Snuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, anything goes. In my real life, men know that if they have what I need, they can get away with murder. What they have that I need is cocaine. I am a suburban housewife with a dirty secret life. None of the normal drug dealers will sell me coke anymore, so I need to frequent the more extreme dealers. The ones that make me work for my fix. No one wants to fuck me in exchange for drugs anymore. My holes are too used up. Nothing is tight on me, not even my ass. That means the only way I can get my coke is humiliating myself and putting on a show for the men in power. Last night, Big E wanted an ass rape porn show, but not with cock. He had a series of huge dildos lined up for me to ass fuck. Each one bigger and more daunting than the other. The first couple weren’t bad, but as I moved down the dildo line, they got thicker and harder. One had Ben Gay on it, so I was fucking it while my asshole burned. My eyes watered, but I plowed through it. The one after that had little shards of broken glass super glued on it, so I tore my ass with every thrust. I was bleeding but I had to keep entertaining Big E and his friends, or I would have ruined my asshole for nothing. The last one was so wide, I felt my asshole rip. I have had some big dick inside me, but nothing as thick as the last dildo. Now, it had no glass on it, but it was lubed up with more Ben Gay. My ass was torn and bleeding now, so the Ben Gay hurt a thousand times more than the first time. My ass was ruined. Prolapsed, torn, bloody and burning like a son of a bitch, but I got my coke.
Torture sex can be hot. I am a pain slut and I don’t mind a little nipple torture. I get high however, make bad decisions and end up in the hospital. The problem is that when I get super fucked up, I can’t feel much until the next day. The other night I was partying with these out of town business men I picked up in a strip club. The local strip club always has blow. Either the girls have it or the patrons, but it is usually both. These New York Wall Street types were partying in the VIP room and asked me join them. They bought me lap dances and shared their coke. I was having a great time. They wanted me to come back to their suite in the hotel next door. I didn’t think it would turn into a violent gangbang rape porn. They seemed so white collar. Suddenly, I was just a whore to fuck. The tore up my ass and my pussy. They put cigarettes out on my flesh too. I got smacked, punched and fucked. One of them informed me that I could not snort their coke for free all night without giving something back. They passed me around like candy, using me with no condoms, no lube and no care about my well being. I let them have their fun at my expense because I wanted their coke. They had the best blow. The next day, I had a broken nose and several cracked ribs. I only felt it when the coke wore off.
Do you have gangbang rape porn fantasies? Most men do; at least most men do when they see me. For whatever reason, I bring out men’s darker desires. They want to fuck me regardless if I want to be fucked. I went to the liquor store late last night. I was minding my own business when a bunch of men grabbed me and pulled me in the alley. They were waiting for a woman to come by and I was the first one that didn’t look like a crack whore according to them. I pleaded with them not to do what they were about to do because I had a husband and sons waiting at home for me. They didn’t care. In fact, I think they liked the fact that I was a suburban housewife. They didn’t know I was a taboo phone sex whore who has done things most housewives have never considered. I didn’t know what to do. Fighting them might be worse for me, but not fighting them could end up the same way. I half assed fought them. They rammed their cocks in my holes in a cold dark alley like it was something they do every night. I begged them not to cum inside me because I didn’t want to get pregnant. They joked that an old whore like me couldn’t get knocked up anyway as they shot their cum loads inside me. They were laughing at me and joking about going back to my family looking and smelling like a cum dumpster. Little did they know that is not a new look for me.
It was snuff sex Sunday. No, that is not what I planned, but trouble caught up with me. I owed a lot of money to a dealer and he found me. I thought I would get away with it because I used an alias and it was a different state. Somehow, Marco found me, and it was time to pay up. He wanted to know where the coke was. He didn’t believe that I used it all. I took a brick a few months ago. That lasted me 2 months. He thought I sold it and demanded I pay him $10,000. I didn’t have $10 dollars let alone the money to pay him back. He strung me up to a rafter. I was stripped naked and torture sex followed. He didn’t believe that I was that big of a coke whore. He had me pegged as some mastermind, but I am just a huge druggy whore. I didn’t sell his brick. I put it all up my nose. That was the most coke I had ever had at one time. He cut my flesh. He burned my flesh. He punched me. He mutilated my clit. He even pulled out some teeth with pliers. When I still wouldn’t tell him where the brick was, he decided to believe me. He didn’t think any suburban housewife could endure that kind of pain if they were not telling the truth. Little did he know I was a pain slut. Now, I must pay him back what I stole plus interest. I told him I could never afford to pay back that much money, so now I am his whore. I must prostitute myself to pay him back, only I don’t get to choose the Johns. He is my pimp until my debt is settled. I have a lot of fucking to do.
He made me his ass rape porn star for him and his friends. I was high and drunk; my no didn’t resonate well. If it did, they didn’t care. They were punk ass high school boys. They knew who I was. Everyone in the community knows me. I was walking home from my local bar and they were skateboarding. One of them asked me for a cigarette and I muttered something about they were too young to smoke. Then they grabbed me. They started saying things like, “We aren’t too young to fuck you bitch.” They pinned me down on the sidewalk and took turns fucking my ass and cunt. For teen boys, they were brutal. They used their fists and even their baseball bats. They kicked me, spit on me, even pissed on me. I was fighting until I new it was futile. I have been force fucked before, I will be again. I just let my head go to someplace else until they were done. They were teen boys, so it took longer for them to finish. I smelled like a hobo when they were done. They doused me in alcohol to erase any DNA. I wasn’t going to the cops. I am taboo phone sex whore, shit like this happens to be daily.
Torture sex is what got him off. I picked him up in a high-class bar. I was dressed respectfully. I was not looking to be a submissive whore. Not that night at least. I thought we had a connection. He was married too, just looking for a little fun on the side. His hotel room was one of the classiest places I had ever seen. Way out of my league, but I knew it was just sex. When I came out of the bathroom, he jumped me and tied me up to his hotel bed. He just kept laughing about what a whore I was because I came back to a hotel with a stranger. I thought he just wanted to fuck. I was not prepared for snuff sex. He put a ball gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t draw attention to his room. He spent an hour doing all sorts of things to my pussy. He fisted my cunt. He fucked me with a 12-inch fat dildo. He stapled my pussy lips to my flesh, so my cunt stayed open. He pierced my clit too. I think I might have died in his room if it had not been for the front desk calling to inform him his wife was downstairs. He untied me and pushed me out the door super fast. I had to pull the staples out of my own pussy causing a bloody painful mess. I should have said something to his wife, but I was afraid he might kill me if I lingered. I ran down the stairwell to catch an elevator. I was a hot mess. I am sure folks in the swank hotel thought I was some druggy hooker whore. I know better than to try to speak out against men as sadistic as he was. It never ends well for me. I was alive and that was all that mattered.
He made me his blasphemy phone sex partner. He is a Satanist and I am a survivalist. When he kidnapped me, I just wanted to live. We broke into a church and desecrated it the vilest manner. Confession. It felt good. What has God ever done for me? I should worship Satan. He would be on my side; he would look out for me. God has turned his eyes every time I have been ass fucked or gang banged until I passed out form pain. I masturbated my dirty cunt with crosses. We pissed in the baptismal tub. We shit in the pews and wiped our asses with Bible pages as we hailed Satan. We talked about the depraved things we would do to the congregation if one was present. He would force his cock into the tiniest of holes on the littlest members of the church. I would stab the cunts of the pious God worshiping bitches with crosses that had been up my ass as I made them recite Satanic verses. He would carve pentagrams in the flesh of the men. We would sacrifice lambs and goats and make the congregation drink the blood. In the end, we would burn down the church with the mutilated congregation inside as we hailed the dark lord our master for life. I was wrong. Blasphemy sex is fucking hot. Hail Satan.
I didn’t ask to make a gangbang rape porn for Valentine’s day, but that is what happened. My stepson fed me some bullshit about wanting to make nice with me and take me to a fancy dinner. I should have known it was a lie, but when he said he had some coke for me as a present, I let myself think the best. I am a coke whore; if I think there is a chance I can score coke, I believe anything anyone tells me. It is like they had me at coke. When I arrived at his place, there were a few more men than I was expecting or wanting. He promised me coke if I didn’t scream. I wanted that blow so badly, I agreed. He lives in an apartment and I can get loud. His friends never go easy on my fuck holes. There was no reason to think that because it was Valentine’s Day anything would be different. My stepson tied me up and let his friends have me as a gift. They forced their dicks in my tiny butt hole and pink pussy. I was grinding my teeth so hard I thought I might chip some teeth. They put a couple cocks up my ass at once. My stepson was the director. He filmed what felt more like a snuff porn. My ass was bloody and gaped so wide, I knew I would never shit right again. I might not ever sit right again either. I just had to endure his sick rape fantasies for a couple hours then I got my coke. I know I am warped. Who degrades themselves like that for powder? It was all worth it to get that much free coke though. I guess it wasn’t free because I paid for it with my ass and my cunt.
I was set up for a taboo phone sex roleplay I never could have dreamed up on my own. I knew I was in trouble when I showed up at the address my dealer gave me. In order to get the large quantity of party supplies that I needed, I had to do my dealer a favor. I knew this wouldn’t be good. It never was in the past. The house was the home of a notorious dyke. She is a bad ass biker bitch into making lesbian snuff films. She has an underground following for live streaming lesbian torture. I swallowed hard, because I knew I was about to be the star of her next lesbian torture sex film. I walked in and some bitches jumped me. They put a pig nose on me. They made me oink like a pig. A curly pig tail was rammed up my ass too. Her lesbian posse starting spitting on me and pulling my hair and limbs. They dragged me into a room that was all lit up, so I knew this was where they planned to film me. Hours of abuse I endured. They fisted my cunt and ass. They fucked me with monster dildos bigger than any cock known to man. They punched me. My ass and pussy were bloody and prolapsed. I kept my eye on the prize though. All this torture was just so I could get a nice big bag of coke. When they were done abusing me, they told me I was their best bitch yet. I was promised more coke if I did more shows. I must recover first, but I am sure I will be back. I am a glutton for punishment and a coke whore. I have endured more pain and humiliation for far less coke.
