Snuff porn I like to watch. I do not like to be the star of a snuff flick, however. Honestly, you just never know what can happen. Snuff is a gamble. Some are fake and staged. Others are real. Women on the snuff circuit go missing all the time. Police showed up at my door this morning. That always scares the shit out of me. They wanted to ask me about a missing girl. I knew her. The weird thing is I met her over a decade ago. We made a snuff film together. I never saw her again. I almost barely escaped that snuff film. I knew she never did. She was reported missing a decade ago by her wealthy parents after she disappeared from a hotel room in Los Angeles. I was not sure what they knew or how they connected me to her. The only thing that ever connected us was a snuff sex video that a very rich man paid to have made. I survived. She did not. I did not know what happened to her body, but I knew she died. I saw her get slaughtered. I was panicked. If they knew about the movie, they knew I knew her. I lied. I said I made a dark film with her, but it was a staged film. I said we both walked away that day and I never saw her again. I worried they would know I lied, but it was not like I could do anything to save her. I would have been dismembered and disemboweled too. The cops would never find her body. There was not much of her left by the time her young body was destroyed. I asked how they found me. It was not the movie. It was a graphic from the film that landed on the Internet. They knew I was in a dark movie with her around the time she disappeared. They believed my story. We had both answered some Craigs List ad back when that was a thing. We made a movie because we were desperate for money but we both walked out of the studio. If the director thinks I talked, I will be dead. Snitches get stiches. I never rat on a master, a snuff director or snuff phone sex caller. Your dark secrets are safe with me. I want to live.
Sometimes I enjoy bondage phone sex. Sometimes, I hate it. I am popular on the fetish scene. I go to a lot of BDSM clubs. Some legitimate with a lot of rules. Some underground clubs you gamble with your life when you go, however. I like the play at your own risk clubs. That is what happened with me. It was a slow night. I was the only statuesque bimbo in the club. That made me popular. More popular than I wanted. This one guy summoned me to a private dungeon. He did not look like the kind of guy I could say no to, so I I went with him. He strung me upside down. Stripped me naked first of course. I was not happy at all. I was disoriented. Blood rushes to my tits and head quickly. He was into some pain. I am a pain slut, but he was whipping me so hard that I pissed myself. When you are hanging upside down and piss like that, you drink your urine. He told me since I was a piss whore, I should drink his urine too. He shoved his dick in my mouth and pissed in my belly. He would whip me, beat me and piss in my mouth. At one point, he left me. I thought to myself what the fuck. I was not sure if I should scream or not. He came back with what seemed like all the masters in the club. They took turns punching me. They fucked me too. Upside down, cocks were going into my cunt, mouth and asshole. I was choking on cum. They had their jollies and cut me down. I landed with a thud and while I was down, they pissed on me again. Was not my finest moment. But I was lucky to walk out of the club alive.
A whore like me craves domination phone sex. I know I need to be owned. I need a grown man to break me. The problem is I am a seasoned whore. I do not break for just anyone. I need a real man. A manly man with a huge cock who can bend me to his ways. A man who can make me do unspeakable things. That is how a good predator operates. He finds a vulnerable girl and he bends her will to match his. That way the girl is doing all his bidding for him. When I first met Lance, I was barely out of school. He was the first man to own me after my father. I was a hot mess of a girl. I was down on my luck with daddy issues. He swept in and saved me. Gave me a nice place to live. Spoiled me for the first time in my life. I would have done anything for him, and I did. I let him turn me into a gangbang rape porn star for his pleasure and profit. I even helped him break little girls and groom them for his P needs. He made me think that I wanted those little girls as playmates and siblings too. A skilled predator makes you think things like that. I used to feel badly about all the little innocent girls I brought to him, but now over a decade later, I happily groom those little bitches for men like you. I am so well trained, that I do not even need a master to break me to do it. It is survival of the fittest in the Lolita trafficking business. I see a young little slut and I just think about how much you would enjoy breaking her in. Let me be your willing accomplice phone sex partner.
Snuff porn is where the money is at these days. I think it always has been a money-making industry. It is how washed-up whores make a living. It is rough on the body and the mind, but money is money. When I was in my 20s, I still looked fresh faced and hot enough to get regular porn shoots and videos. That is not the case anymore. I am lucky if I can get a fetish shoot anymore. I was desperate for some cash. I got way behind in rent because the strip club was closed for over a year and when it opened back up, it was only at half capacity. I was going to be evicted if I did not come up with a couple grand. So, I went to this studio that makes very dark and violent snuff movies. It is an underground company. Some girls survive and some do not. It is a gamble I was willing to take. The studio liked my blonde, Botoxed, bimbo look. I have become addicted to Botox over the past few years to try to compete with the younger girls. I got the gig.
When I arrived at the warehouse they were filming, I discovered there was no movie. They were posing as a legit snuff outfit, but they were just brokers. They hire girls for men with dark fantasies. Sort of like in that movie Hostel. This guy strung me up by the rafters and assaulted my body. He used me like a punching bag. So much aggression towards women. He was an Incel. Do you know what that is? It is a group of men on the dark net that hate women. They think we owe them something. They are nerdy losers who cannot get women and they think we should be punished for ignoring them. This loser was very hostile. I was a Stacy in his eyes which is an attractive woman who is way out of his league. He beat me to a pulp. My face was swelling. I could barely see him. He explored his rape phone sex fantasies too. I survived but barely. I have broken ribs. I am black and blue. But I got the money to catch up on the rent. A girl must do what a girl must do.
I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. I have this client. He used to be my master. I did whatever I could to get out from his ownership. He was not easy on the body. We made a deal. I provided him younger talent to corrupt and use, and after 100 little girls I had my freedom. I pretty much traded my soul for my freedom, but I would do it all over again too. Now I work for him. It has proven quite profitable too. He called me up yesterday with a request. He wanted a little read headed girl. Blue eyes, red hair, white skin, freckles. Those little girls are harder to find, but the money he was offering made me go look. I was not going to pass up that offer. I knew she was likely going to be a snuff porn star then disappear like the rest. My former master makes quite a few movies. Some for his personal collection, others for hire. He likes little blonde girls with no tits or pubes yet, so I knew my little Irish girl was going to be killed and fucked for a client. It took me awhile to find the girl he wanted, but I did. Not at the mall or a park though. I snatched her from a Target. Took her in broad daylight. I had to give her a shot of something to subdue her, but it worked. I scooped her up and carried her out to my car. I was dressed differently with a black wig to conceal my blonde locks. I even strapped down my hefty boobs to make me look less voluptuous. It looked like a mom carrying her sleeping daughter on her shoulder. No one paid me any attention. I heard the sirens by the time I was in my car. The police would look hard for this little white girl I was sure of that. She will never be found. She will be snuffed on film. His rich client will explore his rape phone sex fantasies and kill the little red headed doll. Once I got the bag of cash, my guilt just disappeared.
He said I outta be in snuff movies. I did not even know him. He was just some random creeper trolling my social media. He got a bug up his ass about me and the next thing I knew, I was being harassed 24 /7. I had myself a cyber bully. I did not think much about it. Figured it was some tiny dicked troll who could only dream of a woman as hot as me. Last night, however, I came face to face with my troll. He was someone from my past. A failed Tinder date with a tiny dick. There was no way I was fucking this loser or letting him force himself on me. Yes, he was bigger and stronger than me, but I am prepared for trolls. My life as a whore as taught me a few tricks. I had a taser in my purse. I grabbed it while he was on top of me and put it too his balls. While he was down, I administered some torture sex to his cock and balls. I am submissive to real men only. Not trolls who hide behind a computer with tiny dicks. He was pissing himself. While I was electrocuting his worthless nut sack, I shoved the baton I keep for safety in his ass. You should have seen the expression on his face when I shoved it so far up his ass it looked like it might come out his mouth. Pathetic pig. I stood up, dusted myself off and trampled his cock and balls with my high heels. I crushed a testicle. I impaled his cock. I put a hole straight through that tiny dick. This was some serious cock and ball torture. It was well-deserved too. I mean what a pathetic loser. He will never try to explore his rape phone sex fantasies again. Hell, he may never get an erection again. Losers beware, I do not mess around with tiny dicks.
He told me I had an ass for porn. I laughed because he did not know the half of it. I have been an ass rape porn star all my life. Even before I was the legal age to be doing porn, I was being sodomized. My father and his drunk friends popped my ass cherry. Popped all my cherries. If it was not for my daddy, I might be some boring woman instead of a twisted anal slut. I love anal sex, the rougher the better. This underground filmmaker wanted to make a movie with me after he saw me walking in front of him showing off my ass. I looked him up to make sure he was legit, and he was an adult filmmaker. Most of his stuff was hardcore gangbang rape porn. I watched a few of his movies before I texted him that I was in. He wanted to come over for a testing. I knew that meant he wanted some casting couch encouragement. I was happy to let him fuck my ass if it got me a part in one of his films. When he arrived, he was not alone. In fact, he had a small army that pushed through my front door with him. Next thing I knew, I was tied down on my bed with my ass in the air. They whipped my ass. Slapped it with hands and belts. One guy had a flogger. That hurt like hell. They went from that to fucking my ass quickly. Not one at a time either. This was no audition. This was a bunch of guys force fucking my ass because they could. The director made sure I knew I was not classy enough for his films. Apparently, I was good enough for anal torture sex. They shoved four dicks in my ass at once. When they could not get it up anymore, they fisted me, often two at a time. I should have known better. I mean why would a successful porn director want a used up blonde bimbo for one of his underground films.
I love a good sick role play phone sex call. Add in some age play, and my cunt is wet. Super fucking wet. As much as I hated my time spent with my father, I do love a twisted daddy daughter role play. I had a caller last night who wanted me to be his unwilling daughter in a role play that imitated my youth years. The set up was that daddy was drinking and playing poker with his buddies when I came home from school looking like Britney Spears in that music video that made her an over night wet dream for older men everywhere. I was in a Catholic school girl outfit with my white blouse tied at my waist and cable socks up to my knees. I was sucking on a lollipop as I came into the house. The drunk men saw me and made a gangbang rape porn with this Lolita. Okay, so I have not been that sweet teen age in 20 years, it was fun to play out his rape fantasy for his own daughter. My experience was not as hot when I was that sweet teen age. By that age, daddy and his friends had been violently fucking me for ten years already. They started me out much younger than my caller. I never went to Catholic school either. In fact, I am a high school dropout. I did everything to fight off my drunk and mean daddy, but him and his friends were too big and strong for me. They did not care if they hurt me or if I liked it. My caller at least wanted his baby girl to enjoy her gang bang. By the time I was that sweet teen age, I had already run away from home. I guess you could say I have daddy issues still. I may be 36, but I want to be your rape fantasy daughter.
Accomplice phone sex is my new favorite thing to do. Why? Well it takes the pressure and focus off of me. I am not the victim if I am the accomplice, right? I would still be an owned bitch right now if I had not worked out a deal with my former master. I paid my debt slowly one cunt at a time. I make a good accomplice because little whores do not distrust women. I can get a little girl for you too. In the world of sluts, it is survival of the fittest. I do not owe some whore I do not know anything, right? I have been making some money helping men like you get young pussy. It is a profitable business. I have this new male friend who wants to go into business with me trafficking young girls. I mean most of the trafficked girls in the US are not actually girls from the US. That is what they do. They take a girl from her native country and put her someplace where she does not know anyone or speak the language. My friend wants to have pretty white girls for rich US men. He does not want them drugged up or not fed. So, I am going to help him kidnap girls. Offer them a better life. I mean when I was a young girl my father was beating me and sharing me with his drunk friends for their rape phone sex fantasies. If some one could have saved me then, I would have done anything for them in exchange, including fucking whomever they wanted me to fuck. So, that is where I am beginning. I am going to look for little girls living in hell and offer them a nice home, pretty things and their own money to save in exchange for fucking some rich older men. I am going to be a madam! Maybe, I can help you score some young pussy?
I am an ass rape porn star. I have been trying to leave that world behind me, but guys are obsessed with my ass. I had a bad encounter this week. I was not planning on doing any porn. I thought I was showing up to do a bondage shoot. I am a fetish model. I have been one since I was 18. When I arrived, I realized that I had been set up. The guy was no photographer. He knew me. He knew me when I was just a little girl getting gang banged by my father. I had a pit in my stomach because if a friend of my father’s could find me almost 25 years later, so could my father. What happened was this guy was in my town for business and stepped into the strip club and recognized me. How I am not sure. I mean I have big tits and platinum blonde hair now. I do not look the same as I did as a little girl. He claimed it was my eyes and nose, and he researched me from there. Damn Internet. I gave him a lap dance and had no clue. I just look through most of the losers. I recognized him now. I legit had a panic attack. I was flooded with bad memories of my youth. I peed my panties and I have not done that in ions. I tried to escape but he had thugs that grabbed me. I made a gangbang rape porn. This was one I did not enjoy at all. At least my father was not there. I was afraid to ask about him. I have no clue if he is alive or dead. Well, I had no clue until they were done using my asshole. He told me that the video was for my father who was back in Illinois still hoping to find me again. I guess I must move. If my father finds me, I am dead. Although he is in his 60s now, he has had years to let his anger and hatred seethe.
