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My daddy rented me out to one of his friend’s escort to make ass rape porn. He gave her lots of money to make sure it is as painfully as possible. Her name is Suzi and she works on Fuckalicious Freaks. When I got to her house, I was shaking with fear. I didn’t know what to expect but daddy was kinda nice to me before I left which is rare. He gave me a hot shower instead of washing me down with the cold hose. And he let me wear comfortable clothes, which he normally never lets me do.
Suzi welcomed me in to her house. She and daddy talked in privacy for a while, leaving me on my knees in her dining room. She came back into the dining room without daddy. She was wearing a tight leather outfit. It looked really good at her…she even seemed really nice. Until she took her riding crop out and slapped me across the face with it. It stung like a mother fucker and bought tears to my eyes. Through my tears, I noticed the camera in the room. I hated that everyone was going to see me in pain. She continued to beat my face and chest, demanding I take off all my clothes. I did as I was told but she still slammed the riding crop down on my body leaving red bloody marks.
By the time Suzi was done beating me, I was crying and screaming for help. My body was sore and broken. Then she took off her leather outfit to reveal a dick! A big dick! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Daddy never told me that she was a shemale. I’ve never done anything like this before and I didn’t want it. But I didn’t have much of a choice when she threw my legs over her shoulders and drilled her cock into me. She wasn’t gentle at all. It hurt so much. She said she was going to cum and slapped my face to make me cry harder. Right when I couldn’t take the pain anymore and was starting to black out, I felt a huge load of cum get shot right inside of me.
Mardi Gras is supposed to be a fun time. People wear masks and get drunk. Not me. I was locked down in the basement as punishment for not asking permission to pee. My “foster” dad came down after he took his lil’ ones to the parade. He carried a bag full of beads. He must have collected them from the parade as they were all in green and purple. He threw me down on the floor and started choking me with the beads. I didn’t even have a chance for my mind to register what he was doing. My body started flaring around. I was in distressed. Finally when I was on the verge of passing out, he let go. He just stood over me and laughed as I tried to catch my breath. Before I could, he started kicking my chest several times. It hurt so bad and my screams were weak from the choking. He made sure to break a few ribs. Then has he was walking away, he threw the beads at my face and said that was all the fun I was going to have for today.
There aren’t a lot of things that can compare to the excitement of cannibalism phone sex. Hearing about how you want to cook my flesh for dinner makes me really hot. When you call in and you tell me you want to snuff me then eat my body. I know what you think of me. You think I’m a worthless piece of meat and I love every bit of it. I cling on to your every word. I want to be trapped in your dungeon room without any water or food. I want to suffer and be torture for weeks on end until you are hungry for me.
My body is going to be covered in harsh blood red marks from the lashings. I want the whip to have pieces of skin left on it. Or maybe you will use a bull hook and I’ll have deep hole wounds in my skin. I’m going to scream and beg, but that is just going to get you going more. Your cock is going to fill my throat up as I beg for air while you skull fuck me. After your done fucking my throat, you throw me on the ground and kick my stomach. You make sure to break several ribs.
I’m lying there in pain but I know it’s nowhere near the end. You suspend me in the air and begin to cut each limb off one by one throwing it on the grill. Blood is everywhere and I’m just a chunk of flesh begging you to kill me. I know I will soon bleed out but you make sure every last moment is severely painful as you cut each piece of rib out of my chest. My eyes start to become hazy as you look into my dying eyes. I can hear you cumming on me as I take my last breath.
Murder phone sex fantasies are my favorite calls to do. I love the details you give of snuffing me. The bloodier the better. The nastier the better. I love it all. I will do whatever you tell me to no matter what pain it may cause me. I’m an excellent cock sucker and would love for you to skull fuck me so I can show you how willing I am. I bet you would love to bend me over and just rape my ass. I want to scream in pain while you force me to cut myself. The blood just makes your cock harder. I am here to please you. I love all your medieval toys that you use to torture me. I love spilling my blood just for you. I’m such a fucking snuff whore. Just for you. I crave snuff. I need it. It’s all I can think about and it’s the only thing that can make me cum really hard. But my pleasure is not important, it’s yours.
Your call today made me cum so hard. It was our first call and I didn’t know it was going to be so fucking hot. You mention you liked ass rape porn. I knew this was going to be a great call. We started talking about my snuff fantasies and how these fantasies first got in my head. I was really young and first found pleasure in hurting myself by cutting my stomach and making it bleed. I dipped my fingers in the blood and then started fingering my cunt. I knew this made you really hot. You told me you wanted to take me to a special dungeon playroom. I would lay down on a cold metal table where you would take a riding crop from the wall. The riding crop would have small sharp metal spikes on the end. You slam it down right on my cunt lips, then my clit, and then you make me fuck it. Blood is all over my clit. You take the riding crop and slam it down on my tits really hard. I start screaming and moaning. You love how I moan when you talk about me in pain. You can tell I love it. You make me sit on a bench with two dildos with two big knifes sticking out. You tell me to squat down and hover until they are touching my cunt and asshole. Then you make me go down two inches, then four, and then six until my ass is covered in blood. It hurts but it feels so fucking good. You then fucking tear off my tits and make me chew on my nipples. Then you make me suck your cock until you are ready to snuff me. When you are good and ready, you put me on top of a 6 foot spiked pole. You make me slid down until I bleed to death where you cum all over me.
Everyone at the college knew exactly who you were. You are the school dean. Everyone looks up to you. No one knows you keep me as your useless fuck doll to play with whenever you want. You told me today was going to be a different day than usual.
I was anxious to figure out exactly what that meant. After an hour in the car, we arrived to what looked like a forest area. I assumed you were going to tie me up to a tree and leave me there like you’ve done before. Instead you tugged on my leash and led me into the woods. After only a little bit of walking, we arrived on bodies in cages.
You told me it was the universities body farm. I was so nervous. I’ve never seen so many dead bodies or even one for that matter. I was so nervous. I noticed you started breathing heavy and I looked down to see your cock rock hard out of your pants.
You ordered me get down and suck it. I hesitated since right next to us was a newly dead woman. You slapped my face so hard tears came out. I got down on my knees and started sucking your cock. It wasn’t even five minutes before you came right down my throat.
I knew the dead bodies turned you and right at that moment I knew my final fate.
You always call at this time of night for snuff porn. You love hearing me moan while you talk about what you would do to my worthless body. I have to admit that sometimes I get wet hearing all the new ways you want to kill me. You spare no ideas. No limb of my is off limits when you are playing with your rusty saw. I am just a helpless piece of meat to you. Nothing more then an animal to slaughter. You describe the sounds my bones break as you bend them backwards. My gasps and screams come through the phone. You love when you break my legs and bone comes out of the skin. You crack an evil smile. It’s so painful but that’s why you love it. By the end of our call, I am soaked in blood. All I want to do is run but my body won’t move. I’m at your mercy. And you never show any mercy for my bloody broken body.
The dinner party guests were back for their weekly dinner parties. I was sitting in the basement when they came in. It was so damp down there. My new parents never gave me any clothes, so I had goosebumps up and down my body. I heard footsteps on the oak floors upstairs and I shook with fear. I knew I was going to be punished. Last week, I passed out from the pain and my parents didn’t like that one bit.
Next thing I knew, my father was downstairs dragging me upstairs by my long hair. My scalp was on fire by the time I got upstairs. Everyone was already seated at the table. My father threw me on the table like a pig ready for slaughter. I knew how to present myself by now, so I thrusted out my pink puffed out pussy. One of the men inserted three of his fingers to examine me. He pulled them out and wiped my juice on my cold helpless body.
My father laughed and said we wouldn’t be using that hole today. He made me stand up and bent me over the old farm table. The men took turns lashing my ass. It was so painful. One of them laughed when he cracked the whip so fast that skin came off with it. I was screaming as loud as I could, but I knew it was useless. No one was coming to save me.
Once the men were done lashing and bruising my little ass, they threw some Everclear on it. It hurt so badly! I felt like I was dying. All of a sudden, one of my father’s best friends who always attended these parties put his cock into my ass. There was no lube or anything else to help ease the pain. I knew better then to fight it so I laid there. My ass was still on fire from the lashing. I laid there crying like a pathetic little girl while these men laughed and took turns ruining my asshole.
I don’t know how I got here. I am in a cold basement. I slowly regain consciousness. I can feel the chilly breeze on my body. I am fully nude. I feel my hands and feet tied up. Struggling only makes my wrists and ankles burn from the rope. I am so confused. You step out of the shadows. Your face looks so stern. When you come closer, I can see the syringe in your right hand. It is full of clear liquid. You come closer. I can feel you tying my tits up with zip ties. I yelp in pain. It is pitching my skin. Then you stick the needle into my right tit. The liquid burns so mad and I scream in pain. You laugh while I wither around. My tits start getting bigger and bigger. I begin to get dizzy again. You tell me when I wake up; I will have much bigger tits and many more modifications.
You love your toys. You always bring them to our sessions. Snuff phone sex makes me so hot and horny. It cures that torture yearning desire inside of me. This time your tool box includes five rusty old nails, cigarettes, a thick piece of wood, a saw, and a gun. You display all your items in a neat row on your work table. You laugh at me when you see my back arch. Sweat drips down my body and I start shaking. I know how much you love torturing my innocent body. I try to mentally prepare myself for what’s about to come but I know resistance is futile.
You demand that I keep my eyes open the whole time. First, you take the pack of cigarettes. Then you pull one out and slowly light it. I can see the smoke around your face as you take a long draw. I start screaming as you burn my tits with the end of the burning hot cigarette. It hurts so bad, but I know the worst has yet to come. Next you take the wood and lay it under my tits, and nail my nipples straight into the wood. I can see the smile on your face as the pain fills mine. Blood starts rushing down my stomach. I can feel my body getting weak.
I see you take out a shiny pistol. My body starts shaking as I know exactly what you are going to do to me…then you surprise me. You tell me that the pistol only has one bullet in it and for every time it doesn’t go off; you are going to saw off one of my limbs. I start screaming but I know no one is going to come save me. You brace the gun against my forehead. I clutch my eyes close as you pull the trigger. Nothing goes off. You grab the old saw and brutally saw off my left leg, but pain is almost too much to bear. There is blood everywhere. You laugh at my screams.
Still laughing, you pull the trigger again, this time you place the gun on the back of my head. It doesn’t go off. You begin sawing off my right leg. This one takes a little longer- you buckle down to really cut through the bone and tissue. I am soaked in blood and almost about to black out from the pain. Your cock is so hard as you see me crying and screaming in intense pain. You put the trigger against the bottom of my chin. You wait a minute to watch my legless body wiggle helplessly around. You pull the trigger and everything goes dark. I will never know what you did to my lifeless limp body.