He asked me if I was into snuff sex. We were at a BDSM club. I was high and in a bad ass mood. The club I go to is strictly a BDSM club. No blood or bodily fluids can be exchanged, or they lose their license. Phone numbers and social media information, however, can be exchanged. When a guy asks you about snuff sex, it is code in the BDSM underworld for violent sex. It doesn’t mean you have a death wish. Its aggressive, hardcore fucking that sometimes makes you wish you were dead. When I got home that night, I looked up Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding on Facebook and Twitter. He was clearly a bad boy player, which meant the sex would be off the charts. I showed up at his place two days later for some hot sex. Apparently, our ideas about hooking up were different. When I arrived, it wasn’t a cool loft like I expected. Red flag. I should have run. It was a dilapidated old warehouse that was partially burned out. What wasn’t destroyed, looked like a drug house. Honestly, I thought he punked me. I figured he was not interested in me and he gave me bogus information. Typical guy behavior. I started to leave, when some one hit me over the head. I woke up and I was bound, gagged and surrounded by men. This was snuff porn, not hot rough sex. These men looked like wild beasts starving for my flesh. I heard his voice over a speaker. He was serving as a macabre director. He told the guys to tear me from limb to limb. At his command, like well trained dogs, they attacked. They were pulling my limbs, fucking my ass and even eating my flesh. The pain was agonizing. It was like a zombie attack. All I could think about, was what was wrong with me? I was being dismembered, force fucked and eaten alive. Instead of being terrified, I was wet and super aroused. I am such a sick bitch.
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