Your filthy little Deviant Fucktress of slut meat is my place. Snuff phone sex is what I am meant for. Having those filthy dark desires that overcome you, and I make that perfect outlet. Use me, abuse the fuck out of me and give no fucks about how I am left. Hanging on a tendril of hope. Teetering on the edge between living and dying. I only hope you gained your purest release, that the intoxication of the desire to destroy me was delicious.
I was just walking home from an interview for a snufftastic porn production wearing these sickly ripped up fishnets, clear acrylic platforms, and the kind of dress you find in an adult store that is nothing more than some kind of pantyhose. Well it’s packaged like pantyhose, it’s spandex/ nylon or something as sleazy. There was very little to it. I looked like a prostitute. But truth remains that I am lower than a prostitute. I am a disposable cheap whore that is meant as murder meat for a snuff production. Sadly I keep living and the bad movie of my life plays over and over again. Like a bad loop with different story lines. What is today’s story for this filth whore?
I’m the abuse whore you have dreamt about. The one that can endure whatever you need to get out those sadistic desires on. I am the Strangulation phone sex cunt that deserves her abuse. You have rape fantasies about me and wrap my own stockings around my neck and strangle the life out of me as you fuck me deep and hard. Have me on my back while you pound me. Your big hands on my neck and squeezing harder as your start to cum.
It’s true that guys have followed me from the strip club at night and forced me down a dark alley. These guys have taken their use of me for their own pleasure. Once done they just left me in a used up filthy heap of sex trash. I know yo want your part of me too.
You needed the worthless cunt in the lingerie store so bad you just stalked the bitch. You could do nothing but think of snuff sex scenarios for that cunts body to get destroyed. She was so fake, like me. I am that girl. You flirted with and I just went complete bitch on you.
You really hated that this useless bimbo acted like such a stuck up cunt to you. You do not like being talked down to by a bimbo. I turned and laughed with my girlfriends on your patheticness. That really fueled your anger. You decided to hang around and wait for me to leave the building.
This fucking prick, that is You, followed me home. You waited for darkness outside and in my apartment. You picked the lock of my door and let yourself in. By this time you were so worked up. You barged into my bedroom and hoped that I would wake up. I did. And you ripped my panties off and told me how you knew I was such a slutty cunt that would sleep naked.
I could not scream with that big hand over my mouth. You forced that fat throbbing cock in my cunt and pounded me. You violated and destroyed this cunt to no ends. I was a mess of blood and cum when you left. You also made sure to understand that you were a police officer and would be sure to make my life hell if I ever tried to report it. You kept a watch on me. Circling my building while on shift. Following me in your cruiser when I was out of my apartment. I get no peace from this Peace officer.
The only good whore is a mangled whore that gets use for ass rape porn. This is the truth for me. My life if fueled with being beaten and violated by whatever sadistic men desire to do with me. It’s the only way I feel alive or useful. I had a guy trying to breed me through my asshole. He wanted to rip on through with his big nigger dick and stuff a load in my cervix. He wanted me bred black. It’s the only use for a fake whore like me. You know that I just moaned and screamed. I put up no fight. He slipped on a steel cap over his dick head that was like a spike. He managed to mangle up my ass and cunt. Punching his 12 inches of black fuck meat into my ass making me scream holy holy as he ripped on through. I was going into shock and I thought he was done when he pulled out. He pulled off his whore cunt puncher cap and slammed right back into my ass. Bareback pounding my ass and into my cunt with blood spewing everywhere. He pumped a mad thick load in me. That fucking shit burned like a damned witches cunt over a bonfire.
“Oh what a sweet piece of fuck meat” is what I heard him sneer at me as I was being circled. I was walking home from the club last night. It’s not always the best thing but I am always doing what’s not best. This guy pulled up and tried getting me to get in his car. He just really wanted to give me a ride home. I told him no thanks. He was offended by my dismissal.
He stopped at the corner ahead of me and still tried to get me in his car. He got out of the car and started walking around me looking me up and down. I just stood there wanting to be out of this situation. He started to get aggressive and laugh at me. He shoved me down and took his way with me. He beat the crap out of me and fulfilled his filthiest bloody rape fantasies on me and ruined my face with his punches.
I’ve been considered a Torture phone sex addict by some. They see how hot and wet I get after I have done a really hot and extreme torture call with screaming and slapping my whore cunt. I really get into the hot ones that have to do with large beast cocks and lots of pure fucking assification defilement. My ass is the shitpost of the week for one of my guys. He was just on me with pictures of my ass fucking everywhere on his social accounts.
These fixations this guy has with my ass has had him get bold enough and approach me. I called him a sicko looser and to get out of my face. That’s when he laughed and held his phone to me with so many videos of my ass he has been stalking me. He was obsessed. I was grabbed by the throat and forced to step backwards falling into the open side door of a van. He scrambled in pulling me in and closing the door as the van sped off.
I was bound at the wrists and had my panties ripped off of me. They shoved my panties in my mouth and he continued to play the slide show of my ass pictures. He was telling me in each image what he felt like doing to my ass. Soon enough though I found out. He set up the cameras and stripped me naked except my whore thigh highs and high heels. My “slut gear made for porn fucking” to put it in his words. He was roughly pounding my ass with what seemed to be a huge beast llike cock. I just imagined him being furry and his cock was a beasts. I came so fucking hard.
It’s a snuff porn rape fantasy that I am affectionate towards, and what has made me the whore I am. I make guys want me, desire me and want to hate fuck me into a frenzied murderous corpse. My tits are fake, my body is perfectly slim, curvy and desirable. My blonde hair highlights me as the bimbo whore that needs cock. Black men love me. They all want to bang me into a gooey bloodied cum oozing fuck hole. White meat is what they want. My perfect white girl pussy.
I’m such a god damned fucking hot barbie doll and can act dumber than a fucking cranked up brainless bimbo. Oh wait that is me. Use me. You hate my type do you? Rich white girl with the perfect fucking body and face. Your anger builds when I look at you laughing and you just instantly think I am laughing about you. But why would I even fucking notice you. Loser. Get the fuck out of my site you are ruining my fucking view. Could anyone be uglier and more pathetically small than you? God, I would Never give you a second of my time!
It’s a Snuff sex rape fantasy that this sadistic old man had in mind for me. He grabbed me from the parking garage of a shopping mall. I was grabbed, gagged and shoved into this suv. He didn’t want any fuss and used something on a rag to knock me right out. I came to and was tied to a pillar in an abandoned building.
I was trying to wriggle loose as I didn’t think anyone was around. However it seemed I was on camera. He was watching me struggle and enjoying it. After a little wriggling and trying to moan or scream through my gag I was tired again. I slid down that pole and was trying to still loosen my hands but it just wasn’t happening. Next thing I know a sprinkler system started to go off and I was getting soaked. I was being completely broken. He was getting pleasure off of my struggle.
I was thirsty so I drank the water that was spraying me and I think it was laced with something. I started to really hallucinate and kept hearing deep laughter. I was in and out of consciousness when I saw it. I saw myself being slammed around and violated by 3 big black men and a couple of four legged beasts. They were beating a violating me so badly that I was watching this outside of my own body… like a dream…
I had to make a Roadside assistance call and got this Torture phone sex blog from it. That was quite an experience late on a Friday Night. I was caught in the rain with a blown out tire in the middle of nowhere. I got lost looking for a party. I was dressed like a stripper. It was the dead of night in the middle of a rain storm on a deserted hiway. What could possibly go wrong?
What happens when you are in a county with no night life and few residents. Little crime or need for a big PD. Well these police officers were far from looking out for my safety. These guys were so back woods they see a piece of ass they pounce on it with bird calls and all that shitiness. I was degraded like a low grade hooker. They forced me to my knees and pissing down my throat. They slapped me around and took part of Rape phone sex fantasies they have likely been harboring for decades. I was beat with the nightstick, tazed in the cunt as they fucked me. There were 4 pigs and one was a bitch calling all the shots.
She got off on seeing me beat and violated. She enjoyed poking and prodding at me with the tazer and her boot. She was fucking wet for pistol fucking me mostly. She and the guys pissed on me and left me in the pouring rain as they towed my car away.
Just before sunrise I felt hands on me while I was barely able to wake-up. I was unable to comprehend I was experiencing Home invasion phone sex. The prior night I had a date. Honestly I don’t remember much. I don’t think we left my apartment. He brought some stuff for martinis and made one for me. The next thing i know I am waking up to three large men in my apartment. The guy from my date didn’t appear to be there. I think I must have been tricked.
The night was completely erased from my memory. I was fuzzy, sore and I looked down to see my naked battered and bruised body. My face and mouth were so sore. When I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t move. I looked down and saw a lot of blood under and on me. Slowly as I started to wake up more, my holes were being violated still and I felt stinging pain in my ass and pussy. It seems I was being used all night while drugged up.
