Sex with dead bodies was his fantasy. Since he owns me, I cater to all his dark desires. I watch Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU, so I knew about necrophilia. Master tossed me in a basement. No ordinary basement either. It was refrigerated. I was so cold; I felt like a slab of beef. I knew what he was doing; trying to lower my body temperature so I would feel like a dead body. He left me there overnight. I began to wonder if he really wanted me dead to fulfill his fantasy.
He fucked me cold. My fingers were blue. My circulation poor. I tried to be a good dead bitch, but I was not convincing enough. I still had a pulse. He dragged me upstairs. I thought for sure he was going to beat me for not playing dead to his liking. I wish he would have beaten me. He put his hands around my throat and squeezed my jugular until I passed out. I woke up in a cold dark place. I was so scared. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t move. I was in a box. Then it hit me. Master had buried me alive. I was the star of his snuff porn. He was going to get his dead body to fuck. I started pounding on the box, screaming, hoping maybe someone would hear me.
The noises I heard as I hit the box hard, convinced me I was under the ground, but not too far down. I mean Master hardly had time to dig a grave in the amount of time I was passed out, right? I started panicking. What if he had this all planned out and my grave was already dug? I started clawing at the box. I felt my finger nails snap. Splinters were getting embedded in my skin. My fingers were turning into bloody stumps. I was starting to lose oxygen. I just kept clawing at the wood despite by bleeding, likely broken fingers. I managed to get a small hole in the box. Mistake. Dirt started pouring in from the hole. Pouring in fast. I lost consciousness again.
Woke up in a coffin with Master fucking me. I knew better this time. I just laid there motionless. So grateful to be alive, I played dead.
When you are an underground gangbang rape porn star, men think you are up for grabs literally. I only do rape porn videos for the money. It is all staged. I’m not really being harmed. Hell, most of the time it’s pretty hot because the men I work with are well hung. I was clubbing the other night when some frat boys recognized me from a few of my online movies. They wanted to buy me drinks, but I blew them off. College boys aren’t my thing. I like older men.
I started to not feel well when I was dirty dancing with some men more my type. The suit and tie guys usually know how to spoil a gal. I got dizzy, and one of the guys helped me to the bathroom like a gentleman. We were not alone, however. About 10 other guys were in the lady’s room with us. One guy mentioned he was a fan of my work. Another said I look like I really enjoy ass rape porn. “It pays the rent,” I mumbled. “How about a freebie, whore,” one yelled at me. As I tried to leave, several men restrained me, while the others bound and gagged me. My clothes were torn from my body.
I was thrown against a dingy bathroom stall and sodomized with beer bottles while they talked about how tight my ass was for a whore. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs. I was crying. One guy grabbed me by the throat and pushed my head in a piss and shit filled toilet while the rest took turns force fucking my battered ass. My cries, my pleas, went unanswered. They fucked me like a rag doll. “This is life imitating art, bitch,” the ringleader said with a smile.
When they were done abusing me, each one pissed on me like I was a human toilet. I was covered in cum and piss, even blood. The dirty bathroom floor looked like a crime scene. I started to crawl to the door when I felt a foot push me down and use me as a mop to clean up the excrement all over the floor. They weren’t done with me yet. Not by a long shot. I should have hung with the frat boys.
Ass rape porn whores like me are good submissive fuck pigs. I understand that each Master of mine has unusual kinks and fetishes. It is my duty to cater to them all. The one I hooked up with last night was into erotic asphyxiation. Have you ever tried it? I love breath play. Having my oxygen cut off as I am cumming gives me the most intense orgasm ever. Master was fucking me in the ass while choking me. I got light headed, giddy, dizzy and wet as fuck. As Master was force fucking my ass and crushing my wind pipe, my pussy was leaking cum like a faucet. Cum was gushing down my legs. I could feel my eyes bulging. I am pretty sure my eyes went bloodshot from the pressure of his hands. It an amazing orgasm for me, and he gets off on the torture and pain. For my cruel master it is a sexy thought to know he could kill me by crushing my windpipe.
Master was not losing his grip on my throat after I came. He was lost in the good feeling of choking me. He said he had been surfing strangulation snuff porn sites all day for how to increase the danger, increase my pleasure. Anything more dangerous always gets this pain slut wet. He dragged me into the bedroom, tossed me on his bed and took off his belt. He wrapped it around my neck as he fucked my ass from behind. He had the belt so tight around my jugular I couldn’t breathe. I was getting faint, really dizzy. There was no air coming in. I started to fight. Claw at the belt so he would let go, but he just clenched it tighter until I blacked out.
I woke up this morning with a huge purple bruise across my throat. Finger marks on my neck. Bloodshot eyes. Veins popped on my head. Bags under my eyes. Bruises all over my body. Cum running out my ass. I even peed my bed. My voice is hoarse today and I need medical attention. I want more strangulation phone sex. Please choke me.
Torture sex clubs are popping up all over. For a submissive fuck slut like me, I can’t help but try them all. There is always going to be a risk. Some clubs are linked to the underground snuff porn world. I have gotten roughed up pretty bad at a few. Even came close to death once when a guy cut me too deep. I keep going back because I am a risk taking pain slut junkie.
This new club looked like many others I have visited. Stark basement, brick walls, dark and damp. Industrial feel. Women are always able to attend one of this clubs with no back ground check, but men are subjected to various tests. I guess that gives me some sort of false security. I met a guy at the club who took an immediate liking to me. He likes buxom blond bimbos. We went to a private room where he suspended me and used me as a punching bag. He was very fond of going Mike Tyson on my fake tits. They were black and blue within an hour. So was the rest of me.
I was forced to suck his cock while hanging upside down. I nearly gagged on his cum. He slapped me. Punched me in the stomach a few times then left. Just left. Left me hanging in pain for hours. I was getting ill from the blood rushing to my head. I screamed for help. Screamed until my voice was shot. Still no one came. I puked and had to swallow my own bile. I pissed on myself. My own urine ran down body, over my tits, hitting my chin. Finally, I passed out. No clue how long I had been out. No memory of being moved. But, when I woke up, I was hanging up right like a side of beef in a cold dank basement with several other blonde buxom bimbos.
I started screaming. Trying to get the other girls to talk to me. I soon discovered they were all dead. I was the only one breathing in that room. I wondered how long that would last. I heard a voice over a speaker like the Saw movies. All he said was, “Welcome to the Dead Bimbos Club.” I came into the club as a pain slut whore. I would leave the club as a snuff porn queen.
Gangbang rape porn excites me. I love to get trained by lots of men. I was feeling in need of a hot cum filled gang bang the other night, so I put on a sexy barely there outfit and went looking for trouble. This underground swingers club I go to admits singles , so I knew I could hook up with some men there safely, at least I thought. I was blowing this guy while his friend fucked my ass, everything was hot and sexy. Guys were joining in and you would have thought I was the only chick in the place based on all the cock my fuck holes were getting.
A couple other gals joined in eventually. It was hot. Four girls to like 100 cocks. I like that ratio. I love gang bangs, group sex, bukkake parties, orgies…nothing too wild for this fuck slut. Well, that is what I thought until the gang bang turned into something out of a snuff porn. Guys started strangling me, choking me, slapping me around. Two blonde bitches like me were dragged to the back of the club by their hair and strung up like they were to be lynched above the bar. They were hanging by their hair. I could see their scalps tearing from their heads. The pain had to be unbearable. What the fuck was happening. I tried to be a good fuck slut. I licked cum off the floor. I sucked cocks clean that had been in my ass. I let guys piss on me without flinching or gagging. I took cigar burns to my clit and nipples.
If torture sex was what they wanted, I gave it to them. I just wanted them to not kill or scalp me. I had been to this club countless times and the only thing that ever hurt me before was huge cock. It was like these men got a taste of OPP and went crazy. As one guy was fucking my asshole with a let cigar, another woman attempted to come to my defense. A guy snapped her neck like he was Steven Segal. She fell lifeless to the ground. I could hear screams from the girls strung up by their hair as I was tortured. Then the screams stopped. I heard a thud. I snapped my next around to see the girls lifeless bodies on the floor. Guys gathered around cumming on them. I was the only girl alive. Wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.
I thought sure my turn was next. I didn’t see myself leaving the club in anything but a body bag. “We don’t kill good fuck sluts who can handle the pain and keep their mouths shut,” one guy seethed as he pushed me out the back door. Naked, battered, scared, I crawled home not knowing if what had happened was real, staged or some sort of drug induced living nightmare. My bruises and wounds were real, but then again I like it rough.
I was coming home from the club. Drunk, not sure where I was but pretty sure heading in the right direction of home. I knew it was stupid to walk home intoxicated late at night, especially wearing what I was wearing, but no way I could drive. I was trying to get a cab and got impatient. Even flashing my big tits was not hailing me a cab. A guy pulled up, seemed harmless, asked me if I needed helped. Offered me a ride, so I got in. He took me home; to his home. “Stupid cunt. You are old enough to know you don’t take rides from strangers. You must be asking for trouble,” he snarled. He dragged me kicking and screaming down to his basement.
I was certainly not his first victim. He stripped me of my clothes and forced me on my knees. I knew what he wanted. What every man wants. Head. I told myself if I just let sucked him off good, he would cum and not hurt me. He wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted to use me like a gangbang rape porn star. He came all over my face then tied me to a chair. Forced my legs apart. Used a fuck machine on me to loosen my fuck holes up. Then I saw his friends. He ushered them into the basement. Maybe a hundred men. I heard them talking about what a fine piece of meat I was and how much fun it would be to fuck such a hot bitch.
I started to scream, to let the guys know I was not there willingly. No one cared. I was just a blonde worthless fuck slut to them. Cocks got shoved down my mouth and in both fuck holes. Sometimes as many as 4 in a hole. I felt like a rag doll as I was thrashing about as they force fucked me roughly. They treated me like a slave. Every one dumped a few loads in me too. No condoms. My pussy and ass were filled with strangers’ spunk. My face coated in so much jizz it looked like someone poured milk over my head. My ass and cunt were gaping open. I was so sore from the constant pounding, my limbs felt numb. I was kept a fuck prisoner until the sun came up. Then, I was dumped in the alley behind the house like trash. As the men left his house, some even pissed on me like I was a pile of garbage. I loved every minute of being a fuck pig. I did a long walk of shame home and crashed, hoping tonight to get used like that again. Maybe you and your friends will find me walking home trashed? I love rape phone sex fantasy calls.
Dear Master:
I am a taboo phone sex slut and your willing victim. I have known for a very long time that I was a worthless whore, bred only to be abused, violated, even snuffed. I want to die Master. I deserve to die. But, I don’t deserve to die in some painless or quick way. I have been a very bad girl. I deserve to be tortured for days, even weeks before you finally snuff me out. I trust you are a sick twisted bastard and can find hundreds of ways to use me. I make a most excellent fuck pig. My pretty tight holes feel good being stabbed with a cock or a knife.You should have the pleasure of my cunt and ass for how ever long you want before you end my life. You can even enjoy my dead body if it is still in tact after I take my last breath.
I provide wonderful stress release. You can punch me like a boxing bag. Kick me like a soccer ball. Bounce my pretty face off the floors or walls. Stab me with sharp instruments. Break my bones. Burn me with your cigars. Gut me like a pig. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Give me a 1,000 lashes. Torture me with power tools. Dismember me. Force fuck me with baseball bats, swords or whatever deadly device you want. Saw off my girl parts. Cook me. Whatever you want to do to me Master, I will accept my fate. I never complain. I may scream from the pain of whatever you are doing to me, but I will never beg you to stop.I will only beg you to hurt me more. Hurt me dead.
You can profit off my body too Master. For a whore, I have the body of a Goddess. Pimp me out for gang bangs. Sell me to be force fucked. Use me as a drug mule. I can be sold to do all the dangerous things others don’t want to do like kidnap the little ones for private movies. Sell me as a slave. Lots of men pay top dollar for a pretty fuck pig to hurt. I am trusting that you can find a creative and violent way to rid this world of another blonde whore.There are hundreds of way to die. I don’t care how I die Sir, as long as it brings you pleasure and or money. My only request is to make it bloody and painful. I should not have an open casket funeral; that is of course if they can find my body and recognize it after you are done with me.
Your subby whore always,
Cassandra
I have a man in my life who loves snuff movies. Instead of watching Titanic or The Notebook together, we do the snuff porn movie download thing from the Internet to my HDTV. It’s like Netflix but with the kind of movies you can’t admit you watch, let alone download. We were watching this blonde whore, who resembled me, get fucked and choked at same time. When her body went lifeless, and the guy in the film kept fucking her, my sick fuck buddy suddenly stood up and yanked me off the couch by my bleach blonde locks.
He dragged me down to the basement and kept mumbling about how hot sex with dead bodies would be. He was going to use me for his own private film. He strapped me down to his torture table and told me we were going to make our own home movie. He cut off my oxygen with a board tight against my throat. As I was struggling to breathe, I heard him sharpening his blades. I pissed myself in fear.
He came back with an evil glean in his eyes and informed me I needed a boob job before I could be a snuff star. I was weak from the lack of oxygen. There was no warning. He just raised his knife and started stabbing my breasts. “Silicon is for toys,” he informed me as he cut out my silicon bags. Blood was cascading down my sides. I was bleeding everywhere, but he informed me he would not let me die, yet. He just wanted to make me a natural woman before we made our own snuff porn. I passed out from the board on my trachea. Woke up covered in blood with barely B cups, a bad stitch job and puncture wounds. I was in a lot of pain. I begged for some drugs or something. He squirted a tube of Ben Gay into the holes in my chest, giggled and said “no pain no gain bitch.”
Later that night, as I sat on the couch trying to recover, he downloaded a film of what he did to me while he mutilating my breasts. I’m sickened to think what he stitched back inside of me.
Cannibalism phone sex gives new meaning to be being eaten out! I answered an ad on Craig’s List for a physically fit cage dancer. I’ve got meat on my bones. I workout. I have done my share of private dancing for extra cash. I showed up looking sexy for the interview. A nice older man invited me inside. Some wonderful scent permeated through the house. He saw my nose inhale and a smile come over my face. “My special meat sauce,” he said. He told me he was a private chef hosting a high end dinner party. His guests would enjoy special entertainment. We talked for a while. He asked about eating habits; my health history and then took my measurements I figured it was for an outfit.
I followed him to his basement to check out the cage I would be dancing in. The moment the cage opened, he shoved me inside, tied me up and locked the door. “Silly girl. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to come to a stranger’s home,” he said with an evil glean in his eyes. I started to plead for release. Begged him not to hurt me. “I’m not going to harm a hair on your pretty head sweetie. I never play with my food,” he chuckled. Food? Surely, I misunderstood him. Hannibal Lector is a fictional character. Then I saw his special kitchen. In his basement he had industrial size everything.
I could smell something cooking on the stove. Dear God. Was it some other girl who answered the same ad? “Now now Cassie, don’t panic yet. That is just the special meat sauce. A good meal is all about the preparation dear,” he spoke like he was talking about Arby’s special sauce. Suddenly, there was another man in the room, much younger than him. His son I thought. He started feeling my body, marking up certain parts of me like a side of beef. He circled the rump, thighs, stomach and breasts. When he realized I had fake tits, he got disappointed. I thought this was my out. But Dr. Lector handed him a big knife and he cut the silicon out of my breasts. I was bleeding all over myself and the cage. I felt a fire hose on me. I felt like a dirty caged animal.
I was getting weak from fear and blood loss. I passed out for a second, but awoke to being basted in a sweet smelling sticky substance. I was being marinated. “I told you honey. It is all about the preparation. You are going to be delicious,” he said softly in my ear as he coated my flesh with his special sauce. I passed out. Woke up to the pain of a metal rod being rammed up my ass. I felt so weak and sleepy, but the heat sensation revived me. I was being slowly roasted over an open flame. “Don’t cry pretty girl. You are going to make several men very happy tonight. Haven’t you heard that the way to a man’s heart is his stomach?”
Home invasion phone sex was pure fantasy for me until recently. I was asleep soundly, during a summer storm. I sleep right through thunder and lightning. I didn’t even realize that the power was out until a hand was over my mouth. I thought it was one of my Master’s needing some perverse force fuck session, but I quickly realized I had no clue who this man was; I had never seen him before, but he seemed to know me. I am a submissive whore, but I didn’t know how to act with a total stranger. I tried to fight him as he restrained me to my bed. He punched me in the face then used my tits as punching bags.
He shoved my panties in my mouth, then helped himself to my goodie drawer. He showed a dildo up my ass while he punched my “worthless tits” repeatedly until they were black and blue. I was trying not to cry, but I was scared. I had no safe word with this guy. This was not some master and servant game, but an act of random violence. When he forced his cock into my pussy, he put his hands on my throat to choke me. I felt light headed. I started trembling. As he penetrated me bare back, I had fears of pregnancy and STDS. I begged for him not to cum in me, but he insisted he wanted to leave a present in my belly to remember him by.
As he talked about impregnating me, it was obvious this attack was not so random. He knew I was ovulating. He knew my monthly schedule. He knew I was not on any oral contraceptive. He left me tied to my bed while he force fucked me for hours.”I left 4 loads of baby batter in your whore cunt, bitch. I know you will have a permanent reminder of me in 9 months,” he said. I told myself if I ended up pregnant, I could terminate the pregnancy. “Oh bitch, don’t even think of aborting my seed. I will be watching you and if you even think of an abortion, I will gut you like a pig and rip the spawn right out of your whore belly,” he seethed as he carved a W in my belly for whore.
He punched me some more, which got him hard enough to dump another load of batter inside me. He left me tied to the bed. I laid there for almost 24 hours, covered in blood and piss until my friend came looking for me and rescued me. As she helped me into the bathroom to clean up, we saw the note written in my blood on the mirror, “Tell a soul and you die.”
