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Gangbang Rape Porn at a Frat House
Gangbang rape porn was not on my agenda last night. Actually, I was not looking for trouble. I was not even looking for drugs. For once, my supply was solid, and I didn’t need to put myself at risk to score. Trouble has a habit of finding me, however. I went out last night for a jog. I was high and full of energy. There is a college campus near my home, so I often jog around there because it is safer. Not last night. I went by a frat house, heard the whistles and lewd comments then something struck me in the head. A rock I think. It’s vague, but I believe someone tossed a rock at the back of my head, which made me stumble and some frat boys took me into their house. Originally, I thought they were being nice. I quickly learned that one of the guys threw the rock. They tied me up after they stripped me naked. They called me a cock teasing whore and a litany of other things. These college boys cared nothing about me or what they were about to do. I tried pleading with them as a mother since I was the right age to be any one of their mothers. That made things worse. They all had rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. I just tried to go to a happy place while they savagely forced their cocks in my ass and pussy, many times 2 to 3 dicks in a hole at once. They were savages. Slapping me around, spitting on me and fisting my fuck holes too. I thought they were nice young men, but they were no better than the dealers who pimp me out and abuse me, so I can get some blow. After a few hours, they grew bored with me. My clothes were shredded. I had to do a walk of shame from the frat house to my home. I was naked and covered in cum. No one stopped to help me. I think they just saw me as a strung out whore.
I Love Bloody Phone Sex
I live for bloody phone sex. I don’t just kill a person, I mutilate their body and exsanguinate the body. I am a gore whore. My friends think I am a vampire wannabe because I drink blood. They don’t know the half of it. A have a few goth friends I confide in, but they think I just have dark fantasies. They don’t realize that I mostly have dark realities because killing is my favorite pastime. This little millennial bitch cut in front of me in line at a coffee house. She informed me I don’t matter, so I could wait. I was stabbing her with my eyes in line for an overpriced coffee. I made note of her license plate because once you have that, a home address is not hard to find, especially when you have a friend at the DMV. That little cunt just had her last Frappuccino. I broke into her house early in the morning. Of course, she lived in the suburbs in a trendy artsy community. A grizzly murder and home invasion would rock this community. I woke up because I wanted her to see me kill her. I wanted her to feel her death. Normally, I would have a male accomplice to help me. He could explore his rape fantasies before she became my snuff porn queen. This bitch was all mine this time. I dragged her skinny ass to her bathroom, muffled her mouth with her panties and hung her upside down from her shower rod. I slit her throat to bleed her out. I sat naked in the tub feeling her hot blood spill on my body and fill my wine glass. I masturbated using her blood as lube, watching the life disappear from her eyes while drinking her warm blood. Who doesn’t matter now, bitch?
Snuff Sex for Drugs
Snuff sex is all I deserve. I know this. I am worthless. I think that is why I gravitate to mean assholes. I am not attracted to men who will treat me well. I have never been with a loving man. I wouldn’t know how to act. My husband just ignores me. I don’t think we say two words to each other a day. He has his whores and I have my masters. He said to me once that he was just waiting for the call that I was dead. I know he thinks my lifestyle is risky. He won’t give me drug money, so my lifestyle is his fault when you think about it. I need drugs to function. With no money and used up holes, that leads to bad decisions. Many bad decisions like placing ads on fetish sites to be used for money. Tom was happy to pay me for his kinky desires. Tom has a mean streak that he told me he couldn’t explore with a girlfriend or a wife. Since I was a whore, he was happy to pay me to do the things he can’t with most women. He put a collar around my neck and made sure I knew I was his sex slave. He choked me, slapped me, kicked me, even flicked his cigar ashes on me. He called me names, beat me and pissed on me too. He said his cock had never been so hard. I had to wonder if my cunt had ever been so wet.
Torture Sex After Party
Torture sex is the only sex I get, he informed me. I had passed out at a party. It wasn’t a freaky S & M party, but the private party afterward certainly was a kinky nightmare for me. I woke up suspended from a rafter in the great room stripped naked. It was like a bad slumber party from my youth. If you fell asleep first the other girls put your hands in water, so you would pee your sleeping bag. I got too drunk, passed out and became the host’s sex slave. He had an array of scary BDSM equipment hanging from the wall. It was like he was just waiting patiently for a whore like me to get way too drunk. First came the nipple clamps. Second, came the whipping and flogging. He used a switch first but found he liked his leather belt the most because it welted my skin. The more I cried or begged to be released, the harder he whipped me. He focused on my tits for a solid hour it felt like. My big fake funbags grew a size from the swelling. He enjoyed making my tits inflamed. Just when I thought he was done because his arms seemed tired, the abuse took a turn for the worse. He invited his party guests to take turns whipping and punching me. Men and women slut shamed me and took turns abusing my body. One guy punched me so hard, he popped a saline bag. I guess I know now never to pass out at a party. My body looks like I had snuff sex all night. I am black and blue, even purple and red. I am covered in welts and I have lopsided tits. Just a day in the life of a submissive whore.
Knife Play Tonight
My fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.
Satisfaction
The smell of my own blood dripping down my flesh makes my cunt quiver. That tingling feeling I get inside when a sharp cold to the touch steal knife presses against my flesh then slowly cuts into my skin. Feeling that surge of pain rush thru my entire body. My cunt soaks with each strike of the knife. I know that my moans give me away. The excitement in my eyes as I take a lick of my own blood. I watch in awe as the knife plays and teases my flesh. Sinking into my flesh like the knife knowing exactly where to cut. My body going numb. My head getting light headed. My cunt wanting to explode everywhere. It is an incredible sensation that you must experience to understand the satisfaction in it all.
A Hard Fuck
He wanted me to take it in the ass like a fucking trash tramp whore, he threw me on the bed, Alex is a fucking maniac. What am I supposed to do when he ran his cock into my ass tore my clothes off of my body forces my head down on the bed that’s just the nice stuff. Last night he was more than brutal he was unbelievable, he put his entire fist in my asshole and he fucked me with his fist ramming it in and out over and over until there was blood. He’s a dragon a fire breathing perverted 13 inch cock dragon. Everything that he does is over the top the chains, the mouth muzzles, the whips and that leather belt he uses all of them he loves it. Every time I scream out it makes him throb it makes his cock pulsate and vibrate while it’s penetrating me as hard as possible. Alex loves to pull my fucking hair and choke me you don’t know it’s horrible and I love it.
Fuck Me, Snuff Me
I’m not much use to you. The only thing valuable of me to you is my 3 fuckholes that make your dick throb. However you have such a wonderful and creative mind, you know you don’t have to restrict yourself to just 3 holes on my body. You know there are more, or you can make more. You have the tools, sure it might get messy but why do you care if it means you can fill this dumb whores body with your cum. You can spend hours fucking me, making me scream and plead but we both know how this ends. The only way you will be fully satisfied is when body is cold, mangled and every last hold destroyed. What’s it to you, I’m just another fuck whore right?
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
As a woman, I have rape phone sex fantasies too. I am not thinking about men, however. I am thinking of those young tender age girls just like you. That is why I make the best accomplice for you. I don’t have some silly hos before bros code. I hate most women. The younger they are the more I hate them. Young sluts are perfect for us. I can kill them, and you can have your sexual fun with them before that. Earlier in the week, I met Ed at the mall. I was watching him watching the young sluts cock tease the dirty old perverts at the mall. I told him I could make his P dreams cum true. He was salivating at the thought of force fucking a young piece of meat. She was hot like a little beauty queen. I wanted to do very bad things to her too. In fact, I did. After Ed ruined her little pussy, I destroyed it further. I slipped on my special strap-on designed for tender age cunts to ensure that if they survive the torture sex somehow that they are never able to breed. It has razor blades attached all over the dildo part. I really tore up her little cunt. Blood and sinew were falling out of her. She was screaming and crying then she went into shock. I slapped her awake because I wanted to fuck her longer. Ed was hard again, so I let him sink his P cock into her shredded bloody cunt. He said her hot red blood felt great oozing on his cock. We fucked the little thing until there was barely any flesh left on her body. The condition we left her in made it easy to dispose of her tiny body. I told you, I am a great accomplice.











