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Gangbang Rape Porn Stars Find Trouble Anywhere

gangbang rape pornSometimes, I do not mind being a gangbang rape porn star. I’m a kinky slut and a submissive whore. So, I never mind more than one cock in a hole at a time or serving as a gangbang whore. However, last night, I did not enjoy it. Perhaps because my ass and pussy still hurt from my son ‘s recent visit. Or maybe these animals just went too rough on me. Likely a mixture of both.

I did not go out to score drugs or get into any trouble. But trouble always finds me. I went to this dive bar to meet a friend of mine, but she stood me up. She texted me an apology, and that she contracted the flu. So, I sat at the bar drinking boxed wine when a few men approached me to play pool. I’m a pool shark. Most men never guess that I’m good at the game. But I’m quite a pool player. And I thought for once I could just hang out with men instead of being their ass rape porn doll. Foolish of me.

However, they did not like being shown up by a girl. I took all their money and apparently their dignity too when I beat them all. They saw me as a mark, I guess. Figured I would suck at the game, and they could feel like big men taking all my money.

Trouble Follows This Red-Headed MILF Where Ever I Go

I got a little too cocky and one of them slapped me hard. That’s when I knew trouble would ensue. I just never know when to shut my fucking mouth. But they shut it for me. One guy grabbed a pool ball and tried to shove it in my mouth. And he ended up cracking two of my teeth.

Next thing I knew they bent me over the pool table, ripped my clothes off and savagely started fucking me. This was not for pay. And this was not for cocaine. A bunch of sore loser men couldn’t handle a girl beating them. So, they violated me to put me in my place. They grabbed my hair and choked me. A few of them dick slapped me and spit on me. And they all pissed on me. Plus, they all took turns fucking my ass. They even made fun of my prolapse.

I blame this one on my girlfriend who stood me up. The only reason I went to that bar was to meet her. But like I said, trouble follows me. Men enjoy exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this redheaded MILF. No matter where I go, trouble follows.

Strangulation phone sex makes my whore pussy drip!

strangulation phone sex

I snatched a tiny bitch right out of her front yard this morning. I took her straight to one of my fuck buddies. We’ll just call him “Daddy” for this story. He’s just as fucked up in the head as I am and we share a love for sick and evil shit.

By the time I got to his house, she was all red in the face and worked up from crying. Perfect. He loves the feisty ones that put up a good fight.

We took her to an abandoned trailer at the end of the street and started torturing her.

I burned her with cigarettes, broke her fingers and ripped as much of her hair out as I could. Anything to make the little bitch scream and cry.

Daddy watched me torture her and jerked his cock. He barked out orders from time to time and I followed them. Every snapping bone or whimper from that little bitch made his dick throb.

He watched me beat the shit out of her until I was exhausted and she could barely move.

Bloody, weak and defenseless is just how he likes them.

He forced her little legs apart and shoved his dick in all at once, making her scream in pain. Blood ran down his cock and dripped from his balls. I lapped at them with my tongue while she continued to scream.

She begged him to stop but that just made him fuck her harder. Knowing that we had to shut her up, I put my hands around her throat.

 The little girl’s eyes grew wide with terror as I closed my hands tighter and tighter around her neck. She was already suffering. Might as well put her out of her misery before Daddy rips her all the way apart.

Daddy kept drilling his dick deep into her ripped open cunt long after I had snuffed her out. That little pussy was just too good to stop fucking, even after she was gone.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexI do not feel like it’s a secret that I love knife play phone sex. Guns are for losers. When people kill with their bare hands or a knife that seems like a bigger challenge and more satisfying. A gun takes luck, but a knife takes skill.

My love for knives goes back to my schoolgirl days. My grandfather, who served as my mentor, owned over 1000 knives. Perhaps you could call him a collector. He liked all sorts of macabre shit. I inherited all his medieval torture devices, as well as his knife collection and some death row chairs that I repurposed into castration chairs.

My grandpa gave me my first knife. He thought I might need it for protection. But I used it impulsively against this bully bitch who harassed me on my way home from school one day. And I guess I hit just the right place for her to bleed out almost instantly. Now I know where the arteries are located. I know how to prolong death. Knives give you a sort of control that a gun doesn’t. I can cut all over a body, avoiding all the major arteries. And when I get bored, I slice an artery and they die.

Each of My Knives Tells Me a Story and Reminds Me of My Kills

My grandpa covered up my first kill. And then he taught me how to become a great killer phone sex bitch. Essentially, he taught me how to get away with murder and when he died, I inherited over 1000 knives from him. But I already amassed quite the collection of my own. And every knife I own tells a story. Sometimes I go down into my dungeon, and I masturbate with one of the knives.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I’m not shoving that knife anywhere. I’m simply holding it and licking it so I can remember the kills associated with that knife. A lot of serial killers take trophies. However, my knives serve as my trophies. Once my tongue goes across that steel blade, I remember vividly each kill I committed with that knife. I relive it and it gives me sexual pleasure. What can I say? I’m a sick bitch.

But I love my knives. They serve as my souvenirs. All I need to do is hold a knife and the memories of all the kills tied to that knife come flooding back. Thanks to my grandpa. I’m a knife, yielding, sadistic phone sex bitch. And I can either use one of my knives on you to create another hot memory or I can let you use my knife on an unsuspecting young girl that we killing mutilate together. Your choice.

Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on!

Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on.

I can hear the change in your voice once you start saying all the naughty shit you’ve bottled inside.

All the evil shit you would do to my body, I can hear the smile on your face. 

You’d love to treat me like a proper whore, treat me like shit.

Do all the stuff you could never do to your real girlfriend, do it to me.

I can be the nasty, like a hole you fuck and take all your aggressions out on.

I’ll be a good little slut and just take it.

I’ll take all the punishments and degradations, take it like a good girl.

I’m a pathetic little whore who deserves this, I’m only good to be fucked anyway.

So, treat me like the piece of shit I am!  

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Gangbang rape porn sluts need to be lured into it

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn girls are so easy to get. I’m the devil on your shoulder, guiding you to the most depraved adventures.

I have an expertise that lies in seducing the most desperate, slutty bitches. Even the younger ones.

The younger the better!

I can entice them into a world of unrelenting torture and degradation. How do I do it? Well, I have access to places where there is an abundance of bald cunts desperate for a cock pounding!

I have a sixth sense for sniffing out these easy whores. Their faces have the desperate cries for attention like moths to a flame. So I lure them in and make them feel special.

By the time they feel comfortable, your cock will be fucking their throat. They are totally worthless. No one cares about them, so in this world, you can do whatever you please. This is all about your Snuff fantasies. Does that mean you will destroy that pussy totally or keep her as a breeding pig?

I have a barn to keep her in. She’ll enjoy her stall and be very happy anytime you come around. See, she will be trained to be addicted to your cock and worship it just like how I taught her.

Being My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star is Dangerous Work

ass rape pornAnytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.

I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.

While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.

He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.

And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.

He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.

In Exchange for Being My Son’s Punching Bag I Get Pink Cocaine

My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.

So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.

He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.

For My Son and His Audience, I am a 4-Hole Whore

As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.

A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.

Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.

Castration Phone Sex Teaches Women to Exact Revenge on Their Predators

castration phone sexWith castration phone sex, I sometimes don’t know where to begin. So many men do not deserve their dicks. But I’m just one woman. So, I had an idea. A rather brilliant idea. If there could be underground academies teaching men how to force fuck women, why can’t there be an underground academy teaching girls how to castrate predators?

Last month, that’s what I did. I started an online group on the Dark Web for victims of sexual predators. However, my group seems less focused on healing from their trauma and more focused on getting revenge. And I believe the punishment should fit the crime. When that crime involves exploring rape phone sex fantasies, I believe the fitting punishment is castration. If you can’t use it properly, you lose your privileges to use it at all.

My little underground therapy group took off instantly. And last night I met a girl for some practical experience. She lives 200 miles away, but that’s an easy drive for me. So, with my knife collection, I visited Teresa and we designed a plan to get back at her predatory uncle.

Fuck law enforcement. They almost never believe the woman, and it becomes a he said she said thing that can’t be proven. Why should girls put themselves through that. They don’t need to put themselves through all the questions and judgments. Not when women can take back what men stole from them.

If Men Can Have Online Academies Teaching Them How to Assault Women, I Can Have an Academy Teaching Women How to Exact Revenge

So, I helped Teresa castrate her uncle who violated her repeatedly for over a decade. Until one day, she just aged out for him. And I needed to seize the moment because Teresa seemed ready for revenge. She lured her uncle to us, and I strapped him down into a chair. Stripped him naked first. What a cocky son of a bitch. He should feel lucky I didn’t kill him. He started talking smack about both of us. And he even said women just need a good dick and someone to remove the sticks up their asses.

Even when my knife pressed against his balls, he didn’t believe two women could mutilate his junk. So, he got a rude wake up call. I wanted to take his nuts too. But in that situation, I served as the teacher. Teresa deserved to remove his balls. She remained calm and collected while telling him about his crimes against her. And when she took his balls, he bled so much. No way he’s getting his blood out of that carpet. Oops, I did it again.

I could see the look in Teresa’s eyes when she sliced his ball sack off. She felt good again. Happy. Removing his balls felt cathartic to her. Now, maybe she can move on from her trauma and really start to heal.

Sure, I know I’m breaking the law with my castration academy. But if men would just keep it in their pants or realize no means no, I wouldn’t need to teach girls extreme cock and ball torture sex. But since the law doesn’t seem to want to help these girls, I will. Although I know we can’t castrate all the predators in the world, we can neuter as many as we can.

Teen Rape Porn just for Daddy with my Best Friend!

Teen Rape Porn

Help me film some Teen Rape Porn to post online!

I’ll pick out one of my slutty little friends, and I can help you kidnap and force fuck her.

That little bitch won’t see it coming.

I’ll tell her I planned a fun sleepover at my Daddy’s house, complete with Jello shots and skinny dipping.

After we get drunk and naked, that’s when you can attack, Daddy!

She’ll be so close to passing out that she won’t notice the camera pointed towards the bed.

You can slide your thick cock inside her wet, bald little pussy!

I’ll even hold her lips open for you, Daddy!

I know you’ve been wanting to fuck all my friends for some time now, so I’m glad I could finally help you!

All the guys at school love her tight cunt, so I’m sure you will too, Daddy!

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Girls Can Survive Gangbang Rape Porn with Help From a Veteran

gangbang rape pornI know people who make gangbang rape porn. Some put me in their films once upon a time. But I aged out for most people. But I survived the circuit because I’m scrappy. This world chews up and spits out teenage runaways. Many girls I saw on the circuit, I stopped seeing. Perhaps, I outlived most of them.

But that’s just the kind of world this is. Only the strong survive. Only the ones who can adapt and make themselves useful can flip the script. I went from snuff starlet to accomplice. Now men hire me to find them costars. Since I am a woman, I can usually convince a young girl to come in for an audition without using force. Some put up a fight when they realize they are not auditioning for a horror film, but a snuff porn instead, but I deliver them, nonetheless.

Last week I drove up and down the red-light district. Most cities still have them. Although most escorts and hookers you can find online now you can always find lot lizards, druggie whores, and teen runaways on the streets. And that’s where I hunt for the next snuff stars. And I found a beautiful young blonde girl that my client would enjoy. She reminded me of me at that age.

I almost felt bad for her. She gave me a backstory much like my own. So, I came clean with her. And I taught her everything she needs to know to survive this world. But she can make great money doing underground hardcore films. And if she is smart with her money, she can stay in nicer hotels or even rent a place. Without a drug addiction the money you can make in the snuff world goes further.

Young Girls Need a Mentor Like Me to Survive the Streets

So, during our hour car ride to meet the man who hired me to find him a girl, I tried to explain exactly what to expect. Now this guy legitimately makes underground films. He does makes mostly teen rape porn movies. But he pays his starlets handsomely. I weighed the odds for her. And I told her how I survived this guy 20 years ago.

It takes a special woman to survive this world. But if you can survive it, you can make great money. And she took everything I told her to heart. Because when the camera started rolling, I could see her checkout in her mind and go to some happy place. You need to tune it all out. Focus on the money. And focus on your survival. I did not have a mentor when I ran away from home and ended up on the streets.

She made a great film. The director gave me a handsome finder’s fee and he paid her too. I gave her my share of the money because I liked her. And I want her to survive. After 15 men gang banged her tight teen holes, I took her back to my place. My place seems like paradise compared to a hostel or a shelter.

The became the first young girl I have taken under my wing. I want her to survive in a world where most young teen runaways don’t survive. So, I’m going to help her survive. I’m going to introduce her to the best men in the business and tell her who to avoid like the plague. Perhaps, I will even make some movies with her for live streaming. Make us both some money and keep her all to myself.

Stephanie the snuff phone sex lover

snuff phone sex

Snuff phone sex allows twisted fucks like myself the freedom to disclose our most evil desires. I have to admit that I really do get wet and hot when I’m listening to these men. The details are what make my cunt pulse and drip. Bones snapping, blood spraying and horrified screams are just a few of the things that turn me on. Any pain inflicted on others makes my cunt gush.

I just had a call with a man that I’m sure will end up on the news eventually. He’s a nasty freak with an obsession for little blonde bitches. This man spends every spare second of his time, cruising parks and playgrounds. The second he sees an unattended little one, he makes his move. He already had this one in the car and stripped down to her panties when he called me.

I could hear the muffled screams but I ignored them.

He talked about having her bound and gagged in the backseat underneath him. I rubbed my cunt while he described her tiny body and how he was going to use and abuse her. Every detail turned me on even more.

As he twisted and snapped her fingers I was playing with my horny cunt the whole time. Hearing him hurt the little bitch had me drenched and hotter than I’ve ever been.

He squeezed his hands around her tiny throat as hard as he could. “This makes their cunts grip tighter around my dick.” he said through grunts and gritted teeth.

I could hear popping, panting and gurgling and knew exactly what was happening. I didn’t need to be told that he was strangling the life from her while force fucking her little virgin cunnie. It was obvious by the sounds of his dick ripping into her.

The little fuck puppet was pale, limp and cold by the time he was finished stroking his dick with her. I stayed on the phone with him as he tossed her over the bridge. Her body splashed into the river below and he drove off on the hunt for his next victim.