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Ass Rape Porn with Cassandra: Wanna Play Russian Anal Roulette?

ass rape porn big tits cum whoreOne of my Master’s is obsessed with my  ass. He loves rough anal sex, anal torture and anal training. But now, he has decided to pimp my ass out to men for money. Let them stick whatever they want in my ass, no matter how big or dangerous so he can film it. There is a new genre of porn called ass rape porn, and I am his private model. I had to let several guys violate my ass yesterday while he got his jollies watching. One guy was one of the most sadistic fucks I have ever encountered. Fucked my ass with a gun.  He called it Russian Anal Roulette. Every time he crammed that gun in my raw rosebud he pulled the trigger. I was crying and so scared. There was one bullet in the gun. He would fuck my ass hard for 5 minutes, pull the trigger, then pull the gun out, make me suck it clean, then spin the cylinder, cram it back in my ass and do it all over again. He did this 5 times. I am lucky, because certainly the 6th time would have snuffed my life out.

ass rape porn sadisticHe was playing a game of chance with my life and Master let him. He fucked my ass so hard it prolapsed. Master thought this was great  for ass rape porn. In fact after my harrowing game of Russian Anal Roulette, he made me fuck that sadistic fuck. Told me his cock could push my ass back inside where it belonged. More men came to fuck the anal whore. Baseball bats, cocks, a gun, dildos, fists, various foreign objects all violated my ass. By the time Master was done filming me being anally tortured, my asshole gaped open so wide you could see China.

I still cannot sit right. I feel like my asshole has been stretched beyond repair. It’s pretty much eviscerated. Bloody, swollen , raw and gaping open. As Master says, the perfect product of ass rape porn. He plans on violating my ass even more next time.

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Ass Rape Porn Shoot

When you turned the lights up in the dungeon, I should have known something was up. You seemed far too excited for your usual torture on us whore slaves. Then I saw it. You had a video camera, and set it up on a tripod facing the steel table in the center of the room. The hot lights were blazing on the steel, and it looked like a sick and demented movie set out of a horror film. You spent an hour getting the lights and angle on the camera just right, and us girls watched helplessly wondering what you had planned.

You dragged me from my cell and said you had a new client that wanted some ass rape porn. He had a paid a pretty penny and you were going to make sure he got his money’s worth. My ass clenched just at the thought of what you are capable of, but my pussy got wet just the same. You positioned me on the table with my ass up in the air, and the lights blazing down on my tight little asshole.  You wheeled over a table of tools, plenty of which would be perfect for the job at hand. A quick glimpse and I saw a baseball bat, a crowbar and even a broken beer bottle.

You turned on the camera and I heard some of the girls start begging you to stop. They weren’t used to the pain you inflict, and they knew the more I took, the more they would face themselves. I put my face down, and displayed my ass for you and your camera. I felt the cold metal of the crowbar sliding up and down my ass cheeks, and I knew it would be your first weapon of choice for your ass rape porn movie. I bit my own tongue to prepare for the pain, and you shoved it in without any mercy.

I felt my insides tear apart as it cut up through my pussy and into my uterus. You turned it as you would on a lugnut, and I felt my womanhood get ripped to shreds. Then you yanked it out and finally got a scream out of me. I am usually such a good slave, but you were on a mission, and what kind of movie would it be if the pathetic whore didn’t scream?

Watch Me Hunt

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Watch Me Hunt

When you come home from work you find me in the kitchen laying out my tools…my cell phone, three chloroform soaked rags in plastic baggies, a couple roofies, an opaque sack bag, duct tape.  “Hunting again?  So soon?  You just went last week.”  I nod and give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth.  “I know but this is the best time of year.  They are all out in masses and distracted.  I’ll take a break after Christmas. Can you clean out cage 6 for me while I’m gone?”

You don’t usually try to stop me or disapprove of what I bring home to us; Young, pretty girls at the peak of their beauty and health for us to play with and discover the limits of our humanity with (spoiler alert, we don’t seem to have many limits).  We have a few cages in the subbasement that you call “The Barn”, eight of them.  Right now only five of those cages are occupied and by the end of this weekend we will only have three left.  You don’t like it when we have too many girls, but I like having options.  Some nights I feel like Asian, school girl, waitress, drunk data entry temp that got separated from the bachelorette party she was enjoying, ect.   Before I leave I suggest you work on Girl 2, a cute whimpering nursing assistant that begs us to stop in the sweetest of voices, like a hurt little doll.  She’s still has too much spirit and needs it broken, her meat has to be tenderized.

While you watch me get dressed in my hunting clothes; nice but non descriptive little black dress, blonde wig, stylish boots that I’ve had customized with a steel toe, and my “poison” ring with the powdered roofies, you get a loving and appreciative look in your eyes.  “I would like to follow you one night.  Watch you hunt.  See how you do this.”  I giggle and jump into your arms “Really?  You want to watch me hunt?  Stalk the hunter if you will?”

You walk me to my van, with tinted windows and built in hidden floor compartment large enough to hold three human beings.  “So Girl 2, what should I do with her while you are gone?” you ask as I toss my duffle bag in the passenger seat.  “Well if you don’t want to work on her tonight then can you make a few more accounts for me on Tinder so I can start prospecting,” I get in the van and start it up.  “Actually I want you and I to both play with Girl 2 together when you get home and we prep the new girl you bring home.  But I’ll give her a quick cleaning and feeding, and then tie her to the guest bed.” You give me one more kiss good bye and I head out.  I’m so lucky to have a man like you support my hunting habits!

 

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Tricked By You

My doorbell rang and when I answered, there was nothing but a vase of flowers and a note. The note said to meet you at an address I had never heard of. I know you have been watching me for some time now, but this is the first communication you have really made, other than the late night phone calls where you say nothing.  I decided to go, even though my gut was telling me I shouldn’t. But I had to know who you were and what was going on, and the flowers seemed nice, so I went.

The address was an old run down building, but I wasn’t scared because it was daylight, so I got out of my car and tried to find an open door. The back door was cracked, so I went inside. It was musty and no electricity seemed to be on. I called out, “hello?” and no one answered. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I somehow knew you were there. Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and your arm around my neck. I started kicking, but was unable to scream. That is all I remember until waking up just now, tied up, with you standing above me.

You are not what I expected, and even though I am scared, my pussy begins to throb because I know exactly what you want to do to me. I can see your hard cock through your jeans and my clothes have already been ripped. Had you already done things to me while I was passed out? I had no idea, but it felt that way. Now that I was awake, you grabbed me by the hair and shoved your cock in my mouth and told me to suck it. I did as I was told, terrified, but secretly loving how hard you were.

Then you threw me over on my side, and the way I was tied I couldn’t even move or try to stop you. You began slapping my ass so hard that it felt like I was bleeding. You spanked my tight ass for at least 20 minutes before shoving your cock deep inside my dripping wet cunt. You told me what a stupid whore I was for coming today, and I knew you were right.  I tried to tell you I wouldn’t tell anyone if you let me go, but you weren’t listening. The way you were fucking me, I know you have no intention of ever letting me go.

Bad Girl Again

I tried to clean the house like you said, but its never good enough. And I know I am going to be beaten anyway, so today I decided to really try to get back at you. I was washing the dishes, and decided to leave one dirty plate in the sink. I knew it would make you furious, and I love the pain you inflict on me so much that I just couldn’t stop myself. I waited for you to get home, watched as you checked the shelves for dust. Then you spotted it – the one dish in the sink.

You walked over, and picked it up, almost in disbelief. You turned around towards me holding it in your hand. The fury in your eyes was so intense that my pussy began to tingle at the mere thought of what you were going to do. You walked over and grabbed me by the hair and made me lick the dirty garbage off the dish with my tongue. Telling me what a dirty fucking cumwhore I was and that I was going to pay for my insolence.  I licked the slime from the plate and then you dragged me to couch and tied me up.

You picked the plate back up, and began beating me with it until it broke into pieces. The bruises on my face and arms were throbbing, but my pussy was still wet. I am a pathetic waste of space, and I know you need me for your stress relief. Once the plate broke, you took a shard of the porcelain and began slicing into my bare chest with it. You pressed hard enough so that I bled, and you scratched the words “filthy whore” over my tits. The pain release was incredible, and I loved every pull of the jagged plate edge.

Once you had finished your writing, you took your cock out, dragged it through my fresh blood, and than began fucking my mouth. You fucked my face so hard I couldn’t breath, and your cock was covered in my fresh blood, making it taste coppery and so delicious. You were screaming at me that I will obey you from now on, and that I will be a good slave or else. I came down my legs as you came down my throat. I think tomorrow I will fold your socks the wrong way and wait in anticipation of your hard hands until you find them….

One of my favorite memories

taboo phone sex toni Thanksgiving is boring so I skipped it entirely. Instead I spent the day drinking, smoking, and reflecting on good times from my past. One memory that really stuck out was with my friend Sam. When we entered high school she became such a nasty cunt that by the beginning of our senior year I couldn’t tolerate anymore, something had to be done. I invited her to my house for a weekend sleep over. She accepted my invitation, probably only because of the tree house in my backyard. It was very secluded, hidden behind a very thick layer of trees. It wasn’t your typical tree house and I knew that’s what interested Sam the most. Of course it looked normal from the outside, but inside it was fully loaded. There was TV, cable, games, food, and drinks. My parents never cared much if I drank so they never hid their alcohol from me.

When Sam arrived we went straight to my tree house. I made us drinks and we watched TV for awhile. Then, that stupid little bitch starting running her mouth. She said the way that I dress and behaved was damaging her reputation. I let her ramble on about how people were teasing her for being my friend and how I needed to change. Once I’d had enough I got up and pretended I was making more drinks, but I had something a lot more fun in mind. My Dad kept a hammer in the tool drawer and while Sam blabbed on I managed to grab it without her noticing. The stupid slut made it too easy, she never saw it coming. One quick blow to the head and the torment was over for me, but hers was just beginning.

That entire weekend she was my little toy to experiment with. That blow to the head really changed her attitude. While she passed out I gagged her so no one could hear her screaming, I didn’t want our party to be interrupted. To start, I put my cigarette out on her naked thigh. I could tell she was starting to panic, but all I could was laugh. I kicked her, spit on her, and beat her with everything and in every way imaginable. When I was through with Sam she was laying in a puddle of her own blood with her face caved in. I didn’t even have to clean up the mess. All it took was one phone call and my actual friend Ray came over to help with everything.

The tree house was spotless before the sun came up and Sam was long gone. There was a missing persons report, it became old news fast. No one ever suspected me, they actually felt sorry for me because they thought I lost a friend! Obviously, I enjoyed every second of it. Even looking back now I have a smile on my face.

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Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Holiday Slaves

domination phone sex big tits submissiveMy master had me and another one of his slaves over for an early Thanksgiving dinner. We thought we were going to be having dinner with him. He had other plans. There were other men there from his office. He was having an early holiday party/Thanksgiving dinner. We were there as slaves in every sense of the word. After I served everyone dinner, I had to be the centerpiece on the table. At first I thought this was not any big deal. Lay there naked and look pretty. I was there for the men to use. Some fucked me while the others ate. I was both an appetizer and desert to some of his guests.  To others I was a toilet.  They would piss in my mouth and then put the ball gag back in my mouth so I could not spit out the piss. Some used me as a garbage disposal. Cleaning their plates off in my mouth, forcing me to eat what they didn’t want. A few even shoved turkey bones up my cunt.

My fellow slave suffered the same humiliation at the other table. After dinner, the men were more drunk and twisted. One guy said we were dirty birds and should be stuffed accordingly. They stuffed us first with cocks. Then with fists. A few stuffed us with kitchen cutlery. Master, however, stuffed us with fire pokers. Hot ones too. It felt like the inside of my pussy was being branded. In fact, Master said now everyone would know I belonged to him. He branded my worthless cervix. The pain was excruciating. Master is normally not this dominate, but I think he was putting on a show for his friends. Trying to look like a total bad ass.

domination phone sex bondage snuffMy fellow slave got branded up her worthless ass. She called him out. I know better than to talk back to a Master.  I had to pay for her disobedience. We got the crap beat out us. All the guys got to throw a punch to our faces and bellies. We were covered in bruises and blood. We were slumped on the  floor when they started pissing on us too. I was only half lucid, but I remember what came next. Master had a few guys drag us to the back yard, naked in the cold. He threw us together in a coffin and buried us in the back yard like a little boy buries a jar of pennies. We were together, scared, cold, in pain, in that coffin for a day before Master dug us up. I was grateful to be alive. My fellow slave was not so lucky. I wanted to be sad, but she was weak. She did not know how to be a good slave. If you are my master, I promise I will never talk back. You can do whatever you want to me and I will never complain.  Good slaves are meant to be abused not heard.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Brought to Life

I trusted you, and you tricked me! You said you would pay me to come over and take care of you while you had the flu. I should have known when I opened the door, and you looked fine, that something was up. I only agreed to do it as a favor to my parents, and you are supposed to be my dad’s best friend. You always scared me a little, the way you would follow me around at family parties, and I would catch you staring at me from across the room. I knew, even way back then, that there was something not good about the way you stared.

How long have you been planning this? Weeks? Months? You shut the door behind me and lock it as you shove me back against it and tell me that tonight I belong to you. Your hand goes up my shirt and twists my tiny nipple so hard it feels like its bleeding. I am so shocked I can’t even scream or try to get away. You grab me by my hair and drag me to the couch. All I can do is beg you to let me go, and promise not to tell my dad. You don’t listen at all, and tie a gag around my mouth.

You say that you’re going to live out your rape phone sex fantasies with me tonight. That you’ve been talking to a girl on the phone and you know exactly what you’re going to do to me. She told you how and why, and now you are going to play it out with me. You wrap my wrists tight in rope and I can’t believe you are going to take my body against my will. I know I am a worthless little cumslut, but I don’t deserve this. I would have let you take me if you would have asked, but that’s not what you want.

You need to dominate me and my pussy and show me how useless I am because I am a girl. You spit in my face, and continue to twist my nipples. Despite knowing what is coming, my cunt is wet with excitement. You pull my panties to the side and thrust your cock so hard inside me that I yelp through the gag. As you fuck me, you slap me so hard I see stars and can barely remain alert. I can taste blood in my mouth and see the crazy in your eyes as you pound away at my tight pussy. And you just keep saying over and over that I belong to you tonight….

An Introduction To Torture Sex

Torture sexIt takes a certain mind set to be aroused by Torture Sex.  There are so many lovely, erotic, brutal things which fall within this type of “Fetish”.  Dependent upon the level of pain your partner can take, and their definition of torture you can open up a whole new world for them.  Imagine if you will the following:

You have had her tied up for hours when the norm calls for twenty minutes max as not to cause nerve damage.  You have found a way around this BDSM golden rule by changing her position a few times without saying a single word to her while yanking her into position.  At last you come into the room and her body is trembling.  All the muscles are constantly spasming which causes her great discomfort, but you do not want discomfort, you want to have your Torture fun.  You walk toward her as you are angry and brandish the dagger.

She tells you to stop fucking around, you haul off and back hand her.  She starts to swear at you. Your reply to her vulgar words is to lay the length of the cold steel of the blade against her lips until she shuts up.  You put the knife down and she starts to cry.  You smile to yourself as you get the fucking machine ready.  She sobs and as you grab the knife she starts to scream, you slice through her binds, grab her hair and pull her across the floor until she is in the position with her asshole exposed to the tip of the enormous dildo on the end of the machine.

You squat down and raise a finger to your lips as you reach over her to turn it on.  Her mouth flies open while she tries to move forward from the violent penetration of her virgin ass.  You hold her face in your hands so that you can watch every single tear roll down her cheek.  You put a posture collar round her soft neck, thread rope through the D ring and tether her in place. 

You go out of the room for a moment to get the bull whip that you have been practicing with for the past month without her knowledge.  You say in a firm voice, “Tell me what you are!”  She says nothing.  You crack the whip against the curvature of her ass, the welt appears immediately.  You repeat your demand.  She whimpers.  You send another searing crack of the bull whip against her tender flesh.  This goes on until she answers you but you do not stop assaulting her tender flesh with your weapon.

With your cock hard as a rock you quickly turn off the fucking machine, getting behind her you shove your cock into her wet pussy.  You unbuckle the the posture collar so that you can place your strong fingers around her neck.  As you choke her harder and harder you both cum. 

Doesn’t all that sound lovely?  I know it does.  Now it is just a matter of dating the right woman who would allow you do this, or better yet, just pick someone at random.  That way it will not matter if they will allow it or not, after all it is all about your pleasure, not theirs.

Deadly Online Seduction

I was goofing around on the internet and started chatting with this guy. I was drinking a little too much and feeling pretty frisky, so I started teasing the fuck out of him. I sent him a couple naked photos of me and he sent some back. He had a huge cock and told me he liked it “rough”. I figured I could say anything from behind my keyboard, so I told him I liked it even more rough. We chatted back and forth online for a couple hours.

My buzz got stronger and I got braver so when he asked me to skype with him, I said okay. I took off my panties and gave him a teasing dirty show of my pussy I was sure he would never forget. I was laughing because I knew I had this guy so fucking worked up and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Little did I know, I had given him enough info to figure out my IP address… and therefore my address. I finally told him I was going to sleep and signed off, thinking nothing off it. I was sure the guy would be whacking off all night after the teasing he endured.

An hour later, there was a knock on my door, and before I could even get to it, it flung open. It was the guy from the computer! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t even speak, and I realized he was carrying rope and a knife. My blood ran cold, and he attacked me without hesitation. He had me tied up, legs spread, in some crazy position, telling me that he didn’t like when pretty girls tease him. I tried to apologize, but he wasn’t listening. 

He told me he was going to show me what “rough” really means, and as he fucked me, he pulled the knife out and began to stick me with it. I started screaming and even though my pussy was wet and hot from his hard pumping cock, I was terrfied. I was bleeding from several stab wounds on my chest and stomach, and right before he came, he put the knife against my throat. My last attempt at a scream was cut short by the blade, as it tore through my voicebox….