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Finding My Way Into A XXX Snuff Porn

Snuff phone sexI received the phone call to show up at an auction from one of my long time friends.  I was so very excited because buying nice shit from auctions is one of my personal passions.  Always the slut I dressed for the occasion.  You never know when you might meet a guy who wants to take you home and use you the way a woman should be used.  That means, left bruised, battered, fucked raw and then tossed away like the trash she is.

I arrived and it wasn’t at an auction house, it was a regular house.  This through me so I phoned my friend and asked him for the address again.  He told to just get my stupid blonde ass in the house.  I hung up and walked up to the door.  Before I could even ring the bell the door opened, I was grabbed and yanked inside.  There were many men inside and three other girls.  Not dressed as white trash as me, but still there.

I asked my friend what was going on, he told me to shut up and just go stand with the others.  One by one we were taken downstairs and were told to walk around the tables where the majority of the men were seated.  We were also instructed to not say a word.  The first girl only made it to the third table when she started to cry.  Then she became hysterical and tried to run.  She was quickly grabbed and taken into another room.  I can still hear her screaming in my mind. 

The second girl didn’t make that mistake, she made her way around the room then had pictures taken of her.  It was my turn, I still didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but I knew better then to say anything.  I walked from table to table, it was then that I noticed that each man had an ipad in front of them along with an auction paddle.  I wasn’t going to an auction, I was IN the auction!  I became excited! 

After another hour or so we were all brought back into the room and we each went with a group of different men.  I was taken into one of the upstairs bedrooms that was completely covered in heavy plastic.  The first man came in wearing a hood, then the second and so on and so forth.  I was violated in every way possible.  I didn’t care why they were doing what they were doing, I was enjoying it.  Then I heard a gun shot from somewhere else in the house.  I immediately froze.  One of the men grabbed me and forced my mouth back down onto his bulging cock.  He pulled my hair back and said, “What’s the matter cunt? Haven’t you ever heard of XXX Snuff Porn??”XXX snuff porn

Taking Up Space

Torture phone sexI love abandoned hospitals and asylums.  I hate new ones.  Although there is a lot of heart ache, pain, agony, and death in them, I think people should just fucking die if they are sick.  Why hang on and drive up the cost of everything for those of us whom are healthy, just die already you fucktards. 

I think instead of hospitals humans should do the decent thing and just turn themselves over to be eliminated.  Just think of how wonderful the world would be if we just killed the sick, cull the heard of the dying so to speak.  Health Insurance would come way down, maybe even go away all together.  Over population wouldn’t be an issue, because…killing.    Think of the businesses that would crop up, it would be like going home in that movie Soylent Green but without the biscuits. 

What I would love to do is get an abandoned asylum and just push those fuckers inside.  No food, no water, no care.  Just let them fend for themselves until they just give up the ghost.  Of course it wouldn’t just be them roaming around complaining that they are hungry.  Hell no, what fun would that be…for me.  I think once a month we would have a hunt.  You know, big money, sick minds, and booze.  Sounds like a party to me. 

Can you imagine paying money to kill someone?  And it would be totally legal.  Happiness!  I know this all sounds a lot like “The Purge” but it wouldn’t be, if you cannot pay the funds then you do not get to slaughter, plain and simple.  To make it even more fun and deviant, I think that if there was someone who could actually conjure demons to play with the guests would be great too. Oh, and to make even more money for myself, there could be some sort of reality show about the whole thing. 

What do you think of my idea? The wheels in my head are spinning and I’m getting giddy just thinking about it! VIVA LA TORTURE in all forms!

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Just Another Day

torture phone sex aubreeI can’t believe my luck. It’s been really slow at work the past week or two. I hate being bored. My mind always wonders and gets me into trouble. As usual I was sitting there at my desk thinking about sex. So I pull out my cell phone and start visiting some of my favorite porn sites. My pussy was already wet and aching for some cock. I got into a chat with a really hot guy that said he was into the rough stuff. He wanted to call me so he could hear my voice.
I peered around the office and no one was in sight. So I gave him my number. When my phone rang I nearly jumped out of my chair. He had a sexy deep, gravelly voice and I could hear he was breathing deeply. We agreed to meet after work for drinks. I looked at the clock and it was 4:15. Nearly time to go! I took advantage of the fact that I was alone for a few minutes and rubbed my clit. It was hard and begging for attention. I heard the card reader beep so I had to stop, and cursed under my breath. It was my boss.
I smiled sweetly and he told me that since it was slow I could leave for the day! I was so happy I jumped up and gave him a hug! He laughed at me and told me to go. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed for the parking structure. Where the hell did I park? As I was walking around looking for my car, I felt someone come up behind me. Before I could react he placed his big hand over my mouth pinned my arms behind me. He told me not to scream. I recognized the deep voice – it was my caller!
I was terrified and my heart was racing. He dragged me to a van parked in the structure. The next thing I knew my arms were being tied and a blindfold was taped over my eyes. I was thrown in the back seat and could hear other sounds. There were people in the van! I felt hands groping at me and ripping my clothes off. My pussy was dripping with excitement at the thought of being the center of attention. I heard male voices and zippers being pulled down. My velvety mouth was forced down on someone’s big cock. I took as much of it into my mouth as possible. It was huge and hard and I gagged a bit as he thrust into my throat, balls deep.
While I was bobbing on his cock someone slapped my ass hard. It really stung and I knew there would be a bruise the next day. Someone pulled my legs apart and shoved his dick into my pussy. I groaned and thrust my hips back to receive the full force. What can I say, I am a willing victim? For the next several hours I was repeatedly fucked in all three holes. I was coated in sweat and cum. Finally after I was exhausted and sore, my arms were untied. The blindfold was removed and I was shoved out the door of the van. As the van pulled away someone threw my purse at me. I walked naked to my car and got in and drove home, with a mile wide smile on my face.

Cock Worship

Domination phone sex MonettaI was in and out of conciseness all night. My arms were completely dead from the lack of blood flow up to the limbs, I did not mind, I could tell from the way the chains dug into them that they would hurt extremely bad if I could feel them anyhow. I looked around trying to let my sleepy eyes adjust. I could hear my new basement guest, and he was sobbing I think. Crying, from what seemed like a corner over in the shadows, like a little sissy boy. “Hello?” His voice called out to the unknown in the room. He must have been bagged still. Master loved to pay head games, and boy was he good at it. I could picture the little puke over there in the corner, piss soaked pants, bag on his head, all curled up in the fetal position. I bet he wasn’t so cocky now and I knew this wouldn’t be the worst of what was to come, neither for him or me.
I tried to stand with a little better posture so that my wrist would feel less pressure pulling against them. I stuck my feet firmly against the ground, I had not realized till now I was wearing heals. My knees quivered and I went to bring my legs closer together to help catch myself. The chains that held them made a clanging noise as to poke fun at me. Bag boy in the corner could hear me moving and shouted loudly like a little girl. I yelled at him to stop making that much racket or we would both get it. He just mumbled to himself silently.
It was then that I could hear the door open. The large metal door was solid and hard to move if you were emaciated at all. This door, to this chamber was actually located in the back of his closet in his gigantic bedroom behind a false wall.Sadistic phone sex monetta There were two basements, one that company saw and one where he tortured his victims. It was windowless, soundproofed and not included on any floor plans, his perfect little haven. He came down the stair from behind me, I could hear his footsteps as they got closer to me.
I whimpered at the sudden sting against my bare ass, I knew that sound that broke through the wind, it was his favorite switch. It was small and thin and resembled a twig. With all its sturdiness it never broke as he whipped me and was sure to leave large whelps with deep bruising. I could never understand how something so small could do so much damage against my white skin. Tears welled into my eyes, and I let out little whimpers in exhale with every swat. He eventually walked to the front of me, I kept my eyes to his feet. He did not say a word, just released the shackles that contained my dead hands. I fell straight to the ground on my full weight. Almost immediately I was met with a rough kick to my stomach. I let out an ‘OOPH’ as all the air left my body. I laid there against the cold concrete, feeling its cooling touch against my soar ass.
Leaning over me he took my throat into his massive hands and jerked me up. He was so rough, so strong; I laid dead weight choking in his grip till he threw me forward onto my belly. Master walked over and sat into a chair. He commanded me to crawl over to him like the useless cunt I was. He put me into a bind and chains. He hoisted my leg up so he could see my twat. He ordered me to worship his cock, to do my cum bucket duties. I did. I really worship his cock too, I was his and I craved it. I opened my mouth as I jerked for him. If I slowed he swatted me with the switch onto my cunt. He came into my mouth, he always tasted so good. I thanked him for the taste of his beautiful jizz. He reminded me that was my one meal for the day, and I thanked him again for his sustenance. He fed me at least and for that I was grateful. I knew this was not the last of our encounters down here and I knew that it was going to get much much worse. I cried as he went up the stairs, leaving me where I was, and turning off the light. I cried and bitch boy cried with me. It was a symphony to Master’s ears I am sure.Torture phone sex monetta

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violent phone sex maceyIt has been a while since I  have had my raped fantasy fulfilled, being forced into submission.
I would be a liar if I said it didn’t get me hot! When you pulled up and forced me into your car, I knew I was going to get what I deserved. I pretended to put up a fight, kicking and sobbing as you yanked my hair and slamming me against the car.
I knew I had to act like I didn’t like it, like the abuse didn’t make cunt ache and twitch with anticipation. But I did not realize how far you were going to go!
I tried to hide my smile as you strapped me down with my ass propped up, ready for you to shove your huge cock deep inside that tight hole. I had no idea that you had other plans.
I felt you slide that cold steel hook deep into my ass. I knew if I moved at all, it would tear my fuck hole wide open!
It hurt like hell and I loved every second of it! I could tell you were growing angry with me! You were going to wipe the smile right off my face!. As you ripped into my mouth, with every thrust, you forced my entire body back, driving that steel hook in and out. I cried in pain as you demanded I tell you what a filthy whore I am, I tried, I wanted to do what you asked, but I couldn’t talk with your huge rod filling my mouth. When all I could do is choke out a few screams, you stopped and slapped the cum out of my mouth. The sting of your hand on my tear soaked cheek was a welcome relief.
I tried to catch my breath as I cried, I am a filthy whore! Please! I love being your cum slut!
My face was beaten and my eyes were almost swollen closed. I heard you walk away and close the door behind you.
You left me strapped in with the hook still deep inside my bleeding ass. I knew you weren’t finished. I knew you would be back.
All I could do is lay there and wait for what came next.

Master has a new Sadistic game for us PT 2

Domination phone sex MonettaThe look on his face as he entered through the doorway sent shivers down my spine. He was so cocky, so sure that he was going to taste Master’s property. I flashed a seductive look to him, and quickly changed my glance to the menacing figure that stood behind him. His tall and built body moved with such grace that it made the hairs on my arms stand at attention as to get closer to him. By the time the poor little sissy boy realized someone stood next to him, this mysterious figure already inside, it was too late. And with one whack across the useless dick dribble’s head he was down for the count. I squealed for joy as I helped Master drag him the rest of the way in, and closed the door behind us. I jumped on my tiptoes and clapped my hands together in excitement quickly thrusting my arms out to embrace Master in a hug.
THUAP.
My face was met with the cold familiar sting of Master’s fist into my cheek bones. I sat on the floor startled by the reaction I just received from him. Rubbing the sore spot I whimpered and averted all eye contact. I had upset him it was clear, and for that I would surely be sorry alongside the passed-out piss ant that lay on out living room floor. I sat against the wall whimpering like a sad little puppy my knees pulled too my chest. I could feel his anger radiating from his body, it made me cold. I felt the sting as he suddenly reached between my legs and grabbed my bare clit hard pinching tightly between his fingers. I let out a loud yelp and jerked swiftly my back hitting the wall I was already against.
“Little fucking slut”
His hoarse voice spoke with such fierceness. I was startled I had not seen this side of my Master in so long. I knew I had been bad, real bad and now I was going to pay for it. I was going to pay in ways that I had never imagined. I thought it was bad before, I prayed for help. I have a feeling I will only be praying for the sweet release of death now.
“How dare you skate you fucking skanky cunt, MY CUNT around bare for this chump to see.”
I was confused I thought that was point of the game. I thought that was my job was to wrangle in a piece of man meat for Master to abuse. I thought that is what he wanted me to do, I thought I was doing a good job.
“But…I thought…”I whimpered.
He smacked me across the face and than took his hands into my hair and jerked my neck up to meet his face. He was so angry, and that terrified me. Was I going to go back to the days when I wished for death to visit me in any form.
“That is your first problem you fucking whore, nobody asked you to think. You have a useless mind why the fuck would anybody need it messing everything up trying to think. You piss me off so much.”
He punched me hard and I blacked out.
When I woke up it was to a familiar place that I had feared. I was chained up in the basement, a place I thought I would never have to see again. It smelled of dried blood and mildew. It was always cold down here, the cold air made my lungs ache. I had no clothes on and my arms and legs were spread far apart. I was not ready for this again, and tears swelled into the corners of my eyes. I was in the torture chamber. Not too far away from me was the puke I picked up from the park. I felt kind of bad now that he was going to have to go through this. We would together. I was so scared my heart raced so fast. I passed back out. I hoped I never woke back up.Rape phone sex fantasies

Exsanguinating the Worthless for Charity

bloody phone sex killer sexWhen you are a butcher girl like me, with a love for all things bloody, March is your favorite month. Why? Because it is American Red Cross Month. I have always considered myself a philanthropic psycho, so  in this month of donating blood, I can give back to my community. Now, since the only flesh I ever consume is human flesh, I am anemic, so the Red Cross won’t take my blood. At first I was bummed about this, but then I discovered blood by proxy. I can donate other people’s blood. How fun is that? So during the month of March, if you have scorned or annoyed me, even hired me, be on high alert that I’m extra blood thirsty this month, as I am killing for charity.

killer phone sex bloody funFirst to donate blood for my personal blood drive this month were two of the devil’s spawn. The twin daughters of my former boss. In fact, he paid me to snuff out his two little brats. According to him, all they do is drain him of his money and patience. Fitting then that I would drain them of their blood. Some white trash whore duped him into knocking her up for his money. These sister cunts will do more good dead, than they ever would alive. You’d be surprised how many parents lack the paternal instinct, which is fine by me. Too many spoiled, germy, annoying, needy little humans running around anyway. As soon as I off a few rugrats, some trailer park whore just pushes out a few more nuggets she can’t support who will end up draining hard working Americans of their tax dollars. It’s a vicious cycle so, kill the products of trash, stop the cycle, donate their blood to good use: reduce, reuse, recycle.

Getting the brats to my place was simple. Told them I was daddy’s secretary and they saw dollar signs as they hopped into the back seat of my car. I convinced them I was asnuff porn killer sex babysitter of sorts and daddy gave us lots of play money. Well, gave me lots of play money.  Slipped them a special cocktail in their Kool-Aid, waited for them to wake up in my bath tub, sliced open some arteries, and watched the blood drain from their little annoying bodies. I like to tie weights to their ankles so they can’t run. Then I sit on the toilet seat, and watch the blood drain from their bodies slowly. Makes me feel good that I am recycling blood. Giving it to folks who deserve it. Life is a privilege not an entitlement, so just because you were born into this word, does not mean you deserve to stay in it. You got to earn that right. And many people need their privileges revoked, which I am happy to assist with. Once I snuffed the little bitches out by exsanguination, I texted photos to my former boss. Sometimes a picture or a text is better than a call. Harder to trace, even harder to prove who sent what to whom, and a picture is worth a thousand words.

bloody phone sex murder fantasiesI’ve been slaughtering trash all month. Some for money, some for revenge, some just for fun,  but every death attributed to my handiwork benefits not only the American Red Cross, but society as a whole.  This world has too many worthless fucks in it. What they couldn’t do for their community in life, they can in death. So who do you know that should give a sizable donation to the American Red Cross?

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Girl On Girl Rape Porn

torture phone sex karmaI was walking through the woods looking for herbs when I heard the blood curdling scream. Slowly I inched my way towards the sound all the while my pussy getting wetter and the familiar stirring of a building orgasm filled my body. Finally I got close enough to see yet stay hidden behind the brush. He had her tied to a tree and was beating her relentlessly. Her knees had given way and she was hanging by her wrists that were suspended over her head, piss dripping down the insides of her legs and blood oozing out of the broken flesh. Her sobs were diminishing and I knew she was on the verge of passing out. Working my cunt I watched, delighted by the scene before me. Finally he turned her around and fucked her ass with his throbbing cock. When he pulled out I could see his cum oozing from her ass, no longer milky white but a dirty brown. Slapping her ass one final time he walked away and left her there. She was fucked up but had a lot left in her. When the cost was clear I approached her. Setting up my phone so I could record this, I turned her around so her back was against the tree again. With all the strength she could muster she whispered the words “Help me”  Smiling at her I didn’t say a word. I was going to help her all right. I was going to help myself to her and finish her off while recording one hell of a girl on girl rape porn to enjoy later. I would leave her lifeless body tied to the trees for the animals to scavenge but first I was going to have my fun! girl on girl rape porn

My New Ass Master

taboo phone sex anal whoreI have a new ass master. That is what he calls himself. He wants nothing to do with my pussy. According to him, good women, the kind you marry, get fucked in the pussy; but dirty worthless whores like me only get fucked in the ass. It is not about my pleasure, but about the pleasure of my masters.  It feels like master is training me for the anal Olympics.  He fucks my ass for hours. He is relentless. The objective is to ruin my whore ass; make it gape open so everyone will know what a filthy fuck pig I am. Once my ass is open so wide he can slide his fist in and out of my cavity without touching skin, he pisses into me.  Not just him, but all his friends. It’s a circle jerk of sorts only instead  of spraying me with cum, they piss into my asshole.

domination phone sex fantasies analAfter a dozen or so men  have peed into my anal fuck hole, he shoves a butt plug in my ass and forces me to hold it in for hours. It feels like my ass is drowning in piss. If I leak any out on the floor I get kicked so hard I puke. Eventually, master lets me shit out the piss in my ass into a pitcher. I then have to drink every last drop. If I spill, they all piss into my ass again. It’s degrading to drink my own pee. Can you imagine how humiliating it is to drink strangers’ piss that has been  in your dirty ass for hours? According to my ass master, I am worthy of the upmost form of humiliation. For I am a special breed of worthless trash. I know you agree.

Master has a new Sadistic game for us PT 1

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We have started to play a new game Master and I. He has grown quiet fond of it and with the new spring weather I could see it happening more often. The fact that Master involves me in these games goes to show how good I have been and accepting of his discipline. I am undeserving of his love or attention so I am glad I can contribute to his happiness. Now back to the sadistic game Master has developed for us. With the warmer weather comes the lack of clothing that follows and outdoor activities alongside it. So what better way to enjoy these outdoor activities than with Master allowing me to be his bait in a good ol’ game of torture the silly little boy who looks at his pet? Oh how I love this game, it brings my Master so much happiness and for that I will do anything. Master lets me dress super skanky with a little tiny skirt and slutty inviting pigtails and rollerblade around the park. My cunt feels so good as the air rushes past it up my skirt, I bite my lip as a jogger approaches. Master sits on a bench as I flash him a glance for his approval. He nods.

“Damn doll face you always roller blade like that?”
He tries to sound super slick as he approaches me. I can see his rape fantasies while he eyes looks through my clothes already. He is perfect for Master; I received the nod of approval, my heart races with anticipation. I giggle at him, seeming as though I am bashful.
“Only when it feels this great outside.” I replied. Then I questioned him, “You always approach random women at the park?”
I already anticipated the comeback; I knew this kind of boy, this kind of little tiny, pathetic, waste of human tissue that Master always ranted about. I raised my eyebrow and gave him a half cocked smile in anticipation for what was about to come from his wretched face hole.
“Only when they look this good out. HaHaHa.”
His chuckle made me want to vomit all over the sidewalk. This tiny boy who though he was a man was about to realize what a real man was, Master would show him, Master would show him what it meant to be a real man. What it meant to dominate and what it meant to have a good little pet to submit to every demand because they want to please.
“How ‘bout we take this back to my place. I don’t live far I promise.” And just like that I turned my back to him gave him a wink and wagged my finger in a come hither motion. And just like that the poor little puke of a puppy dog followed hot on my trails. I could see him uproot from his bench, Master was quickly steps ahead of me. A smile grew across my face. The douche behind me thought it was for him but my allegiance was with the brilliant mind of my masochistic Master waiting for the next step of our game. We take my car, I tell him I can drive him back to the park, but really I do not want any evidence in his douche rocket of a vehicle when they find it abandoned there.
When we pull up he points out how beautiful my house is, how “well groomed” my garden looks trying to flash his dull innuendos in my direction. I chuckle for him slightly, fake of course, but he doesn’t seem to notice. As we step across the walkway to the entrance of Master’s home a smirk began to reach the very corners of my mouth. Thinking of Master on the other side of the door, of what he was going to do with this piece of waste when he walked in, made me burst with love juices. My pussy throbbed hard for his hard cock to penetrate his pet, and we had not even got to the best part.
I reached for the brushed brass door handle furnished upon the heavy door painted red and gave it a turn. Slowly I pushed it open and held out my arm directing my pussy thirsty guest inside. I smiled from ear to ear, I was a good little pet, like a cat bringing home a dead bird to please it’s owner I brought mine home for my Master. He was dead already, he was just lucky to have a pulse.

Or were we the lucky ones…