Women are worse than men when it comes to torture sex. Every woman I have been rented or trade to has hurt me more than any man. Women are lethal. My drug dealer owes this female drug lord money. He has the money to pay her, but he thought it would be more fun to trade me. She enjoys torturing women. She enjoys torturing me. My dealer watched as she anally probed me like some alien experiment. I was strapped down with one of those industrial sized vibrators crammed up my ass. My female torturer duct taped the vibrator in my ass, then she did another one in my pussy. I was shaking on the floor where I was strapped down. It was like I was in some sort of wrestling hold. She ushered in more women and they violated my fuck holes for amusement. Fists, baseball bats, a rolling pin and even a baton got shoved up my fuck holes. I started screaming and she put duct tape on my mouth. My drug dealer was masturbating watching me make ass rape porn for the amusement of women. I was left on the floor for hours tied up when they got bored with me. Master brought in some friends to jack off on my battered and tired body. My pain, my humiliation was all for their amusement.
Domination phone sex was necessary he told me. I had been a bad bitch, a disobedient slave. For once, it didn’t involve me stealing coke or owing someone money. I was instructed, ordered, not to play with my pussy but I did it anyway. I was caught masturbating on hidden camera. I figured no one was there to catch me, so why not give myself a little pleasure. I never get to cum. I never get to fuck for pleasure. I am just fucked for a man’s pleasure. When he came home, he smelled my fingers and punched me in the face. Blood tricked down my face. That only turned him on. He snapped his fingers and I knew what that meant. I got on my knees to suck his cock. He like my blood on his dick. I could feel the blood running down my throat. As he skull fucked me, I felt myself gagging. It was the blood. I have been skull fucked a million times, but this was first time I was giving head with a broken nose. He didn’t want to stop. He was punishing me for masturbating without permission. I knew it would not be in my best interest to point out that he would never give me permission to masturbate. As much as I tried, I could not stop gagging. I ended up puking on his cock. Mostly just blood, which oddly turned him on further. He flipped me over and made me show off my ass rape porn star skills. His cock was covered in my blood. That is what he used as lube for my old ass. I was bleeding and in pain, but he was only turned on more. I guess I can never masturbate again. At least not if I want to live.
I went to a club with girlfriends Friday night. I was being a normal sexy milf for once. I was not high. I was not looking for trouble. I just wanted to celebrate another soccer mom’s birthday with a group of female friends like a regular mature woman. Last thing I remember before waking up in a gangbang rape porn was toasting the birthday girl with a Pixie Stick martini. I lost a big chunk of time. I was confused. My head hurt. I was bound and gagged and surrounded by strange men. I had no clue how I got where I was or what happened to my friends. They would have stopped anything bad from happening to me I thought. I asked my kidnappers where I was, but they ignored me. They ignored me verbally. Instead of talking to me, they slapped and punched me. Even spit in my face and pissed down my throat. They spoke to each other in a language that I thought might be Russian. As I was lying on the floor smelling like a men’s urinal, other men came into the room. They took off their clothes and fucked me. Pulled my limbs, slapped me around and fucked me like a rag doll. Honestly, I thought maybe I was in some dream, but the pain was real. I had been drugged at the club and somehow ended up in the victim in a snuff porn horror show. After they were done using me, they tossed me in another room. I saw women chained together, strung out on heroin most likely. I saw my friends. OMG, we were all kidnapped together. Before I could try to talk to one of them, I felt a needle in my arm, then everything went dark again. We were kidnapped for the sex trade.
He made me watch snuff porn all night long. Violent, graphic mutilations of women turn him on. It only scares me to death because I know he wants to do bad things to me. Snuff flicks fuel his sadistic desires. He gets off on my fear. We were watching a woman get cut with a knife. He tied me up just like the victim in the movie. He started to mirror what was happening to her to me. His hands went around my throat and choked me. He started to cut my throat, just not as deadly as the girl in the porn we were watching. I could feel blood trickling down from my neck. I could taste my blood too. I was afraid he would just kill me. We have played snuff sex games before, but this was as real as it has ever felt before. I was scared and I was bleeding. I begged for mercy, but he just kept cutting me. He sliced his initials in my boobs. He kept cutting me as he fucked my ass. He said all I was good for was fucking and hurting. After a while, I started to believe him.
Rape phone sex fantasies are easier to explore with a dirty coke whore like me. I get my fix and I don’t care what the fuck you do to me. I made the mistake of saying that to Rick this guy who gave me coke the other night. Of course, he gave it too me with strings attached. He wanted his son and some of his friends to have fun with me. If I said no, the coke would have been taken away from me. I know how things work, so I went with it. I figured high school boys couldn’t be as rough on my fuck holes as men their daddies age. I was wrong. I forgot how hard a young teen boy’s dick can be. It never goes soft or if it does, not for long. They fucked the shit out me. They tied me up first. Then they passed me around like candy. Boys fucked my ass and my cunt. They pissed on me too. Some of them put as many as four cocks in my ass at once laughing at my gapping asshole like I was a strung-out ass rape porn star. They enjoyed me for hours until they had no more cum left in me. Daddy dearest put my abused ass in an Uber and sent me home with my coke. A druggy whore must do what a druggy whore must do.
If you have rape phone sex fantasies you need a subby bitch like me. I have been force fucked so many times, I have lost count. Men look at me and see a whore they don’t need to ask for permission to fuck. They take what they want because they can. It must be some vibe I give off that makes men of all ages think they can fuck me. I was shopping at Whole Foods the other day. Not exactly the place you go for kinky taboo fun, right? I was minding my own business. I was just going through the aisles getting what I needed for the week of meal preparations. I was not even high. In fact, I was respectfully dressed too. I was putting my groceries in my trunk when he hit me over the head. Things went dark. I woke up on a gravel road with my panties around my ankles and some guy fucking me. He was calling me mommy. I didn’t know him, but he was telling me I was cock teasing him at the store. I didn’t remember even seeing him there. He went back and forth from my pussy to my ass. He was fixated on punishing mommy for being a cock teasing whore. I would like to say it was the first time that happened, but it wouldn’t even be the third time it has happened. Men love force fucking mommy. I just took it like a dirty whore. When he was done, he got up, returned to his car and left me on the gravel road alone. I had no clue where I was or how I got there. My clothes were dirty and tattered and it was cold outside. I made it to a gas station and called my husband to come get me. I guess I should be lucky I was alive.
Ass rape porn is not just what I watch. I am often making it. My ass is the favorite fuck hole of many men I know, including my stepson. We have a love hate relationship. I love his coke and he hates me. He was out of town for a few days. I know where he hides his coke. I picked the lock and took just a little. It wouldn’t even be noticeable. I just needed a little pick me up until I could get a larger stash. My plan backfired because I didn’t know he had a nanny cam. He caught me when he wasn’t even in town. He texted me a video clip of me breaking into his lock box. I was preparing my self for revenge, but thought I had another week because he was out of town. He sent a proxy to punish me. His name was Dax and he was big and brooding. He tied me up in a rope swing he brought with him. As I was dangling from the swing, he set up his Ipad. My stepson was going to watch him anally torture me. As Dax fisted and fucked my asshole, my stepson moaned and masturbated like it was his cock that was the instrument of torture sex for my fuck holes. Dax violated me for hours until my asshole was on the outside on my ass. He took a zip tie and tortured me more. Then he left. Left me in the rope swing with my prolapsed asshole in a zip tie for my young sons to find. Another lesson learned the hard way.
New Year’s Eve was spent making gangbang rape porn. I was not toasting the new year with champagne. I was getting drilled in every hole I have while guzzling back cum. My stepson had a few of his friends over to ring in the new year. I just didn’t know I was part of his celebration. One of his friends stripped me naked when I came into the living room to check on them. I just wanted to know if they wanted some food. They were hungry, but not for pizza. They wanted to fuck me. They wanted to sodomize my ass like a seasoned ass rape porn star. My stepson put a dog collar around my neck. Once they were done with round one of nutting inside me, I had to do things like drink their piss and lick their asses. They just wanted to humiliate me while they waited for their cocks to get hard again. It was not the way I wanted to spend the holiday. It was not how I wanted to start the next year because what you do at midnight defines the rest of the year for you. I guess that means I have nothing but rough sex and humiliation in store for me. Fitting for a dirty, worthless old whore.
Taboo phone sex Christmas. It was not my idea. I was asleep last night waiting for Santa just like my sons. My husband was passed out from too much wine. He was dead asleep when his son pulled me from bed by my hair. He dragged me into the living room. I didn’t want to ruin Christmas for my young sons, so I didn’t put up a fight. He plopped me in front of the tree. I knew it was my stepson, even in the dark of my room. He hates me. There is nothing I can do about it either. He is the golden boy in my husband’s eyes. My stepson wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for Christmas. He ripped my panties off and shoved them in my mouth as a ball gag as he fucked my ass. He loves my ass. He prolapses it every time he fucks me. Twice I have had to seek medical attention for my prolapsed ass. My ass will never be the same. I no longer have a tight pink sphincter. I have a bulging rosebud. By the presents, under the glow of Christmas tree lights, my stepson gave me another bloody, prolapsed asshole. His Christmas gift to me. When my sons and husband woke up to do Christmas gifts, I could barely walk, and my pajama bottoms were blood stained. They just thought I got my period.
I was his gangbang rape porn star. I was not prepared for it either. I was at a swank holiday party. I was dressed in an evening gown. This was a party for my husband’s office. No one he works with knows I am a druggy whore. I clean up well. I can act the part of the suburban housewife and soccer mom. My husband’s boss has a son who saw through me. He pulled me aside and gave me some coke. He knew how to make my nasty freak flag fly high. After the coke hit, I was in a spare room making ass rape porn stars look like amateurs. The boss’s son and several other young men passed me around like candy. They even bent me like a pretzel. The music and conversation were loud, so no one could hear me scream as a bunch of young boys obliterated my ass. I was going to be in trouble if my husband discovered what I was doing. We have an arrangement. I am not a nasty whore with his work buddies. It is the only rule. I justified it in my head because the guys fucking the shit out of me were the sons of his work buddies. Gray area, I know, but I was high, and my freak flag was flying. When they were done using my ass, I tried to get dressed back up as the good wife, but I looked like a taboo phone sex whore. I can clean up, but never for long because I like to be dirty.
