It was a snuff porn audition. I knew it. I was scared. I didn’t want to be there, but I was blackmailed into it. My stepson said if I didn’t meet his friend, he would tell my husband that I am still using coke. My husband would divorce me if he knew what a coke fiend I still am. With the snuff director, at least I stood a chance of survival. With my husband, I would be single and homeless. I took my chances. I met my stepson’s friend in an abandoned warehouse on the docks. I had no idea what to expect. I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant whatever his intentions were with me. He had a film to make. A gangbang rape porn that was fully cast expect for the leading whore. My stepson owed this guy a favor, and I was the way the debt was settled. I was standing in front of him scared. I had on a trench coat because I was naked underneath. It was like a security blanket, but it was stripped from me quickly as the men made themselves known. Over 100 guys were going to fuck me. I could be fucked to death. These guys were huge. Their cocks were bigger than porn stars. With a snap of the director’s fingers, I was being torn apart like a wounded animal who met a pack of blood thirsty coyotes. They pulled my limbs, fucked all my holes, slammed me on the floor repeatedly. I was bleeding from every hole. These beasts fucked me savagely while the director filmed it. I should not have let my stepson blackmail me. In the moment, I thought it would be a miracle if I survived. I did, but only because the deal made, I survived the snuff sex. My stepson wanted to use me again.
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