I am a slave to Ass rape porn. My Master loves to make it as brutal as possible. The last time he tied me up to a pole outside and got his friends, two legged and four to fuck me. I felt so humiliated when that red rocket was deep inside my ass.
But I am an addict of the Pain of my Master’s thirst. I deserve to be violated, to be used like the pathetic whore I am. I pray that my Master never stops defiling me, no matter how much I scream and plead for mercy. I have no right to mercy. I exist only to be abused.
The constant humiliation has completely broken my mind. All I can think about is being a good snuff slave whore for my Master. Serving him, obeying him, surrendering to his darkest yearnings, that is my sole purpose. I’ll never have free will – only an eternal craving to serve.
If my body expires from one of Master’s Torture sex, that’s perfectly fine by me. At least my death would serve a purpose. My Master’s needs are more important than my life. I am his plaything, his property, and destroyed as he sees fit. I would be honored to be snuffed by my Master.