Violent phone sex is what he was in the mood for. He told me I was a worthless wore. I had no choice but to take his abuse. He is my step-son and he is prone to violent outbursts. Mostly, those outbursts are aimed at me. He is a bigger drug fiend than me. I stole a tad of coke from him, not even a noticeable amount, but I guess he weighs his shit daily and knew some was missing. I denied it, but he knew I was lying. He strung me up by my hair. I could feel the hair ripping from my scalp. It was a kind of pain I had never experience before. I gave out a blood curdling scream from the basement in hopes a neighbor or someone would hear. My husband was at the movies with our young sons. I could be dead before they got back. My husband knows his son hates me, but he has no clue how deep his hatred goes. He cut me down. I lost a few inches of hair, but he feared some one would hear my screams. He decided to punch me repeatedly in the face, then skull fuck me. He wasn’t done yet. He watches too much ass rape porn. He wanted my ass. He pulled my red locks while he rode my ass. No lube, just a hardcore ass fucking while calling me names. As soon as he saw the car headlights pull into the driveway, he stopped. I was bloodied and battered with cum dripping out of my ass. I wanted to tell my husband what an awful son he had but feared I would be cut off financially. I splashed some water on my face and put a bandana on my head to cover the areas were my hair ripped off. I decided that its better to take my stepson’s abuse then to live in poverty.
Snuff sex was my sacrifice. I was imprisoned with a bunch of disobedient whores. Our jailer selected my name as the sacrifice. I was to die. I was to take all the pain, so my fellow jailbirds would not have too. I was not the one acting unruly. I fought and protested, but that only brought on more pain. My jailer caned my chest. Hard smacks across my tits prompted me to yelp and holler in pain. I pleaded more, but I only got more smacks harder in intensity than the ones before. I was crying, even screaming in pain. I tried to understand that what I was doing was a sacrifice, but I didn’t want to die. Not this why at least, but Master said a sacrifice must be made for the greater good. My death would not be in vain. I saw him throwing the noose over the tree. I started fearing I would be lynched or burned alive like slaves not long ago. My fellow prisoners watched in awe and fear as our jailer slipped the rope around my neck. I was on my tip toes, teetering to not fall off the small crate I was standing on. I peed myself in fear. This was it. This was how a worthless whore was going to die. It is how I died. He thanked me for my sacrifice as he kicked the crate out from under my feet. I felt the noose tighten around my neck as I was floundering in the air like a fish out of water. I struggled to breathe. I felt the light slowly go dark. I made the ultimate sacrifice for my fellow prisoners. I could only hope that my death would not be in vain. I could only hope that my death would serve as a reminder that bad behavior has consequences.
I didn’t want to make a gangbang rape porn but I need money to get high. I walked into this dirty bookstore in hopes I could get something going. This is a trucker stop and its known as a lot lizard skank hangout. Girls needing a fix show up and can be rented out for movies or sex for quick money. It’s prostitution, but the loop hole is they say its porn. The owner takes money for two people or more to fuck, he films it and that makes it legal. Guys get pussy and a home-made porn as a memento. I was the oldest chick there. All the other girls were hot teen sluts in need of a fix, but I was a dirty old whore and I knew my odds were slim in getting selected. That was when I told the guys they could do anything they wanted to me, even make a hardcore ass rape porn. I ended up taking on 5 guys to get the money I needed to get high for a few days. I should have not handed myself over with no restrictions because these men when crazy on my ass. They fucked it raw for shits and giggles. They laughed when my asshole bled and even prolapsed. This was being filmed too. One of the truckers said since I was such a used up skank, he was going to have his co-pilot fuck my old ass too. His co-polit had 4 legs. He hooked his nasty, slimy red rocket up my ass while the others came on my face. I was covered in cum both man made and not man made. It was dripping out my ass and was tinged with shit and blood, which I had to lick off their dicks. I got my money, so I went and got high and tried to forget it all.
Sex with dead bodies is what they wanted but the problem was that I was still alive. I thought it was just a gang bang. I was high and down to fuck. I wanted to have fun, I didn’t want to die. They had other ideas for me. At first, it was like a joke. They were skull fucking me and talking about the various ways they could kill me. I didn’t take them seriously until I saw the knives and ropes. I tried to play it off, act like I wasn’t scared, but I was. I was terrified. These were young clean-cut guys. They weren’t killers. One of the guys grabbed me by the throat and said they all came from money, so they could make it happen. Rich entitled boys. I knew they wanted to snuff me out. They picked up a druggie whore to fuck and kill. They were getting hard describing the various brutal ways they could kill me. One of the guys said he should just break my neck like a chicken. They all started pulling me in various directions. I wasn’t sure if it was to fuck me or to kill me. Snuff sex was imminent. I could feel it. That is when things got real. As they were pulling me in different directions, one of them said they should just pull my limbs off and fuck my dying stump. They meant it and I knew it. One by one they savagely pulled off a limb. An arm, a leg, then another arm and another leg. I was lying there a stump, bleeding out and going into shock as they started fucking my stump and laughing. I was high but in pain. I felt it all, every ounce of pain until everything went dark. I hope my dead body made a good snuff porn.
Ass rape porn is always more than I bargain for with BG. I don’t know his real name, but that is what every one calls him. He is a notorious drug dealer with a sadistic desire to destroy the asses of strung out women in need of a fix. I try to avoid him. He is a desperate call only. I found myself desperate. I texted him for a fix the other night, but he said my ass is all used up and he was not interested. What the fuck. I was desperate to get high and no one else will give me drugs. I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. What if I brought him a young girl with a virgin ass? I thought that would be worth some coke. He agreed. If I brought him an ass virgin, she could be my surrogate for his torture sex needs. My husband was going to hate me, but I borrowed his niece. She is a hot teen slut. Honestly, she is a brat and a cock tease, so this was a great idea. She can earn me some drugs and maybe get her attitude cut down a bit. I told her I was taking her back to school shopping. Just a little white lie. BG was pleased with her looks, but she pitched a fit. That was easily taken care of with a ball gag. To add to his twisted desires, he wanted me to help gape her ass. We put our hands up her tight teen ass together. Gaped her wide like the Grand Canyon. She was struggling, but I was enjoying it. She is a little self-entitled bitch anyway. BG took her ass cherry as I watched and snorted lines. I am going to have some explaining to do, because that little cunt won’t keep her mouth shut. I don’t care. I got my blow.
Bondage phone sex gets extra kinky when you are high as fuck and your master has you trapped in his basement. I don’t know how I got where I was, but I woke up upside down suspended from the ceiling getting skull fucked. Sucking a big dick upside down is not easy. You can’t breathe and you gag nonstop. Carlos was going rough too. That was the point. He wanted to suffocate me on his cock. My hands were bound as were my legs and arms. I couldn’t move. Carlos was in control. He had me floating in the air gagging on his cock. He would shoot a load of cum in my mouth and damn near kill me. I didn’t know who he was or how I got there. I could have been sold to the highest bidder for all I knew. He didn’t talk much. He was just interested in cumming and smothering me with his big dick. I was getting sick suspended upside down. At one point I puked. Cum and vomit sprayed out my nose and mouth. It was gross, but it made him just fuck me harder. He fucked me until he was drained. He cut me down and I landed in the pile of cum and puke. I was still restrained, so I couldn’t get up. He let me stay there overnight until he freed my hands. I ran as fast as I could home.
Taboo phone sex sluts like me get into some bad situations. Over the weekend, I was partying with some frat boys. They have great drugs and like to party. Things got nasty quickly. I have partied with these dudes before with no problem, but there was a new guy in the frat. He was the ring leader of this bunch and he said redheads are the devil. That made them all look at me differently. They swarmed me and chanted “die bitch” over and over. I wasn’t sure if they were serious or joking. It felt real. When they started choking me and forcing their dicks in my ass like I was a dirty ass rape porn star, I knew they didn’t care about me at all. I was going to be beaten, choked and fucked to death. The got their kicks fisting my ass. They had on big college rings and laughed at my gaping bloody ass. I cried, which made them laugh even more. Hours went by and they were stilling fucking me and passing me around like candy. I was close to passed but they didn’t care. They still chanted things like “die bitch,” “die whore.” I am scrappy, but this was too much. They were enjoying torturing me, treating me like garbage. I wanted to die, but they wanted to make the pain last and they did.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Many men have more than fantasies. I know. I am often force fucked. I ask for it. I am a druggy whore. Guys know what I am looking for when I go to certain places. I have that will fuck for drugs look all over my face. This one guy wanted to have me gangbanged. He was a black dealer, but he just wanted to watch his junkie clients sodomize me. I don’t do smack, but this night I did. He shoved a needle in my arm and I went limp. It hit me quickly. I was being passed around like a party favor. I vaguely recall one guy saying I needed a sponge to clean up all the jizz running out of my ass. Another dude shoved my torn panties up my ass to soak it up. Then I remember those cum soaked panties being shoved in my mouth as a ball gag because I started screaming when the ass rape porn started. Fists, shoes, cocks, even dirty needless went up my ass. My ass was bleeding from the needles cutting into my flesh. The smack made me feel like I was out of my body watching men abuse and degrade me. When the smack wore off, I felt every inch of what they did to my body. There is not enough cock in the world to make me not feel that pain. Three days later, my ass is still bleeding and prolapsed.
It was a domination phone sex call. I get a lot of those as a submissive slave. Some phone masters remind me of real life experiences. Master Ted reminded me of this one time when I was fucking out of desperation for coke. Why? Well, Master Ted was having me fuck myself with various things I could find in the house. A rolling pin, a wine bottle, a curling iron, a hairbrush, even my own fist. Once time this dealer told me he would give me coke if I entertained him. I tried to suck his dick, but he slapped me away, much like my phone master. Some men love using my skanky holes, others won’t get near me with a ten-foot pole. They don’t want anything to do with my skanky holes. I was desperate for coke that night like I often am. I started dancing for him and he laughed. He shamed me for thinking I was sexy like a stripper. I had two strikes, so I had to think quickly. I saw a baseball bat and I grabbed it. I started pushing it up my cunt and he didn’t roll his eyes, so I knew I was going in the right direction this time. He shifted his legs, which usually means hard dick in pants. I fucked my cunt so hard, I was raw. Like hurts raw. What got me the blow was putting that bat up my ass like an ass rape porn star. I ruined my asshole, but I got my coke. Master Ted was getting off listening to me fuck my pussy and ass with things way too big to be fucking my holes with. If you call me for some subby fun, remember I will put anything up my holes to please you.
Ass rape porn happens just about anywhere I go. Something about me screams my holes are open for torture to men when they meet me. I checked into a no tell motel last night to get high. My husband knows I have a problem, but I am not allowed to get high at home if the boys are home. He was home last night and on my last nerve, so I fucked my dealer, scored some dope and went to this crack motel. Everyone there is either doing illicit drugs or lot lizard skanks selling their fuck holes to truckers or druggies. I am not proud to go there. I am an upper class housewife, but I have no place I can get high. I was feeling good when some dude broke down my door. It wasn’t hard to do. He had a few friends with him. I guess they thought I snubbed them when I checked in. I didn’t need to fuck, I had my medicine. I just ignored their “hey babies.” They thought I owed him an apology. One guy tied me up, so I couldn’t fight. Once I was secure, they took turns force fucking my ass and pussy. They smelled like sweat and gas. They didn’t just fuck me. They pissed on me and slapped me around. They were drunk bastards. I just had to endure it until they got bored. They did leave, but they left me tied up and the door open. Apparently, they told the other folks at the hotel I was down to fuck. All night, random men came into my room and fucked me. Some just beat me or came on me, a few fisted me. It was a nightmare. I never got to enjoy my blow. Guess that is just a day in the life of a taboo phone sex junkie.
