Torture sex is all I am good for apparently. I stopped by to see my drug dealer, well one of them at least. I have a few. He was all fucked up on some new pure cocaine. He was acting all erratic. Scared me actually. I was hoping to pay him and get on my way, but he had other plans for me. He grabbed my red mane and dragged me down his basement stairs. From there he preceded to string me up to a beam in his basement. It was all set of with BDSM equipment. He had no idea I was coming over, so I was not the first girl in his little torture palace. I am sure I would not be the last one. I had no clue why he was acting so aggressive with me. I didn’t even owe him money. Not yet at least. I think it was the drugs bringing out his nasty side. He is a mean son of a bitch by nature, but normally this bad. My arms were stretched over my head. My feet barely touching the floor. I was in pain from hanging just inches off the floor. I begged for him to let me go. I said he could fuck me all he wanted. That held no appeal to him. He wanted to hurt me for entertainment. He started with a whip. A big long leather whip that tore through my flesh. As blood tricked down my body, I saw him get out a big scary looking cattle prod. I gasped in fear. Rightfully so too. He shoved the cattle pound up my ass. It was not turned on, but I knew it was like a sick version of Russian Roulette. I would not know when or for how long, but he would turn it on while it was up my ass. A few minutes of ass rape porn with a cattle prod then it was pure torture when he turned it on. I shit and pissed myself. I prayed that I would pass out. Luckily, my wish was granted. I woke up covered in my own piss and shit with a note on a bag of cocaine that said, “You earned this bitch.” Damn right I did. It may have been a lot of pain and humiliation, but I got free coke. Silver linings.
I have a bondage phone sex story to share. I am a submissive whore. Normally, a pain slut fuck doll. Torture, snuff and rape fantasies and rough anal are among my favorite things. Bondage has always been a little vanilla for me actually. That all changed this weekend. My dealer offered me a sweet deal. He had a big time supplier for shit heavier than I do who wanted to make a bondage film for his spank bank. His only requirement for the lead was that she be a red headed MILF. I was going to get my usual weekend blow package free for 6 months if I did this favor for him. I scratch his back he does the same for his heroin supplier, everyone is happy. It was not a happy ending; at least not for me. His dealer was Russian. A big tall burly man who looked like he could snap my neck with two fingers. As soon as I arrived, I knew I should not have agreed to this little endeavor. My greed for drugs got the best of me. Mr. X as he called himself, immediately strung me up so I was suspended mid air. It was painful to say the least. My legs were stretched out; I was gagged and my arms were pinned behind me as I hung from ropes above a thick tube of some sort. Mr. X was a puppet master, controlling the strings so I danced up and down this pole. It had the girth of a baseball bat, but was twice as long. He pulled some strings literally and he impaled my pussy on this fuck stick that gaped me wide open. The pain was unbearable. I have had many a big thing up my fuck holes, but the head of this torture sex device was covered in thumb tacks. Every time I was lowered down, my pussy and ass got impaled by sharp objects, shredding my insides. I passed out a few times. Nothing a bucket of ice cold water couldn’t revive. My torture lasted almost 12 hours. My pussy was shredded; my ass prolapsed and my dignity gone. But who needs dignity when you have 6 months of free coke?
Torture sex is for the man’s pleasure. As a fuck pig, I understand my place. I know I am here for whatever a man needs from punching bag to snuff doll. My step son is a man of cruel intentions. He has never liked me. I have been his punching bag since he was a school boy. In fact, he was the first man to break me. The irony was that he was no man at the time. Just a young teen boy. His hatred of me fueled his desire to make me his bitch. I had been married to his father less than a year when it first happened. My husband went out of the country for a week, leaving me in charge of my step son. Little did my husband know that that his young son was clearly the one in charge of me. This was before my husband and I had little ones of our own. A mommy never forgets the moment when her boy owns her. I had gone down to the basement because he informed me there was some sort of wounded animal trapped by the cellar door. As I walked down the dark stairs, he pushed me. I was the wounded animal. He chained me up. Put a collar on me and told me he was in charge now. I was scared. He denied me light, food, even water. My only diet for several days was his piss and cum. He fucked my ass repeatedly, even smacked me around and fisted my fuck holes. I was not leaving my basement dungeon until I said, “You own me. I am your bitch.” I fought it for a few days, but then I grew weak and a little crazy from sensory deprivation. He broke me. I have been his ever since. He is in his 20s now, but stronger and way crueler than ever.
Snuff porn is not just all about young coeds. Most of the snuff films I have seen involve young school girls, but there is a market out there for mommy and MILF snuff films too. I know. I am always told I deserve to die for being a piece of shit whore. My drug dealer took a hit out on me recently because of all the money I owe him. I knew it was just a matter of time before my dead corpse was rotting in an alley dumpster. The sad thing is no one will know I am missing. Well, they won’t care that I am missing. I am trying to stay hidden in this underground dungeon club. It may be safe from my dealer, but it is not safe. The male members of this club are into torture sex. I have been hiding out here for days now and I wish I was dead. It is a miracle I am alive with all the sick things they have been doing to me. Some of what they have done makes shitting in my mouth seem approved for the Disney Channel. One guy took pleasure in fucking my ass with a broken dirty beer bottle. I can still feel shards of glass stuck inside my asshole. Another man made me drink a mixture of maggots and cum. I puked it up, then had to lick it back up. Another sadist put a sewer rat up my cunt and stitched my pussy lips together. The rodent clawed at my cunt for hours making me bleed from the inside out. I know I am safe from my dealer here. He would never come to such a sick depraved place, but I may not make it out alive at this rate. I am disease ridden, bloody, infected and ruined. A bullet to the head is welcomed at this point.
I owe my dealer a lot of money. For awhile, I was always able to work it off with a little ass rape porn. A couple months ago, however, he cut me off. Said my ass was no longer good enough payment. At least not for the amount of coke I use in a week. I was scoring from his competitor but he cut me off too. It appears I am an old used up whore these days who can no longer score drugs for free. My husband doesn’t give me a big enough allowance to cover my nose candy problem. I am resourceful, however. I placed an ad on Craigslist that I was a MILF whore available for all sorts of photo and film shoots. Nothing was off limits. I got a few nibbles, so I perused the one with the biggest pay out. It appeared to be a gangbang rape porn shoot. Over 100 black men. I’ve fucked plenty of black dudes before, never that many in a day, however. I didn’t have any coke, but they gave me a shot of smack. Never done it before, but they said it would help. It was like I went to another planet. I was not stiff at all. They sure were though. I swallowed as many cocks as I could at a time. My mouth was so full of monster cock that I fucked up the alignment of my teeth. They started cumming pretty quickly down my throat. So much cum, I puked repeatedly. They savagely went for my ass. Hands strangled my throat as they stockpiled their monster cocks in my asshole at once. Pretty sure my ass prolapsed. Another shot of smack, more cocks, more savagery and more cum. I woke up with the money I was promised, bloody, battered and drenched in cum. And a big old smack problem.
Gangbang rape porn is what they wanted. I just wanted gas. I ran out around midnight last night. I was in a bad part of town because that is where women like me go to score drugs. I used all my money for coke. Thought for sure I had enough gas to get home. Wrong. I called AAA and waited on the hood of my car when a pickup pulled up, I thought maybe it was AAA. It was so dark outside. Wrong again. It was truck full of rednecks. I knew I was in trouble. They were a long way from the cornfields, so I knew they were likely scoring drugs too. Meth heads by the look and smell of them. I tried to be polite and pass on their help with the explanation AAA was on their way. When they got out of the truck, I put some coke up my nose quickly because I knew what was next. They circled me on the hood of my car before they pinned me down. I prayed for AAA to come quickly or another motorist. No such luck. A gang of meth head rednecks force fucked me on the hood my car. They fisted my ass, pissed in my face, punched me and burned me with cigarettes. The coke I did was not enough to wash away the pain. I was a victim of opportunity for them. I’ve learned I am nothing but a vessel for cum and that boys will be boys so I should just accept whatever they want to do to me. I laid on the hood of my car like a dead fish praying it would be over soon. Soon was 5 hours. AAA never showed up. Apparently they don’t come to the neighborhood I was in because it is too dangerous. I had to let my attackers take me home. I guess you can imagine how I had to repay them.
Strangulation phone sex something that gets your dick hard? Apparently my step son has strangulation fantasies I knew nothing about. I was sound asleep last night when I was awaken by cold hands on my throat. I thought it was a joke, but I guess the joke was on me. I looked up and saw my step son’s face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking heavily. He is a very mean drunk. He wanted to fuck me, but I was not high. Plus his dad was in the house. I fought him, but he just kept tightening his grip around my throat. I was choking. I could feel pressure building up in my head and my eyes. I was kicking until I passed out. When I woke up his cock was shoved down my throat and his fist in my ass. As soon as I came too I started struggling again. His fist left my ass and went back on my throat. I clawed at his hands, but he was strong. He has always resented me for marrying his father because I was the mistress. I could feel the rage in his grip. I kept passing out and waking back up with his cock or fist in a fuck hole. I felt helpless. He was getting off on torturing me. I managed to elbow him in the balls and get away. It was momentarily because when I saw my face in the mirror I was horrified. I was blue. Purple veins were popped out in my head. My eyes were blood red. I looked like the Bride of Frankenstein. In my pause, he regained control and was angrier than ever. He bounced me off the wall dizzying me. I slumped to the ground where he violated me repeatedly for hours. He scares me. One of these days he is going to kill me right under his father’s nose.
Fantasy phone sex is what I specialize in. I am the girl for your dark desires. Anything from rape fantasies to snuff, I do it. A caller asked me what my fantasy was last night. Usually, no one cares about what a stupid whore wants, so I was thrilled to tell him that I have always dreamed about being a vampire. I was obsessed with the HBO series True Blood. I read all the books too. One vampire in particular, Eric, was a Nordic god. Dominant too. Just what I like. A sexy in charge man. My caller liked the idea of being an S and M vampire. I walked into his bar, saw him and got weak. He cast a spell on me I couldn’t resist. In that moment, I became his. One bite on the neck turned me. He drained my blood. Snuffed me out then brought me back to life as his immortal vampire queen. I may have had the power to kill, but I was still his bitch. He turned me for the purpose of procuring him young girls. The beauty of being a vampire is that you stay the age you were when turned forever. Perfect for a P man. I had to get him some little angels. He described his perfect type and I knew just where to find them. Luckily it is still dark in the morning when the little ones are waiting for the school bus. I picked up three sisters all just a year apart, none of them sexually developed yet. Just how my master likes them. Watching them submit willingly to snuff sex like I did was intoxicating, but what made my cunt wet was their screams as he tore holes in their tiny necks. They died but were reborn as immortal little ones the next day. They will never grow old. And, the hottest part, they will stay virgins forever. Even when master violates their little fuck holes, the very next day the hymens grow back. Who knew that being a vampire was the perfect lifestyle for P men? What is your dark fantasy?
Gangbang rape porn sounds bad, but it is actually really hot. Even when I am not looking for a group force fuck scenario, once I think about it in the aftermath, my cunt gets wet. A few weeks ago I was jogging in the park near the local university. I saw some college boys running. Thought nothing about it. That was until they swarmed me, pushing me off the path, into the woods. One of them recognized me. He knew my step son. He goes to the same university. I guess my step son has had some locker room talk about his submissive whore step mother. I was in trouble. I needed to pick up my boys from school. I pleaded with them, even offered to meet them later. Don’t think they bought that. They didn’t want anything consensual. They just wanted to take what they wanted. They started groping my breasts, yanking my red hair, slapping my face and tugging my clothes off. I attempted to scream, but got punched in the face. These were rough boys. One pulled a branch off a tree. After I was stripped naked, he whipped my back with it. I was ready to be their fuck doll, but for the meantime, they were content on making me their whipping post. I could feel blood trickling down my back. I grabbed the leg of the guy in front of me to pull myself up, but he stomped on my hand then pulled his cock out and pissed on me. His buddies started sodomizing me too. Not with their cocks, however. They fucked my ass and cunt with branches and rocks. It was torture sex. Not at all the gang bang style fucking I had expected from college boys. Some dog started barking and a lady saw us. She scared off the guys before they could hurt me deadly, but they know where I live.
Don’t deny it. I give you rape phone sex fantasies, don’t I? I bet I remind you of mommy? Your mommy was a whore for everyone else but you. She walked around in barely any clothing. She never wore a bra in the house. She left the door open while she showered. She was not quiet when she fucked or masturbated. Yet, when you would steal her panties or jack off thinking of her, she punished you for being a pervert. Your mom clearly was a cock teasing whore who needed to be taught a lesson. You are never too old to force fuck your mommy. I bet she needs a good stiff cock up the ass too. My oldest boy sure put me in my place when he got older. I use to shame him for stealing my panties and cumming in them. Once he became a teen, he decided I was his whore. The first time he force fucked me, I remember like it was yesterday. He had a pair of my soiled panties. He stormed into my bedroom, pulled me out of bed, pushed me on my knees and shoved my panties in my mouth along with his cock. He told me how I was not cock teasing him any more right before he rammed his hard dick up my ass. His big balls slapped my ass as he pulled my red mane of hair. I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed his aggressiveness. He was taking what he wanted. In retrospect, I was a cock teasing mommy. Perhaps we all are when we have sons because we secretly long to fuck our sons. We just sometimes need our baby boys to take control, put us in our place. Admit it. You have taboo phone sex fantasies about mommy.
