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I was born into the snuff porn life. My daddy sold my holes to dangerous men before I could even walk. It is amazing I ever survived. My memory of those days is blurred but I have scars on my body and messed up girl parts because of it. Some one found out what daddy was doing and called the authorities on him. I was in foster care as a teen girl, but I didn’t fare any better there. I was pimped out daily to pay my way. I am an adult now, but I am still paying my way. Every man I meet, shares me with some one and pimps me out for violent ass rape porn. Last night, this guy I live with said he was no longer paying my way. I needed to earn my keep. It was just like daddy and my foster parents all over again. I knew I was in trouble when 20 black men arrived. They gave my man $100 a piece. That seemed cheap for what they got to do to me which was what anything they wanted to do to me. They sodomized me, fisted me and joked about knocking me up with their nigger seed. My pussy is gaped open. My asshole is prolapsed. I can barely walk today. But my rent is paid. Paid the only way I know how.
Never in a million years did I imagine my sweet step sister would turn on me, and torture this tight teen slit. She just became a freshman, and I managed to get her onto the cheerleading squad. She is a very sucky cheerleader, but I have been trying to help her. This year our squad was chosen to go to a very big cheer competition, and everyone is working their asses off to make sure we win. As captain I have to make some tough decisions, and I truly felt that she was holding the squad back because of he incompetence. When we got home from school I pulled her into the kitchen to let her know it was nothing personal but the squad just really wanted to win that competition, and we were not going to be able to do that with her still cheering with us. Surprisingly she reacted very well, and even offered me a drink! Well I drank more than I probably should have, and I got very light headed. I went up to lay down, but never made it passed the living room. I remember seeing her face laughing at me, and telling me she was the captain not. I remember her slicing my clothes of, and cutting my skin while she cut. I remember her rubbing the blood on my pussy and nipples, and telling me she was going to snuff out all of her problems, starting with me. She fucked me with a drill, shredding my tight wet teen pussy, and then she slit my throat. She left me on the couch to die, to bleed to death naked, intoxicated, and possibly drugged, and all because I kicked her off of the cheer squad. I tried to scream for help, but it just made the blood gush even more. So, I gave up fighting, and the world went dark.
It is so strange to me how such a sweet date could end in me getting ass raped in a sleazy motel. I thought that we could really be a great couple, but he just wanted to use and abuse me like everyone else. I was on an online dating site for a while because I knew I couldn’t trust any of the men around me, so I thought maybe I could meet someone nice online. We were talking everyday for a few months, and I felt like we really connected. He wanted to take me out to dinner in a little town right near where I live, and I was so eager to say yes. I was so excited for the date! I met him at the restaurant, and we laughed and had a great time. I am still not of legal drinking age so I declined the fancy wine he offered, but he seemed really pissed when I did. He started get snippy and aggressive toward me, so I figured if I drank the wine he would be nicer. I was right he went back to being how he was before. However, I started feeling light and dizzy. I have drank before, and I know for a fact that I am not that much of a light weight. By the time I realized I had been drugged, I was in a motel room being filmed. He cut off my shirt, and told me to smile at the camera. My head was spinning, and I was terrified, so I did what I was told. He told me to take off my bra to show the camera my big beautiful tits. The made me press my hands against the headboard and he handcuffed them there. That way the camera had a nice view of my ass. He cut off my remaining clothes, and forced his cock into my tight little teen ass. That’s the last date I will ever go on.
My family celebrated thanksgiving early, and I was the feast. I was planning on going out for the night, and wore a sexy little outfit with red lingerie underneath. I love my fake ID and I try to get full use of it, but as I was walking out of the door my foster father snatched me up by my hair. He told me that I wasn’t going anywhere because we were celebrating thanksgiving a little early. He dragged me to the table, and my foster brother cut my clothes off of me, exposing my sexy red lingerie. My foster father said that I was going to be a real treat, and started eating out my pussy and ass. I thought that was all that they had wanted from me, until my foster mom entered the dining room with a large knife and an empty turkey platter. They started sawing chunks of my thighs and ass off! I screamed and begged them to stop, but I was nothing more than meat to them. I watched as they devoured the chucks of my body, and when they finished all of the meat off of the platter, they started just biting chunks off of my body. Hearing my screams just made their meal so much more enjoyable for them.
I can still feel his rough touch lingering all over my body, and all of the cuts sting as if they are still fresh. I was walking home from a party, and I refused to let anyone walk me home. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so stupid. I didn’t see my attacker he came up behind me and pulled me into and alley. He had a ski mask on, and he had a knife in his hand. At first I thought that he wanted money, and I offered him my wallet. He laughed at me, and grabbed me by my hair. He told me he didn’t want my money, and that he wanted that sweet young body of mine. I tried to scream, but it was the middle of the night so no one would hear me anyway. I didn’t bother to try to run or fight because I knew he would stab me. I could do nothing but scream and cry as he cut all of my clothes off of me. He bent me over a dumpster and shoved his cock into my tight teen ass. He put cuts all over my ass so that it would bleed onto his cock while he railed me. After he came all over my freshly cut ass he left me in the ally, cold, scared, and naked.
He just loved hearing my screams as he fulfilled his ass rape fantasies, and choked me out with the shower curtain. It was all just a completely normal day in this hell hole I call my foster home. I got home from school I was beyond relieved when I found I was the only one home. Normally I fear to shower or get changed because I know my foster daddy and brother are always lurking, waiting to use and abuse my little teen holes. I decided that it was the perfect opportunity to take a long hot shower. I stripped out of my tiny cheer uniform, and left it laying on the bathroom floor. I started running the water trying to get it to the idea temperature, but that’s when he barged in. My foster brother must have been hiding somewhere in the house. He came into the bathroom and locked the both of us in. I knew there was no point in fighting him, he easily over powered me, and if I screamed it would just attract the attention of my foster father, it would have become a tag team match. He gripped me up by hair, and threw me into the skin melting shower. He wrapped the shower curtain around my throat, and he kept tightening. Right when it felt like the world was falling away from me, he loosened his hold, and jammed his cock into my used up teen ass. He just kept choking and fucking me. At some point I must have passed out because when I woke up I was in a freezing cold shower covered in cum and bruises.
Just when I think that I am done being the victim, someone comes along and uses and abuses my little teen slits. I thought I was luring in my next victim, but I was just offering myself to be his victim. It was a hot day, and I decided to go to the public pool, in search of a sexy easy victim. When I locked eyes with a scrawny boy, I thought my search was over. I flirted a bit, but it didn’t take long for him to suggest we go to a changing room together. I follow him to the changing room, and make sure the door is locked. When I turn back around there are 4 other guys there, and then I am hit in the head, hard. I wake up to the feeling of blood trickling down my face. One of the boys must have hit me in the head with the baseball bat. They have me tied up and gagged. I try to beg and plead, but it just sound like mumbling. It doesn’t take long until they are forcing their way into my tight teen holes, and the boys that there wasn’t enough holes for just started making their own. They cut me open in multiple places, and forced their cocks into the wounds. They left me there, covered in blood and cum, for someone else to find and deal with. Well, that didn’t go according to plan.
Revenge is a dish best served with their intestines wrapped around their throat, and their decaying cock in your cunt. I had and ex that drugged and violated me several times, and with my new found attitude, I decided it was time to get my revenge. So, I texted him that I got us a hotel room, and that I wanted tonight to be the night we finally have sex. Since he doesn’t know that I know what he did to me, this plan was perfect. I wore sexy lingerie, so that he wouldn’t be suspicious. I had champagne set out for us, and there was something extra special in his. I thank cheerleading for the muscles to move his fat unconscious ass. The only difference between us is that I violated him when he woke up because I wanted to hear his screams and see the look of horror on his face. I cut right across his toned abs, and ripped his intestines out. I wrapped them around his throat until he started turning blue. I loved seeing him weak and vulnerable, trying to cling to what little life he had left in him. My pussy was dripping wet watching him take his last breathe. It’s true what they say about how a man’s cock stays hard when he dies, and I stuck to my word. I rod him until his body was cold, and his corpse started to smell.
Everyone thinks it’s so fun to torture my sexy little teen body, but what happens when I finally get the opportunity to be the torturer? What happens when I finally blossom into the living dead girl I have always wanted to be? A huge thank you goes to Indigo, for showing me the murderous bitch I really am. I had gotten myself into one of those situations again, where I was a damsel in distress. I was cornered in an alley by some drunk man, and Indigo came from behind him with a dingy rag. Within seconds he was laying on the ground, out like a light. She told me she helped me because I reminded her of herself, big tits and one hell of an attitude. She asked if I wanted to have some fun with the dirt bag, and I was so in. I helped her drag his limp body too and from the car. We had him in a secluded cabin in the woods. She told me normally she likes to do the torturing herself, but this time she would settle for watching. I chained him up spread eagle, I wanted to wait until he woke up, but Indigo really wanted to get her hand on him. He woke up the her carving a permanent smile on to his smug face. Watching someone else cry and scream in agony was such a turn on! Then it was my turn. I grabbed the dullest knife Indigo had, and began sawing off his tiny little cock. By the time I was done with that Indigo had enough of his screaming, and ripped out his tongue with a pair of pliers. I went around to the back, and decided that his asshole needed to be a little bigger. It felt so good watching the knife tear through his flesh, making his ass gape wide open. I shoved his limp, bloody, stump of a cock into his newly extended ass hole. Indigo was kind enough to teach me how to sew, his ass shut that is. Then we slit his throat, and fucked in his pool of blood. Biggest orgasm I have ever had!
I literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into my college interview, and I have the scars all over my tits to prove it. I knew I should have just applied to a community college, but instead I wanted to go to an Ivy league school. The thing about Ivy league schools is that they have enough money and power to get away with murder. I always thought that was just an expression, but I guess not. I got all dressed up for my interview, and headed there early. The walls inside the building were so thick that they had to be sound proof. I found my way to the office, and was ushered into the dean of admissions office. The door was heavy, and locked behind me. There was plastic covering the floor, and the dean explained that they were painting his office. There was two other girls sitting at his desk, and he explained that this wouldn’t be a one on one interview. After all of us answering a few questions, the dean told us only one of us would get in, and only one of us would leave there alive. He instructed us to strip, and told us anyone that wouldn’t listen would be shot. Me and one of the other girls started stripping, but the other girl just started whining. He shot her in the head, splattering her blood all over me and the other girl. Once we were naked, he slapped two knives on the desk, and told us we were to fight to the death. Finally all of the abuse I have gone through actually paid off. We sliced and diced at each other, but eventually I got tired of our back and forth dance. I slit her throat, bathing myself in her blood. The dean grabbed me by my hair, and bent me over the dead bodies. He violated my tight teen ass right on top of their corpses. He made me clean up and get dressed. Then we filled out my admissions form, and I left. I got into an Ivy league school!