Taboo Phone Sex Fantasy

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex whore. The more extreme a fantasy is, the more I want to explore it. I have many callers. Some have the same role play that we explore different ways. Some change it up every time. I am a good submissive whore for my callers and the men in my life. This one fantasy mirrored a reality of mine so eerily that I wondered if I was talking to some one from my past. The crux of this fantasy was that I was a kidnapped girl. I was less kidnapped and more sold willingly by my father to traffickers. My father needed me gone so no one would ever find out about our dirty incest. He also needed money for his gambling debts and selling a jailbait girl can net a large profit for a man down on his luck. I was drugged and when I woke up, I was on a concrete floor, bound and gagged with other young girls. There was a bucket in the middle of the floor. That was our toilet. We had to squat over a bucket and shit and piss in front of other girls. I appeared to be the only one who spoke English. I am double jointed, so I was able to pop my shoulder out of place and get out of the restraints. I tried to free the other girls, but I was caught and punished in front of the others. They made an example out of me. They shot me full of heroin and made a gang bang rape porn with me. The other girls watched as the men brutalized my fuck holes and choked me. I was the example of what happens to bad whores. For days, I was drugged and fucked. My holes were used up quickly, so I could not be auctioned off. That meant my fate was either be killed or become an accomplice to lure, recruit and train other kidnapped whores. That was an easy choice. I will always choose to be the accomplice if my only other option is death.

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