My man owed a shit load of money to the 5th Ward Bloods. The 5WB’s were the largest gang in our city. They sold crack out of a trap house a few blocks from our home. They weren’t taking any more of his “I’ll pay you later” excuses. If he didn’t come up with the money they were going to kill him. He didn’t have the money but he told them he had something better …me. He made me put on my sluttiest dress and my highest heels. He drove me to the trap house and dragged me inside. There were over 25 thugs and a few females stuffed into this small track house. Weed smoke filled the air and a small mountain of cocaine sat on a coffee table.
“This is my bitch, Layla, she’ll suck and fuck anyone in here.”, he said proudly.
Nervous butterflies filled my stomach and fear flowed through my veins. The leader of the gang got to fuck me first. He threw me over his shoulder and gripped my ass cheek making his homies laugh. He walked to the back of the house and threw me on a dirty mattress on the floor. He tore my panties off and without pulling his pants down he pulled his cock out and fucked me hard and fast. He got up on his feet, zipped his pants and walked out of the room. One by one, and sometimes two at a time gangsters walked into that room and raped me over and over again. I sucked and fucked so many men that day both sets of my lips swelled up twice their normal size. When will I get the strength to leave my sick man?
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The 5th Ward Bloods
Taboo Phone Sex with Blair
Taboo phone sex is a submissive fuck toy’s specialty. Submissive whores don’t get vanilla calls. We don’t have vanilla lives. This guy I hooked up with last night for some coke got rough with me. He was not a drug dealer. He just buys a lot for himself to share with others. He did share with me, but for a price. My ass. Men love fucking my ass hard. In fact, this guy was enjoying my ass so much, he invited a few friends over to share my tight ass with him. The feeling of 3 cocks in your ass is not one of accomplishment as much as it is about pain. It hurts like fuck to get gaped and stretched. They ruined my ass. They found it amusing to strangle me as they ass fucked me. I would pass out, then a cock would ram my ass back and I was back awake. Passing out made the fucking more intense. My ass was so sore, I put some coke on my rosebud. Bad idea. My skin was torn open from the ass fucking, so I absorbed the coke into my body. I was a fucking machine. I started begging he boys to fuck my ass harder and faster. I am paying for it today. Even an ass rape porn star can get ass fucked too hard. I am sitting on an inner tube smoking weed for the pain. My asshole is prolapsed, but I bet you are hard thinking of my pain and shame.
Medical Fetish Fun
Opening myself up with a speculum in front of my mirror has become a daily routine. I love being able to see all the way back inside me and check out all of my parts. Taking out my handy dandy flash light to get a better look. I can see my cervix and all the fun we’ve been having scraping and cutting at it during our knife play fantasy sessions. It’s becoming more and more intense and I love it. I crank the speculum open wider and wider so I can check out our work further. The color of the discharge, the blood and it’s overwhelming how intense the pleasure to pain ratio really has become over the past several days. We’re not exactly playing doctor but we’re just taking our time figuring out exactly what direction to take this medical fetish in and I can’t wait to hear your next batch of ideas. 😉 Talk to you tomorrow, yes?
The next big score
I have a crazy ass ex who would always make me commit these robberies with him. We would break into houses and steal all of the things that would get some money to get our next fix. My ex really loved it when the houses were still occupied when we got in there. He loved to have me tie up the woman so he could carry out his rape fantasies. He would have me tie the husbands up and make them watch if him fuck the shit out of the woman in the house if the men were home.
He would have me hold down the lil ones of the house and he would do horrible things to the, He would carry out rape and fuck fantasies to his pleasure, while I had to watch, participate and help. At first it would bother me, but as time went on I learned to like it and eventually I started to get wet at the thought of our next big score.
Gangbang rape porn fantasy
I was walking home and I do not live in the best of neighborhoods. It must have been around 9pm or so, and I noticed some scuffling behind me. I tried to quicken my pace and as I rounded the corner onto my block, I was grabbed and drug into a nearby alley. They then shoved me quickly into a garage that they had open and waiting and closed the garage door. The next few hours will full of sodomizing me, torturing me and forcibly raping fucking all of my holes over and over. I counted about for of them, they were in their 20’s it looked like. At one point there one guy had his cock in my ass as he had me straddling him, while another was behind me in my ass and the third was face fucking my mouth so I could not scream. The fourth was watching playing with his swollen fuck stick. They made me bleed, tore me open and then when they were done told me to keep my mouth shut and go the fuck home.
Aggressive Stalker
I had been seeing a guy lately and we planned to take a hike through the nearby woods since there was a remote path through the vast forest. We walked hand in hand through the trees, unknowingly being stalked from the thick fog rolling in. A predator creeped among the bushes, growing angry. I had been his prize for so long now- the special flower he had admired from afar and who he felt a deepening thirst for. To see me with another man was an insult, and his fury bubbled up like a beast preparing to pounce on its prey.
I heard some rustling through the trees, but thought nothing of it until a mad man rushed from out of nowhere and impaled my date with a spear through the heart. He died instantly, and with a frantic scream, I dashed through the woods, trying to find my way home. Losing my way from the trail in my panic, I stumbled as I spun around, trying to determine which way led to civilization. But it was hopeless, I cried as I realized the futility of my escape. I would die here, lost in this forest if the killer didn’t get to me first.
Wandering through the fog, I came across a small shack. Nobody seemed to be around, so I decided to check inside for any helpful tools or maybe even an old map. Inside, I found an earring, old sneakers, a sweater, a towel, among other random items, all of which used to belong to me. Things I had either forgotten about or thought I lost filled the rickety shelves in the hut. Realizing what was going on, I started to hyperventilate. When I turned to run, I bumped into the wild man who had been following me. He grabbed my wrists as I screamed and tried to fight him off. Nobody could hear me way out here, though.
With great strength, he pushed me onto a pallet made from leaves and a blanket he must have stolen from my house as well. He pinned me down under his knee as he grabbed some rope off the ground and bound my arms behind my back. Taking out his big, dirty cock, he tore a hole in the back of my pants and jammed it into my ass, making me cry out in pain.
Between thrusts, he grunted the question, asking me why I betrayed him. I sobbed and told him I didn’t betray him, I had no idea who he was, but this only made him angrier. Grabbing more rope, he tightened it around my neck, strangling me until I was blue in the face and turning cold. He left a fat nut inside my ass before abandoning me in the shack, setting it on fire to destroy everything inside.
Execution by Torture Sex and Humiliation
Torture sex death and humiliation is what I was sentenced to for my crime of disobedience. The judge ordered my death immediate and public. My executioner was into extreme pain and degradation. Before we even left the courtroom, he had me stripped naked and in shackles. I was escorted to a room. The room where I would soon die. There was a variety of people watching in awe as I was spanked repeatedly. My body was exposed and prodded. Nipple clamps were attached to my tits. My cunt was whipped. My legs were spread wide and I was tortured with a menacing vibrator. When I got wet, I was mocked for being a pain slut. I was tied to a post and whipped and tortured while strangers gawked and cheered for my death. I tried to beg for forgiveness for my insolence, but my fate was already sealed. My executioner was having too much fun torturing my female parts. I liked the pain, but I was afraid to die. I didn’t want to die. I denied that I liked the pain, but my wet cunt told a different tale. My executioner informed me that I would die a painful death when I orgasmed. I tried not to cum. But the pain was too intense. I am a pain slut after all. I died cumming, naked, exposed, being tortured in my ass and my pussy while strangers masturbated and cheered my death. If only I had met my executioner under different circumstances….
Dark Gothic Evil
When you think of goth teen phone sex, you’re thinking of me. The sound of her head splitting wide open and the smell of blood made your cock rise high. Even as her brains oozed out, she was moaning. “Fuck her if you like” I whispered and giggled. I knew you wanted to fuck that dying pussy and lick the blood from her mouth. You jumped on her like a starving mongrel, pushing into her tortured cunt. I had split it from clit to asshole hours earlier with my razor blade dildo. She had been beautiful. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. The prom queen who had rejected you and told everyone about your small penis. The wounded look of defeat in your eyes had sent me into a rage. I had cornered her in the bathroom the night of the prom and chloroformed the cunt. Now, she belonged to us forever. We experimented with all of my toys. Who knew how many items could be shoved into a pussy? We fucked her with every sharp tool in the shed. Guess the bitch wouldn’t be making fun of anyone else ever again. I almost let her live. Allowing her disfigured face to be seen in public was too much kindness. So goodnight, princess. May your soul dance forever in the swamp where we dump you for the gators.
Deadly Online Dating
I met you on OkCupid a few weeks ago and naturally I’ve been a little shy about actually meeting you in real life. Once we went out to a movie and grabbed a little dinner I was feeling really comfortable with you. So excited that maybe I had met a nice guy for once I quickly agreed go by your house and mess around. I didn’t want to disappoint you after being so sweet all night but it was a huge mistake. You quickly locked the door behind us and we sat down, started making out but then you pulled out a pair of handcuffs. You cuffed my arms together and pulled out a knife. Dragging the blade around different parts of my body. You ordered me to put my head back and take your cock all the way in. You were plugging my throat so deep and I kept trying to tell you I couldn’t breathe but you didn’t care. Everything went blank and I guess the best way to say this is that I won’t be doing anymore online dating.
Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday
Snuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.

















