Kidnapping phone sex calls are a crap shoot. I never know what is going to happen to me. That is what makes it hot as hell. I found myself alone on a dark road with a flat tire. There was a huge castle that I could see about a mile away. I decided to walk there. I had no cell reception. I couldn’t call for a tow. I thought maybe the house had a phone I could use. A butler old as fuck and creepy answered the door. I was hesitant to go inside because it felt off. Before I could turn around, however, the creepy butler had my arm. He was dragging me down a corridor. I saw women laying on the floor. They looked half dead. Pale and weak. I swallowed hard as the butler dragged me into a room. It was dark and damp. It smelled like death. There was a man standing in front of a desk. A mirror behind him, but he had no reflection. I was in trouble. I was certainly doomed. I was going to be be vampire food like the girls I saw half dead. They had been drained of blood and I was next. I knew he was the reason for the disappearance of all the young girls in the area. I walked right into his trap. I knew I should run, but he had a hypnotic spell on me. I was weak and powerless as he walked towards me. He told me he was going to kill me, but that didn’t make me scared. I wanted to be with him for eternity. That was not what he wanted, however. He granted me one last orgasm before he killed me. He bit into my neck. Blood spurted everywhere and I got weak and cold. I pleaded to be turned and he did. I am now a sexy vampire, trapped as a beautiful blonde goddess forever.
When you are known as an ass rape porn star, men are always pushing your boundaries. I was doing a fetish shoot this week that got way more extreme than I signed up for. The director wanted to film my ass getting fisted and fucked by a few men. Fine. I have done that in my sex life, so why not for the camera for some money, right? One of the guys started calling me a whore and joking about my loose asshole. That is when the director had a brilliant idea as he called it. It was not brilliant. It was painful. It was anal torture sex. He brought out this fuck machine, but instead of using a dildo on it, he affixed a baseball bat with a wide base. Holy fuck my ass got assaulted. He rammed it in full speed. It was sodomizing me so fast and hard, I knew things would get ugly. And they did. I shit and bled everywhere. They were laughing at the dirty whore who couldn’t control herself. The smell was awful. I wanted to die from the pain. My ass was prolapsed and bleeding. They just laughed at me. When they took the baseball bat out of my swollen asshole, the pushed me to the ground to lick up my mess. I felt like I wanted to die all over again.
He told me I could be the next great snuff porn star. He wanted to audition me personally. He asked me if I had been an actress before. My only acting experience is on the phone. As a phone sex slut, I have been many things to many different men. I was stupid to believe he was a director and I was the next Marilyn Monroe. I honestly thought this guy wanted me for fetish movies. I have a long resume of fetish modeling. I thought he wanted to make some fetish porn with me as the star. He just wanted me for his private 8MM film. It would be my one and only film. I agreed to a casting couch audition thinking he was legit. The moment I was naked, his hands were around my throat. A camera dangled above my head catching the struggle. He was killing me himself for a homemade snuff sex film. I wondered how many other pretty ingenues fell for his line. Was I the first? Was I special in that I was the only one? I fought as long as I could, even scratching his flesh until he bled. But in the end, he was right. I was born to make a snuff film. One glorious snuff movie.
Taboo phone sex fantasies run through my head all the time. I want to be owned as a slave. Kept like a pet in a cage. A collar around my neck that says, “Whore.” You lock me up when you sleep or leave because I cannot be trusted left to my own devices. You let me out when you are home and fuck me how you please. Share me with your friends too. Share me with strangers if you prefer. Hurt me. Abuse me. Punch me. Slap me. Force fuck me. Choke me. Strangle me. Burn me. Cut me. Brand me. Tie me up. Gang bang me. Piss on me. Pierce me. Stab me. Suffocate me. Kill me. I am a twisted girl with twisted desires. It makes my cunt wet to be your dirty slave. Nothing makes me happier than catering to your darkest desires.
I was out jogging when a car almost ran me off the road. I fell into a ditch. Before I could pick myself up, a guy got out of the car and put a bag over my head. I was squirming to get out. I ended up getting conked in the head by someone. I woke up in a little cell. It was like a go go dancer cage, but not as glamorous. I could barely move around. I was trying to get my bearings when a guy came down and rattled the cage. He reached his hands through the cage and pulled me back on his cock. He fucked my ass through a cage He was strong. His grip on me was tight. After he came in my ass, more men came into the room and fucked me the same way, through the cage. I was a captive. After a couple hours of being sodomized, my captor told me he was selling me to the highest bidder. He just wanted my holes used first because the man who bought me wanted a dirty used-up skank to fuck. I was kidnapped and sold to this guy who said I was too pretty to fuck. He took care of that. He carved my face all up. Wrote whore in my flesh and fucked every hole I have. He didn’t even care that I was bleeding. He liked fucking a carved up old skank more.
Ass rape porn was on his mind again. It always is. He calls me his anal whore slave. I hate when he fucks my ass because he is long and thick, and it always hurts. It hurt more today than usual because he used Ben Gay as lube. Like who the fuck does that? He had just fucked my ass raw. He tore the flesh in my ass. With those holes in my flesh, the Ben Gay stung like a mother fucking swarm of bees was loose in my asshole. I thought he was done with me after he came in my ass. He wasn’t the only one fucking my ass. He had a bunch of friends over. Mean men. Men with big cocks. I was fighting. I know better, but I was in pain. Pain beyond the comfort level of even the best pain slut! He had to tie me down to his work out bench and gag my mouth because I was screaming. One man after another fucked my ass. Not with only cock either. Fists, baseball bats, beer bottles and one guy used a rolling pin. My ass was battered, and I think permanently damaged. I must buy him a new work out bench he says because I ruined it with blood, shit and cum. In my defense, I was not expecting to make a gangbang rape porn.
I have a kidnapping phone sex story for you. I was hitching on the side of the road after my car died. It was broad daylight. Honestly, I thought I could walk to the nearest gas station, but I was getting over heated. It was over 100 degrees outside. I took a ride from an older man. He looked harmless. Looks can be deceiving. I was not in his car for more than 10 minutes when he jabbed a needle in my thigh. I guess I passed out because I woke up chained and shacked in a dungeon. It was an underground prison. I started screaming. He came down and told me I was his prisoner now. He told me this story of losing his last whore to snuff sex. I was scared because I had no clue where I was or what this man could do. He entered my cell to skull fuck me while I was chained to his cell door. I was gagging and struggling to breathe. I was trapped, however, with nowhere to go. When he undid my chains, I thought maybe I could escape, but he made it clear if I even blinked, he would slit my throat. I let him fuck me for days. I never fought because I was positive that he killed his last captive because she fought. I just wanted to live, so I put up with the ass fucking, skull fucking and cunt fisting. Eventually, he would let me go and he did. He drugged me again and I guess drove me to a corn field and dumped my naked body. A farmer and his ranch hand found me while shucking corn. I had no clue how I got there or how long I had been there. I guess the lesson here is never take rides from strangers.
Domination phone sex is what a slut like me needs. I try to tell guys I am a switch, but that is just me resisting my true nature as a submissive whore. That is what Ted said. He wanted to break me. I thought he meant spiritually, like when you are getting slave trained to a new master. He wanted me broken mind, body and spirit. I spent 4 days locked in his basement. I was chained up naked. I was deprived light and basic necessities like food and water. I was even denied my dignity because I had to piss and shit on the floor. Everyday, he came in and hosed me off like a dirty animal. It was difficult to keep it together in the dark, starving and cold. He would shock me with a cattle prod. He would piss in my face. He would make me say, “I’m a worthless cunt,” repeatedly. I wanted released badly, but he didn’t think I was broken enough yet. I didn’t know how I could be more broken unless I was like snuff porn dead. He started cutting on my tits and punching them so hard the saline bags popped. At this point, I wanted to be dead. He suddenly released me. I was bloody and battered and mutilated, but I was saying yes Sir and no Sir like a good girl. I guess it just takes the right man to make me understand I am no switch. I am only a submissive whore.
Bondage phone sex gets kinky with me all the time. I am not a normal girl. I do fetish photo shoots and some of the guys who hire me are legitimate fetish directors and photographers. Others are not. It is a gamble, but as a taboo whore, I like risky odds. I take many risks. My last photo shoot was in Columbus, OH. It went well and was a legitimate outfit I have worked for before. That was a risk that went well for me. When one of the crew gave me the name of another director, I assumed it was legitimate too. That was a wrong assumption on my part and an example of one of many bad risks I have taken. I arrived at some studio in bumb fuck Indiana the other night. No crew. No set. It didn’t appear to be a legitimate operation, but being the dumb bimbo, I am, I didn’t turn away when the bells and whistles were going off in my head. A large man greeted me at the door and yanked me inside. In a matter of minutes, I was hanging upside down getting skull fucked. I was hoping that was the worst of it, but not by a long shot. He took a taser to my pussy and ass. I was convulsing upside down and pissing everywhere. Because of hanging upside down, the piss went all over me. I was tasting my own urine. He kept me strung up so long, I passed out because of the blood rushing to my head. The next morning, he let me go, but he made it clear I was not being paid to be his stupid torture sex slave. Live and learn. I am lucky I continue to live because I never seem to learn.
I was in Columbus again this past weekend for a torture phone sex shoot. There is an outfit there that loves me. They hire me every couple months. This was not the same director as last time. I recognized him though from the last shoot. He shared the camera with me as my executioner. This time he was behind the camera to film me. The studio was not as as busy as the last time. It felt off to me. I wasn’t sure why, but it did. I asked a few questions because I didn’t want to get myself in a jam out of town. This was a private film. A simulated snuff porn he assured me. It was for a private wealthy client. I saw 8MM. I called bullshit on the simulated part. I didn’t want to die. I was lured by the stack of money, tax free. I agreed. They didn’t kill me but it was torture. I was tied to a standing beam with my feet above the grown. It was mummification and breath play. I was sweating. I could feel my heart beat slowing down. I was not comfortable. When my costar pulled out his cock I thought if he skull fucked me, I might die. He skull fucked me but I didn’t die. I did pass out. Luckily, I was revived. I could have died. These were strangers. I was in a strange town. It was torture but torture pays well.
