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.
I am a good submissive. It was what I was born to do. I was not born to dominate, but sometimes a master wants me to take the reigns when breaking in a new slave. It is against my nature, but if I want to live, I do it. Master brought me Lauri. She is a new working girl in his harem. She is a special girl. She used to be a man. Master wants to take advantage of the new demand for special girls, so he added a T-girl and a transgendered girl. I had to break her in. I mustered up all my anger for master and his friends and took it out on her girl parts. She had a newly minted pussy that I destroyed. As I took a baseball bat to her brand new pussy, she screamed in pain. I was just getting started. I took a knife and carved whore on her fake boobs. I know that hurt. She cried and pleaded for mercy. I did feel bad, but I was gaining favor with our master and pimp. Master brands all his whores. I couldn’t kill her, so I had to stop. She was destroyed, but I would nurse her back to gold. If I don’t, master will let her return the favor and I am she would give back worse than I delivered.
I asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He said me as his ass rape porn star. The he I am talking about is my neighbor boy. He is half my age and never been anything more to me than the neighbor boy. I sometimes pay him to mow my lawn and do odd jobs around the house. I was shocked when he said he wanted to fuck my ass all night long. I took it as a joke and laughed him off. Later that night, him and his friends broke into my house and had their way with me. I am an owned bitch. If my owner and lover found out, he would punish me harder than teen boys ever could. I could have fought more, but the truth is they were cute boys. I enjoyed their aggressiveness. They wanted a blonde bimbo for their gangbang rape porn. They didn’t want me to enjoy it, however. They had no clue whose house they broke into last night. I am a seasoned pain slut. I like rough sex. I screamed and protested while they shoved their young cocks in my fuck holes but my wet pussy betrayed me. They fucked me good for high school boys. They had more violence in them than I expected. I wish I would have known my neighbor boy was a violent offender sooner.
