Bimbo Torture Sex

He told me I looked like his next torture sex doll. I have heard that a lot in my life, but not recently. I am a free agent right now. I have no master. I have no one to watch my every move. I am liking my freedom but seems like men are always content to take away any illusion of freedom I might have. I was not looking for trouble, but it does have a habit of finding me. I was out shopping late last night. I prefer to grocery shop after midnight when the store is not crowded, and it is usually restocked on my items. This stock boy was eying my sexy body when I walked down his isle. That was when he started talking about doing some violent things to me. I was like, whatever boy. I am way out of your league. In his mind, a taboo phone sex princess like me needed put in her place. The high school boy jumped me going to my car and forced me into the trunk of his SUV. I was kicking and screaming in his trunk. We went over a very bumpy gravel road. He had this planned. Maybe it was not me he wanted, but now that he had me, he was going to make the best of it. I heard other voices before he got me out of the trunk. It was like some high school party. It was a bonfire with lots of liquor and a ton of horny teen boys. They looked at me like a glass of water on an extremely hot day. I was the star of the party. I think any woman would have done, but they felt lucky to get a statuesque blonde bimbo. They all had rape fantasies too. They used me worse than a gangbang rape porn star. My holes were battered and used. I smelled like a cum dumpster too. Freedom is just an illusion when you are a dirty bimbo whore.

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