Bondage phone sex to the extreme is one of the many things I do. I am a submissive slut, but I am not the 50 Shades of Gray kind of BDSM girl. That is so tame in comparison to my life. I have a master who is a far cry from Mr. Gray. He is more like Freddy Krueger or Jason Vohrees if they were real and owned bitches. He had me chained in his basement dungeon for days. I was deprived heat and water, even food. I had no potty breaks which meant I was shitting and pissing where I was chained up. I was on the rag too, but I was not even given basic sanitary protection. I knelt in my own piss, shit and blood for several days until he decided he wanted to play with his dirty pet. I was relived when I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, but it was short lived. He had a friend with him. One with four legs and a big slimy red rocket. I was made to suck it before he would even grant me one wish. After I downed man’s best friend’s nasty spunk, I begged to clean myself up. He just laughed at me and had his friend piss on me. No wish was granted. He came downstairs to have some nasty fun with his play thing. He had a dildo made of glass to penetrate my fuck holes, but before he fucked his slave, he smashed the dildo, so he was fucking me with broken glass. He is a sub’s worst nightmare. He likes to shred flesh, scar a whore. He told me I was too pretty with too perfect holes to be his slave, so he ruined me. He tore my cunt from the inside out, my ass too then he tied me back up. He said he had a surprise for me later. I think I would rather die.
Torture sex was how I died. He was my executioner. I had been sentenced to die by a judge, but this was no ordinary prison. This was an experimental prison exploring new forms of torture and death for women like me. My executioner had been exploring death by Roman crucifixion. Do you know how painful that is? It is a gruesome and painful way to die. Before he nailed me to the cross, however, he whipped me over a hundred times. Both sides of my body were battered and bleeding from the lashes of his whip before he nailed me to the cross with outstretched arms and legs. I didn’t look peaceful nailed to the cross like Jesus. Did you know they don’t nail you by the hands and feet? He drove 6 inch nails into my wrists and my ankles. My entire body weight was being supported by my nailed limbs, which but a strain on my rib cage thus making it torture to just breathe. I couldn’t take in a full breath. I didn’t die of exposure or pain; I died of asphyxiation. I could feel my battered and bloodied body turning blue from lack of oxygen. I could feel myself getting weak. I thought I would be on that cross for days, but it was more like hours. My executioner stood watching me die, aroused. It was like he was looking at a work of art, not a dying woman. I deserved my death, but even as a pain slut, my executioner enjoyed my capital punishment more than me.
Sex with dead bodies is what he said he wanted for Christmas. I looked at him and laughed. I didn’t think he was serious. When I started laughing and dismissed what he was saying as a joke, he throttled me. His hands, big and strong, were wrapped around my neck tightly. I was fighting him off, but he was so strong. I could feel myself getting weak because I was losing oxygen. I managed to get away. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. But, it was like a scene from The Shining. He took an axe to the door and said, “Here’s Tommy.” I was trapped. I pleaded for my life. I begged for forgiveness for doubting he wanted to fuck my dead corpse. He claimed I was on Santa’s naughty list and didn’t deserve to live. I had no where to go. I was in the tub with my hands covering my face when he started hacking at my arms. My blood sprayed the walls. I slumped over the tub. My arms bleeding out into the tub. I felt his cock enter my ass as I my body slowly drained out in the tub. The last thing I remember was a knife to my throat as he told me my old used up ass wasn’t tight enough to get him off. He slit my throat, saying maybe I would be a better fuck dead. What do you think?
Taboo phone sex is my specialty. I do the things most women won’t even consider. That is because I am a submissive whore. My only goal in life is to serve men, no matter how dark their fantasies may be. I was raised to put men’s needs first. My father was never loving with me. I was daddy’s slave. He pimped me out and used me for his own sexual needs. I never minded because I knew I was lucky he put a roof over my head and clothes on my bimbo body. Although, I have not seen daddy in years, I am naturally attracted to older men with a dark side. Sometimes, I regret that I have daddy issues. It leads me down a dark path more often than not. When I met Brian on the dark net, he seemed like the perfect bad daddy for me. He was into punishing girls. He sounded like an old school BDSM man, but when I met him, he was something far more sinister. He pushed me into the basement of his nice house. I was stripped naked and tied to a rack where he whipped me until I bled. I felt like a nigger slave who had fled the plantation and got caught. He was much crueler than he led me to believe. I was thinking spanking, bondage and maybe some flogging, but he tore the flesh from my bones and urinated into my bleeding wounds. It was both humiliating and painful. His cock was rock hard. “I like punishing you baby girl,” he said as he whipped me with one hand, and jacked off with the other. I was fighting back the tears. My real daddy punished me harder if I cried. Turned out this daddy wanted me to cry because when I couldn’t fight back my tears anymore, he stopped whipping me. I guess I need to work on being a better whore so I can know what my daddies want from their little whore.
We were up late getting high and watching ass rape porn. He was getting increasingly more violent towards me. He slapped me. Punched me in the stomach. He even burned me with his cigarette. I knew better than to fight him when he was in this sort of mood. I just tried to not complain. I knew he would pass out eventually. Not, however, before he invited a couple friends over to abuse his favorite whore. When there was a knock on the door, I knew I was in trouble. His friends were as high and twisted as he was, maybe even more. One of his friends brought a baseball bat. I knew that couldn’t be good. He went Clockwork Orange on me beating me with the baseball bat. The men enjoyed my cries and screams in pain. They liked seeing my blood and they loved seeing my skin go from porcelain white to black and blue. I was trying to escape the pain in my head, but they wouldn’t let me. They wanted me in pain. They wanted me cognizant. When I was black and blue and covered in blood they decided it was gangbang rape porn time. They sodomized me for hours until they grew bored with me. Just a typical day in the life of a submissive whore.
Snuff porn on Sundays is better than church. Master told me to surprise him with a special treat this morning. I thought long and hard about how to best please him. I know he doesn’t enjoy my fuck holes anymore. I am well used, according to him. I decided to stalk the local church for sweet young girls in their Sunday best. Innocent little angels with virgin holes would please him, I was sure of it. They would please you too, right? I dressed up as a parishioner in my Sunday best. I even donned a wig, so no one would recognize me. I hid my tattoos and piercings, so I didn’t look like a wolf among the sheep. I saw her in the pews in a sweet floral dress and pigtails. I knew she was the one. She looked like an angel. She was doing a potty dance during a hymn, so I excused myself to the bathroom before she ever left. I knew where she needed to go before her parents did. She was old enough to go by herself. I jumped her, drugged her and stuffed her in my car trunk. No one paid any attention to the stranger in their congregation and no one was around when I left with one of their angels. Master was very pleased to have a fresh young thing to fuck. She had tight holes and soft skin. She looked sweet and innocent; the opposite of me. I held her down for Master while he crammed his big cock into her bald little cunnie. Her screams were arousing to us both. There was a lot of blood as he fucked her tiny cunt and ass. I don’t bleed unless you fuck me with a knife, but a wee little girl, well she bleeds like a stuck pig when a grown ass man fucks her. Master was very pleased with my gift. Now, I must dispose of the body like a good accomplice.
I have nothing but taboo phone sex stories to share with my callers. I am not a vanilla girl. My life is not boring. As a submissive whore, I get myself into situations I often regret. Last night is one of those nights. I was out of party favors, so I went to this dive bar. I know some dealers who hang out there and do business in the alley. I was the only chick in the place. All eyes were on me as I walked in. I don’t mind the attention, but they didn’t look happy to see me. It was like I walked into a private meeting or something. I said awkwardly, “What does a girl need to do to get a drink in this place?” Silence. They weren’t undressing me with their eyes. They were killing me with their eyes. I started to turn to leave when something hard hit the back of my head and sent me to the ground. It was a beer bottle. I saw it coated with my blood in front of me. I tried to stand up, but they toppled me. “Wrong bar, whore,” one of the guys seethed. They pulled my hair and ripped off my clothes. If you have rape phone sex fantasies, you will appreciate what they did to me next. I was sodomized, fisted and skull fucked for hours. Used as a punching bag and human toilet before they tossed me outside in the alley like trash. Never did get m party favors. I guess I was the party favor.
Ass rape porn is what I woke up to this morning. I heard these loud screams from the living room. There was my one night stand jacking off to my private collection of hardcore anal sex movies. He said, “I didn’t know what a slut you were when I picked you up last night. You’ve been holding out on me.” He had this look in his eyes that told me to run, so I did. I bolted back to my bedroom, locked the door and had every intention of calling 911. He was too strong. He busted the door down before I could get my cell out of my purse. He grabbed my throat, tossed me on the ground and pulled me by my hair back to the living room. He made me watch my own gangbang rape porn films. He had his hands around my throat the entire time he was hammering my ass. Choking me slowly as he sodomized my worthless ass. He thought I was being too vanilla in the bedroom last night. He accused me of acting like I don’t usually pick up random strangers. He was pissed that I didn’t give up my ass to him last night. “You are just a useless whore. Your parents must be so proud of you,” he screamed sarcastically. He prolapsed my ass, pissed on my face then shot his cum on my TV. When he left, he kicked me in the stomach and spit on me as a final declaration of how worthless I am.
I wanted to make an ass rape porn. I have made many before. I’m an anal sex addict. This one was different, however. I hooked up with these guys looking for an anal sex whore. I thought they just wanted to give me a hardcore ass fucking, but they wanted more than that. They wanted to kill me. They wanted to snuff me out. When I am horny, I don’t always think with my head. In hindsight, they looked sketchy as fuck. Greasy hair. Skin like meth heads. They smelled too. There weren’t choir boys. These weren’t even Hell’s Angels. These were street junkies high as fuck wanting to hurt a bitch and I handed myself to them on a silver platter. They shot me full of something. Heroin I think. I got immediately high as fuck. When they started cutting and burning me, I was laughing at the pain. That was nothing compared to what they did to my ass. They fucked me with a hot pipe of some sort. My asshole was burning. They fucked my ass after they burned it. Talk about torture sex. Even high as fuck, I could feel the pain of my torn asshole being filled with hot cum. As they fucked me, they strangled me too. One dude even lit my blonde locks on fire. I put it out but slapping the sides of my head, but the smell of burnt hair is almost as bad as the smell of burnt flesh. I woke up this morning in the ER. They dumped me in an alley. I guess someone found me. Good thing too because I was naked, and it was below freezing last night. I need to be more cautious about who I fuck, but where is the fun in that?
He told me I was perfect for snuff porn. I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. Did he mean I looked like a good pain slut or did I look like the kind of girl that should be killed? Turns out it was both. He put on a Japanese snuff film and talk about all the ways he could kill me. My pussy was super wet. Seriously, the more graphic he got about killing me, the more I wanted to die. I know, right? What is wrong with me that I would actually want to die on film? I am a submissive whore. I prefer being used and abused than treated like a princess. Pain and violence make me horny. He was getting high which always takes him to a weird place. I was huffing a spray can bottle for a quick cheap high. It was impossible for me to feel pain. I told him to hurt me; like seriously hurt me. He took his cigarette and burned my clit. I yelped in delight. I begged for more. He took his switchblade and carved his name in my stomach. The hot crimson blood trickled down my stomach. He started stroking his cock until he came on my belly. The look of blood and cum mixed together on my stomach was so hot. He fucked me twenty minutes later, cutting my face and arms. Blood and sex are fricking hot. Want to fuck me then kill me? I really do deserve to die. I want to star in your snuff movies.
