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He looks at my open pussy. He starts to fuck me with his tongue. It feels so good. He makes me orgasm. He then climbs on top of me. He lifts up my legs over my head. He shoves his cold hard cock into my soaking wet snatch. I moan, it feels so good. It’s like fucking a glass dildo. He is hard as a rock literally. He starts thrusting in and out of me harder. It begins to hurt. I’m still loving it at this point. He starts to bang me inhumanly fast. I’m getting scared. His fangs pop out. So he is really a vampire. I’m not crazy at all. He growls and snaps my leg. I scream from the pain. He broke it I can feel it. He snaps the other leg. I scream out again. He broke them so they will lay over and he can fuck my cunt harder and deeper. He is fucking me so fast he looks like a blur. My pussy is bleeding from the friction. It hurts so much. I have felt pain. But this, it feels worse because he has been so gentle all this time. He dislocates both my hips. It’s excruciating!! I wish he would kill me. I imagine that is already his plan. Tears run down my face. So much pain. He pounds my pussy harder. Please stop this just kill me I think in my head. I remain silent aside from the sobs and moans. My pussy is screaming in pain as well. All a sudden he jumps off me. Thank the lord. He moves his face back down to my pussy. He starts to lick the blood away. I relax a but Then, I feel him bite down. It feels like he bit the inside of my honey hole. He starts to suck on my cunt hole then. He did bite me inside of it now he is draining my blood again. He sucks harder. I hate to admit it while it’s painful and the pain from my legs are horrible. The sucking of my holes blood is making me wet. He drains me of my blood. I start to fade away again. The pain subsides as my eyes go dark. I hear someone say “ when I’m done draining her just throw her body in the Shute with the others.” So I am going to die. At least the end is peaceful. I see my happier days as a tot cross my eyelids as my chest moves one last time.

Snuff Porn Whore

snuff pornHe said I looked like a snuff porn whore. That should have been my clue. My red flag. I’m attracted to dangerous men. I felt powerless when our eyes locked at the club. I knew I was in for trouble, maybe even deadly trouble. I went into a private room with him. I don’t know why. I was afraid of him, but wildly attracted to him at the same time. He ordered me to strip for him. I did as I was ordered. I always do as I am told, even when it is detrimental to me. After I gave him a sexy dance, he put his cigarette out on my face. “You are too pretty for a whore,” he seethed. The pain was intoxicating. He punched me in the stomach so hard, I fell to the floor. I cowered in the corner like a scared animal. I was scared. He took off his belt. He beat me for what seemed like an eternity. “Why,” I asked? “Because I can, whore,” was his only reply. I was bloody, swollen and bruised. That was just the tip of the iceberg. He ushered in all the male patrons in the bar. “Free whore pussy,” he yelled before instructing the men to do whatever they wanted to me. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I have been force fucked all my life. I have grown to like it.  I have grown to expect it too.

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Ass Rape Porn Bar Gangbang

ass rape pornAss rape porn is my favorite. I have always been an anal Annie. As a grown woman, I find more guys obsessed with anal torture than just a good hardcore ass fucking. I love it in the ass, but sometimes it is way more than I can handle. I went to my local corner bar for some fun Friday night. It is a total dive bar. A bar respectable women avoid, but everyone who knows me knows I am a far cry from respectable. If you are a chick in this bar, you want fucked or you want drugs. In my case, it is always both. The guys there just refer to me as the ginger whore. The moment I walk in, they buy me drinks because every regular patron there knows I cannot hold my alcohol for shit. After a few rounds of tequila, I am a gangbang rape porn star. My memory is a little sketchy about the other night, but my prolapsed ass tells me I had a good time. What I do remember is being bent over the bar while men sodomized me with beer bottles, pool sticks, cocks and fists. Pretty sure I passed out at some point, but that didn’t stop their fun. Why should it? A submissive whore doesn’t need to give consent, she is up for grabs.  I woke up in the alley behind the bar. I was appropriately dumped by the garbage bin. Trash and broken glass all around me. It was raining. I was cold and wet. Oh, and naked. My clothes likely left in the bar. I guess they couldn’t wake me come closing time, so the bartender discarded me like trash. I could feel my asshole  had popped out. That is the calling card of an anal sex whore. I live nearby, so I crawled home naked and cold.  Took a hot bath and tried to piece together the night.

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I killed her with my bare hands

snuff phone sexShe was young and weak, I didn’t even have the little bitch tied up because she was such easy prey for me. She struggled against me but that didn’t matter, my hands stayed strong around her neck, there was no fucking way that she was going to break my grip. I could see her her face turning red and her eyes rolled back in her head, she was struggling to breathe but there was no air getting to her lungs. It was turning me on to see her suffer like that, my pussy was dripping, I wanted to cum so bad but she had to die before I could! I squeezed harder and harder and watched her face turn blue and with a final spasm she finally died. God I came so fucking hard when I saw the life leave her eyes! It was so intense to be that hands on!

Taboo Phone Sex: I Spread Holiday Fear, Not Cheer

taboo phone sexWhat are your taboo phone sex fantasies? I consider myself a sick therapist of sorts. I help men explore their dark desires. The ones that could get them arrested or committed to an insane asylum; maybe even killed. The holidays are lonely times for losers. You will not get a sympathetic ear if you call me crying about nobody loving you or whining about how awful your life turned out. I will, however, be likely to encourage you to off yourself or at the very least let me kill you. The holidays fill you with sadness, but they fill me with murderous rage. I am easily pissed off as it is, but you add crowds, holiday cheer and shopping to the mix and I want to get a semi automatic gun and unleash on a mall full of self absorbed assholes. Instead, I  take my rage out on you. The pathetic loser who calls me baby or asks me what I am wearing in a futile attempt to bond. I don’t bond. I kill. I can smell fear and desperation through the phone. It gives me a girl hard on because I like to fuck up losers who think I give a crap about them. I don’t have a lonely hearts phone sex line. I have a snuff sex line. It is very therapeutic to kill you. I bet it would be therapeutic for you to die too. I clearly need to kill and maim more, because I flew in a rage over one of those annoying Salvation Army dudes ringing his damn bell. I kicked him in the balls and shoved his bell up his ass while a crowd gathered by and watched. Why? Because the sight of one of those mother fuckers is just a reminder that it’s fucking Christmas. I hate Christmas. Want to find some little soul or annoying twat waffle and spread fear instead of cheer with me?

Snuff sex for the little bitch

snuff sexSnuff sex is what this little bitch is going to get, she isn’t aware of that little fact yet though. She thinks that she is here to film some hardcore bdsm so she didn’t resist at all when we were binding her up in all these ropes, she was even laughing and giggling like she was having the best time ever! Her attitude didn’t really start to change until we started to beat her, she told us her list of no’s before we started, no whipping, no making her bleed, no permanent marks on her skin, etc, etc… well we of course, ignored all of that. The first thing I pulled out was the whip and I lashed that fucking whore until the blood was running down her back in streams! She was screaming and begging for us to stop… that’s when I told her that we weren’t going to be stopping because this was a snuff film that was going to end in her death. Oh boy, she did NOT like that information at all! Whatever, it’s not like she really had a choice at that point, we just used her how we wanted until we used her up!

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I became a mans victim and have been trapped with him for a week now. He tells me that he loves making Molotov cocktails. I never knew what that was. He told me he has been eyeing the girl across the street. If I get her to come over here, then he will show me what it is and not do it to me. I of course take him up on that. He is very violent. I do not want to upset him.

I convince the girl to come over here. She gets here and the guy tapes her mouth up and the rest of her body. He drives to a gas station and spreads her ass and pussy. He starts pouring all the gas into her. He then plugs her up once he thinks she is full. She looks like she is going to explode, literally. We drive out to the middle of no where.

He lights her hair on fire and within minutes. BOOM. Her blood, guts, bones, and organs are everywhere. I can not believe he did that.

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I wake up still tied to the bed. I’m nausous and My head is very fuzzy. Did I see those fangs for real or was it just the blood loss causing me to hallucinate. It can’t be true. I wouldn’t be alive. The mistress comes into the room. She unties my wrist. They are bruised and sore. I rub them as I asked what happened. She just shrugs her shoulders throws me a dress and leaves. I untie my legs and go to the bathroom. I shower and shave. I slip on the dress. It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen a red silk dress in real life. It fits as if it was made for me. I lay my damp hair around my face and apply my makeup. My hair drys straight and I look gorgeous! I sit in the velvet chair next to the bed. My new master walks in. He smiles softly at me. I can’t get a read on this man. He tells me I look so delicious. No, that’s not weird at all. Maybe the fangs are real. He tells me he won’t tie me up if I’m a good girl. I agree to be good. He brings in dinner and feeds me. It’s amazing food and I was starving. He tells me to lay on the bed. I lay down as he positions himself between my legs… my heart is pumping profusely. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. He cuts my leg. Ouch! I can feel the blood running out. He starts to lick on it. The pain is throbbing up my leg. Then it stops. I look down. The cut is gone. What the fuck is going on. He licks the blood off his face. Then he spreads open my pussy lips…….(to be continued)

Bondage Phone Sex Whore

bondage phone sexDo you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed.  It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat.  Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.

Torture Sex Whore

torture sexTorture sex is all I am good for apparently. I stopped by to see my drug dealer, well one of them at least. I have a few. He was all fucked up on some new pure cocaine. He was acting all erratic. Scared me actually. I was hoping to pay him and get on my way, but he had other plans for me. He grabbed my red mane and dragged me down his basement stairs. From there he preceded to string me up to a beam in his basement. It was all set of with BDSM equipment. He had no idea I was coming over, so I was not the first girl in his little torture palace. I am sure I would not be the last one. I had no clue why he was acting so aggressive with me. I didn’t even owe him money. Not yet at least. I think it was the drugs bringing out his nasty side. He is a mean son of a bitch by nature, but normally this bad. My arms were stretched over my head. My feet barely touching the floor. I was in pain from hanging just inches off the floor. I begged for him to let me go. I said he could fuck me all he wanted. That held no appeal to him. He wanted to hurt me for entertainment. He started with a whip. A big long leather whip that tore through my flesh. As blood tricked down my body, I saw him get out a big scary looking cattle prod. I gasped in fear. Rightfully so too. He shoved the cattle pound up my ass. It was not turned on, but I knew it was like a sick version of Russian Roulette. I would not know when or for how long, but he would turn it on while it was up my ass. A few minutes of ass rape porn with a cattle prod then it was pure torture when he turned it on. I shit and pissed myself. I prayed that I would pass out. Luckily, my wish was granted. I woke up covered in my own piss and shit with a note on a bag of cocaine that said, “You earned this bitch.” Damn right I did. It may have been a lot of pain and humiliation, but I got free coke. Silver linings.