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Torture Phone Sex Will Fuck You Up

Torture phone sex

As I lay on the metal table, strapped down spread eagle with leather straps, I can hear him in the next room. This time he’s rattling something metal around. It sounds like medical instruments. I’ve been here so long that the duct tape holding the lasts girls’ panties in my mouth is starting to tear my skin. The leather straps are digging in too, and I can feel the infection starting to spread throughout my body, everywhere he has hurt me. My head aches. My cunt is almost numb. My body is weak and failing me. He enters the room wearing thick black gloves and carrying a tool box. He sets it down and takes out a Lead Sprinkler. He’s filled it with Sulfuric Acid and starts shaking it over my body. I try to scream out, but am gagged. While my flesh is burning, he takes a small vice and twists it on to my clit. The pain is nearly intolerable. My screams have become silent now and I have no more tears.  He takes out his razor knife and methodically cuts my nipples off. As he finishes his cigarette, he pulls on the clit vice and grounds the hot butt into my clithood. I try to cry out, but my voice has long since left my body. He rips the vice from me, taking half of my clit with it and climbs on top of me. The blood that’s pouring from my wound is acting as a perfect lubricant. He rapes me again, fucking me hard and fast and deep. As he gets ready to blow his load into my tortured pussy, he bites my breast and takes a big chunk out. When he explodes, he punches me so hard in the face, I feel my teeth loosen. I can feel myself falling back into unconsciousness. I don’t know if he’ll let me wake up next time.


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