When you are an underground gangbang rape porn star, men think you are up for grabs literally. I only do rape porn videos for the money. It is all staged. I’m not really being harmed. Hell, most of the time it’s pretty hot because the men I work with are well hung. I was clubbing the other night when some frat boys recognized me from a few of my online movies. They wanted to buy me drinks, but I blew them off. College boys aren’t my thing. I like older men.
I started to not feel well when I was dirty dancing with some men more my type. The suit and tie guys usually know how to spoil a gal. I got dizzy, and one of the guys helped me to the bathroom like a gentleman. We were not alone, however. About 10 other guys were in the lady’s room with us. One guy mentioned he was a fan of my work. Another said I look like I really enjoy ass rape porn. “It pays the rent,” I mumbled. “How about a freebie, whore,” one yelled at me. As I tried to leave, several men restrained me, while the others bound and gagged me. My clothes were torn from my body.
I was thrown against a dingy bathroom stall and sodomized with beer bottles while they talked about how tight my ass was for a whore. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs. I was crying. One guy grabbed me by the throat and pushed my head in a piss and shit filled toilet while the rest took turns force fucking my battered ass. My cries, my pleas, went unanswered. They fucked me like a rag doll. “This is life imitating art, bitch,” the ringleader said with a smile.
When they were done abusing me, each one pissed on me like I was a human toilet. I was covered in cum and piss, even blood. The dirty bathroom floor looked like a crime scene. I started to crawl to the door when I felt a foot push me down and use me as a mop to clean up the excrement all over the floor. They weren’t done with me yet. Not by a long shot. I should have hung with the frat boys.