I have been a snuff porn starlet for 20 years now. I have no problem with violence or rough sex. In fact, I prefer it. I am a kinky gal. I was not always the seasoned whore I am now, but I have grown to love violence. I am such a deranged woman that I do not even want to make love. I am not married nor am I a mother, so I can walk on the dark side as much as I want. It can get scary sometimes, because these snuff flicks are a crap shoot. I never know who I will meet or what will happen to me while making snuff movies. I like the gamble. I am a risk taker. I answered an ad on the dark net for a seasoned blonde pain slut. The money was great, but I was more in it for the pain and the experience. I did not know the outfit producing the film. I know a lot of dark film makers too. Having survived the snuff industry for 20 years, means I have worked with the greats. Not Titus B Oliver, though. That is the name of the director. Turns out it was a made-up name when I googled him. Now, a woman with common sense would never have gone to the audition. I have common sense, but I am a pain slut and the excitement of meeting a masochist always takes over reason. Titus was into inflicting pain. He tied me up spread eagle and whipped my flesh. I made him really put his back into it because he was whipping me like a girl initially. I am a seasoned taboo phone sex whore. He was pissed off that I was not whimpering or crying, so he brought out the heavy arsenal. He whipped me so hard, he broke the skin on my back. But guess what? That made my cunt drip. Told you I was a seasoned whore.
Often it is my ass that gets me in trouble as an ass rape porn star. Men comment on my ass all the time. I am proud of my ass too. Look at it? Does it make you think bad things? It made Ian think bad things when I gave him a lap dance. I met Ian at a strip club. I have been working at this club for over 10 years. I love being a stripper. Normally, I stay out of trouble at the club. It is sort of my safe haven. The problem is I like bad boys and bad boys love strippers with phat asses. Ian was tipping me all night and buying me drinks and lap dances. When he was not ready to end the party, he invited me home with him. I did not know him well. I only knew of him. He is a frequent club goer, so I chanced it. He was into some hardcore anal sex. I am an anal whore, so I love ass sex. This was more anal torture sex than ass fucking. He had all these strange devices to use on me. Most of them scared me. He put a speculum up my ass and cranked it up. I could feel my ass opening up for him wide. He wanted to see what he was fucking is what he told me. He used my gaped asshole as a toilet. He pissed in my ass many times over the evening. He even squirted some icy hot in my ass. Now that shit burns and burns badly. Tears welled up in my eyes. He pulled out the speculum and replaced it with his cock. I could not believe he was going to fuck by asshole with Icy Hot as lube. I guess he was a pain slut too. He abused my asshole for hours. After awhile, it started to feel good. What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess I have been a taboo phone sex slut for way too long.
I believe taboo phone sex is my calling. It is funny because guys ask me all the time if I do taboo calls. That is almost all I do. I had a guy last night who thought taboo meant like I fucked a best friend’s husband. Sure, I guess that is taboo to some guys, but I am much harder taboo than that! I am BDSM, torture, forced sex, anal pain kind of taboo. Oh, and incest taboo too. When I explained what kind of taboo experiences I really had, he started slapping his meat hard. Like, his dick was as hard as it has ever been. He was a tad on the vanilla thinking, but I awakened something in him. He started asking questions. Most of my callers enjoy roleplay phone sex. They want me to be their victim or their accomplice. Then there are a few guys like this caller who enjoy question and answer type sessions. I am good with either.
He seemed genuinely turned on by my abusive youth. I talk about daddy all the time on calls. If not for being my daddy’s whore as a little girl, I might not be such a good whore for you now. My caller came many times listening to the more violent aspects of my youth like my first gang bang. At the time, I was just a little blonde girl with no tits or cock sucking lips yet. Daddy had drinking buddies over for poker night. I went to bed but could hear them talking loudly. At one point in the night, daddy and his friends came into my bedroom and pulled me out of the bed to be their gangbang rape porn star. I was crying, screaming and bleeding. I could smell the liquor on their breath. I was young. Daddy had already been fucking me, but this was the first time he shared me with his friends. My little holes were destroyed that day. My caller is now sold on the more hardcore taboo stuff. The kind of stuff that ruins little girls and makes grown men cum so hard.
Most men have violent phone sex fantasies. That is why I am here. Not all men will admit their darker desires. And not all women will let men explore them. I am different than many women because I am a switch. I love to help men with their dark desires. I can do a variety of violent role plays. I have some pretty rough experiences in my past, some that should have killed me, but somehow did not. I was brought into this world, I am convinced, to please men. If you have been a fan of mine for years, you know it all began with daddy. I have daddy issues because my father explored his rape phone sex fantasies on me at a very young age. My mother left, and he made me replace her. I was doing things porn stars would never do when I should have been playing with Barbie dolls. I have a few regs that love to force me back to those dark times with daddy.
Last night, one of those callers had a violent daddy daughter fantasy that mirrored my youth. The premise was that I am dragged out of my little princess bed in the middle of the night for a gang bang with daddy and his friends. These were old men with big hard cocks. I was a tiny little girl. Still half asleep and fully scared, those men skull fucked me until I puked from the trauma. They were just getting started, however. My mouth first, then my pussy and finally my ass. All my holes got brutalized. I was crying and pleading with daddy to stop hurting his baby girl. I starred in many a teen rape porn with my own farther and his poker buddies when I was a schoolgirl. This was just another role play that mirrored my daddy daughter relationship. I am a good daddy’s girl. I am a good whore.
Medical phone sex fetish calls can be scary, even for a seasoned pain slut like me. And medical fetishes can include a wide variety of things like genital torture and mutilation to dissecting a human body like a lab frog. Anytime a guy asks me if I am into medical fetish calls, I swallow hard and try my best to sound enthusiastic because I am a no taboos whore. I much prefer to be the accomplice on a medical fetish call than the patient, but that almost never happens. Lucky me, however, it happened last night. I had a late night visitor with an unruly brat he had a strong desire to torture. She was a cute thing too but talk about a bad seed. She looked like an angel, but she had some sort of demon inside her. What a little bitch. Daddy wanted to punish her. I think he wanted to kill her. Like snuff porn her out. Cannot say that I blame him. She was definitely a cunt. He got my number from a guy who I had done a hot snuff scenario with before. I guess I owe that client because boy was it fun torturing this little brat. What a nasty little cunt. I stripped her naked, put a ball gag in her mouth so I did not have to hear her spew her insults. So young, but so inherently mean. I spread her legs wide and used a spreader bar to keep her legs wide. I sliced her labia off with a scalpel. There was so much bright red blood. It was intoxicating. Sweet to the taste too. I burned her clit with a cigarette, and she screamed bloody murder. Her own father ordered the torture sex. My pussy was so wet knowing that. My daddy was a mean old son of a bitch, but I was an obedient angel. This girl was The Exorcist. Well, she dead now after almost 12 hours of torture. But she went out mutilated and begging to die in the end.
Strangulation phone sex is hot for many men. I love erotic asphyxiation. I have been known to use scarves on myself while I use a vibrator in my pussy. I met a guy in a fetish club last night who wanted to strangle me while I masturbated. I thought he was right up my alley. I went home with him. I quickly realized that there would be no masturbation on my part because he had me tied against his dungeon wall. It was dark and damp. I could hear fireworks going off near his house. The loud booms mixed with the fact that I was in a cement basement meant my screams would never be heard. I screamed but that was because I thought he would kill me. He masturbated my pussy and joked about the fact that only a worthless taboo phone sex slut would get off to not knowing if she was going to live or die. With erotic asphyxiation it’s a gamble. He could not revive me. He could choke me too hard or too long and I become unable to be revived too. I hate the not knowing, but it is the same thing that makes me so damn wet with strangulation. I was tied to a cement wall. He had one hand on my throat and the other on my cunt. I was passing out and cumming repeatedly. He would slap me awake, spit in my face, then choke me some more. This was not how I wanted to spend the night. I had plans that fell through, so I went to the club for some companionship. Almost deadly companionship too. I was not alone, but I would have been safer alone. I did survive, but barely. Lost track of how many times I passed out. I still love erotic asphyxiation but one time, maybe the next time, it could end up as a snuff porn encounter.
He told me I looked like his next torture sex doll. I have heard that a lot in my life, but not recently. I am a free agent right now. I have no master. I have no one to watch my every move. I am liking my freedom but seems like men are always content to take away any illusion of freedom I might have. I was not looking for trouble, but it does have a habit of finding me. I was out shopping late last night. I prefer to grocery shop after midnight when the store is not crowded, and it is usually restocked on my items. This stock boy was eying my sexy body when I walked down his isle. That was when he started talking about doing some violent things to me. I was like, whatever boy. I am way out of your league. In his mind, a taboo phone sex princess like me needed put in her place. The high school boy jumped me going to my car and forced me into the trunk of his SUV. I was kicking and screaming in his trunk. We went over a very bumpy gravel road. He had this planned. Maybe it was not me he wanted, but now that he had me, he was going to make the best of it. I heard other voices before he got me out of the trunk. It was like some high school party. It was a bonfire with lots of liquor and a ton of horny teen boys. They looked at me like a glass of water on an extremely hot day. I was the star of the party. I think any woman would have done, but they felt lucky to get a statuesque blonde bimbo. They all had rape fantasies too. They used me worse than a gangbang rape porn star. My holes were battered and used. I smelled like a cum dumpster too. Freedom is just an illusion when you are a dirty bimbo whore.
Most women have rape phone sex fantasies, but they will never admit it. I have them too, but I admit them. I have found myself in the situation before too. I knew something was wrong with me when I was wet after a violent gang bang. I am not talking about wet from all the cum they deposited inside me. I am talking about wet from arousal. I still remember the day vividly. I sometimes masturbate to the memory. I know. Most women would say #MeToo and cry about the trauma. Not me. I masturbate to that day almost 10 years later. I was birthday shopping downtown for a friend of mine. I took a short cut through the alley to get to this one store, and a guy grabbed me, pulling me into a building that was under construction. Him and some of his construction buddies saw me and wanted to fuck me. There was so much construction noise going on around us that no one heard me scream. They made me a gangbang rape porn star that day. The violently ripped my clothes off. I was naked and tied up with their belts to some scaffolding. They took turns thrusting in and out of my ass and pussy. Some of them fisted my cunt when they could not get hard for the third or fourth time. I was choked, slapped, fucked and they even pissed on me too. They saw me as some blonde snob. They thought I was a rich bitch who looked down on labor workers. Apparently, they hollered something at me as I walked by, but I had ear buds in listening to music and I never heard them. I pleaded with him them to let me go, but they decided I thought I was too good for them. If they had only known what a taboo phone sex whore I really was. I was battered, bloody and bruised. They took my wallet with my ID to prevent me from going to the police. I had to go home looking like a disgrace. I was not scared of them though. I did not worry about them coming to find me. Just working-class men who needed a whore. I understood my role. It was a violent gangbang. One that would have ruined most women, but not a sick bitch like me.
A taboo phone sex slut can get herself into all kinds of trouble. Sometimes, I think with my pussy and that often leads to disaster. I hooked up with a guy last night. I met him in a fetish club. He was so handsome. Tall with big hands. That usually means big cock too.I do love a big cock. We had fun at the club. He is into bondage. He just lost his slave. She moved to get away from the lifestyle. I told him I was not looking to be owned. I am a free agent. You do not go straight from shackles to being a mistress. I still like bondage and pain. I just do not want to be owned 24 /7. I still like to play at the clubs for a fix of bondage and pain, but I do not want to be a slave anymore. He seemed cool with it. We had fun in the club. I said goodbye. The next thing I realize I am tied up to a dungeon bed and I am his ass rape porn star. He drugged my drink and kidnapped me. When I woke up, his hand was on my throat and his cock was buried in my ass. I glanced around the room. It was a prison. No windows. Cement walls. I was not sure if I was in his house or some dungeon. I did know that this guy could kill me and make my body disappear. I had to be careful how I responded. I acted like what he did was the hottest thing ever. He did not buy it. He slapped my face and told me he was impervious to my games. He fucked me until I passed out from exhaustion. I was still tied up on a BDSM bed when I came too but I was all alone. I think I have been kidnapped for a snuff porn.
I was kidnapped for snuff movies. Didn’t this dude realize I am no longer some submissive whore? My car broke down on the side of the road. I think it over heated. The temps outside are scalding hot and my old beater could not keep up. I hitched a ride with a trucker. I mean he looked harmless. Perhaps he was or perhaps he was working with someone. He could have been blackmailed, cohered or just desperate for money. Or he could have been a sick pervert who gets off on torturing women and selling them on the black market. But I soon found myself in the fight of my life. I was bound and gagged in the back of his cab and I was not alone. There were about 20 other girls. All white and pretty. Many of them jail bait girls who looked terrified. I wanted to help us all. This was karma. This is what happens when you bring little girls to hell one at a time to buy back your own freedom. I am an accomplice phone sex partner and I have trafficked girls. This was payback from the universe. The old trucker who offered me a ride spoke English, but the wranglers who we were passed off to did not. We were stripped naked and hosed off. Men came in speaking all sorts of languages and paid for us. I was taken into a dank room for some extreme bondage and torture. My purchaser punched me, slapped me and verbally degraded me, but that was just the foreplay. He had more installed for me. He violently fucked my holes and choked me while his cock was deep inside my womb. I screamed. I cried but where I was, no one cared about a blonde whore. I was just a commodity. A piece of sold meat you get at the butcher’s. Hours turned into days and I was forced with the realization that hell is real and a torture sex death was my karma.
