Never Agree to Snuff Sex

snuff sexHe asked me if I wanted to have snuff sex. I was high as a kite. I wasn’t really in the frame of mind to be making any decisions, especially one like that. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I know I was not thinking he was serious. I giggled like a school girl and said, “Sure, sounds fun.” Fun doesn’t come close to what happened. The way he explained it, I gave consent so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me. I am a stupid whore who has snorted all her brain cells away. I was not capable of agreeing to snuff porn, but I did. He tied me up and affixed me to a spreader bar and put me in a collar and a ball gag. My ass and pussy exposed to him and his friends. My own stupidity scares me sometimes. I saw him coming at my ass with a large object. As he got closer I saw it was a moldy log. But not just a log; a log with bugs crawling over it. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and prayed that the enviable was not going to happen; but it did. I felt damp rough wood sodomize me then I felt the insects crawling. It was like a bad acid trip or something. My ass was on fire. Fire ants, I assumed. The feeling of wood slivers digging into my ass and insects crawling all around inside me made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t move though. I was a prisoner. What I thought was going to be a hot sexual encounter was turning out to be more of a deadly encounter. I puked from the pain and sensation, but swallowed my own vomit because of the ball gag. Some friend of my sick hook up filmed my anal torture. He said depraved ass rape porn sells at a premium.  Apparently, my life is expendable if it lines their pockets.

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