I love being an ass rape porn star. The more my ass gets fucked and ruined, the more gigs I get. Everyone wants to hire the girl that will take anything or anyone up her ass. I answered a casting call for an anal sex whore. The ad clearly wanted a seasoned whore because it said ass virgins need not apply. I have been taking cock up my ass since I was daddy’s ass slave. When I showed up to the casting call, I was expecting to fuck the director or at least the casting guy. I was hired on the spot. The director had seen my work. He was even hoping I would audition. This was not going to be a mainstream movie. This was a private movie being made for one viewer. I didn’t care if I got paid. I should have let that be a red flag, but I let the Benjamin’s distract me. The next day I showed up at some remote mansion. I met an older Greek man name Nick. He showed me the room where the filming would be. I was shocked to see 6 very young girls tied up and gagged. They appeared to be sex trafficked girls. They were looking at me for help, but I knew if I tried to let them go, I would be killed. This shit was real. The premise of this home movie was that I was the head mistress at an anal training school for young girls. I told myself to focus on the money. When I started force fucking those young asses with dildos and beer bottles, I got super wet. I have my own rape phone sex fantasies. I tore those little buttholes up. They were bleeding and prolapsed. The young girls were crying and screaming, which made me wetter and our patron harder. After a few hours of force fucking those asses, they were primed for his dick. It felt good to be on the other side of the pain for once. Nick is having me come back to help him train some more little trafficked whores. I can’t wait.
He asked me if I was into snuff sex. We were at a BDSM club. I was high and in a bad ass mood. The club I go to is strictly a BDSM club. No blood or bodily fluids can be exchanged, or they lose their license. Phone numbers and social media information, however, can be exchanged. When a guy asks you about snuff sex, it is code in the BDSM underworld for violent sex. It doesn’t mean you have a death wish. Its aggressive, hardcore fucking that sometimes makes you wish you were dead. When I got home that night, I looked up Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding on Facebook and Twitter. He was clearly a bad boy player, which meant the sex would be off the charts. I showed up at his place two days later for some hot sex. Apparently, our ideas about hooking up were different. When I arrived, it wasn’t a cool loft like I expected. Red flag. I should have run. It was a dilapidated old warehouse that was partially burned out. What wasn’t destroyed, looked like a drug house. Honestly, I thought he punked me. I figured he was not interested in me and he gave me bogus information. Typical guy behavior. I started to leave, when some one hit me over the head. I woke up and I was bound, gagged and surrounded by men. This was snuff porn, not hot rough sex. These men looked like wild beasts starving for my flesh. I heard his voice over a speaker. He was serving as a macabre director. He told the guys to tear me from limb to limb. At his command, like well trained dogs, they attacked. They were pulling my limbs, fucking my ass and even eating my flesh. The pain was agonizing. It was like a zombie attack. All I could think about, was what was wrong with me? I was being dismembered, force fucked and eaten alive. Instead of being terrified, I was wet and super aroused. I am such a sick bitch.
Torture sex is my religion. I am a total dark pain slut. I do shit I know could get me killed. I answered a fetish modeling ad on the dark net last week. Any ad on the dark net could end up with me dead. Guys troll for dumb bimbos like me. I am not really that dumb, however. They just think no woman would really want that much pain and torture, but then they never met a woman like me. I have been a cutter all my life. I was daddy’s fuck slave and punching bag before I was even a school girl yet. I have grown up with pain. I crave it now and my threshold has only increased. That is why I am on the dark net hooking up with men for torture fun. Regular Joes can’t fathom the kind of pain I can endure. The kind of pain I want. Thursday night, I showed up at the warehouse I was told to be at. It was dilapidated and filled with cobwebs and creepy crawlies. I followed the light. There I met three men who just introduced themselves as Master 1, 2 and 3. Their faces were obscured by leather masks. I saw the torture chamber and it made my cunt wet. Knifes, blow torches, rope, clamps and piercing needles. They tied me up spread eagle to an old wooden board. They bound my tits so tightly that they immediately turned blue and purple. My pussy was juicy from the pain. They cut my flesh, gave me electric shocks and burned my hair. They wanted me to beg for mercy, not plead for more. I knew they had never seen a whore like me before. When they all started fucking me at once, my ass rape porn star side shined. I begged for all three dicks in my ass at once. They gave up. They were pussies. They could have killed me if they wanted too, but they either wussed out or didn’t want me to enjoy the pain. You won’t wuss, out will you?
After hours of watching snuff movies with Paul, he was so fucked up he wanted to reenact a scene. I thought he was kidding, but he throttled me onto the floor and bound my arms and my feet. He dragged me to his basement like I was a side of beef. Each stair he dragged my bound body down, I was sure would leave a mark. He was extremely angry and hyped up on some sort of meth. He strung me up to a rafter like I was a side of beef. He laughed at me as tears streamed down my face. He put clothes pins on my nipples. He put a wide butt plug up my ass, so I wouldn’t shit myself as he inflicted pain. He whipped my body until it was bloody. He just had this evil smirk on his face. It was torture sex. Nothing but pain. He slapped my face a few times until blood trickled from a busted lip. He wanted my bloody mouth giving him head. He skull fucked my mouth as I bled on his dick. He was so mean and violent with my body. He had never been like this before. I didn’t know what to do. There was nothing I could do but take it. After he came in my bloodied mouth, he used my face as his punching bag. My screams annoyed him because he stuffed a ball gag in my mouth while he took a match to my nipples and clit. He enjoyed melting the flesh off my most sensitive areas. The smell of my burning flesh made me puke. I started to gag on my own vomit because of the ball gag, but he just watched me choke on my own puke until I passed out. My pain is his pleasure. Is it yours too?
Ass rape porn stars get treated like shit, but we keep coming back for more. Not sure why, but I love being abused. I hooked up with this fuck buddy last night, the only problem was that he invited about 10 friends over to share me. I had no heads up. I showed up and they were waiting for me likely hungry vultures. My fuck buddy ripped my clothes off and slapped my face. He ordered me to bend over. I knew I was in trouble with all these horny mother fuckers. They had the eyes of savages. I swallowed hard and did what I was told. They just started fucking my asshole hard. Not just with cocks either. Beer bottles and fists were up my ass too. My asshole was gaping open so much, my fuck body said he could see China. I was not prepared for a gangbang rape porn night. I wanted to get high or drunk, but he wanted me to remember every cock and every object up my ass. He wanted me to feel every dick and all the pain. I wasn’t sure what I did to deserve this, but my ass would not be tight ever again. At one point, they started pissing in my ass and even shook up a few bottles of beer and let it explode up my butthole like a douche cleaning me out. Not sure why, because they just kept filling me up again with cum, piss and beer. It was a very long night.
Domination phone sex is why men call me. They love ordering around a blonde, buxom bimbo like me. I like it too. Richard is an older man I met on the fetish circuit. He is a dominant man with a bevy of beautiful sex slaves. When we hooked up in person, I knew it was essentially an audition. He is looking to expand his posse. He is like the Hugh Hefner of submissive whores. Every season, he picks a new slave. I was auditioning to be his welcome to Fall whore. He is picky, however. His whores must be blonde, buxom and have no body hair. I keep my pussy shaved anyway, so I was ready to meet the infamous Richard. His slaves are well taken care of. If he selected me, I would be paid and receive health care. I wanted the gig, but he was more dominant than I expected. I felt like I was auditioning for a snuff porn. His nipple clamps were electric. It felt like my nipples were being tased. He put one on my clit too. His paddle to spank me had nails attached. If he spanked me hard, I would be in trouble. I tried not to complain or cry. I wanted to flunk the audition, but I feared that if I did, it might kill me. He made it clear that he could kill me anytime and bury me under some Fall leaves and I wouldn’t be found until Spring. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to play it straight by not crying or showing pain, but I lost it with the first whack to my ass. Like 50 nails tore my flesh. I could feel blood trickling down my ass. “You can show pain, Cassandra. I like it,” he said as he pulled out his cock. He whacked my tits too. I started crying and begging for mercy. He came on my tits and said I was hired as his Fall whore. He likes screamers. Fuck. I should have tried to keep my mouth shut. I’m going to need that health insurance. Fuck Fall, I will be dead before its over.
I endured hours of ass rape porn torture from Jim. I needed money to pay the rent, so I decided to use my body to pay the bills. Daddy told me when I was young that all I was good for was sucking and fucking. College was never in my future. I have been a whore ever since I was a school girl. When I need money, I hustle my ass on the street corner with the other whores. I stand out. I am buxom, tall, blonde and clean. Guys pay good money for an hour of heaven with a no taboo whore like me. Jim didn’t want to fuck my used-up cunt, however. He paid for my ass. It wasn’t a typical pull my hair, fuck my ass kind of fuck. He sodomized my ass with various things he had in his car. He started by taking my temperature the old-fashioned way. I needed his cash, so whatever crazy shit he wanted to do was fine by me. I spoke too soon. He started finding larger items from his toolbox like a hammer and a wrench. He made me call him daddy. It reminded me of when I was a little girl living at home with daddy. I was his anal whore first. He trained me to take whatever anyone wants to put up my ass. Then something happened, that made me fight back the tears. He shoved me down on his gear shift. No lube and very forcefully, I was pushed on to the gear shift. Big round leather bulb up my ass. I was sitting on his gear shift. It was all the way up my ass. It was bigger than even a big black cock. He told me to spread my whore legs. He then fucked my bald cunt while his gear shift acted like a monster dildo in my ass. I left blood and shit on his gear shift for which he made me lick it up. It was a painful and humiliating hour, but I can pay the rent now.
Torture sex is what he made me endure for hours. Sexual mutilation with a sadist was not what I signed up for. I met him online and we clicked. I never told him I was a submissive whore. I didn’t want him to think less of me. I try to have normal adult relationships even though I know I don’t deserve them. He was a poser. He was friends with Master and they set me up. I had to be punished for being a cheating slut and thinking I was worthy of a man’s affection. He drugged my drink and when I woke up, I was hanging from a beam naked with my clit tied up and puffy. My master was there assisting with an evil grin on his face. I knew that look and I was in trouble. Maybe enough snuff porn trouble. He threatens to kill me all the time. Somedays, I wish he would. It was hard to hold back the tears as I knew what was coming. I saw the torture instruments. He had on a table in front of me a blow torch, various knives, a taser and clamps. The thought of a blow torch to my clit made me piss myself. “See something you like Cassandra,” Master seethed as he touched the blow torch like he was reading my mind. He knows my fears. He lit it and laughed. His accomplice thought he was just taunting me. When Master actually melted my clit away, his partner puked and passed out from the grotesque image of my mutilated girl parts. The smell of burning flesh lingers in your nostrils for days. I was in shock from the pain. I puked, but didn’t pass out, which might have saved me. In Master’s eyes, I was tougher than his failed assistant. He turned the blow torch on his balls and dick and I was just grateful the focus was no longer on me.
Ass rape porn star is what they called me as they were sodomizing my ass on the pool table of the bar. I stopped in for a drink after a night out with my girlfriends. It is my local dive bar. They know me there, but the crowd was different last night. It was mostly younger guys, not the old drunks who flirt with me and buy me drinks. These guys weren’t interested in flirting with me. They acted like I owed them attention or something. When I started to leave because there were no men in the bar, just boys, one of the dudes grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my arm. Another guy hit me in the back of the head with a beer bottle. Blood started trickling down my face. They joked about retarding me. I was stumbling to get out of the place, but they grabbed me and tossed me on to the pool table. They ripped the clothes from my body and fucked me with beer bottles. Sodomizing me with beer bottles was their forelay. No one would help me. I felt like Jodi Foster in The Accused. I went from ass rape to gangbang rape porn star when they started fucking me several at a time. I wasn’t drunk enough for this shit. What I wanted didn’t matter. They came in me and on me as they joked about the blonde bimbo up for grabs. I had to crawl home from the bar battered, bloodied and naked.
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you have fantasies about beating a bimbo dead? I hooked up with Trevor after months of cyber sex. We met in a fetish chat room. I had dark fantasies about being beat to death and he always wanted to kill a worthless bimbo like me. On fetish sites you never know if folks are for real or not. I thought we were talking fantasy and maybe if we hooked up in person, we could do a snuff roleplay. I enjoy being smacked around and BDSM games. When I met him, he escorted me to his dungeon. He seemed like a regular man with some kinks. I like kinks. He stripped me naked and tied me up. I was spread eagle with ropes, so my body made an X. He strapped one of those industrial vibrators to my pussy and turned it on. It was moving fast on my clit causing me to cum over and over. Soon it became too intense. I begged him to stop it. He punched me in the gut hard. I thought I might puke. I held back the tears and braced myself for the pain I knew was imminent. He started using my body as his private punching bag. He went Mike Tyson on my boobs until he burst each saline bag. Then he laughed at my lopsided boobs. He was not one of my fantasy phone sex callers. This man wanted to make his dark fantasies come true with me. He wanted to hurt me dead. He kept mixing pleasure with pain until I was puking and bleeding all over my naked body. I was close to passing out when he revived me with smelling salts. “I want you to feel every inch of me whore,” he seethed in my ear. Every inch was not his cock but his fists. He didn’t kill me only because I am one tough broad, but he left me for dead. I survived out of tenacity and because I want you to be the one to finally snuff sex me to death.
