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.
Killer phone sex was on his mind. He is a creative caller. His calls make my pussy wet. He didn’t want to kill me. He wanted me to help him kill his wife. She is a boring bitch. She is dominant and doesn’t do anything kinky in the bedroom like his phone mistress does. I am a subby bitch. Never say no, especially if I am high. With her out of the way, his favorite submissive whore could move in. He couldn’t kill her, however, because they always suspect the husband first in a wife’s death. I wanted to be a good murderer for him. I binge watched the ID channel and that Netflix show How to Make a Murderer or something like that. When he had a good alibi with his son, I broke into his place and stabbed her to death. It was such a thrill driving the knife into her tender flesh and feeling the blood splatter all over me. I was getting a taste for killing. I ransacked the place and stole jewelry and silver and shit. I wanted to make it look like a robbery gone bad. I even fucked her cunt with a dildo to make it look like someone was exploring their rape phone sex fantasies. I enjoyed it way too much. It has been weeks and the city is still looking for a murdering robber. The police checked out my sadistic boyfriend, but no evidence points to him. I can’t wait to kill again. Can I be your accomplice?
Kidnapping phone sex calls get me wet. I guess it has always been one of my fantasies to be kidnapped by a handsome sadistic. Well, my fantasy became a reality the other night and it was not as hot as I thought it would be. For one, my kidnapper was not handsome. He was a fat man who hates redheads. I don’t think he was right in the head. He was mumbling mumbo jumbo and calling me Julie. When we got to his place, he ripped my clothes off and burned them while he hog tied me. I had no idea what was instore for me and that scared me. He circled around me for hours just mumbling and kicking me. At one point he put a cross to my head like he thought I was the devil or a vampire. He was clearly not right in the head, but he had all the power. I was the one on the ground tied up like a side of beef. When the torture sex started, I wanted to die. He used a cattle prod, a hot poker and various shop objects. He carved my flesh up, not enough to kill me, but enough to scar me for life. He kept calling me Julie still. I didn’t know how to respond. Then his phone rang. I heard him cuss up a storm. He came back to me, pulled out his cock and sodomized me. After he came in my ass, he untied me. He told me if I told a sold about what happened he would find me and kill me. He took a photo of my driver’s license. I was in bad shape when I got home, but I was a live. I still don’t know what happened, but I think he kidnapped the wrong redhead.
I enjoy watching snuff movies and masturbating. Can you tell I am a fucked up bitch? Women my age are swooning over The Notebook or When Harry Met Sally, but I am using a fuck machine up my ass as I watch snuff films. The one last night had me wetter than the ocean. It was Japanese I think, Asian definitely. These cunts were super young looking. A bunch of Japanese school girls getting assaulted and abused was act one. The men had on masks. They were tall and burly, line linebackers. Obviously, they were not Asian. They were making these Asian school girls their ass rape porn stars. Their tiny little asses were bleeding. All of them prolapsed. That was just the warm up. What came next was so bloody most women would have puked. I am not most women, however. I am a dirty taboo whore. The more violent the sex, the wetter my cunt gets. The men in the movie had swords. Sharp, long swords that they used to hack these pretty school girls into pieces. I don’t think it was fake. I mean how do you make that kind of CGI? Arms and legs were chopped off. Tits were sliced to bits. The men used the swords as cocks and fucked the mutilated princesses. The girls were eviscerated. There was more carnage on the screen than I have ever seen. My fuck machine was on top speed as I was cumming to bloody, violent scene after another. I know something is wrong with me.
I don’t envy gangbang rape porn stars. I don’t know how they take that many cocks up their ass at once. My stepson and his friends came by the other day. I was not happy to see him. I am never happy to see him because he hates me. He may start off friendly, but it never ends well for me. He had his friends with him, which scared me. Why would he bring so many guys to his dad’s house, especially when his dad was not home? He said he just wanted to get some booze for a party. We have a wine cellar, but it has a lot more than just wine in it. Pretty much any kind of booze you want can be found there. When I came back upstairs with a few bottles for him, he grabbed the bottles from my hands and his friends pulled me away. One tied me up while another stripped me naked. Soon, I was bound naked to the chair with a circle of men pouring booze down my throat. They wanted me drunk. If I spit out the booze, they punched me in the face or slapped me. My stepson decided to pinch my nose, so I would be forced to consume alcohol. I was getting drunk super quickly. I started puking. I was puking on myself. I was tied up and couldn’t get lose. I vaguely remember them laughing at me and humiliating me for being a bad drunk. I won’t forget what happened next, no matter how drunk I was. They untied me, poured a bucket of water over me to clean me up before they started gangbanging my ass. For a couple hours, I was their ass rape porn star. I smelled like puke and I was incoherent from the forced intoxication, but my ass was prolapsed and full of cum the next day as proof it wasn’t all just a bad drunk dream.
I don’t think any woman starts her day off saying, “I’m gonna make a gangbang rape porn today.” It just happens. I had been all over town looking for a fix. No one wanted to trade sex for coke or give me an advance. That is when I decided to go to the Mexican part of town. It is a rough neighborhood, especially for a gringa. But I needed coke and Mexicans will give it too me, for a price of course. Jose is the leader of this drug cartel. I have never met him, but I know of him. I made a bold, desperate move and went right to his place. His goons stopped me before I could get to the door, but he heard the ruckus and came out. He told me I was a ballsy bitch. I promised if he gave me some coke, I could be a mule for him. A white soccer mom can drive anywhere under the radar. He liked the idea of me packing bricks of heroin and coke in my mom van. I had to pass a test first. They need to be sure I wasn’t wearing a wire. How they decided gangbanging me was the way, I am not sure. They stripped me naked and pulled me apart like a Twizzler. Savages. My limbs were being pulled in different directions. They rammed about 4 cocks in my ass at once. They claimed that they were searching for wires, but I know they just wanted to ensure that they could own me. I wasn’t sure I was going to leave his house, but I did. I was wobbling from the ass torture sex, but I got some coke for my troubles. I also must be drug mule from the barrio to the suburbs. They own me. I fail them, I am one dead gringa.
