My daddy had more than just rape fantasies. When I was a young girl, he made money off me with gangbang rape porn videos. He would give me a lot of Benadryl and a shot of whisky and let random men fuck me. I would try to act like it was just a dream, but I would wake up the next morning with a sore butt hole and cum in my pussy and ass. I could barely walk. The older I became, the more I resisted and the more difficult it became to drug me. That is when daddy started using rope to bind me, so I couldn’t fight. Twenty years later I am still the subject of rape phone sex fantasies. My current boyfriend is just like my father. A mean son of a bitch who pimps me out for money. I guess you can say I have a type. I like bad boys clearly. My man pimped me out on the weekend to a bunch of guys who violently gang banged me. They were savages and now my ass is prolapsed, and my pussy is stilll healing. I had so many cocks in my cunt at once, my inner pussy lips tore and required stitches. But my boyfriend made money just like my daddy did and that is all that matters, right?
I know he likes sex with dead bodies. I bring him girls all the time to kill and fuck. I knew it would be my number eventually. I pissed him off. I brought him a little girl like he asked, but she was not a virgin. I just assumed because of her age that she was a virgin. I guess her daddy got to her just like mine did to me at that age. I should have done the finger test. Master is always telling me to stick a finger up their bald little cunnies to check for an intact hymen. I didn’t do that and now Master can’t sell the little whore for as much as he could if she was untouched. He slapped me around first. That was followed by rough sex. He was strangling me while imagining I was his ass rape porn star. He shoved his cock inside me so deep, his balls went flush against my ass. Master has a big dick too. He is about 11-inches. As he was brutally fucking my ass, he was strangling me too. Chocking the life out of me, so he could fuck me dead. He loves fucking girls after he has killed him. I just never thought it would be me. But there I was feeling the life go out of me for fucking up his instructions. I hope he enjoyed me after he killed me.
Guys call me often to explore their rape phone sex fantasies. My daddy had his way with me when I was just a little girl. I am accustomed to being force fucked. I hated my father. I ran away when I was a teen girl. I ran right into the arms of men just like him too. Men who just want to fuck me. Men who just want to use me. I have learned that I don’t deserve love and affection. I am a worthless fuck slave. I met a much older man last night who was eerily like my father. He was with his little ones trick or treating. He saw me and saw something he liked. He came back later in the night and took what he wanted. I don’t know why I let him inside. My daddy issues, I guess. He slapped me, then tore my clothes off. He forced my head down on his cock. I was gagging, barely able to breathe. He had stuffed his entire cock and balls down my throat. That was nothing compared to what he did to my ass. He fucked it so hard, my ass prolapsed. My asshole was on the outside, sore, swollen and bright red. He laughed at my prolapse. I begged him to leave. He slapped me again, made me call him daddy and fucked me harder. Once he was done, I was a hot mess. Coated in sweat and cum, turning black and blue with a prolapsed asshole. I guess I am destined to always be daddy’s little fuck slut.
Snuff sex is all I am good for. He made that abundantly clear the other night. We met on Tinder. He wanted a submissive whore to fuck. I was hoping for bondage, maybe some light BDSM fun. That shit was too vanilla for him. Not what he wanted at all. He wanted to hurt me. He tied me up with my own rope in my own bedroom and whipped me. He was a lifestyle S and Mer. He brought his whips and chains and other BDSM equipment. I was not getting the Fifty Shades of Gray treatment I was in the mood for. I was getting the Saw torture porn treatment. He cut and burned my flesh. I screamed bloody murder. That made him harder. I was scared. He pierced my nipples and my clit with a long needle. Torture sex got him off. Not what I signed up for, at least not that night. I was not sure if I was going to live or die. I was bleeding. I was battered. I was defeated. He left me tied up and in pain until a neighbor rescued me. Never again will I do Tinder.
Snuff sex is all I have now. I am part of the undead. He turned me. My sexy, mysterious, powerful lover turned me. Now, I am a creature of the night. One of the lost girls. My hunger is real. I have tried to resist what I am, but I was starving. I went out after midnight to hunt for food for me and master. He was hungry too, but if he dies, I die. So, I went out to get him food. To get us food. I looked for something young and tender. Young flesh is healthy and yummy. Sweet blood. I found a young hooker, but she could have been diseased, so I kept looking. I went to the movie theater and found a sweet young blonde girl. Blonde mini me without the tits and still alive. She was perfect. She was on a date. They looked like high schoolers. Perfect. Two for one. I thought master and I could eat the girl, drain her blood and quench our hunger. The boy I could turn for my own sexual pleasure. Wasn’t sure master would go for that, but it was worth a shot. I hypnotized our dinner and brought them back to the castle. Master was so pleased with the young morsel I brought him, he said I could do what I wanted with the boy. I turned him as he was fucking me. His little girlfriend didn’t fair so well. Master likes to play with his food first. He used her like an ass rape porn star before he drained her of all her blood. He was so into her sweet taste; he didn’t live me even a drop. That changed things for my boy toy. No more turning the lad. He became dinner. But he was a good fuck. I guess I just had dessert before dinner.
I was at a Halloween party with this guy who said he loved having sex with dead bodies. I thought he was joking until he showed me his morgue ID. He works at the county morgue. I have heard about creepy shit like this, but thought it was just urban legend. He asked me if I had ever fucked a dead man. I had never even thought about it until he told me when the cadavers first come in, the men have hard cocks from rigamortis. I started thinking about all those stiff dead dicks attached to men who couldn’t hurt me, who couldn’t shame me either. I know I am a taboo phone sex slut, but this was extreme taboo even for me. We got high together, and he took me to where he works. Signed me in as a visitor. I was walking around with the dead. I was scared and aroused at the same time. He found this black young gang banger who was shot just hours ago. He was on the slab awaiting process of the body. My new friend processes cadavers of crime scenes. He worked quickly to get the DNA evidence he needed for the police so the cock would still be stiff as a board. When he was done, he told me to hop on the cock and take it for a ride while I could. My morgue buddy jacked his cock watching me fuck a dead man. The dead man’s cock didn’t feel dead. It was warm and twitching inside my pussy. I felt wickedly sinful. I had never even thought about necrophilia before. Now, I may never stop thinking about it. I came so hard and so did my buddy. He didn’t mind sloppy seconds because there was no cum in me. Dead men can fuck but they can’t cum.
I have a sexy caller who likes vampire fantasy phone sex calls. I have long lusted after sexy vampires. When I was a young girl getting abused by daddy, I watched a movie called Fright Night repeatedly wishing the hot vampire would turn me and take me away from my asshole father. They made a remake with Colin Farrell as the vamp, but he wasn’t as hot. As an adult I was obsessed with Eric on True Blood and always wanted an eternal life as his bitch. Something primal and dangerous about vampires that I find attractive. I think its their power and the fact that they can kill me. I can be their snuff sex victim forever. Never age past the age I was turned. I know vampires aren’t real, but I wish they were. I would gladly be vampire bait for a sexy vampire like Eric or my sexy caller. I am easily addicted to powerful, deadly men. Being an eternal submissive whore is just so fucking hot. Do you agree?
Castration phone sex is not what I am known for but I am a sexy switch, so when I had the opportunity to dominate a guy, I jumped on it. Trey is a co-worker of my current master. Master asked me a favor and I couldn’t refuse him. Trey needs a dominatrix for small dick humiliation and cock and ball torture. With Craig’s List and the Back Pages no longer advertising dominatrix’s, he was struggling with finding a mistress who would not take advantage of him. He has been blackmailed, jack rolled and scammed. Master knew I would be an honest bitch because if I was not, he would punish me. I was happy to meet Trey. I could see why he needed SDH and CBT when I saw him naked. Such a waste of a man! He was was handsome with a great job. Filthy rich but he had a 2-inch dick. I met him at his place where he had all the instruments for extreme cock and ball torture. I weighted this balls and pulled them down almost to the ground. His balls were bigger than his dick! I used a switch to punish his nut sack. I whipped his worthless testicles until they were bright red and swollen. He was crying from the pain, yet his nub was as hard as a clit on a pussy being finger banged by George Clooney. I told him he didn’t deserve balls because a dick that small didn’t deserve to cum ever. I could see his arousal over my suggestion that he be castrated. I was in bad ass bitch mode. I let the power get to my head and I clipped his balls off with fence cutters. I had an “uh oh” moment because there was no going back. I took his nuts and he was bleeding profusely. Trey loved it. He was begging me to take the whole enchilada. I couldn’t do that because it might kill him. I cauterized his wound, and called 911. Surely they have seen things worse than a home castration gone wrong, right? Trey lost his balls and if Master ever finds out, I may lose my life.
I was a slave living in a farm with other slaves. I thought my days of snuff movies were over until he called me over. Too many slaves, not enough resources, so someone had to go. I thought at first, he would set me free, but he had other plans. He wanted me to beg to be saved. He wanted me to show him that I deserved to stay because I was a better slave than the rest of them. I knew I was not special in his eyes. I was horded like cattle in a slave factory. I did my best to prove I was a worthy slave. I bent over for him to whack my ass and beat my titties as hard and as much as he wanted. Whack. Whack. Whack was all I could hear. I begged him to fuck me. I knew I was younger and prettier than some of the slaves, but a slave is a slave. Whack. Whack. Whack. He smacked my ass, my face and my tits. He got off on hitting me. He got off on seeing me beg and fight to be spared. When he fucked my ass, I thought maybe I can fuck myself to survive. His hands went around my throat tightly as he ravaged my asshole. I was struggling to breathe as he fucked me. That was when I knew it was over. That is when I knew I never stood a chance at survival. He strangled me to death while fucking me. I was foolish to think I even stood a chance.
Torture sex was on her mind. She found out her husband was cheating on her with me. Instead of confronting me or putting me on blast on social media, she plotted a painful revenge. She used her husband’s phone to lure me to a no tell motel on the outskirts of town. I thought my married lover was being careful. I didn’t know yet that his wife had busted us. I soon found out just how pissed off she was over our affair. The moment I entered the motel room, she jumped me. She used a taser to subdue me. She tied me up and fucked my ass with a cattle prod that shocked my ass with every thrust. I was convulsing and pissing myself in a dank, dark motel room. If I screamed, I was sure no one would come to my rescue. This was likely a junkie motel. She yelled at me for fucking her man. She called me a dirty skank and insisted she would teach me a lesson. She would if she didn’t kill me. I wanted to die. I was in a downward dog position exposing my ass to her ass rape porn torture methods. I could feel my asshole prolapsing. She was merciless. She wanted me to suffer. Mission accomplished. I was crying in pain and humiliation. She left me in that motel tied up. The maid found me bound and laying in a pool of my own drool and piss the next morning. I guess I need to find a new boyfriend.
