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.
Do you have snuff porn fantasies? Most of us have murderous rage in us, even a submissive whore like me. I had a revenge fantasy that I attempted to make a reality. It backfired on me, however. I hate my stepson. It is a love hate relationship. I love that he will give me coke, but I hate what he makes me do for it. No one shames me or abuses me more than a boy I have raised since he was a young teen. He had me meet him in the woods last night. I knew he was going to fuck me in the woods. Get me high then use me like an ass rape porn star. I hid a shovel behind a tree. I planned on whacking him over the head with the shovel and burying him in the woods. I would get his stash and be done with his abuse. It was a good plan. I have been binge watching Snapped and Buried in the Backyard episodes. I wasn’t strong enough to hit him hard enough to kill him. I was only able to hit him hard enough to piss him off. He ran after me angrier than ever. When he caught me, he hit me over the head with my shovel. I woke tied up and in the back of his car. He was driving me somewhere. I pleaded for forgiveness, but he remained mute; likely seething with anger and plotting my death. He didn’t kill me. But he let me know there are no second chances. If I even looked at him cross eyed again, he would kill me and fuck my dead body without a single thought beforehand. He did kick and punch the life out me as proof that he could kill me with his bare hands if he wanted.
He wanted an accomplice phone sex partner. I am not a sadistic, but I am a drug addict. He Knew my weakness and he used it to get me to kidnap a young girl for him. I lured her away from the swimming pool. My accomplice was waiting in a car in the parking lot. It was easy to take her, even in public. Scary how easy it was too. I felt bad because I knew he had something evil in store for her. She would not survive the day. My need for coke outweighed my concern for her life, however. I know that makes me evil. Just as evil as my accomplice who was going to have snuff sex with her tiny body. I sat in the corner getting high. I did lines of powder while he penetrated her tight virgin holes. She was bleeding from her cunt and ass. She was crying for her mommy. I just cowered in the corner doing lines trying to forget that I brought a young sweet girl to a nightmare she would never awake from. He violated her repeatedly for hours. Once he couldn’t cum anymore, he snapped her neck in two. He made me bury her tiny body. He made me just as guilty as him. In many ways, I was more guilty.
Anal torture sex is never fun, not even for an anal sex whore. While my sons were watching fireworks with their dad, I was with my drug dealer working off an old debt. Marcus and his friends gang banged my ass until it prolapsed. My ass has prolapsed before. Honestly, I didn’t think twice about it. I can handle the pain. They didn’t stop there. They got out sex machines and double fucked me while their cocks got hard again. They joked about putting me back together again, just to tear me up all over again. I was crying. The dildos on the sex machines were lubed up in Ben Gay. So, my prolapsed asshole was burning like it was on fire while they fucked me. They laughed. Pissed in my asshole to add salt to the wound. Marcus is not normally so brutal with me, but I did owe a sizeable amount of money to him. His friends had huge cocks and huge hands. They fucked me with fists too. It went on for hours. They would prolapse my asshole then fuck it back inside me again. Marcus told me I could earn some more coke by doing this again tomorrow. I am such a druggy whore, I agreed.
When you are a junkie, ass rape porn gets you your next fix. Guys pay to fuck your ass. I should say they pay to fuck your ass up good. Sunday came around and I had no blow left. I blew through my weekend stash quicker than usual. I wasn’t sure who to go to, so I placed an ad on a fetish site I have used in the past. I have no dealers who will float me money anymore. I have burned too many bridges that way. I got a hit within minutes of placing the ad. College boys who just wanted to fuck an ass. They didn’t care that I was a coke head. They didn’t care that I was a milf. They just wanted to fuck my ass. I let them. I didn’t even mind that they were fucking me when I was sober. I figured college boys couldn’t hurt me too badly. I was wrong there. First, they had huge dicks for white boys. Second, they wanted to put their cocks in my ass at the same time. And, finally, they didn’t want to use any lube. Once they attacked my ass, I wished that I had coke. I just focused on the money I was getting after they got their ass jollies. I mean a gangbang rape porn isn’t anything when I need coke. It was something. Something very painful. They rammed those cocks deep in my ass dry then made me add a dildo, so it felt like three dicks in my ass at once. I was trying not to scream bloody murder as I felt my ass stretch and bleed. Finally, it was over they all nutted inside me. When I asked for the money, they laughed at me and left. They joked about fucking a whore for free.
