It was a snuff porn audition. I knew it. I was scared. I didn’t want to be there, but I was blackmailed into it. My stepson said if I didn’t meet his friend, he would tell my husband that I am still using coke. My husband would divorce me if he knew what a coke fiend I still am. With the snuff director, at least I stood a chance of survival. With my husband, I would be single and homeless. I took my chances. I met my stepson’s friend in an abandoned warehouse on the docks. I had no idea what to expect. I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant whatever his intentions were with me. He had a film to make. A gangbang rape porn that was fully cast expect for the leading whore. My stepson owed this guy a favor, and I was the way the debt was settled. I was standing in front of him scared. I had on a trench coat because I was naked underneath. It was like a security blanket, but it was stripped from me quickly as the men made themselves known. Over 100 guys were going to fuck me. I could be fucked to death. These guys were huge. Their cocks were bigger than porn stars. With a snap of the director’s fingers, I was being torn apart like a wounded animal who met a pack of blood thirsty coyotes. They pulled my limbs, fucked all my holes, slammed me on the floor repeatedly. I was bleeding from every hole. These beasts fucked me savagely while the director filmed it. I should not have let my stepson blackmail me. In the moment, I thought it would be a miracle if I survived. I did, but only because the deal made, I survived the snuff sex. My stepson wanted to use me again.
I was shopping, not looking to star in their gangbang rape porn. This skater boy asked me for some smokes, but I didn’t have any. When I went to my car, he followed me out. He shoved me in my own trunk and stole my car. I was trying to call for help from my cell, but I was not getting a signal in the trunk of my car. Where was this little punk taking me and why? The road was bumpy, like a gravel road. I figured we drove for about twenty minutes before the car stopped. I heard other voices. When the trunk opened, there was a gang of teen boys surrounding me. One boy pulled me out of the trunk by my hair. He dragged me kicking and screaming into the woods. Him and his friends sodomized me, and force fucked my mouth and pussy. I tried to fight, but they told me I was a stupid cunt who didn’t deserve to live. I thought they might kill me, but they just wanted to get their jollies. One of the boys filmed my violation. I was a hot mess. Cum and sweat and smeared make-up all over my face. Gaped holes with cum oozing out of them. When they couldn’t cum anymore, they just left me exposed and vulnerable in the woods. I managed to get back to my car, but I was covered in so much cum, I was sticking to my leather seats.
Anal torture sex is something I don’t always enjoy. I can take a hardcore ass fucking. I have been an anal whore for decades. When I am broke and need coke money, I often sell my asshole. Married women rarely give up the ass, so I can make $100 an ass fuck. I just bend over the car or alley wall and take the cock up my ass. This dude said he would pay me $300 to ass fuck me for an hour. Why would I say no to that? I should have said no. He was creepy looking, smelled of bourbon and had a thick cock. Still, I could deal with all that. He shoved me over his car hood in a dark corner of a parking garage. I knew something was wrong because it didn’t feel like a cock in my ass. That was because it was a bottle. A broken bottle. I started to scream for help. This was not what I agreed too. He put his hands around my throat to let me know he could snap my neck in an instant. I could have my ass shredded or I could die. I went with being a dirty ass rape porn star for 58 more minutes. My asshole was prolapsed and bleeding. He laughed at the fact that he ruined my ass. Joked about me needing a good proctologist to put my asshole back together. Blood and fecal matter were running down my legs. No way I could fuck anymore tonight. I was ruined. I might be ruined permanently. At least I had $300. He paid me like he said he would. I wobbled out of the alley and found a dealer. I got high in a dark alley trying to forget the awful things I do to get high.
He told me I was his accomplice phone sex partner this time. That was a first. I have always been his fuck slave or punching bag. I have never helped him victimize someone else before. It would be nice change of pace. At least I thought so until I knew what he had planned. I had to kidnap a little girl. A very young one too. I am not talking about some hot teen slut who knows her way around a cock. I am talking about a tiny tot with tight pink holes. I know better than to say no to him. No will get me dead. It was her or me. I lured her away to the van. We drove her to a no tell motel. She was passed out from a special cocktail I gave her. He wanted me to prep her for him. So, I did. I fingered her tiny holes and licked them too. She tasted sweet. So very sweet. I felt guilty for enjoying myself. She was crying for her mommy and daddy. I knew she would be dead soon. He would fuck her then kill her. But it wasn’t me who would be dead for once.
I was bought for snuff porn along with several other women. Not sure how I found myself there. Last thing I knew, I was having drinks with a guy at a bar. Then I was with a bunch of other scared women in a warehouse with a bunch of strange men calling the shots. I asked if this was some sort of sex trafficking outfit. One guy laughed and said I was too old for sex trafficking. No one would pay for my fuck holes. He added that they would, however, pay to kill me. Think of those Hostel movies. That was what this was. Men were bidding to kill me and the other women in the room. I watched as women were bought and murdered in front of me. I thought we would go to private rooms or something, but they killed each woman as she was bought. It was brutal and terrifying. Girls were stabbed, cut and mutilated on a stage in a horrific and violent fashion. Guys in the crowd egged them on. I knew I would be dead soon too. When it was my turn, I resisted and got punched and collared. A guy half my age bought the privilege to murder me for $5,000. That was all my life was worth. The crowd cheered for my executioner to kill me. I was stabbed several times before my throat was slit. The last thing I heard was cheers for my snuff sex death.
I was kidnapped for torture sex and rape fantasies. I was out for a jog when a man grabbed me. I didn’t know what was going on until I woke up in a basement tied up, hanging upside down and blindfolded. Two voices spoke to me. I was instructed to cooperate or die. I was a victim of opportunity. They snatched me on the running trail, drugged me and bound me tightly. I thought perhaps I knew one of them, but I think I was just in the wrong place at the right time for them. Tape was over my mouth, so I couldn’t ask questions. I feared I would be snuff porn material. They took turns punching me like I was a boxing bag. My tits were bound and tortured too. They shocked with a stun gun used on cattle. I started pissing myself and convulsing. Then something that has never happened to me, happened. I was fucked hanging upside down. I heard something being set up. Once I felt a fist in my cunt, I knew it was a ladder. My captors fisted and fucked me from above. They filled me up with cum, abused my holes and then cut me down. I landed like a sack of potatoes. I was told I would be cut free, but if I took off my blindfold before my cell timer went off, I would die. I was only on the ground for about 20 minutes, but it felt like eternity. I escaped death again. Next time, I might not be so lucky.
I love a dark fantasy phone sex role play. I have this one fuck buddy I met on Tinder. We get together, get high and fuck. It is a perfect relationship for me. I don’t have many fuck buddies who will get high with me. I told him this vampire fantasy I have, which I think I got from watching too much True Blood lol. He had a surprise for me. He had the most realistic vampire teeth when I met him. I did a line of coke and planned on giving him head, but he bit my neck. He bit me so hard, I felt blood running down my neck. It was hot as fuck. The smell and taste of blood is hot and sweet. My blood was running over the head of his cock as I polished his knob. He enjoyed my crimson red blood on the head of his throbbing cock. What was fantasy sex quickly turned into snuff sex as more and more of my blood poured from the wound on my neck. I soon realized I was sucking my last cock. The little bite was actually a deep puncture wound on a major artery. I was dulled from the pain initially because of the coke. I felt myself getting weaker and fainter the more the blood poured down my neck. He could turn me or kill me. Of course, he killed me. I am a worthless whore.
Bondage phone sex gets kinky when you are a druggy whore. I was at this flop house getting high. I live in a gated community, but I was downtown in some abandoned flop house with junkies looking for a fix. The police raided the place. I was restrained in handcuffs and taken to a separate room. I feared going to jail. My family would be embarrassed. The police made me an offer. Well, not so much an offer as an ultimatum. I could let them work out some aggression with me and I would never see the inside of a jail. It didn’t take me long to be their ass rape porn slave. It was my get out of jail free card. They chained me to a spreader bar so I couldn’t move. They put a ball gag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream, then they sodomized me for hours. I just focused on the fact that I wasn’t going to jail. It felt like I was in hell, however. When their cocks stopped cumming, they started fucking my ass with their bully clubs. Now, those left marks. Gaped my asshole, prolapsed it and even bloodied my asshole. Small price to pay for my freedom.
I need domination phone sex. I am a disobedient bitch. I took some coke from my stepson. I didn’t think he would notice. He has so much to spare. He is a dealer. I took a pinch. He found out because of a hidden camera. He came over dragged me out of the house by my hair, tossed me in the back of his car and took me to his house. He threw me in a cage. I have been there before. He has been mad at me before. I have stolen far more coke from him in the past, but I am a repeat offender. He left me in the cage for hours, circling around me to intimate me. It worked. I was almost pissing my panties in anticipation to what was to come next. After a few hours, he pulled me out of the cage and started kicking me. Kicked me so hard, I puked. He pissed in my face as he unleashed his 4 legged friends on me for a kinky gangbang rape porn. He let his furry best friends fuck me in the ass and pussy. These were big furry beasts too. They ravaged my holes with their slimy red rockets. He said it was a small price to pay for my crime.
Ass rape porn was what he wanted to watch. We watched a few hours of hardcore ass fucking when he decided watching was no longer enough. He pulled me off the couch and slammed my head on the floor. I was in a dirty crack house. I needed a fix and the only guy who would get me high for free had crack not coke. I was so desperate to get high, I hung out in a dingy crack house with a sadist. I had been warned about him, but I didn’t listen. All I cared about was getting high. My face was buried in a carpet that smelled like dog shit. He ripped my panties off and rammed his cock up my ass dry. I was high as fuck, but I felt the pain. It felt like his cock was going in my ass and out my mouth. That was when I realized he wasn’t fucking me with his cock. He rammed a baseball bat up my ass. A Louisville Slugger was sodomizing my asshole as he puffed on the crack pipe. When he was done, I collapsed on the dirty floor. He dangled the bat in my face and made me lick the shit and blood off it. Not enough crack could dull the pain of my prolapsed ass.
