Taboo phone sex is my specialty. I have long lived a taboo lifestyle with my boys. My oldest son use to be mommy’s little boy, now he is mommy’s master. He went from submissive to dominant almost overnight. Usually he is good to me, but occasionally he likes to abuse me, even pimp me out. He was in one of his less loving moods recently. He had been looking at family rape porn and vintage bondage films. I guess it got his head swirling. He came home from school, grabbed me roughly off the couch and made me strip naked. I thought he was going to force fuck me to relieve some stress. Maybe give my ass a good hardcore fucking.
He made me put on a coat and he tossed me into the car. We drove up to the lake cabin. Nothing good ever happens to me in the cabin. We were not alone. There was a family there. WTF? He has pimped me out before, but never to a family. He shoved me on the ground, tied my hands behind my back and started forcing fucking my face while a couple and their two brats watched. “This is how you treat mommy whores,” he said as he grabbed my red locks and slammed my head on his cock. My eyes were watering as he assaulted my face with such force. After he came down my throat, he tossed me to the man. I assumed to fuck me, but the guy tied me up. As he was hogtying me, I noticed the little boy and girl holding rope. They grabbed their momma and followed suit.
Just two little tykes with evil in their eyes as they bound and gagged their momma. She didn’t put up a fight. This Norman Rockwell looking family was a taboo incest family like mine, only the brats were starting way younger than my son did on using their mommy. My son started fucking my mouth again as the papa force fucked my ass. The two brats abused their mommy in similar fashion. The little angelic looking girl took a big dildo strapon to her mommy’s ass with no lube while her brother skull fucked her with his boy pecker. They were calling their mother all sorts of nasty names and wailing on her fuck holes hard. I’m seasoned. She was not. Her ass started bleeding from the ass assault her daughter was giving her. My son was so turned on watching that little sprite force fuck her mommy’s ass that he came all over my face again.
We both were bound for hours. The brats took turns fucking us and practicing their rope skills. I had been pimped out for some taboo family learning lesson on how to break mommies into submission. I was being dominated by wee ones from hell. I’d never seen such aggression in brats so young. Bad seeds indeed. I actually felt sorry for her. She married the devil and bore his spawn. She has decades of daily family abuse in store for her.
Taboo phone sex subjects are my favorite for phone calls. Incest, rape fantasies, torture, BDSM, bathroom play, four legged friends, even snuff. You don’t call me if vanilla is what you crave. I’m a subby bitch whore in real life and on the phone. This weekend my son pimped me out to one of his friends. He does that often. “Why should one of my friends pay for common street hooker, when they can buy you. A suburban, classy, clean soccer mom,” he said to me as he pushed me into the arms of Edgar, a 45 year old co worker of his with a love for S and M games. I was blindfolded and thrown in the back of his van.
He threw me in a cage in his basement where I remained for 24 hrs in the dark with no food, water or human contact. I was forced to pee and defecate in the cage. Because I could not see, I was stepping in my own waste. I felt so violated. When Edgar returned for me he called me a “filthy pig.” I was forced to oink like a pig and roll around in my own shit. I wanted to wretch. This was not how I wanted to be treated. “You were bought and sold bitch. Stop your whining. I own you for at least another day,” he quipped as he pulled my head back gruffly and slapped a heavy chain around my neck.
I stood before him, naked, covered in my excrement, shackled and scared. He used a cattle prod to shock me, which made me piss down my leg further. He shoved the prod up my ass and I convulsed so hard I shit and puked all over the floor. These torture sex games went on for hours until I passed out in a pool of my body fluids. I woke up back in the cage with the words “dirty fuck pig” carved into my chest.
I thought that was the end of it; that I would soon be home to my son. It was just the beginning. I felt a fire hose turn on me, washing the skank off me. Naked, wet and scared, I was yanked from the cage, thrown in a room and sodomized for hours. Ass rape porn was part of the package. Edgar shared my tight asshole with about 50 of his closest friends. Instead of being covered in my own shit and piss, I was now doused in cum. By the time they were done with me, I prayed for death. I wondered if my son knew just how badly his business associate was going to treat his mommy? How would you treat your mother?
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When my son was younger, he often listened in on my taboo phone sex calls. This filled his head with all sorts of taboo ideas to explore with his dirty mommy. He thought my phone calls were real; he had no concept of fantasy or role playing at his age. When he grew up, he was consumed with forbidden thoughts of his mother. I have been his little taboo fuck slut ever since. He loves to use and humiliate me.
This weekend I suffered the ultimate degradation with him and one of his friends. I was asleep in my bed when they stormed my room. They reeked of alcohol. My son dragged me by the hair out of bed while his friend tied me up. They force fucked my ass. Both of their young cocks hammered my tight asshole for hours. I was begging and pleading for them to stop. It hurt so bad having two cocks shoved in my tiny hole. “Shut up bitch. Your ass needs primed for what comes next,” my son yelled at me. I was scared. What else did he have in store for me? I felt like I was the star of an ass rape porn, instead of just the mother of a kinky son.
They both deposited large loads of boy seed in my ass. Cocks were quickly replaced with fists. My son and his friend fisted my gaping cum filled asshole. My own son was fisting me. My ass was being stretched out beyond recognition. I would never shit right again after this. But what came next was far worse, far more taboo than fisting. My son’s friend tied me to the bed, while he left the room. He returned with a four legged beast. He likely weighed 200 pounds. I could see the rocket on him and it was bigger than most men. I prayed it was a joke, but then my son smeared peanut butter on my swollen cum filled back door.
The furry beast was unleashed on me by my own son. His rocket hooked into my ass and I could not break free from him. Felt like shards of barbed wire shredding my ass up. His big furry balls smacked my ass repeatedly. There was nothing I could do but wait for him to bust his nut. My son and his friend laughed at me, even egged on man’s best friend to fuck me harder. His huge tongue was lapping at my ear and neck. He was slobbering all over me as he pumped deep inside of me. I could feel blood and cum running out my ass. After Fido finally busted his nut inside me, I was forced to shit it out on the floor and lick it up. The taste of the beast’s cum was bitter and disgusting. I felt like dying of shame.
My son took pictures to blackmail me with in case I ever deny him a sick taboo fantasy. He said he has even more disgusting plans for us in the future. I shudder at the thought of what could be worse than this. What taboo fantasies do you have? Rape fantasies? Incest? Fisting? Scat? Pissing? Four legged beast? Torture? Snuff? If you were my son, you could do any taboo thing you wanted to me.
Master had an idea for making ass rape porn. He purchased a hearse. I call it the snuffmobile because all the girls he makes his little porn movies with, never leave the vehicle breathing. He gutted it out, put in a mattress, bondage equipment, even torture devices. My job is to be his accomplice. I procure girls for Master, preferably young girls and drive it around while he entertains them in the back. It is surprisingly easy. Between hitch hikers, runaways, brats left unattended at the mall and drunk girls, I have been able to bring him lots of flesh for his mobile torture studio.
Today I brought him a tender young girl I picked up at the mall. She was lost. I went into Mommy mode, told her I knew her mommy and she was waiting for her in the parking lot. I shoved her into the back of the snuffmobile, where Master and his crew took over. I don’t like being involved in hurting little ones; it goes against my maternal instincts. But I want to live, so I have to do what Master wants. Dying goes against my survival instincts.
I could hear her screams from the front seat. Master had a camera installed so when his victim is left alone, he can see what she is doing while driving to our next destination. I peaked in while driving. He had her naked, spread eagle on the mattress. She was bound, gagged and being anally assaulted. He spanked her; fisted her tight little cunny to prime it for hardcore anal fucking. One of his henchmen was filming it all. The little girl was crying for her mommy as she got forced fucked in all her little holes. This hearse also served as a P-mobile. He was anally assaulting young girls in the back and filming it all.
This little girl that I helped kidnap was going to die in the snuffmobile. I know Mater well enough to know that he was not gonna risk letting her go when she could identify us all. I watched as he sliced her little bee sting boobies off. She laid their bleeding all over the white sheets again. The little thing was battered and broken, but the more blood that Master drew from her, the harder he got. It was a vicious cycle. He would cut off a body part, then fuck her. Cut off another body part, fuck her some more. Eventually she was just a lifeless little stump covered in blood with cum oozing out of her fuck holes. He was now making snuff porn.
He had me stop the snuffmobile near the city dump. He tossed her lifeless body in a landfill and we drove off to pick up the next victim. Next up to star in one of his force fuck porns and die in his hearse was a teen hitch hiker. Stupid cunt. She should know better than to take ride from strangers.
When he said we were going to a Goth club, I got excited. Something new. I was not familiar with the lifestyle, but as a good submissive, I did my research so I could please him. I discovered 23 varieties of goth. Some I was familiar with like the emo punk girl, the death metal head banger, even the vampire goth. But others like steampunk and rivethead goths, I was not at all familiar. I decided to dress as a Victorian/Elizabethan goth. That way I could be sexy and sophisticated with a whimsy of romance. Goths are romantic, dark, mysterious, even a little morbid. I was going to enjoy this club. From what I read Goths were not violent, just kinky. They dabble in the BDSM culture, pagan rituals and the occult, but are basically just a gloomy lot of sexual deviants. Surely, I would fit in.
The club was an old castle turned into a private nightclub. My companion paid thousands of dollars for a VIP suite for the night. The room had an eerie feel. On the surface, it looked romantic and dark. Very Victorian era. Something wicked was lurking beneath the surface, however, I just had a feeling. It is not my place to question a Master. Ever. I ignored my feeling, did as I was told. Master tied me up, skull fucked me, force fucked my ass, even flogged me. We played our usual master and servant game. I convinced myself this was just a fantasy role play for us; something different than the usual bondage games.
Master told me he had a surprise for me. He blindfolded me. I could hear him opening a door, talking in a whispered tone, then I heard silence and a loud thud, then more silence. When he removed the blindfold, I saw a coffin. At first I thought maybe this was a vampire fetish he wanted to explore. I wish that was it. Master thought it would be fun for me to fuck a corpse. I thought he was joking. Certainly this was just a guy pretending to be dead, so I climbed into the coffin to show Master what a good girl I am. The body was ice cold. There was an awful smell. I tried to leap off, but Master held a knife to my throat. “Be a good girl Blair, or you will be punished, permanently,” he said. Such a sinister smile on his face when he said it too.
When I asked how I was suppose to fuck a dead guy, he slapped my face so hard, he busted my lip. I was giving a hand job to a lifeless dick. I felt sick. His cock would not get hard, not even too my mouth. Master shoved a cattle prod up the dead guy’s ass and his cock came to life. I closed my eyes, mounted that ice cold cock and rode him like he was alive. I kept telling myself it was fantasy; that he was just an actor at the club. But the harder I rode him, the more I realized this was not fantasy, but Master’s macabre desire to humiliate me, scare me, hurt me. Flesh was falling off the dead guy’s pecker the harder I rode him. Master saw the disgust and horror on my face and just laughed. I wanted to vomit.
Master made me spend the night in the coffin with a rotting corpse. The next morning when he let me out of the coffin, made me shower, then spent the entire morning force fucking my ass with a medieval cross. My ass was gaping open as usual. But there was nothing usual about fucking a corpse. Goths may be dark; they may be macabre, but they can’t hold a candle to Master’s perverse world.
I woke in a good mood that day. Got up to get the newspaper to discover a dead bird and dead flowers at my doorstep. A note simply said, “whores don’t deserve pretty things.” I tried to erase the image of dead things from my mind with a morning jog through a nearby cemetery. As I was running, I felt something hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground, landed on a bed of decaying flowers on an old grave. Before I could get up and access my damage, a group of men scooped me up and tossed me in to a old creepy mausoleum.
It felt like I was in there for days. I am claustrophobic, so being enclosed with a dead body made hours seem like an eternity. My attackers came back at nightfall. “We’ve been watching you Blair,” said the ringleader. “You give up your pussy and ass to anyone. That makes you a whore. No one misses whores.” They started ripping my clothes off, slapping me around, treating me like a street corner junkie hooker. They forced me down on their cocks. Spit in my face as they skull fucked me. Pissed down my throat as they came. Shoved dead flower petals in my mouth to force me to drink their cum. Gagging, convulsing, blood trickling down my face from a cut on my head…I had to look awful, but that didn’t matter to them. I was simply their fuck pig. They even made me squeal like one to prove that I was nothing but a dirty animal.
One guy tied me up and bent me over the cold stone coffin, while his buddies took turns sodomizing my ass and fisting my cunt. Spiders and other creepy crawlies were covering my flesh as they violated all my fuck holes. They were laughing and drinking as I was crying and puking. At least 8 of them, so for hours upon hours they force fucked me in an abandoned mausoleum. I begged to be let go. Promised I wouldn’t tell a soul. “Of course you won’t Blair because dead whores tell no tales,” said the guy in charge right before he punched me unconscious.
I woke up in the coffin. The dead flowers covering my body were the least of my worries. I was nestled in between two decaying bodies of women who likely were victims of the same group of men as me. I went into a panic attack. I could hear muffled laughter as I felt my chest constrict to the point I could barely breathe. When I would imagine the most horrible death, it pretty much looked like this. Enclosed in a small space, naked, violated, with decaying flesh and a host of creepy insects.
When this guy asked me to go to this upscale new Goth club with him, I jumped at the chance. Club Hematolagnia is rumored to be highly exclusive with the finest red wine in the world. Plus, my date has the best coke in town. Pretty sure if I fucked him the bathroom, he would give me a few bumps to party with later. I felt out of place. Lots of women with pale complexions like mine, but I was the only redhead. I was also the only female sub in the club. The club had what appeared to be sex bathrooms. Huge rooms with a toilet, vanity and bathtubs big enough for two. Dave sent me into one. I saw the douches and enemas lined up on the back of the potties and assumed I was to clean myself out before fucking anyone in the club. The tub I guess was to wash myself up afterwards. Wrong and wrong.
As I was sitting on the toilet cleaning out my dirty fuck holes, a tall dominant woman with jet black hair entered. Perhaps Dave intended on sharing me with another woman. I was down for that. What occurred next, was nothing I could have even imagined. “You smell delicious,” the dark beauty said. She offered me a glass of wine, which made me queasy. The next thing I knew I was naked on the floor covered in blood. I panicked, but I did not appear hurt for once. The mysterious woman was in the tub with my date, Dave, but he did not look conscious. He was slumped over, his wrist hanging over the tub, blood dripping from a huge slash to his artery.
Morticia was masturbating in a tub of blood, my date’s blood, while sipping on wine. It wasn’t wine she was drinking, wasn’t wine I drank either, but blood. Fresh blood. This was no ordinary club, not even a typical sub bar. I was in fetish club, vampire fetish to be exact. She saw the look of horror on my face as I tried to escape. Nowhere to run. The bathroom door was guarded by a huge fellow with a big knife. I was next I thought. My need for coke would finally kill me. “Stop your crying pretty lady,” she said softly. This is a femdom club. We don’t kill pretty ladies, just stupid men.”
I was not a dominate woman, however. I thought surely she will realize this and kill me. I was instructed to join her in the blood bath. My date’s obviously drained carcass was removed by the armed guard and tossed on a gurney. I stepped into the tub with trepidation, but the warm sticky liquid that quickly engulfed my body made my pussy wet. I submerged myself in Dave’s blood. I toasted my dark beauty and drank a glass of his blood as an initiation into this exclusive Femdom goth club. The terms of membership were explained very clearly to me. I must bring one male for feeding to the club per week. I must never reveal the location or specifics of the club. I must consume a glass of blood a day. And, I must serve my new master in whatever way she deems, no matter how dark her request may be. All violations of the rules, punishable by death by bloodletting.
This was a twist. Submissive to women, dominant to men. Can I do it? I better, my life depends on it. So which of you is going to offer yourself up willingly to be vampire bait? Surely, there are men who recognize their high potential. Feeding sexy femdom vampires is not a bad way to die for a submissive male. May not be a bad way to die for a submissive female either.
I knew the moment I walked in to score some coke, this was no ordinary bar. A wholesome looking soccer mom with a dirty habit stood out like a sore thumb in this leather biker bar. But, the bartender is known for having the best coke for the cheapest price in town. I tried to act like I fit in as I walked up to the bar, but I was shaking in my pumps. “You look like someone I want to abuse,” the bartender informed me. I felt eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. “I’m clearly in the wrong place,” I stammered. I pivoted on my heels to leave, but he grabbed me gruffly by my red mane, yanked me back. “Not so soon MILFY. I know what you want and I got what you need,” he seethed before slamming my face down on the bar.
Dizzy from the blow to my head, I teetered in my pumps until I collapsed over a table. Before I could regain my composure, strangers were pulling my clothes off. Dazed and confused, men violated my holes. I felt fists being shoved up my cunt and my ass. Men were pissing down my throat. I was being violated in the worst way. The creepy bartender came around me from behind. Grabbed my red locks so hard I thought my hair would pull out from the roots. He started force fucking my ass. I started to cry, but I got my mouth muffled with huge cock. “Nothing more we hate than soccer moms slumming for drugs,” he spewed. They used my ass as a cum dump for hours, my body as a punching bag.
When they were finished with me, they spit in my face, tossed me an eight ball and the bartender told me to get my skanky ass out of his bar. Battered, filled with cum, bloody, sore, humiliated, I crawled outside to my car where I guess I passed out. I woke up with WHORE written across my forehead in what appeared to be my blood. I knew that bar looked sketchy, but I needed a fix badly. At least I got it.
When you are a submissive slut, anal sex is simply ass rape porn. No one fucks your ass gently. In fact no one really fucks your ass for pleasure. It is all about profit. My booty is a commodity to many a man. Just a simple prop to generate money. No one cares if my ass is force fucked beyond recognition. No one cares if I need medical attention for a prolapsed ass. No one cares if I shit blood. No one cares if my ass is left gaping so much a foot would fit inside.
So, whenever I get the call for an ass rape porn shoot, I shudder at that thought of what could happen. It never goes well for me. When Master Joe called me this morning, he gave me a grocery list of things to do before arriving at his place. Give myself an enema; take some Valium; bring some Crystal Meth; prime my ass with a baseball bat; and refrain from eating or drinking anything. This was the first time he gave me a to do list before using my ass. I was definitely scared now.
When I arrived, there was another woman there. I thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. That woman was his ass accomplice as he called her. To me she was just a mean nasty cunt. She had an array of huge dildos designed to prime my asshole for the ass rape porn shoot . She assaulted my ass with the biggest blackest dildo I had ever seen. So big I knew it would never fit in any of my fuck holes. She jammed about half of it in my ass, much to my surprise. “You like that Nigger dick?” she yelled at me. I was shocked how graphic she talked and how violent she was with my ass. What about solidarity? Hos before bros? She slapped me across the face. “I don’t bond with skanky whores,” she said. Then she took two dildos and crammed them in my ass. I learned to shut the fuck up.
By the time she was done attacking my ass, my rosebud was gaping open so much I swear a bowling ball would have fit inside me. Master Joe kissed her forehead and gave her some cash. He had 6 men with him. All had their cocks out. They pissed into my gaping hole before the savagery began. “Your just a dirty whore. A human toilet,” Master Joe screamed at me while choking my throat. They fisted my ass, fucked me with baseball bats. One guy even double fisted my ass as the others skull fucked me. They tore me to shreds. I was shitting out cum and piss. Of course, they made me mop it up with my tongue. I thought after hours of force fucking my asshole and smacking me around they would be done. My ass was surely ruined. No doubt I needed medical treatment. “She thinks she is done boys. We just the warm up crew whore,” Master Joe taunted.
When I sat up, I heard the barking. I felt a pit in my stomach. I closed my eyes and prayed I was wrong. Then I looked up and saw the cage of very large very aggressive 4 legged beasts. Yeah this was going to be the one ass rape porn I never forgot.
A few weeks ago, my son sold me to these evil bitches who violated all my holes for some gangbang rape porn. Well, today the bitches showed up at my house, forced their way inside, and made me make some girl on girl rape porn with them this time. I told the head cunt I wanted nothing to do with her or her sadistic companions. “My son’s debt is settled, so get the fuck out of my house,” I screamed. No surprise that didn’t go over well. They throttled me, tore my clothes off, and started violating my holes with anything they could find. They held me down on my dining room floor and fucked me with my son’s baseball bat I use for protection. The very thing used to protect me from intruders in the past was now destroying my ass.
As they fucked my holes with objects not meant for insertion, I was forced to lick their dirty asses and pussies. One of them called me a human toilet and pissed in my mouth. Then she shit out cum from her ass all over my face. She told me it was my son’s cum. I tried to fight them, but they punched me, smacked me, spit on me… They broke out a gym bag of huge dildos crammed them down my throat and up my cunt while the baseball bat remained in my ass like some macabre trophy. They were getting sick pleasure from fucking up a soccer mom. One girl kicked the baseball bat so far up inside me, I felt like I was being gutted.
I’ve been used as a punching bag, fucked savagely, anally tortured, even buried alive, but these girls were among the most brutal bitches I’ve ever encountered. My ass was gaping open so wide when they pulled the bloody baseball bat out that they could spit from across the room and have it land inside my asshole. I heard a tea kettle go off and thought to myself, “They are fucking going to have tea and crumpets after gangbanging my ass and cunt?” I wish. The evil head sadistic poured boiling water down my gaped out asshole. That was a first. She scalded my ass. I screamed louder than I ever have. To shut me up, one of them sat on my face and shit down my throat.
They left me brutalized even worse than they did the first time. “Tell anyone whore, and we make a snuff film with you next time. This baseball bat will go up a dead ass as well as a live one,” head bitch quipped at me as I laid in a pool of my own blood and bile. My ass was dead. Pretty sure if there is a third time with these bitches, I will kill myself first.
