I saw her staring at me all night. Beautiful dark goddess. The way she looked at me consumed me with naughty thoughts. My pussy got so wet from her gaze. She looked like she could own me. I wanted her to own me. Normally, I am only submissive to men, but there was something so mesmerizing, so intoxicating about her, that I knew I would do whatever she wanted. She bought me a drink. We went into a VIP room at the club.
No words were ever exchanged. I saw the BDSM equipment adorning the walls of the room. I gave myself up willingly to her. Arms extended, head bowed, I fell to my knees and kissed her feet, slowly working my lips all the way up her perfect body. He skin was alabaster white and cool to the touch. She collared me. Yanked me up by a chain. She escorted me to a chair where she strapped me in. Looked like a flogging chair. I wanted her to beat me. She sniffed my hair, my neck; she seemed to be drinking in my scent.
She spread my legs. I was excited beyond my imagination at the thought of her eating my pussy. Then suddenly, I felt a sting followed by a warm cascading sensation. I must of peed myself in excitement. I felt cold, however. The warm sensation of earlier was gone. She stood up from between my legs covered in blood, my blood. She bit my femoral artery. I was bleeding out, not slowly either. I could feel myself getting weaker, colder. Yet somehow I was aroused. Nipples erect, clit hard.
She kissed me with my blood on her lips. The only thing I ever said to her was, “Bite me.” He mouth opened wide and I saw the fangs. Pretty white razor sharp fangs bit into my external carotid artery. Blood gushed out my neck. Two small bite marks would drain me faster of all my blood than 100 stab wounds. I guess I need to be careful who I pick up in a bar.
Rape phone sex fantasy calls are my specialty. The men in my life have been force fucking me for decades, ever since I was knee high. I talked to a caller the other day who had a brutal rape porn fantasy. Before we explored his scenario, however, he wanted to know about my real experiences. I have many, but the one that sticks with me the most goes back to when I was a young teen girl. Daddy had a bunch of his friends over for poker night. They were drinking and getting high. When I came in the room to bring them fresh beer, daddy grabbed my blonde ponytail and threw me on the poker table.
He yanked my cotton panties off, and shoved his fingers in my tight pussy. Pulled them out and let his friends sniff my young nectar. They all got hard, pulled their dicks out and gangbanged me. I was crying, begging for them to stop, but it made them fuck me harder. They sodomized me with their cocks and beer bottles; blow banged my mouth; covered me in cum; fisted my cunt; joked about getting my baby girl pussy knocked up. I was not a virgin thanks to daddy, but I never had multiple men yet; so my tiny holes were swollen and bleeding. They used me as their private ass rape porn star. They smelled of sweat, liquor and weed. I was lying on the table naked, scared, covered in cum. I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong.
Daddy tossed me out side in the yard. He smeared peanut butter all over me first. He blew a whistle, and the furry beasts came running. I was assaulted all over again by a gang of man’s best friends. It hurt so bad. They had spike like things on their peckers that hooked into my ass and pussy. Daddy and his friends were stroking their cocks watching me get violated by four legged beasts. When the furry ones busted their nuts in me, the men took another turn at me. As I was finishing up my story, my caller let out a huge moan. He came before we could explore his rape fantasy. “Your real experience is much hotter than my fantasy, Cassandra,” he informed me. Sadly, I have many more force fuck stories. I create new ones weekly too as a submissive whore.
Torture sex is my favorite. I know it is hard to believe, but I am a glutton for punishment. A total pain slut. I’m attracted to cruel dominant men. I’m not talking spankings or even floggings or cannings. I want to experience serious pain; come inches to dying; need medical assistance. I can’t have an orgasm without pain. I have my own collection of weapons that Masters sometimes have to be encouraged to use on me because they are deadly.
I recently procured a medieval spiked mace and sword. Nice addition to my collection. It is very menacing, very deadly if used correctly. The problem is that I can’t use it on myself. I knew just the man who would. I called Master Louis. He came right over. The thought of hurting me had his dick rock hard. He is a twisted mother fucker who loves destroying the looks of hot bitches. When I showed him my new toy, I mean weapon, he practically salivated .
We went to my basement. He laid down plastic and strung me up. With glee in his eyes, he began to spin the mace balls. One shot to the stomach and it was an instant blood fest. The spikes ripped my flesh. He hit me several more times with it. I could feel the blood pouring out of me. I was turned on by the pain. The plastic beneath me was covered in my blood. Looked like a snuff porn had been filmed. Aroused by the blood. I wanted him to hit me in the face with it, but he was too much of a wuss. I taunted him, called him a coward and finally, one of the spiked balls hit me in the jaw. That was the last thing I remember before waking up in the ER.
I’m healing up nicely. But it is only a matter of time before someone else tortures me. Maybe it will be you?
When you are a taboo phone sex slut, that means you have to be ready for anything. Friday night I was at the club getting freaky with some cute guys. Saturday morning, I was chained to a garage door getting whipped and flogged by the same men I was blowing. Either I drank way too much and passed out, or they drugged me. Both has happened before. “Little whores who fuck beer bottles for strangers in clubs, need punished,” said the one guy whipping the crap out of me. I was covered in red welts. The Cat o Nine tails was leaving a mark. I love to do nasty things to get a guy’s attention, but often it results in painful attention. After they punished me with various BDSM tools, they punished me with their cocks. Ass rape porn stars had it easier than what these guys were doing to my back door. Cocks, fists, multiple dicks all got crammed in my butthole. I even got sodomized by the cat o nine tails. They made me look like a pony with that thing hanging out my ass. I would like to say that something like this won’t happen again, but that would be a lie. I love the unexpected.
What is your worst fear? Mine is spiders. Snuff porn is better fate to me. I hate spiders. I have a horrible fear of being paralyzed and covered in mutant spiders. Not your garden variety daddy long legs, but SyFy movie channel 8 legged creatures from hell. One of my masters discovered my fear and used it to break me. I was sitting in his dungeon, chained. It was dank and smelled rotten. I had no idea what he was going to do to me. He was not my full time Master, but a guy my Master sold me to for a weekend. He found me obstinate, but really I was just scared. I promised I would be a good slut, but he smacked me, chained me up and left me in the dark to think about my “unacceptable willfulness.”
I wasn’t down there long when I felt things crawling all over me. Was I imaging it? I’ve heard that fear can induce psychosis. I tried to swat the creatures off me, but my hands were bound. I tried twitching my body as much as I could to get whatever was crawling on me off. Then panic sunk in. More started crawling on me and I knew it was spiders. I could feel them falling from the ceiling. My heart raced, I peed myself, and I started shaking and sobbing. I heard laughter from above me. They weren’t falling from the rafters, they were being dumped on me. Suddenly, the lights came on and huge ass creepy spiders covered my body. These were inbred looking mother fuckers. Not regular spiders.
I screamed so loudly, but one got in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but more fell inside. I tilted my head, spit them out and begged for mercy. Managed to get out a “I’ll do anything,” before an 8 legged freak tried to climb in my mouth again. He came down from the rafters with a fire hose. Although I was glad they were off me, the hose was so forceful it bruised my skin and took off some flesh. “You gonna be a good fuck pig now,” he inquired with a devilish smile. I nodded incessantly; I was still too freaked out to utter a word. His scare tactics worked. I would do anything no matter how sick or perverse to not endure my worst nightmare again.
Ass rape porn was what was in store for me next. Master cleaned me up, tied me to a bench and ushered in about 50 men who sodomized me one after another. My ass was gaping open with what felt like as much cum as there was water in that fire hose running out. But I was happy to be anally tortured and force fucked. I’d rather be snuffed out than be covered in creepy 8 legged creatures ever again.
When Master told me he wanted me to find him several more submissive whores for some domination phone sex games, I knew just where to look. We have a new site Submissive Whores with a plethora of submissive sluts to use and abuse. At first I was very jealous when this site opened up because I am the original submissive whore, but then Master made me realize with more bondage whores to play with, some of the heat is off me. I could actually have some down time to heal my wounds; let my ass go back to its normal state after ass rape porn shootd. But that has not been the case at all.
In fact, I am being used to show the new BDSM brats how it’s done. Master doesn’t mind breaking in new bitches, but he doesn’t like wasting time teaching them how to service him. He has been testing out the new girls, but I have to join in so I can show them just how to behave for him. Master is very particular. If you do not follow his exact instructions, he will hurt you. I mean hurt you dead. He does not have patience to school bitches in how to be good submissive whores. Luckily, however, the sluts at our sister sight are new only to the company, not new to the BDSM world. Many of the whores there put me to shame. I’m gonna have to step up my game as a good victim to be able to compete with the professional subs there.
Some of those bitches have been serving men since before I was born. Some have spent their entire lives in captivity. Some were raised in the sex slave world. Actually, I can be taught a thing or two from some of them about the BDSM culture. I am a total submissive pain slut and fuck pig, but I do more hardcore torture, snuff and rape fantasies then bondage and S and M games. Master says, though, I can teach them a few things about extreme desires like snuff, torture, gangbangs, knife play and killer sex role plays.
Have I piqued your curiosity yet? You have the best of both worlds at your fingertips. Victims and sadists with a love for pain, blood, death and violence here. And bondage and BDSM queens to exploit and abuse at our sister sight. Two subby bitches are always better than one.
As a snuff porn whore, I am at the mercy of men all the time. I never know if the film I am making will be my last because I am a worthless fuck pig here only to serve the wicked desires of horny men. And often times, men have very dark desires when it comes to blonde whores like me. Take Dmitri for example. He is the head of the local underground Russian porn snuff world. Do you know that Russians are the most cruel and violent snuff film makers around? If you get mixed up with them, your future is definitely uncertain.
I owed these Russian dudes a bunch of money for coke. I had no cash to pay them back. Nothing worth value to liquidate for money either. All I had was my body to trade. Dmitri made me do several torture sex movies for him where I was bound, gagged and force fucked to demonstrate how to break a bitch. I got beaten and cut so badly, I was unable to perform for more films, so he stuck me in the basement until I could heal from my wounds for more movies. I was caged with a Russian whore in bad shape. She had been brutalized for days. One of Dmitri’s henchmen took her away. I knew I would never see her again. Hours later, they showed me the footage of what they had done to her. “See what happens to broken whores,” he said.
I watched as they buried her alive in sand. Her pussy was forced open wide so that sand could be dumped into her cunt. I could only imagine the pain she must have endured. I wanted to vomit. They snuffed her out for fun and filmed it. Was I next? Sure, I was beaten and bloody, but I was in better shape than she was; I had more films in me before snuff movies were my final option. At least I hoped I did. After a few days of watching women make their final films, I was yanked from my caged. I was trying not to show fear. I didn’t fight or resist. I am a good obedient bitch. I prayed that I was just going to be filmed being gang banged, anally tortured, force fucked, beaten, the usual fuck pig scenarios.
I lucked out. They filmed a little porn called “Bound Gangbangs” with me as the star. For hours, I was tied up and brutalized with cocks and inanimate objects, and although beaten and tortured, I was not snuffed out like the other whores. “We make good money off blonde bitch like you. You whore are worth more alive than dead. Least for now,” Dmitri said before he let a 100 men violate my ass and cunt while he filmed it. I thanked God for small favors.
I star in a lot of underground ass rape porn. Ever since I was a little girl, men have violated my ass. Daddy was the first one to force fuck my ass. Eventually, he passed my ass around to his friends and associates like a I was a party favor. I’ve become accustomed to anal torture. In fact, I have grown to love hardcore anal fucking. The men I am involved with now, however, are a different breed than daddy and his friends. There aren’t just dirty old perverts who like young tight teen holes. They are the makers of brutal rape porn. With these men, I always know I could be fucked to death; snuffed out for their perverse sexual thrills. I’ve had bones broken while being fucked by them; returned home with my ass prolapsed; been beaten to a pulp while being gang banged; even lost consciousnesses.
It was no surprise to me that during our last fuck session, there were other girls. Master usually fucks me first before tossing my brutalized body to his cohorts. He has an almost foot long cock that is really thick. Even though he has force fucked my ass 100s of times now, it still hurts. He won’t use lube and gentle is not a word he knows. While in his private fuck chambers, I saw three girls bound and gagged. All blondes like me, just not as busty as I am. These girls didn’t look like bimbos or professional whores. They looked like girls next door. The fear in their eyes told me they were not there voluntarily. He made them watch as he brutalized my ass for hours.
I thought they were waiting their turn. Master tossed me in my cage. “Be a good whore Cassie. Bee seen but not heard,” he whispered in my ear as he slammed the door shut. Soon his posse was in the dungeon with us. I saw the camera equipment, the BDSM gear, the torture tools and masks. They were going to make snuff porn now. Those girls would not make it out alive unless they were really good fuck pigs like I was a few years ago. I’m a well trained fuck slut. I know I am here for men to use. I do not believe I am in control of my own body or that I deserve special treatment because I have a pussy. That kind of thinking has kept me alive.
I sat in my cage nursing my wounds as I watched young innocent girls get fucked brutally. Gang banged in all their tight, likely virgin holes. Blood running out of their asses and cunts. None of them knew how to play the game. They fought, screamed, begged, even threatened their attackers. One girl barely got fucked before Master and his goonies were carving her body up. She was dumped on the floor, left to bleed out while watching the two remaining girls get their fuck holes assaulted beyond recognition. Girls don’t want to believe men like Master really exist. Girls go missing every day all over the world to men just like Master. The smart ones suck it up, become good little whores and survive. The world of underground porn is a dark, violent world, only the submissive survive.
One of my masters forces me to be his teen rape porn accomplice. He has a bunch of teen sex slaves; mostly runaways he uses for various underground films. Usually snuff films, but every now and then he does a straight up teen bondage or teen rape porn. Today was a first. He wanted me to star in the film. Normally, I just help behind the scenes. I was both nervous and excited. I never get the chance to be a dominant bitch, which was exciting. However, if I fucked up, I knew I could be starring in his next snuff endeavor.
The young teen girl, who was my costar, was doped up, tied to a bed. When instructed, I walked right up to her, grabbed her by the arm, yanked her up and slapped her awake. I then assaulted her face with my boobs. She was crying, whimpering, begging for her mommy. “I’m your mommy now bitch,” I whispered in her ear as I muffled her whining with one of my DDs. I had her arm twisted behind her; I could have snapped it in two so easily she was just a tiny waif of a thing. I liked being a bad ass bitch. Made my snatch wet.
I forced her between my legs; made her worship my cunt. At first she resisted, but the more I suffocated her with my thighs and pussy, the more she licked. She knew she was a goner if she didn’t act like a good girl. I covered her teen face in my juice. I was just getting started. I was ordered to hurt her ass. Master says lots of pervs enjoy seeing a young girl get her ass violated. Do you like seeing that? I started with my tongue. Drilled her ass hard, then spit deep into it before I shoved my fist up her tight virgin asshole. Got half my arm up her ass too. She was screaming, even bleeding. I glanced over at Master and he was smiling, so I knew I was doing a good job force fucking his little teen slave.
I had a variety of sex toys to use on her ass. I chose this strap on that was not only huge in length and width, but had menacing spikes on it. It would shred her asshole from the inside out with every thrust. I grabbed her hair, pushed my way into her tight ass. She screamed loudly, as I shoved it in. Blood started flowing out her ass with every thrust. I was getting into being the bitch in charge. I fucked the shit out of that young girl. Her asshole was hanging out like a violated rosebud. Master made me suck on it for the camera. I tried not to gag, but it tasted like shit and blood.
I thought our little film was over, but I was just the warm up. About 40 men ravaged her fuck holes. She was not moving by the time they were done with her. According to them, teen whores are a dime a dozen. Another one could be snatched off the street easily enough. They disposed of her body in an alley dumpster and thirty minutes later had another girl for their next film endeavor. I just hope maybe I get to play with this one too. Maybe you would let me play rough with your little one?
It is no secret I am a pain slut; a submissive; a total fuck pig and whore. I do whatever I am told. So when this guy I met at a bondage club told me to meet him, I did. The address given to me turned out to be for the abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town. It is known for raves and underground parties. I walked in wearing a sexy little black dress and fuck me pumps. I could smell death and urine. The halls were dark, very creepy. It became quite obvious there was no party here. Well, not the kind of party I was dressed for at least. As I got out my phone to check the address and use my flashlight app, I heard his voice yelling to me.
I followed his voice like a good subby bitch to a room that didn’t look as bad. There was a bed, BDSM equipment, even film equipment hooked up to a generator. He likes to film himself punishing me. I wasn’t thrilled about the atmosphere, but my opinion doesn’t matter. “Get naked bitch, assume the position,” he said. He doesn’t face me when we fuck. That is romantic love according to him, and I’m not worthy of any of that. He started fucking my ass from behind. His cock is massive so it always hurts. I felt his hands travel up to my throat. His grip tightened like a vice against my jugular. I started choking. I could feel my wind pipe restricting. He was strangling me as he pounded my ass. I passed out.
I woke up chained. He was fucking another girl, strangling her like he did me. She was fighting though. I know better than to resist. He squeezed her throat so hard her eyes started to bleed and bulged out. Master stopped force fucking her, started using her tiny body as a punching bag. I was horrified at the image. I could hear her gurgling on her own blood, hear bones snapping, hear her screaming, hear her dying. Her body went lifeless. He tossed her onto a steel slab, fucked her dead body until he came all over her bloody corpse. I knew better than to show my fear or question what he was doing. I just witnessed snuff sex, which is what happens to bad fuck pigs. “Don’t worry Cassie. This is just a worthless street whore no one will miss,” he said looking at me as he dismembered her body. 
He used a chainsaw to cut off her legs at the knees. Blood spurted all over my face. I tried not to react, even though I was frightened. Next he sawed off her hands. I watched covered in a dead whore’s blood, as he used pliers to extract her teeth. He even cut out her tongue. I knew what he was doing. Making sure she was unidentifiable. Clearly he has killed before. The darkest, most sadistic men always find me. He unchained me. Fucked me in a pool of the dead girl’s blood. Came on my bloody tits. Then got up, put his clothes on, kissed my bloody face and ordered me to help him carry her dead carcass to his van. He made me an accomplice to his kill. We tossed her along the highway. ” I knew you were special Cassie when I saw you. You are going to be the sexiest accomplice I’ve ever had,” he said to me as he pulled up to a street corner to get another whore.
