Snuff Sex Party

snuff sexIt was a snuff sex party. I thought it was a sex toy party. I was duped by the wife of a guy I know. She invited me to the party. I guess he thought I wouldn’t go if he was the one throwing it. Damn right, I wouldn’t have gone. Her husband is a sadistic tool. I avoid him when I can. He owns a fetish club I frequent. I guess if I was smarter, I would have smelled the setup. When she told me the other ladies were in the basement, I had a small thought something was up, but I thought maybe it was a recreation room. I stepped down into an unfinished basement and I knew. I swallowed hard and tried to run up the stairs, but the door was slammed and locked. Her husband and a bunch of his friends were waiting for me. He told me his club has rules they must follow to stay open. At his home anything goes. I can be their ass rape porn star or snuff doll. They wanted to torture me. They drew blood and bodily fluids. They left marks on my body, likely permanent marks too. They claimed I was a cock tease at the club letting men only go so far before I reminded them of the rules. In the owner’s basement, there were no rules. They smacked me around, punched me, burned me, fucked me and pissed on me. They did a lot more than that too. I thought I might die. I thought I was in a real snuff film. Before it came to an end, I wished I had been in a real one. I wish I could say I will never be so dumb again, but we all know I am a stupid taboo phone sex whore.

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