I Should Be in Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI was told I look like I should be in snuff movies. That is not a good thing. It means like I look like I should be killed and tortured. It gets me in a lot of trouble. Last night I was in the wrong part of town. My master sent me to pick up his coke. What he failed to tell me was that he owed his dealer a lot of money and he worked out a deal that included me. Not just me blowing him or fucking me, but him and his friends roughing me up. I walked into the crappy little house that doubled as a meth lab and knew I should run. But, I knew if I came home empty handed, master would hurt me far worse than any drug dealer would. “You are hotter than I expected, Cassie,” he said to me as he grabbed my titties. Out came a bunch of black men. Rough looking black men too. Tats, piercings, all in leather. I think they were bikers. “We heard you are a nigger whore, bitch,” one seethed as he pulled a monster cock out of his pants. I was surrounded by black cock. Huge black cock. I swallowed hard, knowing I was about to star in a gangbang rape porn. I felt a smack to the back of the head and I was down on my knees. They shoved cocks in my mouth so deep and hard I puked. I felt my jaw pop. They roughed me up with their dicks. Skull fucked me till my mouth and nose bled. Fucked my cunt and ass until both holes tore. I pissed and shit myself as they forced fucked be into oblivion. I was coated in cum and blood. They just snapped pictures and laughed at my disgrace. I was so battered, one of the guys had to drive me back to my master. “Debt paid” was branded on my ass. A bag of coke was shoved in my asshole. Master beat me til I shit it out. He kicked me in the pussy and told me to sleep tight because he was sending me to his heroin dealer in the morning.

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