Tortures sex and sex trafficking are in high demand on big sporting event days. Today, is the Kentucky Derby. I don’t know if you follow horse racing, but men get drunk, win money and want to pay for kinky shit. Sometimes it is a sweet young thing and sometimes it’s an old submissive whore. I was minding my own business walking to the local 7-11 for some cigarettes. It started pouring down rain. Some guy in a van offered me a lift and I took it. Bad choice on my part. He was not alone. Another man grabbed me and tossed me in the back where a dirty old mattress awaited me. They made a stop and a few men paid my kidnapers money and I went from a van to a moving truck. The inside was made into a torture chamber. It was a moving sex trafficking and torture truck. While I was tied up, men fucked me and zapped me with electric currents. They beat me while they fucked me. They beat me while they shocked me. They came in my face and in both my pussy and ass while watching pre race predictions on their cell phones. They were lining up their bets while using me for snuff sex. I knew I was not the only girl in peril today. Sex trafficking is big business. Men even want used up whores like me to play with too.
I never plan to be a gangbang rape porn star. It just happens. Men look at me and they see victim. They see a bitch, a whore, a cunt, a slave, a sex doll, a worthless piece of shit… Most men don’t humanize me. I understand. I like to get high. I like pain and humiliation, but only when I am high. My freak side comes out when I am partying. Last night, I was not partying. My neighbor was having a party. I had boys trying to sleep, so I went next door to ask them to keep the noise down. My neighbor called me a nigger loving whore and told me to get the fuck off his property. My mistake was telling him I would call the cops. One of his friends pulled me inside and started ripping my clothes off. Soon, they were all pawing and pulling at me. My clothes were off my body and dicks were going in my ass and pussy. I was sober; I was not feeling too freaky, so I struggled and resisted. I fought, which is rare, but my neighbor is an asshole. He can’t do anything for me. He could, however, do a lot to me. Him and his friends sodomized me, fisted both holes, came and pissed on me and smacked me around too. I was kept prisoner all night. I was used as their cum dumpster and fuck slave. It was the longest night of my life.
Gangbang rape porn was not on my to do list yesterday. In a rare moment, I was sober. I was out of coke, but I had mom duties to do. I had to grocery shop and take the boys to appointments. I had finished my mom duties and decided to go to the gym. I had a nice work out, but on way out, a group of men grabbed me and stuffed me into a minivan. They were young 20s and very aggressive. I was kidnapped and traveling in a fuck van. One guy was driving, but the rest were in the back of the van fucking me on a dirty mattress. They used my back door like I was their private ass rape porn star. They pulled my limbs in different directions. My shoulder got dislocated; I heard it pop and the pain hit quickly. They shoved cocks in my mouth, pussy and ass while the one guy drove around town. No one would know I was in a rape fantasy mobile. I tried screaming, but no one could hear me. My best bet was to ride it out until they had their fun. I swear they drove around for a couple hours before they pushed me out of the van under a bridge in the seedy part of town. For once, I was not looking for trouble, but it found me nonetheless.
It was an ass rape porn Easter. I was looking for some blow to celebrate the holidays. The guys that were going to give me the blow, punked me. They had no blow, just devious plans to sodomize me. They were high on something, but by their looks, my guess was they were crack heads. I just snort lines of coke. I know I shouldn’t sound like I am better than them since I am a submissive whore, but these guys were not who I wanted to party with on Easter Sunday. I had told my family I was going to the store, and I snuck downtown to score some blow. I came home with no coke and a gaped, swollen asshole. When I arrived, they were waiting for me. One of them jumped me while the other one put chains on me. I was restrained before they stripped me naked. They informed me they had fisting fantasies. These crack head bastards fisted my ass until he was gaped wide open. It was so big, they could put their entire fist inside me without touching the walls of my asshole. Luckily, they grew tired of fucking with my asshole. They let me go, but I had to waddle home to my family with an ass gaped so wide I would never shit the same way again. I guess I should never try to score coke off Tinder.
When he said I deserved anal torture sex, I laughed. I thought he was joking, or at best just meant a hardcore ass fucking. I am no stranger to ass play. I told him to bring it on. That was a huge mistake because I had no idea who I was dealing with. First, I had no idea he had a foot long thick dick. Second, I didn’t know he was a sadist. I met him at this flop house I go to get high sometimes. He is dealer. He doesn’t deal in coke. He sells the hard shit, but when no coke is around, high is high, right? I will huff a can of spray paint like it’s 1995 if that is my only option. I was high when he told me I was an ass rape porn star. That is why I was so cocky about it. Once he had a meat hook in my ass hoisting me in the air, I realized I was in way over my head. He whipped my ass first. I was flying in the air, suspended only by a meat hook in the ass. I could feel my ass ripping to shreds. I was bleeding and in agony. That was just the beginning for him. When he let me down, he joked about pushing my prolapsed ass back in my asshole with his big dick. Damn, that fucking hurt. Mind you, I was high on smack at the time, so I am sure it hurt a hell of a lot more. I was screaming bloody murder as he fucked my asshole with one large item after the next. When he was finished with me, I couldn’t walk and I couldn’t control my bowels. I was shitting everywhere. Blood, shit and his cum flowed out of my ruined asshole like a river. I think I need to stick with coke dealers.
I have home invasion phone sex fantasies. Do you? My dark desire is for a handsome, dominant stranger to break into my house one night when I am all alone. He puts a chain around my neck and makes me his slave. His sex slave who he violates in every hole in every room of the house. The idea of being force fucked in my sons’ twin beds or my marriage bed gets me wet. I know I am a fucked up bitch. I do a lot of cocaine and it makes me twisted in the head. I had such a hot dream about a home invasion last night that I woke up thinking it had happened. In fact, I had a red purple mark around my neck like a chain had been there. I had ligature marks on my ankles and my wrists like I had been tied up. My ass was sore like an ass rape porn star. There was even cum oozing out of my fuck holes. Fresh cum too. I know I was high and drinking wine, but how can I not remember getting bound and fucked in my own house? I have been masturbating all morning trying to remember who the handsome stranger was that made my wicked fantasy cum true. Was it you?
There are ass rape porn videos that I watch that get me wet. Then there are others that make me cringe in pain. My dealer loves ass torture porn. I was sucking his big black cock when one came on of a woman getting double fisted and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I couldn’t see the screen, but he narrated it for me, and I knew I was in trouble because the way his cock was reacting in my mouth. He nutted in my mouth, then summoned a few of his dealers who were dividing coke in the back. They love to help him abuse his favorite slave. Black men love having white slaves. They love fisting them too. I begged for some lube. Black me have big hands to go with their big cocks. They laughed at me and said, “We don’t want you to enjoy it whore.” At that moment, I knew I was doomed. Two fists went in my ass at once, then two more popped in my cunt. I had four fists, and not just any fists either. Big black fists inside my tiniest holes. Torture sex to the extreme is the only way to describe it. I was bleeding, gapped and covered in my own shit by the time they were done. Humiliated and sore, I curled up in a ball to recuperate, but they just pissed on me.
It was a weird bondage phone sex session. H going to treat me like a nigger slave. Right then I knew I would likely die or wish I was dead. It was the later. He was pissed at something. It wasn’t me, but I was his escape goat. I am always his escape goat. That is why he strung me up from a tree in his back yard. I was completely bound, so I couldn’t move. He told me he was he keeps me around he says. He threw rocks at me. Just like I imagine lynchers did in the 40s and 50s. I was the strange fruit swaying on the poplar tree that Billie Holliday sung about. Only I am not black. I am, however, black and blue and purple with spots of red from rocks cutting my skin. He left me hanging for awhile after he ran out of stones. I was bleeding badly. I was battered even worse. I passed out, but he turned a hose on me, which woke me up. He cut me down and I fell with a thud. He pissed on my bruised and bloody body and laughed. With a smirk, he said, “Damn, Blair, that was fun.”
Violent phone sex fantasies consume me. I get high and my head gets fucked up with nasty thoughts. I am a freak despite the soccer mom appearance. I called up my stepson last night. We have a love hate relationship, but it works. He gets me high and then takes all his aggression out on my ass. He is a fucked up boy, just like I am a fucked up woman. Our kinky desires consume us. It makes for a perfect BDSM relationship. Last night, my stepson brought a bunch of friends with him for our date. I wasn’t prepared for that. I was not thinking gangbang rape porn, but that is what happened. His friends and him fucked every hole, even my pee hole. Let me tell you, having cocks rammed in my urethra, hurt more than three dicks in my ass at once. My stepson and his friends treated me like a piece of trash. They pulled my hair, spit on me, fucked all my holes and pissed on me too. They laughed as I pleaded for mercy. My stepson planned this. He wanted all my holes bleeding and ruined. Even though it hurt, I survived. I know he is dangerous to my health and life, but I have dark desires that can’t be curbed. I get what I deserve.
He told me he was a fan of bondage phone sex. He told me that for my time as his BDSM slave, he would give me a bag of coke. He had me at bag of coke. I am a coke whore. It always leads me down dangerous avenues, however. I should have known better. When I arrived, I was hit over the head. I didn’t see it coming. I woke up hanging upside down, bound in an extremely awkward position. The guy I agreed to meet, was waiting for me with his monster cock out. He skull fucked me while I was dangling in the air upside down. Blood was trickling down my face from the blow to the head. Turns out he enjoyed my blood dripping on his dick. He said blood is great lube. I knew I was in over my head. I thought I was having some BDSM fun not snuff sex. I figured some whips and chains, and restraints, but he was strangling me and fucking me so hard I puked on his dick. Because of the position I was in, I ended up swallowing most of my own puke, which made me puke again. He was laughing at what a disgusting whore I was. I tried to think about the coke, but he was fucking me so hard from an upside-down position that I kept passing out. The head wound compounded my dizzy feeling. Eventually, he grew bored with me. He had cum so much he couldn’t cum anymore. I was dizzy, sore and bleeding from my head, so I was happy to be set free, but that didn’t happen until the next morning. He kept me to mutilate my tits and my clit. This was a far cry from some BDSM fun. It was torture sex.
