Accomplice phone sex calls are not that common for me; however I love them. It is fun to aid you in snuffing out another whore. I am such a good submissive whore, I do whatever you tell me to do. Yes, that includes dressing up as a respectable soccer mom, and picking up some tender little brat at school for you to abuse, even kill. I know I look like a bimbo, but I can dress like a mother. Little girls always believe me when I tell them that I am a friend of their mother. They get right in the car with me. Stupid little whores. And, well, if you prefer a little boy victim, one look at my big tits and he will go anywhere with me. I am happy to kidnap any brat you want. I can help you make snuff porn too. I want to please you so bad, I will torture any little one for your pleasure. I can prep little virgin holes for your cock with dildos, even my fist. I have been the victim enough times too that I know how to inflict pain sir. So please understand that I can be your accomplice as well as your victim. If I am a poor accomplice, then you can snuff out two bitches.
Snuff sex was not on my to do list that day. I was walking through a local park listening to music when something hard hit me in the back of the head. I fell to the ground. When I touched the back of my head, it came back bloody. A rock had been tossed at my head. I suspected on purpose. My eyes were blurry. I felt dazed and confused. I felt a hand around my mouth. I was drugged with something because the next thing I knew, I was tied up naked in a damp, dark basement. I screamed for help. It seemed futile. I could hear no outside noises. There were no windows. I couldn’t even hear sounds above me. “Where the fuck am I,” I asked myself? Then a shadowy figure shined a bright light in my face. As it got closer to me, I realized I knew who it was. He was the neighbor boy. An odd, quiet teen. I always thought he was slow or something. He spit in my face. “See me now whore,” he stuttered. He went off on a tirade about me being a cock teasing whore. He picked up a baseball bat. I was defenseless, scared, shaking… I tried to reason with him; plead with him to let me go. Even promised to fuck him if he let me go. He had to still be a virgin. “I will take what I want from a stupid whore,” he retorted. Just then he shoved the baseball bat up my ass. After a few minutes of anal torture, he pulled out the bloody, shit covered bat and made me lick it clean. I never saw what came next. A blow so hard to the head, it cracked my skull. Pretty sure my brains were leaking out. His voice got fainter with subsequent blows. Soon it was cold and everything went dark.
Ass rape porn starlets you would think could handle anything, right? I have had so many things shoved up my ass, I make proctologists blush. Seriously, guys love to sodomize me with fists and all sorts of things not designed for ass play. I thought there was nothing that could shock me until I met Peter, a Goth Master at a Marilyn Manson show a couple weeks ago. One of the sickest masters I have ever encountered. He stripped me naked. He beat my ass with a leather belt for hours. Not just any belt either. This one had a huge belt buckle with spikes that with every whack got embedded in my ass, making it bleed. That was just foreplay for master. Seeing my ass turn to raw hamburger meat before his eyes, just made him hard. He force fucked my ass for a good half an hour using my blood as lube before the real fun started for him.
He blind folded me so I would not know what was coming. I could never have imaged what was next. I felt a cylinder type object inserted in my ass. Plastic by the feel, wide by the pain. I heard strange noises, which freaked me a bit. Then the real fear set in as I felt live things going into my stretched out ass. Something with claws went first. Maybe a rat or mouse. It started using my asshole as a habitrail. Little claws tearing my flesh from the inside. Then nibbling started. Master giggled. I cringed in pain and fear. That was nothing to what came next. Slimly things that wiggled in my bloody gaping asshole. Worms, slugs, maggots…. not sure which, maybe a combination of all three. Master laughed harder as I puked and cried. Then suddenly, he yanked the tube out and bound my ass cheeks together so what was inside my ass had to stay there. For hours, I was bound with creatures roaming free in my ass, eating my intestines, shitting and pissing inside me. It seemed like an eternity until Master let me shit the creatures out. I puked again. I could not believe what was coming out of my ass. I am scarred for life, physically and mentally. Think you can top Peter in the sick department?
Anal rape phone sex fantasies are very popular these days. I think because of all the anal torture porn available. The porn world makes it look like a hardcore ass fucking is what every girl wants. I do love ass sex. My daddy force fucked my ass for years. Did I like it at the time? No. Do I like rough anal? Not really; but, I rarely have a say in the matter. I am seeing this new guy who is obsessed with my ass. To say he is a butt man is an understatement. On our first date, he fisted my ass with his big college rings still on his fingers. When his hand came back covered in blood and shit, he fisted my mouth until his hand and rings were clean. On our second date, he decided to make an ass rape porn with me as the star of course. He invited close to a 100 frat guys over. I was their present for winning some fraternity charity award. Do good deeds for others, get to sodomize a whore. Seemed reasonable. This new guy in my life is very active in his fraternity. Originally, I thought that was cool, but after 97 horny frat boys reeking of stale beer rammed their dicks in my ass for over 8 hours, I didn’t think that any more. He made it clear that I was his property to use as he wanted. If he wanted to pimp any of my fuck holes out for the night, that was his prerogative. I better just shut the fuck up and take it like a good fuck slut. These frat boys were not very charitable on my ass. They pissed up my ass while fucking me. They shoved 2-4 cocks in my ass at once, leaving it gaping open. They didn’t care that I was bleeding or that my ass had prolapsed. When all balls were drained, they switched to beer and liquor bottles. I am afraid to see what is in store for me on date #3 Saturday night.
Ass rape porn is all I am good for. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been on the receiving end of hardcore anal torture. I was knee high, drinking milk from a bottle when daddy first sodomized me. He told me that was how daddies helped their daughters clean their bottoms. It hurt so much. I would cry then daddy would spank or smack me for crying. Flash forward a few decades and my ass is still up for the taking. Now I do have an ample behind that attracts attention. Combined with my bimbo looks and submissive demeanor, men sodomized me all the time. I was at some upscale new nightclub with girl friends last weekend when I caught the attention of the bouncers. They shoved me in the supply room and double penetrated me. I tried to stop them. I explained that I was not that kind of girl, then they saw my gaping wide fuck holes and knew I was lying. I just didn’t want to be forced fucked in my new dress. They didn’t care about what I wanted; no one ever does. They just tag teamed my pussy and ass, while joking that they should impregnate me. I am not on any birth control, so a few loads of batter up my pussy likely would knock me up. They couldn’t decide what they enjoyed more: double teaming my ass or cumming in my pussy. They decided that they enjoyed pissing up my ass while I pleaded with them to stop. The more I begged them to stop, the harder they sodomized me. It was torture. I was shitting all over their dicks and myself. Once they were done, they forced me to clean their dicks up. “You made that mess whore, you clean it up,” I was informed as my head was pushed down on their shit covered dicks like one pushes a puppy’s nose in the rug when it has an accident. I went back to the dance floor smelling and looking like a nasty whore for more men to use.
Domination phone sex is natural for me. I have been submissive to men since I was born. I was daddy’s fuck doll until I left home. I wasn’t daddy’s girl. I was daddy’s whore. I was daddy’s punching bag. I was daddy’s humiliation pig. What I endured daily at the hands of my father and his friends made me the submissive whore I am today. What people don’t know, however, is that I bore my father a daughter. I was still a school girl when it happened. Although I left home when I was 18, daddy kept our baby girl to raise as his fuck pig. I was getting to old for daddy. Plus, all the abuse my fuck holes took over the years made me not so tight any more. He wanted a replacement toy as I was aging out for him. I went home last Christmas to see my daughter, who thinks I am her sister. Daddy force fucked her in front of me with a baseball bat. She had that dead look in her eyes. I could see she had suffered more than me. I have come to enjoy serving men, but I will always hate daddy for stealing my daughter from me. I tried to take her from him. I even told her I was her mother and she could come live with me. My punishment? He snapped her neck right in front of me. His own daughter. My daughter. He killed her like a bug. “Little whores are a dime a dozen Cassandra. She is replaceable just like you were,” he seethed at me before he charged me, pinned me down and force fucked me for hours. I laid next to my dead daughter’s body, while my father sodomized me. He strangled my throat with his bare hands as he took turns on my pussy and ass. Such strength in an old man. Such hate and anger. “You owe me a little whore, Casssie, he informed me as he blew load after load in my fuck holes. I am pregnant, but if I do anything to terminate the pregnancy or get daddy in trouble, I will be a dead whore. I have no doubt that he will cut me open, yank my baby from my belly and leave me to die. I just have to tell myself all little girls are just replaceable whores. Maybe someday, I will have one I can keep.
I got wicked drunk last night. Fuck, I was high too. Some guy at a bar gave me some good blow. We were doing lines on the bar and drinking 80 proof bourbon. I’m a tall woman. I can usually hold my liquor, not last night. I woke up with a different man. And not in the way you assume. I was on some rack. Naked, tied up, with little metal clips all over my body. It was pure torture sex. My skin felt like it was on fire. The metal was piercing my flesh. There was a funnel gag in my mouth and I was drinking something rank. Well being forced to chug it actually. “How do you like my piss, Cassie,” he inquired with a snarky grin on his face. He didn’t look familiar at all. He saw the look on my face. “Don’t remember me whore,” he seethed? I was scared. Clearly, I had pissed this guy off at some point in my life, but no clue when or where. He tried to jog my memory, but when I was not getting a clue, it just pissed him off further. He started burning my flesh with a cigar. The worst was when he put it out on my clit. I screamed in pain. He sat me up to torture my cunt. Fucked me with a burning stogie while yanking on the clips attached to my pussy. He was face to face with me; staring me dead on in the eyes. As he was burning my thighs and clit with the cigar, it hit me. I did know him. Not by name, but in the elevator of my building. He was making sure I knew him now. He carved his name in my stomach. Billy. According to him, a whore like me has no right snubbing anyone. I will never forget him now.
Torture sex is all a worthless whore deserves. That is what every man tells me. Last night, I heard it from a woman too. A rather cruel dominant women who found out I fucked her husband. She set a trap for me, then when I arrived made it clear she was in charge because a cheating whore too dumb to know a set up doesn’t deserve any mercy. She tossed me on the couch. She was stronger than she looked. I hear rage can do that to a person. My hands were bound behind my back; my feet restrained. I was her captive. “You took something from me bitch; now I plan on taking something from you,” she seethed. I was scared. Women can be far crueler than men, especially women scorned. She started stroking my hair. I felt sick to my stomach. When I tried to beg and plead for forgiveness because I didn’t know he was married, she smacked me then put a spider gag in my mouth. I saw the scissors. I knew she was going to take my precious long blonde locks. A woman’s beauty is so tied to her hair. She did more than that. She cut my hair, shaved my head then carved whore on my chest with the scissors. Deep too. I started bleeding. I was helpless. My whore behavior put me in this position, along with my stupidity. I should have known he was married. Most men who want to fuck me are attached in some way or another. I was crying from the pain, but she was just getting warmed up. She lit a cigarette and put it out on my nipples. She poured alcohol into my wounds. But the worse thing she did was stab my cunt with her scissors. My pussy gushed blood. I screamed in pain. “I took your beauty and your whore instrument. Maybe you will think again bitch before you steal another woman’s man,” she said as she spit in my face. She warned me about calling the cops when she let me go. I knew better. A sick twisted scorned bitch like her would kill me next time.
Snuff sex is the only sex for a blonde bimbo. Look at me? Fake tits. Bleach blonde hair. Botox all over my face. I scream bimbo. I love a dominant man with an evil streak. I am not a vanilla girl friend. I am a freak on a leash wearing a collar with your name on it. David told me I was a worthless whore in need of some discipline. I tried to tell him that he didn’t need to break me in because daddy took care of that years ago. He punched me in the face making my nose bleed. “If you were so broke in bitch, you wouldn’t talk back. And you would only speak when spoken too,” he screamed at me. He scared me. Maybe I needed to be scared. Blood trickling down my face, he forced me on my knees to test my cock sucking skills.”Those swollen lips are going to feel good on my dick, whore,” he said with a grin as he began to skull fuck me. I accidentally nipped the ridge of his cock with my tooth as he was banging my mouth with such force. He shoved me off his cock, wrapped his hands around my throat and managed to pick me up like that. I felt like a bug he could easily squash. I am a tall woman too, but he was super strong and super mean. He tossed me against a wall. I fell to the floor.
I started to crawl away, but his foot kicked me back down. He beat my ass black and blue before pulling me by my hair to a rack. On a St. John’s board one is usually facing her Master, but he strapped me down so my back was towards him. Not knowing what was going to happened scared me more than seeing it coming. Torture sex came next. He whipped me like a slave on a plantation in Georgia in the 1800s. I could feel my skin tearing open, blood pouring down my back from my wounds. I pissed my myself before I passed out from the pain. I woke up in the hospital. No clue how I got there or how long I had even been there. The nurse said I was found naked in an alley bleeding but my boyfriend identified me and had been to see me daily. There were flowers next to my bed with a note that read, “Speedy recovery love, we have more games to play.”
Strangulation phone sex anyone? I am a dumb stupid cunt who needs snuffed out. I think I should die while fucking so at least you get to bust a nut in my worthless whore ass and cunt. Teddy was fucking my ass the other night after work. He stops by my place on his way home to his wife so he is in his business attire. I said something about his wife he found disrespectful, so he took his tie off and wrapped it around my throat. I thought he was going to use it as a ball gag, but he tied it tightly around my throat instead. It was like a noose at first. I thought he was just joking, but then it tightened. He wrapped his arm around the tie which constricted my wind pipe. I passed out. He slapped me back awake just to make me pass out again. He said it was fun to make a stupid cunt lose even more brain cells. He came all over me while I was passed out, even pissed on me. He kicked me in the stomach to wake me up so he could spit in my face and tell me I’m not worthy enough to lick the dog shit off his boot. He treats me the way I deserve.
