Domination phone sex is something that is done to me, not something I get to do to others. That changed last night. Master had a super young girl who needed broke. He kidnaps pretty young things and breaks them. Breaks them so hard, they never will put up a fight again. He broke me once upon a time. I never want to experience that kind of pain again, so I do what I am told. He wanted me to help break her. I always jump at the chance to be his accomplice. This sweet young girl came from money. I could tell by the way she looked and dressed. She was a teen girl with a Coach purse. She would be missed. She would bring the police looking for her. Master tries to avoid high profile kidnappings, but he said he had a buyer who would pay 1 million dollars for a high-end hot teen slut. She was high end. All shiny and new looking. Virgin too. I strapped her down and did the finger test. I could break her. I just couldn’t break her hymen, or he would kill me. His client wanted a virgin, so a virgin he would get. I smothered her with my pussy and ass until she passed out then I slapped her awake again. I couldn’t leave marks on her, because the client wanted her pristine. I learned the hard way that a pillowcase full of oranges hurts like a bitch but leaves no marks on the outside. I smacked her around so hard with those oranges, she was begging for mercy and calling me mommy. She thought that hurt. Wait till she is the private ass rape porn star to some old pervert. I told her how much she was being sold for and she cried. She had every right to be scared. Men who pay that much money for a sex slave, keep them around forever and use them so much death is welcomed.
We make ass rape porn on Sundays. It is a weekly tradition. Every Sunday is a different theme and set up, but the hardcore ass fucking is always the same. He runs a live stream in the basement and tortures my ass for his paid viewers. This Sunday was a bondage theme. He had me tied to a workout bench. My hands were on the bar and my legs were spread wide and tied to the bottom of the bench. My ass was on the edge of the bench, so it was exposed. He began with basic ass fucking. He had some male friends there happy to fuck a whore’s ass. Big cocks. Thick cocks, but nothing I couldn’t handle. His audience soon realized I was not in pain with cocks in my ass. They wanted to see anal torture sex, so he upped the game. His friends started fisting my ass. Not only did that make me scream and cry, it made my asshole bleed. His viewers liked that. Soon fists and forearms were replaced with wine bottles and baseball bats. I was begging to be let go, but his audience was tipping to watch more anal torture. The bloodier my ass got and the more I screamed in pain, the more his audience tipped. This was the most successful anal sex stream yet, he said. I didn’t want to hear that because if torturing my ass is profitable, he will keep on doing it.
He has a studio in his basement for homemade ass rape porn. I had hoped I would never have to be in it as the star. I knew it existed because I often bring him starlets. The weather prevented me from getting him a young girl to anally torture, so he decided it was my turn in his studio. I begged for him to let me take a muscle relaxer first. He refused because he wanted me to feel every inch of the pain. He bound me to his anal sex bench. It was very uncomfortable. With a ball gag in my mouth and my hands locked to a bar, he pushed my knees up to my chest exposing my ass. He started fucking me with dildos way too big for any human ass. I knew crying would make him look for something bigger, so I tried to hold back the tears. It was not easy, but I have seen many torture sex videos made from this room. This was just my first time as the star and not an assistant. Once my ass was gaped open and prolapsed, he used his cock. At first, it was a relief. It was better than a 20-inch dildo up my asshole. Soon, the burning sensation became unbearable. When my eyes welled, he knew I felt the Ben-Gay. He put it on his dick like lube to hurt my battered asshole even more. I was only let go when he couldn’t cum anymore. It is going to be a very long winter for me if I can’t find him ass meat.
Snuff phone sex fantasies are what men want with me. My phone life is no different than my home life. Master and his cronies want me dead. On a good day, they just want to torture me. Last night, Master had a poker party. I was his betting chip. When he lost, his friends got to use me. They took me down to the dungeon. I hate the dungeon because nothing good ever happens to me down there. Master’s poker buddies tied me to a bench. They put a ball gag in my mouth and took turns punching me. They thought it was amusing to turn my alabaster skin black and blue, and even purple. I screamed and I cried. It really hurt. Master just watched and masturbated as his fuck slave was a gangbang rape porn star to a few other guys. Those men weren’t vested in me like Master. Since I am not their sex slave, they didn’t care if I got uglied up. Master lost several rounds and since I was payment, he couldn’t intervene. They tied up my tits and punched them like they were boxers. I was in a lot of pain. I feared one of my saline bags would pop. Eventually, Master kicked them out. He doesn’t want to lose his favorite slave.
Bondage phone sex doesn’t sound bad does it? Mostly, when you are a bondage whore, guys want to tie you up and slap your titties. Maybe give you a hardcore ass fucking. I was at a fetish club the other day that almost turned deadly for me. I met Tom. He is a much older BDSM master who took a liking to me. Not in a good way. He said I reminded him of his ex-wife. That is never a good thing for me because ex-wives often destroy a man’s heart. I didn’t want to go into a private room with him, but I had no choice. My master owns the club and Tom is a high roller. Who and what he wants, he gets. And he got me. He chained me like a Nigger slave. My harms were outstretched. I was on my knees. I was naked. He whipped every inch of my flesh. I felt the skin break on my back. I felt blood gushing out of my wounds and I could see it pooling around my knees. The sight of my blood and my tears made him erect. He shoved his cock in my mouth and told me if I bit his dick, he would slit my throat and fuck my dead corpse. I sucked him until he came, thinking he would be done with me. He was just getting started. He whipped me until every inch of my body was covered in my blood and his cum. I barely escaped alive.
Accomplice phone sex is common as a submissive whore. I am not old, but I am not young either. Being in your 30s makes you too young to be mommy to many men and too young to be tight and perky for most men too. Master wanted something young and tight. Since I couldn’t deliver what daddy wanted, I had to go get him a young schoolgirl. Women make better kidnappers because young girls trust women more. I was able to get a young mallrat that fit his description. I know what he likes. I was surprised when master told me to play with her first. I never get that lucky. In the submissive whore world, it is survival of the fittest. I had experience and age on my side, so I had my fun. I fisted her fuck holes. I choked her too. I made the little bitch bleed and cry. My cunt was so wet because for once it was not me being abused. I knew I couldn’t go too far, however, or I would be the snuff porn star instead. Master watched me fuck up his next victim while stroking his cock. The rougher I got with her, the harder he got. When he couldn’t be on the sidelines anymore, he replaced me. He force fucked her first, leaving his cum all up inside her tiny pink cunt. He didn’t care about the DNA because he was going to dissolve her flesh in a vat of lye. That is why I never piss off master. He knows how to make girls disappear
Sometimes a girl needs domination phone sex. Master told me I was being a little brat and that I needed punished. I asked what my offense was and he slapped me. I knew better than to ask again. He smacked a ball gag in my mouth and locked me in his hand made stockade. My back and my ass were exposed. He cracked his leather belt 100 times on my back and ass. I was crying from the pain. Master doesn’t like crying girls. It is a sign of weakness. I tried to hold back the tears, but I felt my tears on my cheeks. I felt the blood running down my back too. It was like I was no better than a nigger slave in the 1800s. He used the blood as lube to fuck my ass. He made me feel like a dirty ass rape porn star. After he nutted in my ass, he shoved his cock in my mouth. I had to suck my own blood and shit off his dick. He didn’t care that I could barely breathe. I was gagging on his dick and the taste of my shit. I spit up and master was not pleased. He shoved my face in the puked up cum and shit.My body went limp. I was tired and in pain. Defeated. Just how he wanted me.
I was his snuff sex victim. That is what he told me as he tossed me down the stairs to his dungeon. I thought I was on a date, but I was on my deathbed. He had something vastly different planned for us than I did. He said I represented every woman who ever rejected him. I pleaded that I was not stuck up or self-entitled. I told him I was a submissive whore, but he didn’t believe me. He said no one who looks like me is submissive. He stripped me naked; he put a ball gag in my mouth; he tied me to some sort of fuck bench, and he forced his dick in my ass. His hands were around my throat squeezing tightly as he fucked me. He tore my ass up. He tore my pussy up. He didn’t just fuck me. He mutilated my boobs by cutting out my saline bags. He wanted to make me ugly. He cut my face and stabbed my pussy and ass too. He asked me how I liked being in his snuff porn victim. I told him I would rather already be dead. Then everything went dark.
I love a good kidnapping phone sex call. For me, kidnapping is super hot because I never know what will happen. Was I kidnapped to be sold as a sex slave? Was I snatched to be force fucked? Did a cannibal kidnap me so he could cook and eat me? Was I snatched to be killed? I had a hot kidnapping call last night. One that gave me wet dreams. I was snatched while hitchhiking on the highway. It was a woman who picked me up, so I felt safe. Her male accomplice was hiding in the back seat. He drugged me, while his wife drove me to an uncertain future. I woke up with my hands tied behind my back. I had been stripped naked. I was yanked out of the bed I was sleeping in while my drug induced stupor wore off. I had to kneel in front of the man who drugged me. He stood over me whipping me and smacking my tits. He pulled his cock out to skull fuck me. I was surprised how big his cock was. I started gagging and choking. He had his hand around my neck the entire time. Was he just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies or was he going to kill me? I tried to be an obedient sex slave. I knew my life depended on it. He ushered in some men who paid him to fuck me. I was doing all the work and he was taking all the profit. I let the men gang bang me. It was not like I had a choice. Not if I wanted to live. After the men had their jollies, I was auctioned off to the highest bidder for snuff. The other men who fucked me jacked off on my body as the highest bidder stabbed me to death. You just never know what will happen when you are kidnapped.
I was Christmas shopping at the mall. Snuff sex was not on my mind. But it was on his mind. As I walked to my car, I felt eyes on me. I am a hot woman. It happens. When I popped my trunk to store my bags, I felt a sharp prick in my neck. Some one drugged me with a needle. I went limp as everything went dark. I woke up tied to a bed with a gag in my mouth. Some guy I didn’t know was talking to me in a language I didn’t understand either. I struggled, testing how tightly I was bound. He saw me, said something, then burned my left nipple with his cigar. I felt a tear run down my face from the pain. He pulled his cock out and pissed on my tit where he burned me. He had this sinister look on his face. He liked inflicting pain. I saw him grab a knife and I pissed the bed I was tied to. He chopped off my tit. I screamed as loud as I could, but it was muffled. When he cut off my other boob, I passed out. He slapped me back awake. Looking at my defiled breasts made me sick. I puked but ended up swallowing it all back down. I wanted to die. I knew snuff porn was how I was going to end the year. I saw him pick up a bat inspired by The Walking Dead Lucille bat that Negan used to kill Glenn and Abraham. I saw him hold it over my head. I prayed for a quick death, but that didn’t happen. I laid there with my own brain matter sprayed over my face twitching while my killer stroked his cock. It seemed like an eternity until everything went dark.
