Rape phone sex fantasies are a great way to work through your mommy issues! My son sure is fond of force fucking me. We had a nice little family party to celebrate America’s birthday. I was wearing a festive bikini. He invited a few friends over, but as soon as I started serving drinks and snacks, the boys got rough with me. They started chanting whore over and over again. Tore my bikini off. Slammed me down on the lawn and circle jerked on my face. One boy had his foot on my throat so I could not move. Cum soon flew out of cocks onto my face with force. They are young, so they were hard again in no time.
Ass rape porn was the next round. They shoved beer bottles in my ass until their cocks were hard again. My son even broke off one of the bottles and fucked me with it while threatening to slice my clit off if I made any sudden movements. Once cocks were working again, two , three at a time got crammed up my butt. My son’s friends tag teamed my ass, while he skull fucked my mouth. They weren’t high, not even particularly drunk. They just felt like treating me like a fuck pig. They look at me as a worthless whore for their pleasure and amusement only. They refused to wear condoms. It is my son’s hope to knock his pig mommy up so I will bore him a much younger playmate.
For hours I was a cum dumpster for my son and his friends. By the time they were done, I looked like a volcano of jizz had exploded on me. So many loads of batter in me, no doubt I got knocked up. My future daughter won’t stand a chance in this household. Would she stand a chance with you?
Snuff porn is a popular Google search keyword. This means that lots of folks enjoy looking at snuff films online. So, it is not surprising that snuff porn torrent is on the rise. One of my masters had to explain it to me since I am a stupid whore. A torrents is a file sharing program for videos. The Napster of the snuff word I guess. A torrent isn’t just violent or gore related, but the snuff ones are among the most popular. This got Master thinking that we needed to step out of the world of ass rape porn, and start getting deadly.
I didn’t want anything to do with those kind of films. But, I had no choice. Master hung me upside down and beat me for hours until I agreed to procure him a victim. He wanted a pretty young blonde one. According to him, blonde victims are most searched for in the world of violent video file sharing. I got him a blonde bimbo. Promised her good drugs and hot men and she accompanied me to her death. Master was very happy with my selection. She even had a high pitched baby girl voice that he thought would sound really hot when being tortured. I slipped her a roofie to make her more pliable. I hate being an accomplice usually, but her voice was like finger nails on a chalkboard. Plus, I knew more intelligent plant life than her.
I gave her some acid for a good trip. Master handed her a big ass cross and told her it was a cock. She was so fucked up she believed him. Started impaling her cunt with it. Blood was flying out of her snatch. She looked like the victim of a back alley abortion, but she kept fucking herself. Master started filming it. It was the weirdest shit I had seen in awhile. Not sure I would ever search for such a thing, but guess I could see the market for it. The stupid cunt was fucking her ass next, which garnered even more blood. Master had her yelling all sorts of blasphemous stuff. She was saying fuck Jesus as she rammed the cross deeper and harder into her bloody tattered fuck holes.
Her cunt lips got severed off; her ass prolapsed and her clit was a raw bloody nub. I didn’t think Master would really snuff her. Most of the snuff films on the Internet are fake, or at least I had hoped, but Master said we had to kill the cunt for the sake of realism. He decided that she needed to die on the cross like Jesus. He crucified her. Nailed her to this wood cross. It was awful to witness. Her shrill cries of pain were deafening. He even hammered a nail through the nub that use to be her clit. Nails through her belly button, her eyes, her extremities…. But the nail in her coffin was the one to her temporal artery. She was already limp and bleeding, but alive. After he shoved that nail in the side of her head, she was dead as a doornail.
Master filmed every gruesome part too. Kept the camera rolling until she stopped twitching and bled out. Seeing a chick fuck herself with a cross and die by crucifixion turned out to be a very popular torrent. He had over a thousand downloads within 24 hours of his file being shared. The file was free, so I didn’t get why we killed a girl, even a stupid one, for free. “Oh you stupid whore. I’m creating a fan following. Before long I will be offering 8MM private snuff movies to the highest bidder,” he said with an evil grin. So in the meantime, I guess he is killing stupid whores for practice. Have anyone you wanna offer up?
Ass rape porn is what I got for breakfast. I was sleeping so well, when my son burst into my bedroom with a few of his pals. They had been up all night partying and were horny. I guess my son offered up his mother’s fuck holes for them to use. They pulled me out of bed , threw me on the floor and tied me up so I wouldn’t escape. They were kicking me, even spitting on me, calling me names like whore and slut. My son rifled through my night stand drawer and found my sex toys. He shoved the dildo in my ass as he skull fucked me awake. His friends were just as aggressive. They took turns force fucking my ass and my cunt. When they do coke they can fuck for hours. I was tied up, forced into like a beach ball position and sodomized for hours by my own son and his friends. My ass was so sore. Rivers of cum were flowing out my fuck holes. After they were done fucking my ass, they made me clean the shit of their cocks. And, to add salt to the wound, they all pissed on me. I was left tied up for a few more hours before my younger son woke up and heard my cries. He smelled the piss, peed in my face before he freed me, however. He is going to grow up just like his brother, well daddy technically.
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.
