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.
I had one job. One job only and I failed. I was hired as courier to take a large sum of money from one place to another. I was too stupid to realize that I was being followed. Out of nowhere, I was jumped and drugged. I woke up chained to a chair being interrogated about the code to my briefcase. I tried to play dumb, but my captor was not buying it. He slapped me, punched me, broke me until I gave him the code to unlock the briefcase full of money. I knew I was going to die. Either the drug dealer I work for would kill me for loosing one million of his money or my captor was going to kill me. With my captor, I would die quicker at least. Or, so I thought. It didn’t seem like a quick snuff sex death. He violated me sexually first. He quickly discovered my dirty secret. I am a pain slut. The more he abused me, the wetter my cunt got. He slapped me. He skull fucked me. He tied up my boobs and choked me. He strangled me while he fucked me. As painful as his torture was, I knew it was better than being killed at the hands of a drug dealer out 1 million dollars. His cock was inside me cumming as I took my last breath.
He said he had rape phone sex fantasies. I told him you can’t force fuck the willing. I was trying to be cute and sassy. It backfired. He was determined to make me not want it. Determined to make me hate it. He succeeded. He was not alone. He brought friends. Horny men who needed a warm wet hole to destroy. It reminded me of my youth. Daddy never wanted me to enjoy sex. I never did when I was young. He succeeded. Years later, I became a pain slut. I embraced my youth. I have fucked men far meaner than daddy ever was to me. Men like Jack, who wanted to ruin my holes. Ruin any chance of an orgasm for me. He orchestrated the gangbang rape porn. I was wet when they fucked me with their cocks. That is when they switched it up. Determined to make me regret saying he couldn’t force fuck the willing, he picked up a big baseball bat and sodomized me with it until I was crying. His posse of horny monsters picked up various objects and fucked me harder. A baseball bat was mild in comparison. I got a wine bottle, a hammer, even a handgun shoved up my cunt and ass while men jacked off on my face. By the time they were done proving their point, I was coated in blood and cum. I was no longer willing.
No Black Friday for me. I made a snuff porn. Not that I had a choice. Master kept me captive for the holiday. I think he was afraid I would not come back if I went shopping or even left the house. I managed to convince him to let me leave for an hour. I promised I would only shop for a human snuff star. I know what Master likes. He likes them young and blonde with no tits or fur on their pussies yet. I didn’t have much time, but I knew where to go to get the perfect snuff star quickly. The mall. I knew it might be crazy because of black Friday shopping, but that meant distracted mothers. I drugged a little tender age girl and got her out of the mall in 30 minutes or less. It was easier than getting pizza delivery. I thought about running, but Master has eyes everywhere. He would find me, and he would kill me. He owns me for life. I felt a little bad about kidnapping a young innocent girl. But in the snuff sex world it is survival of the fittest. If Master had a sweet young thing to kill and torture, then he would not kill or torture me. At least not that day. He was happy with his present. She was younger and tighter than he expected. I watched Master destroy her little holes. He made me film her destruction. My guilt subsided quickly because I was still alive. It was her or me. When presented with that kind of choice, I will always pick me. I will be the last bitch standing.
Strangulation phone sex chokes the life out of a girl. I am a fan of erotic asphyxiation, but it is a dangerous fetish. I met a guy on an asphyxiation site. We hooked up last night. It was a risk, but a risk that I was willing to take because I get off so hard with it. I am a pain slut. He promised to not go easy on me. He had fantasies about strangling a girl. I wanted to be that girl! We got together last night. I had him come over to my house. I had a variety of ropes, belts and scarves to use, but he preferred his hands. He put his hands on my throat as he kissed me and ripped my clothes off with the other hand. I was fucking drenched at the thought of him fucking me after I passed out. I lost consciousness quickly. He woke me up with smelling salts. His cock was buried in my ass when I woke up. His big hand around my throat. He said I was turning blue and purple around my neck already. That turned him on more. He fucked me harder. I spent the night passing out and being revived. My ass, pussy and neck were all abused. I loved every moment of it too.
He told me I was his snuff porn doll. I knew he meant it too. I was chained up in his bedroom. I was there for several days. I owed him money from a bad debt, and he was collecting with a pound of flesh. My flesh. He said I was too pretty to fuck, so he beat me black, blue, and purple. I hate when men hit my face. Most guys don’t want the bruises they give me to show. Most men don’t want to ruin my face. My face and my tits are what make money. He was not most men. He was a sadistic man, a heavy misogynist, and a violent man. I would be lucky to survive him. I almost didn’t, however. He punched me so hard in the face, I tasted blood. He laughed as I cried. I tried to fight back the tears, but he was making me ugly with his fist. He took turns between fucking and hitting me. The harder he hit me, the more he fucked me. Punching me made him horny or perhaps it was my crying. It didn’t matter, I was being abused and he was amused. I was saved by the bell. Literally, saved by the doorbell. His wife came home early from her trip, wondered why the door was deadbolted. She unwittingly saved my life. He forced me out the window and down the fire escape. I guess I need to be cognizant of who I owe money too.
