Master took me to church this morning and forced me to strip down in front of all the attendees. I felt really used up in all the best yet worst of ways by being forced to expose myself to hundreds of random strangers. But here’s the best part, Master wanted me to have some super naughty private time with the priest of the church, so he forced me along to the back room and shut the curtain on me. Soon after, the priest entered the room and told me that he had specific instructions from my Master as far as how he is going to handle me. Master told him that I need to be repented of all my sins and that it was going to take a lot of work to make that happen! The priest took a crucifix and strapped my ankles to the ends of a table so that I was spread open as wide as I could possible be! The crucifix was long and sharp, the perfect tool for the priest to rip open my insides while force fucking my cunt. Trying to clean and rid me of all my sins seems nearly impossible, I have been way too much of a bad girl! The crucifix fucking destroyed me, I was gushing blood and internal tissues and guts were oozing out of my fuck holes. I was being stabbed to death it felt like. Master finally came into the room and intervened, telling the priest that his work was done and we would be headed home. Once we got back to the house, Master gave me a good beating with his fists just to top it all off. I know that this is what I deserved! Blasphemy sex always makes me extra fucking horny and Master loves taking advantage of that!
Exposed and fucked
Morning Ass Rape Porn
Ass rape porn is what I woke up to this morning. I heard these loud screams from the living room. There was my one night stand jacking off to my private collection of hardcore anal sex movies. He said, “I didn’t know what a slut you were when I picked you up last night. You’ve been holding out on me.” He had this look in his eyes that told me to run, so I did. I bolted back to my bedroom, locked the door and had every intention of calling 911. He was too strong. He busted the door down before I could get my cell out of my purse. He grabbed my throat, tossed me on the ground and pulled me by my hair back to the living room. He made me watch my own gangbang rape porn films. He had his hands around my throat the entire time he was hammering my ass. Choking me slowly as he sodomized my worthless ass. He thought I was being too vanilla in the bedroom last night. He accused me of acting like I don’t usually pick up random strangers. He was pissed that I didn’t give up my ass to him last night. “You are just a useless whore. Your parents must be so proud of you,” he screamed sarcastically. He prolapsed my ass, pissed on my face then shot his cum on my TV. When he left, he kicked me in the stomach and spit on me as a final declaration of how worthless I am.
Aubree’s your sweet whore
I was at the store earlier this week and I had a woman stop me, she said she recognized my picture from her husbands BDSM collection. I told her I was not familiar with her and she explained that she had found several pictures of me with my pussy hanging out and my hounds bound, while her husband was inside my ass hole. I was a little shocked at this accusation even though it was definitely true.
I explained that perhaps it could have been me, but even if it was I could not tell her because I have a confidential policy for my master and I hold that moral above all else. She got very upset with me and slapped me across the face as she walked away. This actually turned me on a little bit, so I walked behind her and gave her ass a big wack. She turned around beat red, clearly not expecting that. I told her if she wants more, she need only come with her husband next time and that I would make her come hard.
Snuff movies were his fave
Snuff movies were his fave, I really was suprised how much my boss loved wicked porn. If only he knew all of enocunters with my slave he would probably have a permanent irrection twenty four seven. I was going throw my bosses browser history on the computer. I was doing some filing work and was a little nosey and found the links to some porn sites and when I saw his interest I nearly froze. I made a playful joke and he got so embarressed and turned so red. I honestly didn’t think it was such a big deal. I then went for lunch when I got back there was a note on my desk from him. He wanted to meet me after work. I wonder what he wanted I sat their and was thinking, maybe he thought I was going to let people know about his secret porn obsession. I really had no intent. I sat their daydreaming about him fucking me rough during work hours and just making his way with me and fucking my pussy and mouth. I hope this meeting is more like my day dream. 
I will cut off your balls!
Having a sub who wants me to cut off his balls is one of my ultimate fantasies. If you are begging for it because you do not feel manly enough, think your cock is too small or just feel like a useless sissy bitch… I am always willing to be the one to pull the trigger on that type of fantasy. It actually gets me really hot and wet to think about all of that blood dripping out of your balls after I take a big pair of scissors and just squeeze together as your flesh separates.
Or maybe we even put them on the butcher block and I take a nice sharp clever as I make you look down at those ridiculous things while I let the clever drop and cut them from your body, as it emasculate you and proves what a worthless piece of shit you are. I can even shove them into your asshole and then make you fuck me with your tongue, humiliating you as your screams echo into my cunt while I make you use that pain to make me feel good and get me off.
Selling Pussy
From day one my man has drilled it into my head that I belong to him. Like a branded cow belongs to a farmer, I belong to my crack-addicted boyfriend. When he looks at me he sees dollar signs. He doesn’t work because he makes me sell my ass to the highest bidder. I walk the streets and sell myself on the internet to keep my old man high. Sometimes I fuck so many men in one day that my pussy lips painfully swell up. Sometimes the johns get rough and abuse me with vicious acts of violence. I come home with bruises, black eyes, and bite marks and my old man doesn’t blink an eye. As long as I keep crack in his pipe he’s happy. But if I don’t make enough money that’s a guaranteed ass-whooping’. Why can’t I leave this terrible relationship?
Sex with dead bodies
I had his hands around my neck and his cock balls deep inside of my pussy. My pussy lips were stretching around his cock. His big balls where beating harder against my ass. I could not breathe, my hole body started to turn limp. I felt myself leave my body. I was floating over myself watching him fuck my dead body.
Even though I was not breathing he was crushing my wind pipes right into his hands as his cock kept fucking me harder and faster. I was completely limp on his cock. He took a knife and started stabbing my body, making my cold blood spray all over him. He started cumming inside of my holes as he bathed in my blood.
After he was done, he gave me a sweet kiss right on my lips. He flipped me on my tummy and took my ass from behind. He was no where done with my little dead body.
Football Game Fun

I cheered for the football team tonight. All the boys kept staring at me, short skirt and my big tits bouncing all around. The girls on my squad don’t seem to like me too much, I think they are just jealous of all the male attention I get. Whatevs. After the game, which we won, a few of the guys from the team invited me to a party. I love going to parties, anything to keep me from home really. So we get to this party and the quarterback keeps giving me drinks. It really was not long before I was totally wasted. He and a few other guys asked if I wanted to go have some fun in a more private place. I did. They took me into a empty room and laid me on the bed. I sat up and pulled my shirt and skirt off. “Well boys what should we do?” I said. The four of them looked at each other than back to me with big grins on their faces. I stood up so they could remove my panties and bra. One guy dropped to his knees in front of me and started licking my bare wet pussy, another began to eat my little asshole. One kissed me and the other was playing with my tits. I felt wonderful but I needed more. Once I told them this the quarterback sat on the bed, I sat on his fuckstick and began giving him the ride of his life. One guy used his fingers to gape my tight asshole while his friend got ready to fuck it. Once I was being fucked in the ass and cunt another guy stuck his cock in my mouth. I was so full in every way. They took turns switching positions until we were are mutually satisfied. It was a good time.
Bondage Phone Sex Turns Deadly
I do bondage phone sex calls daily. I have done bondage fetish modeling for drug money. It was not a far stretch for me to make a bondage film. The pay was good, so I responded to the ad. I Googled the production outfit. They have been in the fetish film making industry a few decades now, so I had no reason for concern. When I arrived at the house being used for the set, no red flags went up. It looked like a professional porn fetish film set. All the lighting equipment was there. There were assistants and a catering spread. If I was being duped, they went to a lot of trouble and expense to make it look real. There was even a script. I didn’t care that it was hardcore bondage; I needed money. After about an hour of filming, my character was strung up into the trees. Suspension bondage isn’t common, but I was fine with it. I was up in the air for over an hour when I realized all the crew was gone. Only the director remained. I either fell asleep or had been drugged. I told him I needed down because I had to pee. That’s when the torture sex began. He lit a flame torch and started burning my feet. The pain was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I started screaming for help. My flesh was burning as I was screaming. No one was coming to my rescue. The director was filming me while stroking his cock. Underneath me was a bale of hay that he lit on fire. As the flames grew taller, the heat blistered my skin. Was he making a snuff film or was I dinner? When he added another bale of hay, so the flames would grow even taller, I knew this was the end. Dinner or snuff, either way, I was being burned alive, like a witch on a stake. I passed out as the flames charred my legs…

















