Friday nights are gangbang rape porn nights for a blonde bimbo. I went to my local hole in the wall bar to drink and pick up a guy. Picked up more than one. Not nice guys either. I was slipped some sort of pill that made me a bit loopy. The next thing I knew, I was in a disgusting bathroom getting gang banged by more than the guy I was flirting with earlier. I think every male patron was in that bathroom. It smelled awful. This was a dive bar for sure. Reminded me of the bathroom in the movie Saw. Men were groping at me, calling me names, spitting on me, even pissing on me. Some shoved drinks down my throat, forcing me to get drunk, well more drunk. I tried to get up, but I was forced back down on the dirty floor with every attempt to leave. I felt sick and confused. Cum just started hitting me all over. Almost felt like a bucket of jizz was doused on me. These men were laughing at the dirty cum whore. As I was being forced to swallow cum, I puked. The booze, the drugs and cum all caught up with me. No chivalry, just laughter. Someone put their boot to the back of my head, slammed my face in the dirty cum puke while they all chanted “lap it up whore.” I need to learn to stay home and drink.
Ass rape porn is a good living for me. I am a submissive whore, so I started answering ads for fetish BDSM models when I was 18. I was a runaway and by the time I was legal to start nude modeling, I had been living on the streets and in hostels for a couple of years. I knew this other runaway who did hardcore anal and bondage films. She disappeared one day. Answered an ad she saw on Craig’s List, when they still allowed adult ads, never saw her again. The word on the street was that Haley answered an ad for a snuff porn and it was a real snuff movie. That has lingered with me for years. Part of me believed anything was possible including the fact that she was killed for an underground film, but the other part of me thought she just moved to a different city like all runaways. I found out recently what really happened to Haley when I showed up at a studio for a fetish shoot. At first, nothing seemed off. I saw lights, cameras and BDSM equipment. I even signed a waiver of liability if hurt during the shoot. I thought why would snuff producers have me sign a waiver if they intended to kill me? They gave me a Xanax to relax, which is not uncommon. However, it looked off, so I didn’t swallow it. I just acted groggy. Maybe one of the few smart things I have ever done. I saw another girl all fucked up like I was supposed to be. They dragged her to a room that looked like a medical examiner’s room. I watched as they dismembered her. Blood splattered everywhere. Her screams were deafening. While they were distracted sawing her limbs off and thinking I was passed out, I snuck into the basement to see if there was a window I could escape through. On the wall were pictures of limbless bodies with severed heads being held proudly as if big game hunts. I saw Haley. Her dead blue eyes staring at me. I threw up before I squeezed my big tits through a small window and ran as fast as I could from that house of horrors.
Torture sex is what men think when they meet me. They don’t see girlfriend material. They see a blonde bimbo they can fuck and humiliate. While millions of women were marching for equal rights over the weekend, I was being a submissive whore. I don’t deserve equality. I’m a stupid bitch. That is what Tom kept telling me as he bound my titties and used them as punching bags. He even had on boxing gloves. Left right left right double jab then right left and so on. I was hanging from a ceiling beam like a punching bag. He attached electrical currents to my body, including a cattle prod attached to my pussy. He would punch me then shock me. He enjoyed my pain. Tom kept asking me if he thought women deserved equality. I had to say no. A yes likely would have cost me my life. I know I am inferior to men. I know I am here to service them. I know I should not enjoy the same rights as men. I don’t think I deserve any as a stupid bimbo. So as he punched me repeatedly, I told him to punch me harder. I wanted him to ruin my whore body. “Don’t grab me by the pussy, punch me in the pussy,” I screamed. He loved that idea. He punched me so hard and so often that my pussy swelled up. My body was black and blue. Not from marching for rights, but for taking my punishment for being born a stupid whore. I know you think equality is bullshit too.
Bondage phone sex is fun, but the real thing is dangerous. The last thing I remembered was being at a party with friends. It was Master / Servant party which means the men were all dominant and the women were all submissive whores. I guess I drank a spiked drink. Not sure if it was meant for me or not. If not, whom ever spiked the drink took advantage of the situation . I woke up in a room. I wasn’t even sure if it was a room in the house I was at earlier. It had a dungeon feel to it. I was chained up. My tits were bound. There was an electrocution wand attached to my pussy and something rather large in my ass. I saw no one. I appeared to be alone. No such luck. The door opened and in came a bunch of men. Men I didn’t recognize. Apparently someone at the party I was attending took it upon himself to sell me for some money. I was informed that I was a bought and paid for whore. I started to ask a question, but was punched in the eye. My eye immediately swelled up so I could barely see. Whomever hit me, enjoyed it. He hit me again. This time in the lip. I felt blood trickle down out of the corner of my mouth. Then I felt a belt smack my back. I felt like a slave. I was one. For hours they whipped me, punched me, electrocuted my pussy and ass, and fucked me with various anal devices. No apparent reason why than for shits and giggles. If I even whimpered, I was whipped harder. When they were done with me, they finished by cumming on my face. They left me tied and chained until the next morning. They let me go, but not before they abused me some more.
Snuff porn is real. Last week, I set out to hide in the wilderness in a secluded cabin off the beaten path. I owe a guy some money, so I guess you could say I was hiding out. I had the directions my friend gave me for her uncle’s hunting cabin. Since it is not hunting season she said he would not be there. When I pulled up the place appeared to be occupied. There was fire coming out of the chimney. I saw no cars, however. Maybe squatters taking shelter from the storm I wondered? I know I should have left, but fear and curiosity had the best of me. I should have ran. I parked my truck behind some trees and walked in the snow to a window with a low amber glow. I was horrified at what I saw. My friend’s Uncle and several friends had a girl, one thick like me, spit roasted. She looked like a pig at a luau. Her skin was glistening from some sort of oil. Her hands were bound as were her feet in the position you often find turkeys. One guy was sprinkling cracked pepper over her body, while another was stuffing some sort of food up her puss and ass. It took me some time to realize that this wasn’t some sort of snuff role play, but actual snuff sex. They were going to cook and eat this girl. They were cannibals! I let out a gasp, but they heard me. As I tried to run to the car, my friend’s uncle lassoed me like cattle. He dragged me into the cabin kicking and screaming. Although I said I wouldn’t tell a soul, they refused to let me go. I offered up my fuck holes, but they were not interested in anything I had to say. They started cooking the plump girl over an open flame. Her screams were maddening, but the smell rather intoxicating. After she was clearly dead, one of the guys turned to me and said to his friends, “We need to plump this one up first and get all the artificial dyes out of her hair, and she will be one yummy meal.” I watched them eat the girl while drinking wine and celebrating special meals with special friends. I was scared. The only way I was leaving this cabin was in their bellies.
I’m a taboo phone sex whore, so I am no stranger to pain or kink. I made a New Year’s resolution that I needed to expand my sexual horizons this year so I placed at ad recently on the back pages for escorting. I just worded it as stripping since escorting is actually illegal. I was surprised that I got a call for a Bachelor Party. But I guess I should not have been surprised because most strippers fuck, especially when hired for a private gig. I didn’t think much of it, in hindsight I shouldn’t have gone to some stranger’s house with about 50 other men there too, but I want to take more risks in 2017.
The house was pretty fancy. There was an entertainment room bigger than the house I grew up in. It had built in speakers and a stripper pole. Oh, and a stocked bar with a bartender. I did a few shots, then they cued the music and I went on the platform for a pole dance. As I bent over to shake my naked ass, cigarettes were flicked on me. Before I could turn around , they tasered me. This was certainly more risk. As I was down on the ground in a pool of my piss, they tasered me again. This time to the pussy. I was flopping around like a fish out of water. They showed me no mercy. They were laughing at my pain. I told them they could do anything they wanted to me as long as they didn’t keep tasering me.
Because they knew I didn’t like electric shock, they kept doing it. I could smell the slight hair on my pussy burning from the electric shock. As I was down, they decided that they would make a homemade gangbang rape porn. They fucked me like I was a dead fish. I was just lying there, motionless as they rammed their dicks in my fuck holes. It was an awful night. I just told myself it would be over soon and I would have rent money and lived up to my goal of having more dangerous experiences in 2017. No. They came on me and threw me out doors in the cold with nothing but my jacket and purse. I ended up with frost bite on top of electrical burns. No money as promised. Now I will have to take even more risk because the rent is due Friday or I am homeless. 2017 is already promising to be a dangerous year.
I assumed the ass rape porn position. I knew I was going to be anally punished. I had been a bad whore. I was instructed to bring master back a pretty young thing and I came home from the mall empty handed. I was weak. I felt sympathy for a young girl whom I knew would be sexually abused and tortured then discarded. I lied and said the mall was dead. I can’t lie to him. He sees through me because he owns me. In the position, I have no idea what is coming. I just know it won’t be pleasant. He is quite cruel and capricious. I felt several hard whacks with his hand on my bare ass. I knew that was just warm up. When I come home empty handed, I have to pay the consequences. What came next was his fist up my ass. He made sure to have all his big rings on his fingers so it really hurt. I got lost in the pain. It was hard to determine what was going in my ass. There was a beer bottle. I definitely felt a bat up my ass. He loves to torture my butt with big objects. I guess I wasn’t in pain enough for him and he broke one of the beer bottles to fuck me savagely. Now I was paying attention. A pain slut like me needs more than a baseball bat up the ass to scream. Broken glass taught me a lesson. With my ass bleeding and shredded, I went back to the mall and got him what he wanted. A perfect little blonde angel to fuck. Young, tight and innocent. Nothing like me. I was bringing this angel to hell, but if that is what master wants, that is what he gets. What do you want?
Snuff porn Christmas is what naughty whores receive. I was at a bar last night getting drunk with random men. Last thing I remembered was doing lines of coke off some dude’s dick in the bathroom. I woke up hours later tied up in a basement. No memory of how I got there. No recollection of my captor. He was not the guy I was doing coke with when my memory last worked. I explained that he didn’t have to hold me captive. I was a sick pain slut; I enjoy rough sex. Fuck it, I even enjoy torture sex. He didn’t want to fuck me. In his words, “I don’t put my cock in diseased cunt.” He spoke with such disdain for me. He clearly was a woman hater. I tried reverse psychiatry on him. That just pissed him off. I had no clue what was in store for me, but I knew it wasn’t good. Suddenly, I heard screams. I think I heard chainsaws too. Maybe it was a power saw. But what I heard was some sort of power tool combined with blood curdling screams. “Don’t mind that Cassie. Your turn will happen soon,” he seethed. I pissed myself. This was like a bad dream. Something straight out of Black Christmas. A man came in the room, covered in blood splatter and said, “Next.”As my ropes were untied, I kicked and screamed to no avail. I was dragged by my hair across the cold floor, even through pools of blood and guts. I saw a pile of dismembered body parts in the corner. I told myself this was some sort of bad drug trip. I closed my eyes and prayed, but I was still in a bloody wonderland when I opened my eyes. “You have been a naughty whore this year,” was the last thing I heard before the chainsaw cut my tits off…..
He said I looked like a snuff porn whore. That should have been my clue. My red flag. I’m attracted to dangerous men. I felt powerless when our eyes locked at the club. I knew I was in for trouble, maybe even deadly trouble. I went into a private room with him. I don’t know why. I was afraid of him, but wildly attracted to him at the same time. He ordered me to strip for him. I did as I was ordered. I always do as I am told, even when it is detrimental to me. After I gave him a sexy dance, he put his cigarette out on my face. “You are too pretty for a whore,” he seethed. The pain was intoxicating. He punched me in the stomach so hard, I fell to the floor. I cowered in the corner like a scared animal. I was scared. He took off his belt. He beat me for what seemed like an eternity. “Why,” I asked? “Because I can, whore,” was his only reply. I was bloody, swollen and bruised. That was just the tip of the iceberg. He ushered in all the male patrons in the bar. “Free whore pussy,” he yelled before instructing the men to do whatever they wanted to me. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I have been force fucked all my life. I have grown to like it. I have grown to expect it too.
Do you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed. It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat. Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.
