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.
Have you heard that old saying be careful what you wish for? Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy and his friends violated my ass repeatedly, I have been an anal whore who gets off on rape phone sex fantasies. Daddy is the reason I am a submissive slut today. I told one of my girlfriends about my hardcore rape porn fantasies. Girls tell each other everything; even our darkest secrets and fantasies. I guess she violated my trust and told her boyfriend about my naughty thoughts.
I was walking home from the club the other night. I got too drunk to drive. Well, too drunk to find my keys is more like it. My friend’s boyfriend Chris saw me teetering on my stripper shoes as I meandered down the sidewalk and offered me a ride home. He didn’t take me to my home, but his. I insisted he take me home, but he got really rough with me. Grabbed me by the hair dragging me up his front stairs. He shoved me inside his front door where I was grabbed by a few other men. I am a dirty slut, but I don’t fuck a friend’s man. Ho’s before bro’s is my motto.
His friends ripped my clothes off despite my kicking and screaming. Guess I was fighting too much so they tied me up. So tight I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. Despite my pleas, they force fucked my ass and pussy, even skull fucked my face. Their cocks were so hard. I thought I would be wet because of my fantasies, but I was anything but wet. Because my pussy was dry, it felt like my pussy was tearing in two with every thrust. One guy asked if I was a virgin whore because I started bleeding. It hurt so bad I felt like a virgin again. All three took turns dumping cum in one of my fuck holes. I felt violated and ashamed.
After they each shot their seed in me, I thought it was over, that I could go home. Chris had other plans. “So you like to be force fucked do you Cassie,” he said in a creepy tone? His friend came out with a tray of all sorts of ominous objects to violate me with. A baseball bat; a whiskey bottle; a barbell; a lava lamp; a fraternity paddle; even his furry companion. “Let’s see how much you really enjoy those fantasies,” he said with a smirk. They force fucked my ass and cunt with things not meant to be inside a woman like that. My ass and pussy bled like a stuck pig. No lube, no saliva, just hardcore sodomy with huge objects. They laughed and giggled the entire time. I just cried and begged for mercy.
Finally, they finished with me. Untied me so I could clean up. It hurt to pee. My pussy was split in two. One of my labia lips was severed. My asshole had prolapsed. I was in gut wrenching pain. They were kind enough to call me a cab. I crawled into bed. Blood stained my sheets. All I could hear in my head was “be careful what you ask for. It just may come true.”
I arrived at the address I was given for a private party. Surely, I had the wrong address I thought. This was an abandoned hospital. Very creepy feeling I had. No party I would want part of would occur in a dark place like this. But then I saw flashing light, heard music. My curiosity got the better of me. I should have remembered the old adage about the cat. I followed the noise down dark, damp, empty hallways using the flash light app on my phone. When I got to the source of the noise, there was just an old fashioned boom box on the floor. My gut told me to run, but I didn’t listen quick enough. I felt a blow to the head. When I woke up, I was suspended in air. Just a dark shadowy figure in front of me. I heard screams, but saw no one else.
“Do you know how much human organs go for on the black market Cassie,” the dark figure asked me? He talked to me about how wealthy people don’t need to wait on a transplant list when the world is full of stupid cunts who blindly listen to strangers about underground raves. He even added, that eating human organs is a delicacy among the rich and depraved. “If you have the money, even human flesh can be bought and sold,” he said with evil glee. This has to be a joke. It’s just an urban legend. You know the one where the girl wakes up in a tub of ice with an ugly scar on her back to discover someone cut out her kidney? “Organ harvesting is very real, very profitable, especially on a healthy specimen like yourself” he said so matter of fact. He referred to my body as premium flesh. My eyes, my heart, my kidneys, my lungs, my liver all would fetch him top dollar. I prayed this was a nightmare, then he stuck a need in my arm.
I woke up on decayed surgical table, with my gut sliced open and his hands inside me. I could feel the pain, feel the blood running out of my body as he manipulated my liver. I was somehow paralyzed. It was like an out of body experience. He was removing my vital organs, putting them on ice in portable coolers, showing them to me first as some macabre joke. He had accomplices assisting him in the harvesting of my organs. “Such a shame this one; she is very beautiful,” one of the accomplices said. I was in an out of consciousness, but the last thing I remember after being stitched up was hearing that I could now be sold for fucking. “Someone will pay top dollar to fuck her cold dead body.” I laid there on that dirty table waiting to die. Praying it would happen quickly.
What dark twisted fantasies do you have?
I answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn shoot. I have been violated and gangbanged by men all my life, but never been paid for it. This was a chance to make money off of being a submissive whore. When I arrived there were a dozen or so men I met who would be my costars. I was given the code word “red,” to say if things got too rough for me and I needed a break. In all my life with masters and various men, no safe word has ever been honored. This was sounding promising.
The filming took place in a warehouse bathroom. To say it was disgusting would be praising it’s condition. The stench was awful. It smelled like death. I swear this was the bathroom from the original Saw movie. The director instructed my costars to tie me up. This was to be a bound gangbang film. Duct tape immobilized my legs; rope on my arms restrained my upper body. The filming began once my body was secured. They fucked my ass, my mouth, my cunt repeatedly. I couldn’t escape the smell of death. I tried to push it out of my mind, but I knew something was up. This was all too good to be true for a subby bitch like me.
While I was being drowned in cum, I saw blood on the floor in one of the stalls. The director realized I saw it. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the toilet and shoved my face into the nasty bloody water. “The next stall will be coated in your blood whore,” he snapped. Then he bounced my face off the cold hard toilet seat. I woke up on the floor, blood dried to my face, covered in jizz. I squinted to see better as stark light was hindering my eyesight. Every man who had fucked me was holding some sort of deadly weapon. I saw a knife, a gun, a hatchet, a hammer, a chainsaw, brass knuckles, even a stiletto. I yelled “red” repeatedly hoping their weapons would drop to the floor.
“Stupid greedy whore. This is a XXX snuff porn shoot and you are the victim,” were the last words I heard before, “Snuff the bitch out.” I was bound, gagged, laying on a dingy floor when they charged me. I was stabbed, beaten, cut, shot…My fingers were being snapped off my hand. I could see nothing but red. As I laid in an huge pool of my own blood, unable to move or even speak, the director said, “Cut.” The final words I would ever hear. I thought it was over; that I would be released to get medical attention. Wrong. Cut meant cut my head off. I saw the axe rise above my bloody head, then everything went dark and cold, so very very cold.
As I was suspended from a rafter, I heard blood curdling screams beneath me. It was dark. I could see nothing. Added to the mix was the sound of a chainsaw. I was shaking uncontrollably from fear. What carnage was going on beneath me. Was I next? The screams were deafening. I wanted to help but I was restrained and gagged. Suddenly I felt something warm and sticky spray my body. The screams stopped. I tried to be quiet, not to whimper. My heart was racing. Whatever had happened beneath my feet did not end well for the screaming girl.
I could feel myself being lowered down to the floor. I stepped in something warm, but wet. It was seeping between my toes. I was paralyzed with fear. Instinctively I knew I was in the middle of a blood bath. What I was feeling surrounding my feet was blood. Copious amounts of blood. Without warning bright lights came on. The lights were blinding, but I could see the dead girl in the bathtub. Her limbs severed and dangling in a macabre fashion. She looked like a slain China doll. Her blood had filled up the shallow tub she was contained in and overflowed onto the floor, engulfing me.
Two men were gutting her like a pig. They appeared to be harvesting her organs. They pulled her eyes out from their sockets, put them on ice. They separated the vital organs like the heart, liver and kidneys from the intestines and the brain. I puked at the smell. Surely this was a nightmare and I would wake up and be back at the club dancing. I watched a man in black rubber boots and a rubber apron, chop up the body parts they could not sell. The non worthy flesh was put in a industrial size blender. Puréed brain, intestines and sinew was poured into a cup.
I watched him chug it like it was a beer. I thought I would vomit. Then he poured a second glass, walked over to where I was hanging, pulled my head back and forced me to consume the bloody remains of the dead girl before my eyes. I was told if I spit it back up, I would be in the tub next. I tried to think of it as just a Bloody Mary. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Was I a victim or an accomplice? He replied, “Neither. You are dinner. It’s customary to a have a drink before a meal.”
I have a new ass master. That is what he calls himself. He wants nothing to do with my pussy. According to him, good women, the kind you marry, get fucked in the pussy; but dirty worthless whores like me only get fucked in the ass. It is not about my pleasure, but about the pleasure of my masters. It feels like master is training me for the anal Olympics. He fucks my ass for hours. He is relentless. The objective is to ruin my whore ass; make it gape open so everyone will know what a filthy fuck pig I am. Once my ass is open so wide he can slide his fist in and out of my cavity without touching skin, he pisses into me. Not just him, but all his friends. It’s a circle jerk of sorts only instead of spraying me with cum, they piss into my asshole.
After a dozen or so men have peed into my anal fuck hole, he shoves a butt plug in my ass and forces me to hold it in for hours. It feels like my ass is drowning in piss. If I leak any out on the floor I get kicked so hard I puke. Eventually, master lets me shit out the piss in my ass into a pitcher. I then have to drink every last drop. If I spill, they all piss into my ass again. It’s degrading to drink my own pee. Can you imagine how humiliating it is to drink strangers’ piss that has been in your dirty ass for hours? According to my ass master, I am worthy of the upmost form of humiliation. For I am a special breed of worthless trash. I know you agree.
I answered an ad in the Back Pages for a stripper gram job. I have the perfect body for it, and needed the extra cash. I arrived at the house for what was my very first delivery. I even had balloons attached to my nipples. Fancy house in Santa Barbara along the ocean. Two strapping young men answered, invited me inside. They offered me some wine to take off the edge. Next thing I knew, I was naked on a table and a Goth evil looking bitch was standing over me with a blow torch. The guys called her Storm.
“What the fuck is going on,” I demanded to know. Storm, used the blow torch on my nipples, charring them. I let out a yelp, started to scream bloody murder, when an apple was shoved in my mouth. The boys started playing with my pussy when Storm, slapped their hands away. “Don’t play with your food,” she quipped. Food? WTF? Was I dinner? I started to panic. I looked around and saw huge bottles of seasoning, big pots and pans and a Hansel and Gretel sized oven. When I glanced back at Storm she was holding a life size spit grill.
Storm instructed her male accomplices to scrub my body, wash my hair and get me clean for seasoning. I heard her tell them for the best meal, dirty whores need cleansed of all the nasty chemicals on their body. “Meal preparation is the key, boys to a tasty, healthy meal,” she informed them. I was strapped to the table, couldn’t move. I had hoped this was some elaborate joke, but Storm did not appear to be the joking kind. Her kitchen help even shaved my pussy and gave me a douche to clean out what Storm referred to as my “skanky stripper pussy.” After my body was clean, the boys covered me in melted butter while Storm sprinkled me with ground pepper. She was telling the boys I was the perfect size for eating. Not too skinny, not too fat, just the right size of plump.
I knew what was coming next. I clenched my teeth, closed my eyes, and waited for the pain. The boys rammed that spit up my ass and out my mouth. I felt it pierce my innards. Storm washed the blood from my face, but the apple back on the end of the spit. They put me over an open fire, turned me a few times to char my flesh. The pain was excruciating. I wished for a quick death. It did not come. The aroma of my seasoned burning flesh was intoxicating to Storm and her henchmen, but nauseating to me. I could hear them talking about how good I smelled. I wanted to die. They pulled me off the fire pit, and shoved me in this big oven.
Flames engulfed my body. Smoke filled my nose. The smell of my seasoned flesh permeating my nose. Before I passed out, I heard Storm say, “Rick will be very pleased with his special dinner.”
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