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.
Torture sex was on his mind. I didn’t know him. He came into the BDSM club I was working at the other night. I moonlight at the front desk a few nights a week. He was not interested in one of our female patrons. He wanted me. I told him I couldn’t leave the front desk unattended. He was not happy to hear that. He made a few calls and the next thing I knew I was being relived by the owner of the club. This guy was a big spender, or I never would have been allowed to go with him. That scared me. Men with that kind of money will do anything to a woman, especially a submissive taboo phone sex slut like me. I had no choice. I could lose my job if I didn’t entertain this man. I went with him into the basement. That was the choice dungeon of the most wicked patrons. I almost pissed myself. I tried to keep my composure but when I saw the room, I panicked. I tried to run, but he slammed my head against the wall. I passed out. When I woke up, I was suspended over a free-standing rack. He lowered me onto it. The racked rolled, kneading my flesh hard. It was painful. Something sharp was on the rollers cutting and tearing my flesh. He attached electrodes to my body so he could shock me. He put a tube down my throat to restrict my breathing. Well, that is what I thought. It was to choke me on cum on piss. He had a pitcher full or urine and cum that he poured down my throat. I was choking and gagging. I threw-up and swallowed it right back. I was tortured for hours. Then just like that he left, and my boss released me. I still don’t know who was that rich and that sadistic to torture me at work like that. Was it you?
I was out of town this week for a few days but still managed to make a gangbang rape porn. It was not on my holiday agenda, however. I was at this little dive bar with my girlfriends. I can out drink all my friends. Hell, I can out drink most men too. I was making friends in this watering hole not far from where we were staying. This was hillbilly country. We rented a cabin in the woods. These guys I met weren’t like boys from Deliverance or anything, but they were rednecks. One was nice enough to walk me home. I was stumbling, but the cabin was half a mile away. He walked me to his truck where his drinking bodies shoved me in the back. They started fucking me and calling me a trailer park whore. I was drunk and disorientated. I screamed but that just brought more men to the truck to join in. A bunch of hillbilly rednecks gang banged me in the back of a Ford truck. They were brutal about it too. By the time they were done, I was covered in cum. My pussy and ass were bleeding and my clothes torn. I had to walk back to my cabin half naked in the dark. I can never escape taboo phone sex.
He told me his dark fantasy was sex with dead bodies. He was so handsome and powerful. I wanted to fulfill his fantasy. He had a smoldering sexy appeal. He made me feel weak. I suggested erotic asphyxiation. He pulled his belt off his pants and put it around my neck. I didn’t think he would kill me. I thought we had a clear understanding of safe words. When I yelled cheese, he would loosen his grip around my neck. I passed out a few times, but he revived me quickly. He was fucking my ass hard the entire time. He fucked me harder when I was passed out. After the second time, he fucked me with an intensity I had never felt. With every thrust, the belt got tighter and tighter. I was screaming the safe word until I had no voice anymore. I knew I was turning blue. He was in a zone. A zone that equaled snuff sex for me. I was struggling to breathe. It was clear to me; I was going to die. The fight in me left my body and as he fucked me, my body flopped around like a fish out of water until I took my very last gasp. Now I know. Never try to make a sadistic man’s darkest fantasy come true.
I have cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I know that is pretty sick, right? I fantasize about being killed, cooked and eaten by a man. Not sure where my fantasies come from. I am a submissive whore, but I want to live. Well, most days I want to live. I saw a movie a couple years ago called The Green Inferno. It is a horror movie about some college do gooders lost in Amazon jungle. They find a lost tribe who thinks they are dinner. Watching men and women being tortured as meal preparation made my pussy wet. I started thinking about a hitchhiker picking me up and having me as dinner. I thought about meeting the real Hannibal Lector and him dining on my flesh. The idea that I can serve a man better in death than I can in life gets me off. I don’t want it done slowly though. I want to be tortured first. I also want to be seasoned. Sautee my tits in an olive oil, butter my insides as well as my outsides and season me with some garden vegetables. I want the man who consumes me to get a hard cock smelling my flesh burn. So, what do you think? We can make a snuff porn and have dinner together!
Bondage phone sex is unpredictable. I sign up for some BDSM games and sometimes it gets out of control. Last night was one such night. I responded to an ad for an experienced BDSM model. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. I have been a highlighted model on all the top fetish sites too, so I thought I would be perfect for the job. It was a scam. When I arrived, I was trapped. There was no modeling gig. I was forced to do life sex shows. BDSM sex shows for an online audience. The director was my captor. He showed me pictures of previous models. They were all dead. Beaten to death it looked like. I was going to be making a snuff porn if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I was duped into being a sex slave. I spent the entire day getting fucked in the ass. That wasn’t all either. He choked me repeatedly until I passed out. He would put something under my nose to revive me, just to choke me out again. I was screaming for help, but his audience thought it was staged. I was a trapped fetish model, forced to do live BDSM shows or die. I managed to escape only because I have been a prisoner before. I am sure I will be again too.
