Ass rape porn Friday? Well, that is what this day has turned out to be for me. I went to a bar last night by myself. A biker bar known for a rough crowd. Women only go to such clubs alone for two reasons: to score drugs or get fucked. Sometimes they want both. I just wanted some coke, but I got way more than that. When a blonde tall buxom babe walks into a place like that all eyes are on her. I walked to the bar, ordered a drink and felt the stares. I waited patiently for the dealer in the place to approach me. Turned out it was the bartender. I scored my coke and started to leave. In fact the bartender encouraged me to leave for my safety. He equated me being in his bar after midnight to jumping into a poisonous snake pit. I was just asking for trouble. I downed my drink, pocketed my coke and got up to leave. The moment I stood up, someone grabbed my blond hair and yanked me back. The rest is sort of a blur. My face was shoved down on the bar so hard I bit my lip. I felt hands groping me. More hands tearing my clothes off my body. I felt a sharp prick then things got hazy. Heroin I think. Never been my cup of tea. I felt cocks penetrating my ass with no condoms or lube. Dry, rough, anal sex is the worst. Men were burning my ass with cigarettes, smacking it too as they force fucked me. It was like an out of body experience. I was high as fuck. I couldn’t fight if I wanted too. I woke up naked in the alley behind the bar. Whore was written on my forehead in my crimson red lipstick. Cum was leaking out of my bloody, battered asshole. I managed to call Uber to get home. I got my coke. But I got way more than I bargained for too.
Do you have snuff sex fantasies? I sure do. In fact, I don’t have romantic dreams. Well, I guess being strangled and force fucked for days is romantic to me. I live life on the edge, so I often experience the darker things in life that men like to explore like rape fantasies and snuff. Chuck told me I reminded him of his ex girlfriend who he loathed. He always wanted to get revenge on the cheating whore who left him for another man. A man with a bigger dick. I suggested he use me as his fantasy revenge doll. He loved the idea. I should have agreed to a code word before we started our revenge fantasy fuck. I had no idea how far he would take things. He had a lot of pent up anger and hostility towards his ex. As soon as we started our fantasy fuck, a switch went off inside him. I saw it. His eyes got blank and dark. He was in the revenge zone. He even called me Tammy as he put his hands around my throat and squeezed so tight I passed out for a moment. He spit in my face as he slapped me back awake. His thick hard cock ravaged my asshole. He sodomized me while strangling me so hard I kept passing out. He yelled slut and whore while spitting in my face constantly. I tried to fight him. I kept saying I changed my mind, but he wouldn’t stop abusing my ass until he came. I stood up to leave, feeling angry at myself for thinking this would go any other way. Before I could get fully upright, he sucker punched me in the gut, then a right hook to the face. He used me as a punching bag after he used me as a fuck doll before finally letting me go. If we did a fantasy phone sex call, would you show me any mercy?
Why do men love ass rape porn so much? I have been with this man for months who refuses to fuck any hole but ass. He says I am a used up old whore and they only thing tight on me still is my ass. He has an 11 inch cock that is coke can thick. No way my ass is still tight after months of being sodomized several times a day. I was right. Last night he informed me he had ruined my ass, therefore it was my responsibility to find him a new hole to fuck. I knew what that meant. He wanted a younger model. A much younger model. I do as I am told, even when it is illegal. If I disobey this particular man, I will be buried with the fishes. I have no doubt about that. I cleaned myself up so I could hunt for some little girls. I thought the mall would be a good place to start. It was wall to wall with little school girls with tight bright pink holes. Master would be in heaven if he would have accompanied me on my shopping trip. I brought back Angela. She was a sweet blue eyed, blonde little princess. Much like I was many years ago. I told her I was a friend of her mommy and she came with me. I spiked her soda so she would wake up tied up on the bed for my Master. His dick was so hard seeing her tight bald pink slit and her perfectly intact rosebud. She started crying. I smacked her face and put a ball gag in her mouth. Whiny little cunt. I spit on Master’s dick and watched in delight as he was satisfied by a tight hole again. He shredded her holes too. That’s the only problem with finding him a young one to destroy. I have to find him a new one every day. Luckily there is no shortage of little whores running around.
Torture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things. He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.
Ass rape porn, butt rape porn, pretty much the same thing. Guys love force fucking women in the ass. At least they love force fucking me in the ass. I was at this dive bar in my neighborhood Friday night looking to score after hours. I wasn’t looking to be gang banged and anally tortured, but that’s what I got. I sat at the bar quietly for a bit doing shots of Tequila as I felt the stare of the me around me. I was working up enough guts to ask strangers where I could get some crack. I guess a tall blonde goddess walks into a dive local bar she either wants to score cock or coke. I decided that I was out of my league there. I got a bad vibe. I try to listen to my gut. I paid my bill, left a nice tip and headed to the door. I had my hand on the handle when my hair was yanked with such force, it made my scalp bleed. “Not so fast whore. Where are your manners,” one guy seethed to me as he pressed a knife against my throat. He shoved me down on my knees and forced me to suck his cock. Normally, I love cock sucking, but I don’t often do it at knife point.
He pressed the knife into my throat hard enough so I bled. I dripped blood onto his cock as he skulled fucked me. More guys gathered around the “blonde skank” to get their turn at a fuck hole. No one wanted to wait their turn, so the leader of the pack dragged me on top of the pool table so the bar flies could gang up on me 2-3 a hole. After my ass was filled with a gallon of cum, one guy rammed a pool stick up my shitter so hard, I felt it tear my insides. I let out a scream, but that just pissed off the ringleader so he slit my throat. I laid in a pool of my own blood making gurgling sounds till everything went dark and cold.
Cannibalism phone sex was not on my agenda this weekend. I went camping with some girlfriends for Labor Day weekend. We did it old school too. Tents and everything. I had this nagging feeling that someone was watching us Friday night. I wrote it off as having seen one too many horror films. We got in the jeep to go four wheeling the next morning when we blew a tire. I got out to see what the problem was to discover an arrow throw the front tire. This was no accident. Arrows started flying through the air at us. We were being hunted. As I tried to get my girls in a group, an arrow went right through Paula. Lilly and I ran screaming but we were caught up in a net suspended us in the trees. There he was underneath us, making yummy noises like we were dinner. We soon realized we were dinner. Paula was too skinny to be a good meal he said, but Lilly and I had just the right amount of meat on our bones to be succulent he said. I thought this was some sort of sick joke or a bad dream. But we ended up in his cabin in the woods being prepped for his dining pleasure. We were hosed down like animals; all jewelry removed; our heads shaved since we were not natural blondes. We were dipped in a vat of melted butter, olive oil and seasonings. Our skin glistened as he made sure to rub his special sauce all over our bodies. We screamed when we saw the industrial size oven and the huge pans. I tried to plead for mercy. He shoved an apple in my mouth to shut me up. A matching one was shoved up my ass. He was humming a tune, when he opened the oven door. Warm air waffled over us as he sat us in the pans and pushed us in the oven. “See you soon for dinner,” was the last thing I heard.
Strangulation phone sex? I was at this fetish club last weekend that was supposedly safe. The guys were screened I was told. I was in this room with a guy. I told him I was into erotic asphyxiation and pain. We agreed on safe words, but he ignored them and strangled me while fucking my ass until I passed out. He would slap my face really hard to snap me back out of it, then just do it again. I tried screaming for help, but I couldn’t get much out. Legitimate bondage and BDSM clubs don’t allow certain things. Body fluids can’t be exchanged like cum, piss, shit and blood. And no hurting the submissive whores permanently. What we do outside the club, they don’t give a fuck about. This was supposedly an upscale fetish club with clients well screened. This guy was trying to strangle me to death and make me star in his ass rape porn. After about the 5th time that I passed out, I guess I didn’t wake up as easily. What woke me up was piss in the mouth. He was inches from my face, so I bit his balls. I was afraid this guy was going to kill me. He punched me in the face so hard I think he broke my nose. I was choking on my blood. He was violating every rule they had in this club. I managed to get to the door in our struggle and yell for help. Several big burly security guards came to my aid, or so I thought. They looked at the room for a second, then me. In that look I knew I was in trouble. “Someone is being a bad whore,” one them said as the other two rushed me. They pinned me on the floor and took turns force fucking me, while my original master of the hour jacked off on my face. After they all sodomized me, they let me go and told me I was no longer welcome in their club.
Accomplice phone sex fantasies make me so wet. I am usually the victim, but I have dark fantasies too. I love the idea of killing and force fucking sweet young things. I love the thought of helping you molest, torture, even snuff little girls. My fantasies are varied, but I love the idea of getting revenge on the mean girls from school by hurting their precious baby girls in front of them. I’m quite certain that any spawn from a bitch, will also be a bitch. The world needs fewer bitches, don’t you agree? Bitches don’t suck cock or take it in the ass, at least not willingly. Together we can teach young and old bitches a lesson. I love especially being daddy’s accomplice. After I age out for daddy, I help him find fresh young meat with really tight holes. Tight holes we can completely destroy. If I am good for you daddy and bring you a really pretty one, maybe I can use a strap on and fuck her too? The possibilities are endless when a submissive whore is your accomplice. I want your approval so bad, I will do anything you say, even snuff out the little bitch. Oh please oh please can we find some young thing to play with together? Maybe we can make her a snuff porn star?
What are you taboo phone sex fantasies? I have all kinds, but my favorite involve torture. I am a pain slut. It all started when I was very young. Daddy did very bad things to my ass. According to my therapist, I cut myself as a way to feel in control over a life that was out of control. It was a bunch of psycho babble. The truth was I was a pain whore. I would use daddy’s razor blades to cut my flesh, then use my own blood as lube to play with my pussy. I wasn’t traumatized by daddy using my bottom like I was an ass rape porn star. I realized I loved pain. I also discovered I had a morbid curiosity for blood. Flash forward two decades and I am a submissive whore who loves to be hurt. I need men who aren’t afraid to leave a mark on me. Knives, razor blades, nails, hammers, pliers, hat pins… Sharp and blunt objects that can cause deadly trauma are my favorite for you to use on me. I am well beyond the ropes and chains phase of my life. I have built up a high tolerance for pain over the years. What kind of damage can you do to me? Are you man enough to do it?
Snuff porn is 99.9% fake. At least what is on the Internet is fake. But, every now and again one makes it on the Internet and people assume it is a really good fake snuff film, but it’s not. I saw one recently I knew was real. My companion for the night asked me how I knew it was not fake. I knew because I was there. About three years ago I woke up chained in a basement. I had clearly been force fucked for hrs, maybe even days. The last I had remembered, I was having drinks with a guy I met online. That man drugged me and sold me to a guy for $1,ooo. A mere grand was all my life was worth. I was not the only woman in that dungeon. This was clearly a Hostel type situation. Women were kidnapped, drugged and sold to the highest bidder to do whatever the fuck they wanted to them. I thought I had been sold simply for gangbang rape porn. That was just foreplay to them.
As I was bound in shackles, I was forced to watch them mutilate a young girl. She didn’t look like a street girl, runaway or even a junkie. This was some family’s pride and joy. The more I focused on her face, the more I realized who she was through the bruises and swelling. She was a high profile missing girl from an affluent family. I knew they would never see their baby girl again. I watched as some masochistic asshole put her on an old time rack. I didn’t know they existed. Her tiny teen body was torn in half. I watched mortified, fearing that was my fate next. I wanted to vomit as I watched her body twitch. She did not die instantly. Her brain took awhile to catch up to her body. I watched as blood and sinew poured from her body. I counted in my brain how long it took her to die. 240 seconds. Approximately 4 agonizing minutes to die. As I watched the snuff film with my companion, I told him how many seconds it would take her to die.
How did I survive he asked? I was never meant to die. Only to bear witness to the fact that snuff movies are real.
