I met this hot guy at a Halloween party. I thought this was my chance to act like a goddess instead of the submissive whore I usually am. I wanted to get fucked. I mean fucked in a pleasurable way, not in an ass rape porn way. Guys are obsessed with fucking my ass and punishing me. I am a pain slut, but I like to cum too. This guy I met didn’t seem to have an alpha bone in him. He waited on me hand and foot at the party. He paid me some of the nicest compliments ever. I really thought I might be girlfriend material for once. I went back to his apartment with him for the night and I saw a totally different side of him. He shoved me down on his couch to ass fuck me. Took his belt off and tightened it around my neck until I passed out. I woke up with him skull fucking my mouth so hard my eyes felt as if they might pop out of my head. He had my hands tied up with my bra, his belt still around my neck, a fist in my cunt and his cock in my mouth with his big smelly balls on my chin. I wanted to cry. I just laid there like a rag doll getting punished in my fuck holes. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved it back in my ass. He shot his load in my ass then forced me to lick his shit stick clean. My sin? Going home with him after just meeting him. Only a dirty whore hooks up with someone she just met. Do you agree?
This new guy I am fucking was like so, “Wanna make a snuff porn?” He knows I am a submissive whore, so I never say no. I like the idea of pretending to die on film. It really is all about angle and lighting. I can control my breathing well to give the appearance of death. I had my ass on his cock looking right at the camera begging to be snuffed out. He was pounding my ass so hard you would have thought he wanted to make an ass rape porn. As his cock assaulted my back door, his hands tightened around my throat. My eyes started to bug out. I could feel myself suffocating. It was hard to not fight him. I really thought he was just getting carried away with method acting, but I passed out from lack of oxygen. He kept fucking my ass hard because it jolted me awake. I could see from the little window on the camera that my throat was purple from his grip on my throat. My ass too. Apparently he was holding on to my ass cheeks so hard as he anally tortured me, it left bruises. This felt too real. I started to get off of his cock but he put both hands around my neck like he was wringing a chicken’s neck. He violently thrust me down on his cock while strangling me. I felt a windpipe crush and blood fill up in my throat. As I started to gag on my own blood, he pushed me off his dick, onto the floor and shot his load over my face as he kicked me in the belly repeatedly. “Smile for the camera you dead stupid whore,” he said as he spit on me. I certainly felt dead.
What are your fantasy phone sex desires? I often fantasize about hooking up with a dominant couple. I love the thought of being the beta bitch to an alpha couple. So, I decided to make my fantasy a reality. Last weekend, I traveled to a different city to check out a new BDSM club there and hooked up with Tim and Rae. He was handsome and rugged; she was gorgeous and statuesque. Both were sadistically dominant. It wasn’t double my pleasure. It was double my pain. The moment we entered a VIP room, it was clear that Rae was the top alpha dog in the couple. She ordered her husband to piss down my throat. While I was savoring his piss in my mouth like fine champagne, she was making ass rape porn with my butt. First, she fucked me with a spiked strap-on. Then I got a glass butt plug shoved up my ass, which I had to clench for 20 minutes while I gargled her husband’s urine in my mouth. Once I swallowed his golden nectar, she shoved a broom handle up my ass so far, I swear I could feel it in my throat.
My ass was owned by this bitch. Her husband was skull fucking me while she sodomized my ass with an assortment of objects not meant for the anus. My moans, my screams only turned her on more. At one point however, my screams got too loud and she shoved the glass butt plug that had been in my ass in my mouth like a pacifier. I sucked my own shit and blood off it, which made me sick. I had asked for this fantasy. It was not at all sensual like I thought it would be. She would not let a “dirty tramp” lick her pussy or ass. I was not worthy of her goddess holes. All I got was piss, shit and pain. After she was done shredding my once pretty pink puckered asshole, she sat on my face and not only pissed down my throat, but forced me to eat her shit. Her husband was so turned on watching her violate me like that, he came all over me.
I left the club looking like a human toilet; smelling worse; feeling like death. Be careful what you fantasize about.
Kidnapping phone sex has always been one of my favorite phone sex fantasies. That was until I was in Kentucky recently to visit family and my car broke down on the side of the road. I knew better than to take a ride from a stranger, but it was dark and raining. The moment I sat in his truck I regretted my decision. I felt like I was in a bad horror movie, like Joyride 4. He sensed my fear. I tried to escape at a traffic light, but the door handle was gone. I begged him to let me go, but he just laughed and drove into the dark rural back roads of Western Kentucky. When I grabbed the steering wheel, he smacked my head against the dashboard, which knocked me out.
I woke up naked, suspended in the air in some shack. Ball gag in my mouth. Collar around my neck. My boobs bound so tight they were turning purple. When he approach me, I kicked him in the balls since my legs were dangling. He punched me in the face, knocking me out a second time. Woke up with shackles around my ankles and my ball gag removed and replaced with a bamboo spear through my tongue. I could taste blood. My captor was not amused. He looked menacing with his mask and whip in hand. I started shaking because I knew I was going to be whipped like a slave. He whipped me with a leather cat of nine tails that left huge gashes in my flesh. Blood was running down my legs, pooling beneath me. I have been a pain slut all my life, but with this man, I had no safe word, no way of making him stop. I was scared I was going to die inn the hills of Kentucky.
I passed out a third time from pain and blood loss. Woke up on a rack hooked up to some sort of electric shock machine. My kidnapper was molesting me. Shoving fingers up my cunt. It was the electric current that woke me up. Made me piss myself. I begged to be released. He got on top of me and shoved his cock in my pussy while he put his hand around my throat. Force fucked me, came in me, then put a gas mask on me. “Never take rides from strangers bitch. No one ever comes here looking for some stupid missing cunt.” I prayed this was just a horrible dream…
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.
