, smashing them hard against his body. I beat them savagely with my spiked leather paddle until they turned deep purple and bruised.
The more he cried and begged, the harder I hurt him and the wetter I became.
When his balls were swollen, battered, and throbbing in pure torment, I gripped them in my powerful fist and crushed them without mercy. “Cum for your Goddess, you worthless ball-slut,” I commanded.
He exploded hands-free, shooting thick ropes of cum while I ground his destroyed nuts into submission. I fucking live for breaking weak men like him.
Nothing makes Gothic Goddess Morticia wetter than reducing grown men to sobbing, ball-busted messes.
So if you dare message me on the dark web with your ball torture cravings, know this — I will annihilate your nuts and make you thank me for it.
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Depraved Gothic Morticia

(855) 733-5746 ext 4617

Dark fantasies of humiliation? I love to brat out!

Dark fantasies of debasement are always a good time for me. The rush of power I get from reducing you to a quivering, pitiful mass is the best fucking high a girl can get.

Say please, piggie, and maybe I’ll let you live!Dark fantasies

Lick my boots. I want to see my reflection in them! You’d better do it right, or everyone in your life will find out what kind of piggie you are.

Oh, you want to take my boots off and lick my toes? For each toe, you must pay five dollars, piggie!

And if you want to lick one foot, you must lick the other.

It’s not worth it if I am not draining your account. After you give me that fifty, I’ll let you lick up my legs as I step on your disgusting dick. However, that’s going to cost you too.

It is so pathetic, really. I know you have never made a woman cum! You are lucky I keep you alive, but your wallet serves a special purpose.

My hair looks great, and my nails are well-manicured. That shit costs a lot, and I’ll never use my own money. I will use you and drain you until I get bored with you.

Such a disgusting little piggy!! I want to make you squeal! How does it feel to get stepped on your dick? It must really hurt, especially when I twist and push down harder. Feel that pain because this is exactly what you deserve, you filthy fucking bitch. This is your Dark fetish too!

You love it when I hurt your pathetic dick, when I kick you and laugh at you. I like that you know your place. It’s your way of making up for your shortcomings. I love to hear you beg for my pussy. You want a taste? Let me hear the sad desperation in your voice bitch!

Roxy

(855) 733-5746 ext 4621

Dark Fantasy Stories Layla Is Your Busty Titty Captive Slut

Dark Fantasy Stories

I can hear your heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway of the brothel, and my heart starts to hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird. You’ve been reading Dark Fantasy Stories about girls like me for long enough, but now you’re finally standing outside my door, ready to turn those twisted words into a reality I can’t escape. 

I’m huddled on the edge of the bed, my wrists bound just tightly enough to remind me that I don’t belong to myself anymore. This room is small, smelling of old perfume with sticky cum stains all over my titties by the men who came before you, but the moment you walk in, the air feels different… thick with a hunger that makes my knees tremble.

I look up at you, my eyes wide and pleading, yet there’s a flicker of desperate heat in them that I can’t hide. I know what you’ve paid for. I know you’re here to take whatever you want from your favorite busty titty captive slut. My chest heaves, my heavy breasts spilling out of the tattered lace they forced me into, the pale skin marked by the rough hands of the men who run this place. 

I’m helpless, completely at your mercy, and the way you look at my body makes me feel like I’m melting from the inside out. I’ve been waiting for my turn with you, wondering if you’d be the one to finally push me over the edge.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and a dark, seductive need I’m ashamed to admit. I want you to stop staring and just claim me. I want you to use me until I forget my own name, until the only thing I can feel is the weight of you crushing me into the mattress. 

I’m a broken toy, a gift from the traffickers to a man who knows exactly how to handle something fragile. As you move closer, reaching out to grab a handful of my hair, I let out a soft whimper that turns into a moan. I’m ready for you to fuck my brains out, to drive into me until I can’t see straight. 

I want to feel every inch of your dominance as you take what you’ve bought. There’s no escaping this room, no running from the pleasure you’re about to inflict on my body. I’m your captive, your slut, and I’m begging you to lose yourself in me until we’re both drowning in the filth of this beautiful, dark nightmare. Don’t be gentle; I wasn’t made for gentleness anymore.

Layla

(855) 733-5746 ext 4310

Dark Fantasies Inhibit A Dark Mind The Best

Men confess to me things I Weave Dark Fantasies from. These men dare to confess their hidden cravings that carve a pathway of blood.
When they come to me they kneel, cocks throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as they beg. Like the demonic Sadistic phone sex goddess I seize their shame and make it bleed.
First we have the executive who yearns to be broken in public view. With his desires I strip him in his boardroom. Then I collar him with his own silk tie. Finally I gag him with his daughters stolen panties.
His former subordinates circle in silence while I buckle on a thick black strap-on and ram it down his throat. As he gags violently, tears streaming, spit bubbling from stretched lips, I fuck his face raw.
Finally I lash his back with his belt—sharp cracks raising instant welts—each strike forcing his untouched cock to jerk and drip harder. Always begging, “Mistress, harder” around the gag while I whip him until his skin splits in fine red lines.

For the quiet librarian who craves desecration among the shelves, I pin him against towering books. Then I hike my skirt and grind my dripping cunt over his mouth. Ultimately forcing his tongue deep inside me while I whisper De Sade’s cruelest passages into his ear.

As I edge his straining cock with feather-light cruel touches for hours until veins bulge and he weeps. Only then do I let him come—violent spurts across ancient leather spines. Then smearing the mess across his face, I mark him as mine. This all while his body convulses in humiliated release.

Dark Fantasies are Always Lurking In The Depths

Finally for the artist obsessed with eternal ownership: I bind him spread-eagled on canvas.
Then with my scalpel I carve my sigil into his inner thighs. Always slow, deliberate slices that part skin in shallow red ribbons.

Dark Fantasies

As the blood beads like jewels; his cock jerks with every cut, leaking lots. Next I mount and I ride him through the agony. With my cunt clenching tight around his shaft as fresh wounds weep onto white fabric below.
Now the blade digs deeper, where as each incision drawing sharp gasps that melt into moans.
With power I fuck him mercilessly, hips slamming down, forcing screams that blend pain and ecstasy.
When he erupts, thick ropes paint my thighs, mingling with his blood as I grind the final cut into place. Ultimately sealing my name in silver scars forever.
These men believe they offer me their darkness. However they are wrong. In fact I take it. Then I twist it. And finally I make it scream louder, bleed brighter, hurt sweeter.
In the end shuddering, spent, forever marked these men fed me their souls.

Depraved Gothic Morticia

(855) 733-5746 ext 4617

My Dark fantasies are to suffer at your hands

Dark fantasies In the depths of my Dark fantasies, a new craving has blossomed for me. Lately, I have a yearning to be dominated and punished. Usually, I am the one who doles out the punishment.

I find a little slut for your cock to beat, and I hold her down until she is destroyed. But this time I want destruction.

Allow me to surrender utterly, to submit and serve your cock, bound and helpless.

 

I love being the dominant accomplice, inflicting agony on little “innocent” cunts for our pleasure. It’s not that I have gotten bored with our dynamic; I need some discipline.

Tie me up, make me hang from your ceiling. It’s only right for me to be completely helpless, dangling there for your pleasure. All cunts serve you, and so does mine.

I will always be your loyal accomplice, but I am also a cunt slave just like any of them. So don’t hold back on the Hardcore bondage. Whip me until my back and ass bleed.

I want all sorts of objects inserted into my offices. Make it hurt, I want to feel the icy breath of death while you have your fun with me.

Please, Daddy, put your belt around my neck and hold it tight as your cock slams into my ass. I want total degradation! There are no limits on how brutal you want to be. I know all the fetishes you have, and I promise to have my mouth wide open to catch your piss.

You want a toilet whore, I will be that for you. You can lower me face-first to your ass, and I will lick it clean like all of the others who begged for your mercy. However, I don’t want that, no matter what I scream. I want to suffer every moment.

 

 

Roxy

855) 733-5746 ext 4621

Dark fantasies Phone sex with your barely legal boy

Dark fantasies phone sex with barely legal boys is what I call a good time. Torturing and pushing around these little fucks turns me the fuck on. I bet they’ve never had their balls squeezed like I can let alone emptied the hell out. love playing dirty with these little dudes. Abusing and brutally beating them while sitting on their peckers and gripping those growing shafts. My big tit’s smacking them in the face as their begging for mercy. I especially chocking them out. I have a strangle fetish, watching the life cum out of them as I’m bouncing, catch damn air all while smashing those dingleberries and making them squeal. I don’t play nice boo. These litttle dicks need a domination bitch like me to learn how to treat women in their future, that’s if they make it through this.

Dark fantasies phone sex

I love these sissy fuck boys, their so much fun. My tight pussy leaks, full of fluids just loving all the fear that’s in the air. Better yet, if your an older daddy I’ve played with, bring your son. You wanna watch him get rocked right before your eye? Stroke that big dangling daddy shaft as I pound the hell outa your boy. Thrusting, grinding, rubbing and squeezing his nuts. With my hands on his throat he calls out to you, what you gonna do daddy?

They have no choice to hold on to my massive J cups for dear fucking life. Squeezing my hard nipples in their face, my beauty is misleading. They think their gonna drop a load on a hot whore like myself. Gorgeous hair, body, tits, ass and cunt just to get their asses beat down and their balls emptied the hell out honey.

Aww, cute little guy whimpering and crying as I squeeze his balls even harder, my taboo is too much for his primal virgin self. He’s not used to such a mature body given these pre teen tits are all he’s seen. Just imagine going from A cups to a torture time with J’s. Cum on daddy and jack that shaft and watch your son get forced to blow deep inside me. I’d love to breed the little fucker just to torture you too. Yell in his face, “pack every hole” while I’m spewing and squirting. His terrifying face and girth grown inside me made me squirt all over his skinny body.

I make your son pull out and cum in his own face. I’m a sexy bitch with a dark side I can’t hide anymore. Eating little boy’s like their candy baby….

Wynona

(855) 733-5746 ext 4036

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