I never intentionally plan on being a gangbang rape porn star. But it just happens. Sometimes I’m asking for it by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes I am paid for it because I’m desperate for money to score some cocaine. However, most of the time I’m just minding my own business someplace and my very existence makes men want to do bad things to me.
I went to this underground party a couple nights ago. Sort of like a rave. This guy I know told me about it and said it was a great place to party, score some drugs, and have fun. It sounded like a good opportunity for me to make new friends and score some cocaine. But I should’ve known it was a set up. There was no rave. No underground party. Just a bunch of men waiting for a dumb ass bitch like me to show up so they could explore their rape phone sex fantasies.
I am not talking about one guy or even two guys. That I felt confident I could handle. This appeared to be an army of men. And they acted like they had mommy issues that they needed to explore. As soon as I entered this very dark and quiet underground bunker, I realized I would be attending a rave. At least no party I wanted to join. But when I tried to run, a guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me back with such force that I ended up slamming against the wall.
A Scrappy, Drug Fueled Mommy Can Survive Anything
As I laid dazed and confused on the floor, these men started kicking me, pissing on me and ripping my clothes off. They broke me so they could fuck me. Took the fight out of me. I may not be book smart, but I am street smart. So, I knew not to fight again.
I let those men play musical holes with my pussy, mouth and ass. And I told myself I’ve done far worse things. But at least I did those things for cocaine. I was not a willing participant in this little ass rape porn movie they wanted to make with me.
But like anything eventually, it ended. However, by then I appeared covered in cum. My nose started bleeding. My entire body hurt, and I smelled like a toilet. But because I’m scrappy, I survived. Those men didn’t break me. I was broken long before them. But at least I know how to survive.
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