I was hired to make a snuff porn. I have a reputation as a no taboos freak. For some coke and some money to buy coke, I will do the kinds of fetish films other women refuse to do. I am not proud. Snuff films aren’t real anyway. It’s fake blood and guts, like a horror film. I showed up at the address the casting agent gave me. It didn’t look like any set I had seen, and I have been on a few. In fact, I saw no one else. I wondered if I had the right address. I had no cell reception, so I couldn’t text or even call anyone. I walked around a bit, then saw the house. It looked like a horror film house, so I assumed that was the place to be. I walked in, called out for anyone. No one responded. I walked around a bit. No electricity. The house was covered in cob webs. No one has been in this place for decades was my guess. I used the light on my iPhone to illuminate my way. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. A shadowy figure; menacing. Tall, maybe deformed. I heard the chainsaw and I shit my pants. Was this the movie? Or was this my own Texas Chainsaw Nightmare? I ran. Ran smack into a room of dead dismembered bodies. Even high, I am scrappy. I buried myself under a pile of limbs to hide. I was fucked up, but this didn’t feel like a snuff movie. This felt like death. I laid motionless in the dark under a pile of bloody limbs wishing this was a bad dream. I heard foot steps, but I couldn’t see anything. Then, I head the mysterious figure say, “Are you ready to die Blair?” At that moment the chainsaw came crashing down thru the dead bodies. Blood splattered, I felt pain then everything went dark.
Taboo phone sex is all I do. Incest, rape fantasies, extreme humiliation, rough anal and snuff are what guys want to do to me. Many guys call me because I am a natural red head too. Guys hate ginger whores. Not sure why, but even out and about guys say crude things to me and wish me dead. I was going to score some coke last night when the girlfriend of the dealer tossed a bottle at my head. She started encouraging her boyfriend and his friends to hurt me and force fuck me. She was speaking in Spanish. I didn’t understand much but she was calling me an evil cunt. That much I understood. Whatever she was screaming, it worked. The guys swarmed me, stripped me naked and force fucked me into oblivion. My head got smashed against the wall. I thought they would kill me, but after an hour or so of fucking me to near unconsciousness, they stopped at her word. It was like she was a witch controlling them. Suddenly, she was standing over my battered body yelling at me in Spanish again. She lifted her leg, pissed on me like a dog marking her turf. They all laughed at me. I could understand her saying I was essentially a red headed whore. I was tossed out in the rain in my torn clothes without coke. The Spanish bitch wouldn’t let him sell drugs to a ginger whore saying it was bad luck because I was cursed. I was jonesing so bad to get high, that I sucked a dirty old cock of a homeless dude just to share a line. I ended up partying with some street junkies, but not before they made me their ass rape porn star first. I came home, battered and reeking of piss, but at least I got high.
He asked me if I wanted to have killer phone sex. I thought that just meant really hot fucking. Stupid me. I should have known a worthless dumb piece of shit would not get great sex. The moment I arrived all dolled up, he smacked my face telling me I looked like a whore. He made me take my makeup and clothes off. Next thing, he had a spreader bar between my legs and a ball gag in my mouth. My hands were handcuffed. He called in some friends to use his whore date. They looked at me like vultures before they had their way with my fuck holes for some gangbang rape porn. My so called date kept telling me I was just a fuck hole, a cum dump, and a toilet. Yes, they pissed all over me too. It was a long, horrific and humiliating night. They ravaged my cunt and ass with their cocks, fists and household objects so I was gaped and swollen, even bloody. They laughed at my tears. I was a prisoner all night. Bound, gagged, restrained, urinated on and force fucked, is just what a stupid whore gets. I needed to be reminded I am not the kind of woman men date. I am the kind of whore they use.
She said she wanted to make an ass rape porn with me. She was sexy and dominant. I couldn’t say no. When she asks a question, it is really an order. You can’t say no. She has killed bitches for less. I met her when I was high. She saw that I was a weak woman. She knew I was submissive. She shot me full of heroin. I am a coke and weed gal. That shit fucked me up. I would have said yes to dismemberment. Honestly, I thought she had a male friend lurking in her house who was going to sodomize me. She didn’t need a man. She was forceful and cruel all by herself. I saw her slip a ring on every finger. She didn’t use lube. She didn’t pace herself either. She rammed her fist of big rings up my asshole raw. Even high as a kite, it hurt. I felt my ass tearing. I felt blood trickling down my thigh. She licked it then kissed me so I could taste my blood. She laughed as I cried. I asked her why she was doing this to me. It was torture sex. She licked her fingers, adjusted her rings and said with a smirk, “Because you are a stupid whore, Blair.”
Domination phone sex is what I crave. I need a strong man for some slave training. I got more than I bargained for with Master Teddy. I answered an ad for a fetish model. Although, I am not super model pretty, I am no stranger to bondage modeling. The add called for a woman willing to be subjugated for a series of photos. I have done it before with no pay, so why not for fun money, right? When I arrived at the address that was texted to me, the set looked authentic. Turns out it looked authentic, because it was a real life dungeon. I was trapped. If I got out, it would not be because they let me go. It would be because I escaped, which I did. I think they underestimated this coke whore. I was collared, chained and thrown in a pen with other women. Food and water was on the floor in dishes with our names on it. We were being treated like dogs. It was a human dog fighting ring. We were the bait dogs. I watched a round in fear. I watched a waif of a girl be thrown into the bull pen with the hounds from hell. Within minutes there was nothing left of her but blood and a pile of bodily tissue and crushed bones. My head was held up so I was forced to see the carnage. I had been stripped down into my bra and panties, but no one searched me. I have a pierced clit with a long needle through my labia. When no one was looking, I yanked it out. When I was being walked to the bull pen, I stabbed the eye of the cunt leading me to my death. I ran like a bat out of hell. I escaped through a small basement window. I ran to the cops, but no one believed a strung out whore like me. They thought I was on an acid trip.
Ass rape porn is never what I want, but it is always what I get. Troy said I owed him money. I didn’t even remember this guy. Supposedly, we fucked months ago. I used him for drugs. I use every man for drugs. That is my reputation. Not like he didn’t get anything out of it, right? I felt no allegiance to him. He got pussy; I got coke. It is called a trade. Women don’t fuck for free. I don’t even fuck my husband without expecting something in return. He didn’t like my answer. He smacked my face so hard, my lip bled. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me by the hair and tossed me on the floor. His dick was out. He intended on collecting his money one way or another. He kicked me until I begged for mercy and promised to be a good slut for him. He even kicked me in the head. He pissed on me while laughing. He informed me that his fee went up because I was being a twat. I was contorted like a beach ball. My yoga pants tore at the seam from the position. He split them even further, then just ripped them off me. All he needed was room for his cock and access to my asshole. He pounded me like he was a hammer and I was a nail. He got in so deep. In that position, he could pin my arms back too so that if I fought or moved away he could snap my arms. Over an hour in that position was more torture sex than anal sex. I was bleeding, in pain with a prolapsed anus by the time he was done. He spat in my face and said sarcastically, “Next time pay up bitch.” Another lesson learned the hard way.
If you have murder phone sex fantasies, you are not alone. Most men harbor them; usually for a woman. My stepson has them for me. Since he was a wee boy, he has hated me because I was his father’s whore. But daddy married the whore and left the Madonna, my step son’s mother. Now, he is all grown up and his hatred is fueled by drugs and years of plotting revenge. He got in my face the other day and let off some steam. I called him a pussy who couldn’t get over the past. I didn’t realize he was high on meth. He flew into a rage, claiming he had fantasized about killing me for two decades. I told him he couldn’t kill me because pussies don’t act, they just whine and bitch. He snapped. He smacked me across the room. I tried to run, but he lunged at me, grabbed my leg and pulled me back towards him. He ripped off my clothes and set them on fire, while he tied me up. “Who is a pussy now, bitch,” he seethed. He pulled his cock out. I knew what was next. First, he pissed all over my face while laughing at me; then he fucked me. My cunt and my ass got fucked like a man with pent up rage would fuck: savagely. I was bleeding and crying. I couldn’t make him listen to me. I didn’t think he had this in him. Years of nothing but passive aggressive comments and now, I felt like he might very well kill me. He kicked me in the gut repeatedly like he was channeling A Clockwork Orange. I thought he was done, when he fell backwards on to the couch. Then he picked up the light, tightened the cord and wrapped it around my neck. Everything went dark.
If you enjoy gangbang rape porn, I have a story for you. I was at this guy’s house last weekend to score some party favors. Not my usual dealer, but I heard from a friend he would fuck a woman in exchange for dope. I was cash poor, but pussy rich. Not like I have not fucked for drugs before. It’s just sex? Means nothing. My dope, however, means everything. It is how I function. I get there and he is not alone. There are like 50 Mexican dudes there. I don’t know if it was a house party or just his posse. They all looked me up and down like I was fresh meat. I could understand a few words like punta and gringa. They wanted to fuck me. I was in way over my head. I was planning on fucking one sleazy guy for some coke, not an army of men. I had no say in the matter. They grabbed me, ripped my clothes off and slammed me down on the floor. Big brown hairy cocks chocked me until I puked. They didn’t care. They just saw my fuck holes open for business. Strong hands pinned me face down in my own vomit while I got sodomized, fucked and fisted. Other men were circle jerking around me, dousing me in cum. I was violated like a street corner hooker. I could feel my cunt and ass bleeding. I could feel the life being choked out of me slowly and cruelly. I was in pain. I couldn’t speak from all the cocks rammed down my throat. They were laughing as I gagged and gasped for air. Finally, they stopped. No idea why. I guess I had drained them all. I was a ball of sweat, blood, cum and puke. When I tried to slither to the door, a foot stomped me on my back. “We aren’t done with you yet gringa,” one of them laughed.
What are your rape phone sex fantasies? Men are not the only ones that harbor such dark desires. In fact, women love to be force fucked. I want a man to take what is his. I want a man to treat me like a whore. I am a whore. I fuck young boys. I do drugs. I let men degrade and use me. Telling them to force fuck me is mild. I was in a bold mood last night. I told the guys dealing me drugs they weren’t man enough to assault a fly. That didn’t go over well. One guy punched me in the mouth while his friend ripped my panties off and shoved them down my throat. I underestimated those punks. They were high school or college boys. Petty dope dealers on the corner. I was in a different town without my usual connections. They didn’t want to fuck a used up old MILF in exchange for some blow. I thought all young boys liked older women. “We like clean MILFs, not skanks,” one laughed at the suggestion that my diseased old twat was worth even a bump. That’s when I got mouthy. They beat me black and blue before they made me their gangbang rape porn star. I blacked out a few times from blows to the head. I woke up this morning in an alley when a homeless man was pissing on me. I was banged up good. I guess I should learn not to taunt the masculinity of men, but I am a glutton for punishment.
Ass Rape Porn Sunday? Apparently, it is for me. I came over to score some coke last night. I walked into a stranger’s house asking to score. I broke the rules for drug buying, but I was desperate and I knew he was a dealer. I just didn’t know he was in the process of killing someone when I barged in. I saw the blood splatter on the wall. A bloody bat on the kitchen floor was the obvious weapon. I saw no body. I acted like I had the wrong house, but one of his goons grabbed me and slammed me into the wall. I woke up chained to the bed. I called out for help, but the goon that slammed against the wall last night was the only one that answered my cries. His dick was out. He was not going to help me. He was there to torture my fuck holes. He started by force fucking my asshole. He had a very thick dick. I felt my asshole gaping. He pissed up inside me and laughed. After he came, he snorted some coke but refused to share. He wanted me alert when he rammed the bloody bat up my asshole. I never knew who they killed, but likely his brain matter was now up my ass. He was relentless in his thrusts. I could feel the blood pouring out my severed sphincter. I was laying there in a pool of blood, on the floor, when I realized not all the blood was mine. I was looking at a dead guy under the bed missing the back of his head. I begged to be put down. I couldn’t take the torture sex anymore. They weren’t going to let me escape. I knew and saw too much. He refused to kill me. I was their torture doll. I will be around as long as my body can handle it.
