I’ve noticed how your new neighbor gives you perpetual blue balls. She’s such a cock tease, the bitch needs to be taught a lesson. She’s constantly jogging past your window in those tiny little shorts with her barely there sports bra on. You can see her ass cheeks sticking out of the bottom of her shorts and her tits bouncing over the top of her bra. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m going to wait in the bushes near her front door and when she finishes her jog and goes to unlock her front door that’s when I’ll make my move. I come up behind her and clamp my hand down over her mouth while my other hand presses the cold steel of my switchblade against her throat. I whisper in her ear that if she even thinks about screaming I won’t hesitate to slit her throat and leave her to die in a pool of her own blood. I bind her hands tightly behind her back and drag her over to your apartment. I throw her at your feet and cut her clothes from her body. She’s crying and begging for mercy but she’ll get none of that. Choke her with your cock ram it down the back of her throat while I shove her face so far down that she starts gasping for air. Then I’ll give her a hard kick with my boot so she goes flying onto her back which is the perfect position for me to hold her thighs open while you fuck her like a ragdoll. Don’t hold back and don’t feel bad for the little cock tease for even one second, she’s getting exactly what she deserves. If the bitch keeps carrying on I’m going to really give her a reason to scream! Use every single one of her fuck holes and when you’re done with her, we’ll drug her and dump her on the side of the road somewhere. She won’t remember a thing.
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Working Off A Debt
I got into a bit of trouble this past weekend.
I went to my local bar where I hang out and tried to get a shot. The bartender told me that I had run my tab up to high and would need to pay it down before he could serve me!
Damn! I didn’t have any money!
He told me that I could work it off and sent me back to the stock room.
I figured he wanted me to bring up some supplies but when I heard the door lock behind me, I knew I was in trouble!
I could hear him out side the door, telling all the men that it was $20 for ten minutes with the whore and to pay the bartender for the key!
I know I am the town slut but I ain’t no prostitute!
The door opened and the first guy came in and locked the door again.
He was a big man and I tried to struggle as he shoved me, face first against the wall.
He wanted nothing to do with foreplay! All he cared about was dumping his load!
He spit on his fat cock covering it with a combination of thick spit and chewing tobacco!
I could feel the strands of chew as he forced his filthy cock into my dry ass!
He pounded my tight little fuck hole for about four minutes before he dumped his chunky dick spit inside my sore rosebud!
I thought he was done but when I dropped to the floor, he yanked my head back by the hair and said he paid for ten minutes and plans to get his moneys worth!
Then he held me by the throat and held my nose as ordered me to clean his limp cock!
He didn’t want his wife to know he had just fucked a whore!
I choked on his dirty cock as I licked every ounce of his spit and chunky cum off of it!
He finally let go of my throat and dropped me to the floor as he zipped his smelly jeans and walked out, only to be replaced by another fat cock wanting ten minutes with the town whore!
That’s ok guys! Bring it on! I can take all the pounding punishment you can deal out! And when it’s over, someone better buy me a damn shot!
Taboo Phone Sex with a Crossbow
I needed some extra cash, so I went against my nature and took a temp job in an office. I am not the kind of girl who plays well with others. I run with scissors aimed at people. I don’t fit the look, and I certainly don’t play the part of a secretary. Very hard for me to fake like I enjoy people. But, it was a week gig for some pretty good money, so I thought I could suck it up. Wrong. People’s voices got on my nerves. The constant stupid ass banter about Facebook and Twitter and whose marriage was in trouble and who was eating where. Who the fuck cares? People take a shit and they post in on their social media pages so people will know when they took a dump and how much it weighed. People need a life. The water cooler losers needed snuffed or tortured, especially the men.
The male office asshats were sexually harassing the Goth temp. That shit needed more than a seminar in respecting women to nip in the bud so to speak. I’m a take matters into my own hands kind of bitch anyway. I Macgyvered a little crossbow with pens, pencils, rubber bands and clips. Mixed a little drug compound that would make my targets loopy, practiced my aim from under a desk, then shot up some testicles like a hunter. I’m an evil genius. The pen would not stay lodged in their worthless nut sack. It would be like a small prick sensation (appropriate). They’d adjust the balls, go to the parking garage or the men’s bathroom where I would follow them with my big ass knife. Men with small pricks who harass women don’t deserve their balls. There are lots of reasons to castrate men, but the truth for me is that it is fucking fun as hell. Really gets me wet.
Suddenly this temp job was looking up. Any time I can castrate a man, I’m in heaven. I love removing junk. I’d lurk at my desk like Wednesday Addams, shooting the balls of the male employees with my make shift crossbow, then stalk them to where they went next for some junk removal. When I remove the balls of a worthless piece of shit, it commands respect; it commands fear. They look me right in the eyes as I slice off their testicles, take a soldering pen to the spot to stop the bleeding and laugh. They cry, whimper, apologize, beg, but never rat me out. Too embarrassing to admit that the creepy ass temp chick took their balls because they fondled her inappropriately. I will take your junk too if you look at me funny. But they are on best behavior in the office afterwards because they know I will take their dick next. I have a collection of balls in a mason jar in my desk to remind me that no one messes with Venus, unless Venus wants to be messed.
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Ass rape porn whores like me are good submissive fuck pigs. I understand that each Master of mine has unusual kinks and fetishes. It is my duty to cater to them all. The one I hooked up with last night was into erotic asphyxiation. Have you ever tried it? I love breath play. Having my oxygen cut off as I am cumming gives me the most intense orgasm ever. Master was fucking me in the ass while choking me. I got light headed, giddy, dizzy and wet as fuck. As Master was force fucking my ass and crushing my wind pipe, my pussy was leaking cum like a faucet. Cum was gushing down my legs. I could feel my eyes bulging. I am pretty sure my eyes went bloodshot from the pressure of his hands. It an amazing orgasm for me, and he gets off on the torture and pain. For my cruel master it is a sexy thought to know he could kill me by crushing my windpipe.
Master was not losing his grip on my throat after I came. He was lost in the good feeling of choking me. He said he had been surfing strangulation snuff porn sites all day for how to increase the danger, increase my pleasure. Anything more dangerous always gets this pain slut wet. He dragged me into the bedroom, tossed me on his bed and took off his belt. He wrapped it around my neck as he fucked my ass from behind. He had the belt so tight around my jugular I couldn’t breathe. I was getting faint, really dizzy. There was no air coming in. I started to fight. Claw at the belt so he would let go, but he just clenched it tighter until I blacked out.
I woke up this morning with a huge purple bruise across my throat. Finger marks on my neck. Bloodshot eyes. Veins popped on my head. Bags under my eyes. Bruises all over my body. Cum running out my ass. I even peed my bed. My voice is hoarse today and I need medical attention. I want more strangulation phone sex. Please choke me.
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Taboo phone sex whores who make snuff porn movies are in high demand. I answered an ad on the Back Pages for a killer film production. The pay was great and as usual, I needed money to party. I’ve done all sorts of staged violent films. I end up pretty black and blue, even bloody, but I heal. This film was supposedly an ass rape porn. I’m considered the queen of anal sex movies. I can take anything up my ass from baseball bats to broken bottles. I do anything for party money and the folks in my city know that very well.
When I showed up for the shoot, the director immediately tied me up. No script was provided, which honestly scared me a bit. Everyone in the industry, even underground directors, use a script of some , sort. He told me I had no lines; my job was just to look scared and scream a lot. That would be easy. I was nervous. Once, he started using my body as a punching bag and strangling me, well the screams were real. There were several men circling me. Punch after punch I grew weaker, but that was nothing compared to the brutal torture my ass took.
Baseball bats, fists, guns, wine bottles, hammers, jagged rocks…all got shoved up my ass as I was being skull fucked. I was regretting this gig. I could feel blood running down my ass. When they were done, they made me bend over so they could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside. It didn’t work. My ass was hanging from the inside out. They all sucked on it like a pacifier too. I realized soon, there was no camera anywhere. When I asked about what kind of film this was and when I would be paid, they kicked me and spit on me, the director even pissed in my face. “Stupid whore. No movie. No money. This was just us having fun with a worthless fucking pig,” the supposed director said to me as he tossed me out on to the street. I never seem to learn. I guess desperation makes me stupid.
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Need to hire a taboo phone sex accomplice to take care of those snuff porn aspirations? Well I am your girl if you need it down and fucking perversely sadistic. Let me gather the victims and make the scene. I will have a crew film us as we embark on the preparation of the victims to the cannibalistic feast of sweet succulent flesh. We will ensure the rape phone sex fantasies are fulfilled and make it worthwhile.
So, the true professional in me will need to know your not going to become weak and back down. With that said let it be known you may or may not get out alive. The outcome is determined by only your actions and reactions, so make sure your able to follow through. I have no problem leaving the whole crew for dead, so make sure you can handle it.
From The Torture Sex Club to Underground Snuff Porn
Torture sex clubs are popping up all over. For a submissive fuck slut like me, I can’t help but try them all. There is always going to be a risk. Some clubs are linked to the underground snuff porn world. I have gotten roughed up pretty bad at a few. Even came close to death once when a guy cut me too deep. I keep going back because I am a risk taking pain slut junkie.
This new club looked like many others I have visited. Stark basement, brick walls, dark and damp. Industrial feel. Women are always able to attend one of this clubs with no back ground check, but men are subjected to various tests. I guess that gives me some sort of false security. I met a guy at the club who took an immediate liking to me. He likes buxom blond bimbos. We went to a private room where he suspended me and used me as a punching bag. He was very fond of going Mike Tyson on my fake tits. They were black and blue within an hour. So was the rest of me.
I was forced to suck his cock while hanging upside down. I nearly gagged on his cum. He slapped me. Punched me in the stomach a few times then left. Just left. Left me hanging in pain for hours. I was getting ill from the blood rushing to my head. I screamed for help. Screamed until my voice was shot. Still no one came. I puked and had to swallow my own bile. I pissed on myself. My own urine ran down body, over my tits, hitting my chin. Finally, I passed out. No clue how long I had been out. No memory of being moved. But, when I woke up, I was hanging up right like a side of beef in a cold dank basement with several other blonde buxom bimbos.
I started screaming. Trying to get the other girls to talk to me. I soon discovered they were all dead. I was the only one breathing in that room. I wondered how long that would last. I heard a voice over a speaker like the Saw movies. All he said was, “Welcome to the Dead Bimbos Club.” I came into the club as a pain slut whore. I would leave the club as a snuff porn queen.
Redneck Rest stop from Hell
I was traveling through Mississippi on a dark evening when I had to pee. I usually wait until I get gas because roadside rests creep me out. But, my bladder was screaming so I had no choice.
The lights were out. I eased out of my car and looked around. Grabbing my cell phone to use as a flashlight, I crept across the lawn. I ran into the Ladies Room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. That’s where I screwed up. I heard sounds from within the room. A voice whispered. “I’m coming to get you, girl.”
I flew to the door and ran for my life. A pick-up barreled across the grass, heading for me. I crashed through the shubbery, but was met by more men. One grabbed me and kissed me with foul breath. He threw me to the other one, who ripped off my clothes. I landed face down on the hard ground. “Well, lookee here. Sweet young pussy.” the older one unfastened his jeans as the others crowded around. Taking turns, they had their way with me, taking me 2 at a time. My pussy was an overflowing dumpster, my asshole was a gaping bloody cesspool of white trash cum.
He hit me hard across the face. “Suck my cock, you whore.” I tried to babble something but choked on the blood, as my mouth was violated. I felt my legs being stretched out as another one got behind my knees. “Scream for me, slut.” he roared as he rammed a huge fuckstick up my young ass. I screamed until I collapsed. And still they violated me.
I awoke later, bruised and bloody, my hair stiff with jizz. I pulled myself to my car. I could feel blood on my tits where they cut me and my skull was cracked. Just as I started the engine, 2 more pick-ups pulled up and blocked me in. Sweet darkness took me in and I passed out.
Venus’s Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Brutal Rape Porn Means Lose Your Dick on Route 66
Men are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. A trucker cut me off the road a few months ago. No apologies. Not even a wave. I saw his truck at a rest stop, decided to pull over and confront him. Then, I thought this ass wipe deserves more than just a verbal lashing from me. He could have killed me. I got my big ass knife and strap on from the car and paid him a little visit in the bathroom. “What the fuck bitch,” he started to yell at me before I slammed his head into the urinal wall.
I fucked his ass with my strap on like he was a dirty lot lizard I paid to use. As I slammed my big cock in and out of his ass, I held my knife to his cock. “Resist me bitch, lose your dick,” I giggled sadistically. I was getting my kicks on Route 66. Well, maybe more like him losing his dick on Route 666. I was enjoying force fucking his worthless ass. Many men need taught how to respect women. I’m old school. I believe in vengeance. I believe in an eye for an eye. In this case, a dick for bad driving. I knew I was taking his dick; I just wanted to ruin his ass first. Hurt him.
Once I had his ass gaping open, I shoved my knife up his butt. Brutal rape porn on Route 666. Blood was gushing out his sphincter, running down his legs until he was standing in a pool of his own blood. He was crying; blubbering like an idiot. I gave one last hard jab upwards into his torn asshole, twisted, pulled it out, then sliced off his pecker and shoved it in his mouth. Left him on the rest stop bathroom floor to bleed out. Every time some ass wipe cuts me off in traffic, I fantasize about using him for ass rape porn. Woman aren’t the only ones who force fuck bitches.
Ass rape porn Nightmare w/ Geneva
Always a victim and this holds true for what happened to me recently. I was abducted and held hostage by a serial killer that is still at large. The mere fact that I am here today is still a little surprising. The whole thing started when I contacted someone on a local rental site seeking to rent a room in their home.
Upon falling in love with the place I took to signing a contract and moving in without question nor research. I suppose I got what I deserved and I am lucky to have made it out alive. The individual preyed on single women desperate for a nice, and extremely inexpensive place to live. The initial first week was normal as he worked on gaining my trust. At the stroke of Midnight that Sunday night however took a bleak turn. He had been a generous host and we were sharing some wine and suddenly everything went black. I was drugged and blacked out only to awaken chained, naked and bloody in his basement turned dungeon.
The following week had me used, abused and beat to near death. I was starved and given only wine as sustenance which was always laced with something. I had hallucinations, black outs and always came to chained to a bed with dried cum and fluids all over and inside me. I was force fucked in every hole and he was always there laughing at me and calling me a gullible pig and I deserved everything I got.
My escape was that I awoke in a hospitals mental ward as I was found wandering around naked and rambling incoherently. I have no reminiscence of how I got free.