After binging on drugs, booze and horror films yesterday, I find myself wondering what it would truly feel like to be kidnapped. I am a sick bitch and I love being hurt. I’m not talking a little slap on the ass, I love having a knife stabbed into me as I am fucked. I know, I’m fucking crazy! Like what if some psychopath grabbed me as I am trying to sell what is left of my cunt. He takes me back to his place and fucked me as hard as he can. I think I would love it. My nipples would be hard, my fuck hole would be dripping wet and wanting him to fuck me harder. I would probably laugh in his face. I am hoping his anger would get worse and he hangs me up like a cow and chop me up into pieces. What would you do to try and hurt me? Tell me!
Category: Bondage phone sex
Snuff Porn
This new guy I am fucking was like so, “Wanna make a snuff porn?” He knows I am a submissive whore, so I never say no. I like the idea of pretending to die on film. It really is all about angle and lighting. I can control my breathing well to give the appearance of death. I had my ass on his cock looking right at the camera begging to be snuffed out. He was pounding my ass so hard you would have thought he wanted to make an ass rape porn. As his cock assaulted my back door, his hands tightened around my throat. My eyes started to bug out. I could feel myself suffocating. It was hard to not fight him. I really thought he was just getting carried away with method acting, but I passed out from lack of oxygen. He kept fucking my ass hard because it jolted me awake. I could see from the little window on the camera that my throat was purple from his grip on my throat. My ass too. Apparently he was holding on to my ass cheeks so hard as he anally tortured me, it left bruises. This felt too real. I started to get off of his cock but he put both hands around my neck like he was wringing a chicken’s neck. He violently thrust me down on his cock while strangling me. I felt a windpipe crush and blood fill up in my throat. As I started to gag on my own blood, he pushed me off his dick, onto the floor and shot his load over my face as he kicked me in the belly repeatedly. “Smile for the camera you dead stupid whore,” he said as he spit on me. I certainly felt dead.
All Hallows Eve Madness
This Halloween will bring an end to her madness. I have had her for some time now and she has gone mad. Watching her sanity slowly slip away has been a journey of erotic satisfaction for me. She has gotten loose in the basement and I had to chain the door shut. Listening to her wail and chant incoherently has been the catalyst for many days and nights of hot masturbation, making me cum very hard. It has also given me time to plan the perfect snuff ending for my insane little prisoner. I love when she pushes the trap door of the basement open and stares at me with her wild eyes and filthy face chanting that she is coming for me. What she doesn’t know is the clock is ticking and her time is almost up. On All Hallows Eve when the moon is high and the night is dark I am letting her out of the basement through the outside entrance. As she is flailing and chanting in the cool crisp air I am going to pull out my cross bow and systematically hunt her down. Legs first rendering her immobile. As I let my arrows fly, hitting strategically to cause her pain, I will become weak from the intense orgasms that her end will bring me. The shrill of her insane screaming will fill the night air and bring the juices flowing from my cunt.
Snuff Porn Victim Beat Unconscious
Snuff Porn Victim Beat Unconscious is how the newspaper heading read. In pure disbelief I sat glancing at the image of me presented as the subject. As if living in a parallel world I read on about how I was knocked out dragged into the woods and tied to an alter. The article failed to go into explicit details.
Awaking, in a cold clammy cave I failed the ability to see well in the darkness and barely felt my body. All parts of me were numb, and I started gaining flashes of images. I heard screams coming from me and felt myself being put through ass rape porn footage. The camera lights were so bright and my wrists were bound over my head. I felt them violate me and cut me. They were bleeding and fucking my body to it’s very last breath.
In confusion and weariness I awoke.
Mommy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Rape phone sex fantasies are my favorite. I know that must sound like some bull shit line to cater to male fantasies, but the truth is I am a submissive pain slut mommy whore. The first time my son force fucked me with some of his friends, turned me into a rape fantasy fan. I remember it like it was yesterday, but it has been over a decade now. I was strung out from partying the night before. My oldest son had some friends over playing video games. My ass was hanging out of my shorts like a trailer park whore. One of his friends made a dirty comment about having a slut mom. Instead of defending me, my son agreed. The next thing I knew, they ganged up on me. I was pinned down to the ground. My son ripped my clothes off as one of his friends shoved his cock in my cunt. “She is tight for a whore,” he told my son. “Shut the fuck up slut,” my son ordered me as I cried for him to help me. My son unzipped his pants and put his dick in my mouth. That shut me up. I was held down and sexually assaulted for hours by teen boys. They showed me no respect; no mercy; no love. My ass was sodomized by boy dick. My cunt was fisted by teen hands. My mouth was filled with boy batter. They left me on the floor bruised, bleeding and covered in cum as they went back to their stupid video game. Now, I know what buttons to push to get force fucked by my son and his friends. Do you want to gang bang mommy too? I promise not to enjoy it too much.
Bondage Pleasure
The smell of leather that has been soaked in sweat is one of my favorite smells. It is an aphrodisiac that sends jolts of pleasure through my body making my nipples hard and my cunt nice and juicy. Watching while the terror sets in and the struggle to be free begins drives me absolutely crazy with lust. I love to taunt my captive by rubbing my body all over them as they struggle against the restraints. The thrill of the fresh struggle that is in genuine earnest gets my blood boiling. My pleasure increases as the fight in my captive subsides and I can see the resignation in their eyes. Inevitably I spew hot cum all over their weak and tiered body before continuing on to the next step in sexual gratification. Recently I have been visiting a sister site of ours: https://submissivewhore.com/ delighting in the adventures of these weak and timid whores. Right now I am enjoying stalking the site but soon I will make one of the delicious creatures my own and she will experience submission and bondage like she never has before!
Fucked up and beat down.
“Tell me what you’re good for.” you demanded, twisting my tit. “Owww, I’m good for nothing.” I sobbed. “That’s right, whore.” he cackled, punching me in the mouth. Blood spurted from my lip and I felt a tooth loosen. He pulled out his cock and rammed it between my broken lips. He was grunting. It only took several strokes for him to blow his load, mixing with the blood. I tried desperately to swallow. But he kicked me right in the chest, breaking my ribs. I puked the bloody froth down the front of my dress. That seemed to inflame him more and his cock began to rise again. “On your knees, bitch.” he growled. I felt something touch my asshole and I knew it wasn’t flesh. He had the neck of my wine bottle and forced it deep into my rectum. I screamed with the pain as he banged me hard with the empty bottle, stroking his shaft. Just as he was ready to come, he pulled the bottle out of my ass and shot his load in it.
“Here’s your cum cocktail, you druggy whore. Drink it.” I gulped his load from the bottle, trying to get that last drop. I knew he would punish me if I failed.
“Good little whore.” he rasped. Now let’s do a line and start Lesson 2.” I snorted hard, trying to get enough drugs in me to take the pain that I knew was coming. Stay tuned for the next episode….as he brought out nipple clamps and a scalpel….
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Kinky Ass Murder Spree
I feel like going on a murder spree today just for the hell of it. What do you say do you want to join me? I’m going to wait outside the club as it’s letting out. All those drunk men and women stumbling around blindly trying to make their way to their waiting car or flag down a taxi. They’re ripe for the picking. Let’s grab a couple and throw them in the back of the van. Then we can drive out of the woods and practice different ways to torture them and make them bleed out. I have such a beautiful assortment of knives to cut into their flesh and watch the lovely puddles of blood growing beneath them. I want to use their blood like body paint and roll around in it with you as you fuck me. Maybe we can hack off a few limbs and leave their body parts strung up from the cabin ceiling. They do make the loveliest decorations. My cunt is so wet from offing all these innocent losers. I want you to have the most intense orgasm of your life as you help me kill victim after victim. Let’s go on a massive murder fuck spree and leave a wave of carnage behind us.
My New Victim
The more I drove around looking for a victim,the more my desire to fullfill a rape fantasy began to boil inside me. I had to quench my thirst for torture, blood, pain and fear. I had been wondering the streets all day looking for her. Driving around, walking the streets. I looked at the street market, I searched the parks, the malls, even the movie theaters. I was just about to give up there she was, like a gift from an evil lord, for my pleasure. I watched the fear in her eyes change from fear to desperation and back to fear again as I drove home. I tied her to my alter spread eagle and shaved all the hair off her pussy. I poured my scented oil all over her body, cleansing her. I burnt my sage over her and purged her body of all impurities. Finally I took her violently, assulting every inch of her body while she screamed for mercy. When I was done with her. I sliced her wrists and let her bleed into the two little glass bowls I have. Once she was bleed I butchered her and began cooking her slowly. Dinner was going to be good today….
Fantasy Phone Sex Evil Threesome
What are your fantasy phone sex desires? I often fantasize about hooking up with a dominant couple. I love the thought of being the beta bitch to an alpha couple. So, I decided to make my fantasy a reality. Last weekend, I traveled to a different city to check out a new BDSM club there and hooked up with Tim and Rae. He was handsome and rugged; she was gorgeous and statuesque. Both were sadistically dominant. It wasn’t double my pleasure. It was double my pain. The moment we entered a VIP room, it was clear that Rae was the top alpha dog in the couple. She ordered her husband to piss down my throat. While I was savoring his piss in my mouth like fine champagne, she was making ass rape porn with my butt. First, she fucked me with a spiked strap-on. Then I got a glass butt plug shoved up my ass, which I had to clench for 20 minutes while I gargled her husband’s urine in my mouth. Once I swallowed his golden nectar, she shoved a broom handle up my ass so far, I swear I could feel it in my throat.
My ass was owned by this bitch. Her husband was skull fucking me while she sodomized my ass with an assortment of objects not meant for the anus. My moans, my screams only turned her on more. At one point however, my screams got too loud and she shoved the glass butt plug that had been in my ass in my mouth like a pacifier. I sucked my own shit and blood off it, which made me sick. I had asked for this fantasy. It was not at all sensual like I thought it would be. She would not let a “dirty tramp” lick her pussy or ass. I was not worthy of her goddess holes. All I got was piss, shit and pain. After she was done shredding my once pretty pink puckered asshole, she sat on my face and not only pissed down my throat, but forced me to eat her shit. Her husband was so turned on watching her violate me like that, he came all over me.
I left the club looking like a human toilet; smelling worse; feeling like death. Be careful what you fantasize about.