Snuff phone sex fantasies are what men want with me. My phone life is no different than my home life. Master and his cronies want me dead. On a good day, they just want to torture me. Last night, Master had a poker party. I was his betting chip. When he lost, his friends got to use me. They took me down to the dungeon. I hate the dungeon because nothing good ever happens to me down there. Master’s poker buddies tied me to a bench. They put a ball gag in my mouth and took turns punching me. They thought it was amusing to turn my alabaster skin black and blue, and even purple. I screamed and I cried. It really hurt. Master just watched and masturbated as his fuck slave was a gangbang rape porn star to a few other guys. Those men weren’t vested in me like Master. Since I am not their sex slave, they didn’t care if I got uglied up. Master lost several rounds and since I was payment, he couldn’t intervene. They tied up my tits and punched them like they were boxers. I was in a lot of pain. I feared one of my saline bags would pop. Eventually, Master kicked them out. He doesn’t want to lose his favorite slave.