I thought once I earned my freedom, there would be no more Taboo phone sex with my former master. I worked hard to buy my freedom. But he pulled me back in. My former Master is a sex trafficker. Some little girls he keeps for himself. Some age out for him and become his accomplices. That was me. We were together a long time. He granted me freedom at a price. He did it because I did a lot for him over the years. I did things most women would never do for a man. He had a trainer. She was a woman like me. Just a young girl he bought on the black market and when she aged out he had her train the newer girls. That girl left him high and dry when he was expecting a shipment of young whores. He needed me. He paid me 100,00 grand for a few days of work. It felt good to be in a position where he needed me. I cleaned the girls up who arrived this week. They were a hot mess after traveling. They were drugged and in shipping containers for days. They needed showers. They needed dressed. They needed someone to tell them how to act, because I know my former master and his associates. They will kill a disobedient cunt and replace her in a heartbeat. Master’s shipment of young girls included girls from all over the world. Some did not speak English. I did my best. I had them clean and dolled up and ready for Master and his pals to test drive before putting them on the auction block. I also had to do hymen checks to determine which ones were still virgins. He does not fuck the virgins. He saves them because cherries can be sold at a premium price. For my last-minute help with his special shipment, I made a nice profit and got to assist with some teen rape porn. Feels good to be on the other side. Today, he called me with a job offer. I am now his new trainer of trafficked girls.
Taboo phone sex is something I enjoy. I am a taboo whore. A sexy switch with a dark side. I do not enjoy vanilla fantasies. It is funny. When I was a young girl being abused daily by daddy and his friends, I wanted out desperately. I wanted a Cinderella story with a Prince Charming and a castle to live in. Now, I want the Prince of Darkness and a Gothic castle that is likely haunted. I think as I get older, I crave what I had as a young girl but on my terms. You can let the past define you and control you for life. Or you can embrace the past, reinvent yourself and live life on your terms. I like to be a taboo princess, doing all the dark things wives refuse to do for their men, like be ass rape porn stars. I am an anal whore. When I was a young girl, my ass was the preferred hole for daddy and his friends because if I got pregnant there would be proof of a crime. My ass was prolapsed weekly by daddy and his friends. I hated anal sex for years, until I woke up one day and said I am not a helpless ass victim. I started doing anal torture shoots and gigs. Now, I make a lot of money being an anal sex whore. The more violent and extreme the anal sex, the more money I make. I agreed to be fish hooked in the ass. I am not talking about a hook to catch a minnow. I am talking about a big metal hook you see in slasher films. I was strung up in the air with only a hook in my ass. As I swung back and forth, men pissed and came on me. My asshole ripped and bled but I kept on smiling because I love anal torture sex.
Do you have accomplice phone sex fantasies? I know I do. After being the victim most of my life, it is fun to be a partner is crime with the focus on another worthless slut. I bought my freedom from my master one tiny whore at a time, but now that I am free woman, I crave tiny girls still. In the beginning, I told myself it was survival of the fittest. Other women helped abuse me. But after about the third little girl I helped abuse, I realized I was enjoying sending a lamb to its slaughter. The older I get, the sicker I get. I was at the mall last night and saw a sweet young girl who was lost. I am in my thirties now and little girls look at me differently. They no longer have stranger danger. I tell them I am a mommy too with a little girl just their age, and they will follow me anywhere. I took this girl to my SUV and molested her in the back of my car. Tinted windows and a sun blocker screen and no one knew what I was doing to that sweet young thing. And a dark wig and glasses, with my tits flattened, no one would be looking for a blonde bimbo predator. I fingered her sweet juice box and she dripped all over my fingers. She tasted yummy. I popped her cherry with my fingers, and she cried for her mommy. I fingered her little puckered asshole too. I just kept thinking about you and how much you would have enjoyed molesting her with me. Your rape phone sex fantasies for tender age girls could have been realized in that moment. Parents really need to teach their young girls to fear mature women too. It is just too easy for me to lure a little angel away from safety and straight into the arms of danger.
I answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn. I am no stranger to gangbangs, but I have never been paid for one. This was a chance to make money from being a submissive slut and an anal whore. When I arrived, there were about 30 men waiting to fuck my holes. I was given a code word if things got too rough for me to handle. No one has ever given me a safe word, so I felt confident I could stop the action if things got too rough. The movie was filmed in a warehouse bathroom. The stench was awful. The bathroom smelled like death. It was a bathroom straight out of a Saw movie. I was bound with Duct tape which left me immobile. The guys took turns fucking my ass, mouth and pussy. The smell was nauseating. I had this nagging feeling that this was more like a snuff movie. Someone had died in that bathroom. I just had to figure out how not to be the next person to die.
When I was shoved on the floor, I saw blood. One of the guys realized I knew this was not a fake video and he grabbed a lock of my hair and dragged me like a cave man to the dingy toilet. He shoved my face into the wretched bowl. He bounced my face off the toilet seat, which knocked me out. I woke up on the floor just like in a Saw movie. I looked around for clues and Jigsaw. My face was covered in blood. Pretty sure my nose got broken when my face kissed the hard toilet seat. I squinted to see through the blood running down my face. All the men who had fucked me were in front of me like hungry vultures with a deadly weapon in their hands. Yep, this was a snuff film. I was bound, gagged, and laying on the Saw bathroom floor begging for my life. They lunged at me when the director screamed, “Action.” I was beat, cut, stabbed and fucked to my death. This is one movie I will not live to regret.
Snuff porn auditions never go as planned. I was so excited to be back in the snuff fetish world, that I took the first job offered to me. I did not Google the studio or the photographer. Things I have always done in the past. I have been fetish modeling for over a decade. I have a good reputation in the business because I let guys simulate anything with me. I have been mummified. I have been strung up with rope and hung upside down. I have been brutally sodomized for film. I was just so desperate to get back into the modeling world, that I let my guard down and I almost did not survive. I showed up in the town and at the place I was told to be for the photo shoot. I was told it would be a simulated gangbang rape porn shoot. Simulated my ass. When they say simulated, that means it looks real, but it is fake. Just like most snuff films. Nothing simulated about this. It was me the blonde bimbo and 20 hung black men. Have you seen any of those black gangbang videos? You know, the ones with a blonde waif of a girl getting choked, smacked and violated by big black dicks? It was that kind of film on crack. These black men had huge cocks. Bigger cocks than I have ever seen in person. They only bare back bitches and they do not believe in lube. No simulation. They plowed their big black cocks into my tiny, puckered rosebud often times three cocks at once. My asshole was gaped and bleeding. They filmed my ass being prolapsed. They fisted me too. I do not think this was a studio. I think I was duped into being an ass rape porn star for a bunch of black men. I never got paid either. I was lucky to still be breathing once they were done.
Phone sex is what I enjoy. I get to talk to men all day who enjoying fucking a woman hardcore. Guys do not call me for the GFE experience. They call me for their rape phone sex fantasies. They call me because they want to get rough with a bitch, maybe even snuff her. They call me because they know I am a pain slut with a death wish. They call me because I will do all the things their wives will never do.
Callers ask me every day how I got to be so demented. That is easy to explain. I have daddy issues. When I was just a little girl, Daddy violated my tiny holes morning, noon and night. He would tie me up, invite his friends over and gang bang me. Using me as a gangbang rape porn star was one of the nicer things Daddy did for me. He would sodomize me with beer bottles and fists. He would beat me. He would make me do sex shows with Rover to entertain his friends.
Every time Daddy would hurt me, he gave me a lollipop for being a good little whore. He conditioned me to be a pain slut. I never miss Daddy, but I end up with men just like him all the time. Daddy use to tell me he had to be cruel to be kind so I would learn my place. He was right. The worse you treat me, the better I treat you. That is fucked up, right? Last night one of my mean daddy masters stopped by on his way home from work to skull fuck me and smack me around. He strangled me while skull fucking me. And then he sodomized me for hours. He gave me a lollipop; told me I was a good girl and came back to abuse me this morning on his way to work. I will never learn.
He traded me to a female Mistress. Master never told me why, but this bad ass bitch showed up at my door and told me I was her snuff sex whore for 24 hours. I was not sure about this arrangement. I mean, I am accustomed to male masters. When I questioned her, she punched me in the gut so hard, I doubled over. She tied me up tightly and began torturing me. She was in this leather BDSM outfit. She was hot and my cunt was wet. She was streaming our time together. She put on a monstrous strap-on to violate my ass. She informed that things could go two ways for me. I could let her fuck me and use me for hardcore bondage and anal torture or I could suffer a more painful fate. Mutilation or maybe even death. I am a pain slut, and a good submissive whore, but women scare me as masters. This bitch was into some sick torture sex and I am not taking about nipple torture and whippings. She has pictures of girls whose cunts she had stapled and sewed shut. I smelled the blood and death in the air. She had killed recently in the very room I was in. I did not want to die that day, so I told her to fuck me however she wanted. I chose to endure some pain getting some ass torture if it meant my pussy would not be mutilated and I got to keep on breathing. She used everything she could find from her fist to a baseball bat to fuck my asshole. If you are looking for a whore to torture and kill or explore your rape fantasies with, I will do whatever you want to stay alive, just like I did with that bad ass bitch mistress. I am a tough victim too. She shredded my asshole, and I am still walking!
Ass rape porn models are popular with men, especially married men. So many women will never give up their ass to their husbands. That is why the Internet is flooded with anal sex whores getting gang banged in their asses. I am one of those girls because men pay me for anal sex videos. Sometimes I like hardcore anal sex and sometimes I do not. Some guys are brutal because they see me as nothing more than a dirty whore that they can use. I started dating this new guy recently. I thought he was pretty cool and different from most men I have dated. I did not realize he had a porn addiction. He saw some of my gangbang rape porn on the dark net and he changed into an animal. I was at his place when he came home from work and he dropped his briefcase. He lunged at me in a rage and started fucking me. His hands were tight against my throat as he rammed his cock in my ass. He was not happy that I had not told him about my anal sex career. Now in his eyes I was a dirty whore. And men fuck dirty whores, they do not date them, and they certainly do not love them. Just like the other men from my past, he no longer saw me as datable. I was still fuckable though. With no lube and no gentle touch, he fucked me for hours. When he could not cum anymore, he fisted me. He said he no longer needed to watch dirty ass porn because he had his own anal sex porn star as his slave. I could not fight him. I did not want too either because I was aroused that he was treating me like the taboo phone sex whore I am.
Torture sex is what I was there for, or so I thought. We had agreed to some rough sex, even hardcore anal. I even agreed to some minor, burns, cuts and physical abuse. I was duped. They lured me to this abandoned house in the middle of nowhere to harvest my organs. This was snuff not torture porn. I saw the instruments and surgical bed. Then I saw all the coolers. I was strung up wide awake watching a surgery on another dumb whore who fell for the same scam. They put her under but carved her up. No way she was surviving. They took all her vital organs. They even took her eyes. I was terrified watching this brutal dissection, especially knowing that I was next. I was kicking and screaming. I was going to fight being chopped up for parts. When a guy came to prep me for my dissection, I chomped his ear off. I was like a rabid dog and I was not going down without a fight. I gave the guy a struggle. I took his ear, but he managed to get a needle in me. The next thing I know, I am on a surgical table and a man is operating on me. I woke up while I was cut open and hands on my organs. I was paralyzed. I was awake in my own worst nightmare. They were weighing my organs and talking about how much money they would make harvesting a healthy woman’s organs. When they saw my eyes open, they teased and taunted me. Called me names and told me my death would benefit folks in a way me living never could. It was a hot medical fetish phone sex role play. I am hoping that someone else will sacrifice my life in the same way. I can die nobly.
Do you like strangulation phone sex fantasies? I made the mistake of telling this hook-up last night that I enjoyed erotic asphyxiation sometimes. I used to be part of a club for that. We would put our necks in nooses and masturbate together. It was accident proof because there were club members who watched and cut the restraints if we passed out or got close to that. Men and women were in this club. I like a little pain with my orgasms, but I do not want to die. I was sucking on this guy’s cock immediately after telling him my hot story. He put his hands on my neck and choked me. He had it confused. Erotic asphyxiation is where you are being strangled and masturbating, not strangling someone else while you get off. He told me he understood what it was, but he just wanted to strangle me. Suddenly, our encounter was more like a snuff porn than a hook up. He had both hands around my neck as he skull fucked me. He was saying concerning things like, “I could kill you right now and they would never find your remains.” I was on a Tinder hook-up. This was not some guy I met on the dark net or a fetish site. I thought he was just a normal horny man tired of being couped up inside. I thought he just wanted some pussy. He did want my pussy, but he wanted to strangle me too once I spilled my beans. His hands were big and strong. He was powerful and he had that look in his eyes. The look that tells me my life is inconsequential. I could feel how little he felt for me because I was choking and gasping for air. I was fighting to breathe as his hands finally choked the last ounce of life out of me. No doubt he came on my dead body when I was still warm. You would too.
