It was like a snuff sex nightmare. I was dead asleep. My dog started barking, so I got up to see what was wrong. I thought he had to pee. I stepped out the back door with him and some one grabbed me. He pushed me back inside my house while my dog was outside barking. The masked figure tied me up like one of my bondage shoots. He never spoke. He showed me his huge knife and I shut up quickly when I realized I could die. In my head, I told myself this was just a dream. My assailant cut my body. He carved whore in my chest. I was waiting for him to force fuck my cunt or ass, but he seemed to be getting off on sexually mutilating my body. The pain was agonizing. My flesh was carved up like I was in a Saw movie. I could feel my hot blood running down my body. My attacker lit a cigarette and started smoking watching my body bleed like he was in some post cum bliss. Before the cigarette went out, he burned my bleeding nipples and my clit. When he inserted a few fingers up my cunt, I realized my assailant was a woman. Those were not man hands fisting my cunt. That explained why I was not fucked. Who was it? A wife or a jealous bitch? Someone I knew or a random stranger? She broke into my house tied me up mutilated my body for hours, then left quietly, never saying a word. I was left tied up on my living room floor, bleeding on the carpet and wondering what chick I pissed off so much she would extract this kind of revenge. I guess that is the life of a taboo phone sex whore.
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Snuff Sex Home Nightmare
bloody phone sex slut
You had this look in your eye, and I knew bloody phone sex wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You needed to have me on my knees, begging for my life. You tried to hurt me in ways so brutal and wicked. I wanted to make you happy, so I allowed you to make it bloody. You wanted to be balls deep in me while you choked me and gutted me open. Your wish is my command, and I will do as you need of me. I have become such a slut and slave that I have forgotten life outside of the dungeon you have made my everyday life. I am forever your dumb, stupid slave. I will love nothing more than to die being your punching bag.
Labor Day GangBang Rape Porn
I made a Labor Day gangbang rape porn. No, I didn’t want to do. It was not my choice. It was a family cookout. That included my stepson. He brought a bunch of his friends. His father was not happy because the boy runs with a bad crowd. Oh boy, do I know that! One of the guys in his posse has sodomized me several times. He is a sick fucker with a milf fetish. He has this violent fantasy about taking his mommy by force. My stepson encourages his naughty mommy fantasy and makes me be his surrogate mommy. My husband and I tried to get him and his friends to leave, but they wouldn’t budge. It was late and we needed to go to bed and get our boys to bed since they had school today. I thought my stepson and his friends would just hang out in the back yard and drink until they got bored. They did until they decided to pull me out of bed for some ass rape porn. They were drunk and stoned and feeling violent. My husband is a sound sleeper. I didn’t scream because I didn’t want my two young sons to witness the violence their half-brother was going to subject their mommy too. I didn’t want them to have any ideas about how they could treat their mommy when they get older. My stepson bound and gagged me on the picnic table where our family ate just hours earlier; then he ordered his friends to fuck me. They took turns violating my holes in my backyard in my gated community. While other mommies were sleeping, this mommy was getting sodomized under the moonlight by a bunch of drunk frat boys. No one really knows what goes on behind the white picket fences.
Snuff Porn Whore
I was born to be in snuff porn. That is what daddy always told me. I ran away from home thinking I could escape cruel men like him. I have not been so lucky in that department. I have come to accept the fact that it is me. I am a worthless whore, not a special princess. I don’t deserve to be treated well by men. I went on a modeling gig this week. The ad was for a young girl who didn’t mind bondage. The pay was $500. That would help me pay the rent. I figured it was easy money, but it was anything but easy. I arrived at the address I was provided. It was an old warehouse by the river. I could smell dead fish. It was dark and creepy. I knew I was in trouble, but I ignored my inner voice. I think I have a death wish. I just put myself into too many dangerous situations. I was surprised there were people there. Maybe it was legit after all? Nope. They jumped me. They force fucked my mouth. They fisted my ass. They put wine bottles up my cunt and laughed at the stupid whore who answered their ad. I think all I deserve is to be treated like a whore. Do you agree?
Dream girl
I turned you down nonstop and once you had the chance you had me right where you wanted me. You were going to use me to your likings and turn me into your slave slut. I didn’t want to give you the goods, so now you are going to take them without my consent. You don’t care if I’m screaming bloody murder you will make sure to put me in my place. Domination phone sex is your favorite and its because that is the only time you have power and control. You own every inch of me now. I will be your dream girl and smile and act like I am happy even though you are using my holes till they are bruised and in pain.
Deadly Bondage Date
I agreed to meet up with my ex for a little fun as he put it. He was one of the only ones who knew my desire for pain and death. The pit of my stomach filled with excitement wondering what he may have in store for me. He told me on the phone he was going to finally give me what I’ve always wanted. He was finally ready. In my mind a hundreds of ideas were starting to play out, I knew someone inside of him was an evil presence. After all this time was he finally willing to take the big step? When I got to his place he grabbed me roughly and tore away my clothes, as if he was in a hurry. Maybe he was worried he would give himself hesitation if he stopped. I was dragged down into the basement and the was two large poles, definitely new. It tied up my body tightly careful to only have my pussy and tits visible exposed. Looking down I saw blood on the floor and I realized I was not going to be his first. My stomach flipped, he had experience and knew exactly what he would be doing to me. He started with sliding his cock into my pussy as he plays a spider gag over my mouth, and ridiculed me for being such easy prey. He modified this gag to slowly start to puncture my mouth if I moved to much or started to fight. With how hard he started to fuck me, my mouth quickly filled with my own blood. He laughed saying I looked great being a pathetic snuff slut. It was finally looking like I would be getting exactly what I wanted.
Domination Phone Sex: Sex and Submission
Domination phone sex is what a slut like me needs. I try to tell guys I am a switch, but that is just me resisting my true nature as a submissive whore. That is what Ted said. He wanted to break me. I thought he meant spiritually, like when you are getting slave trained to a new master. He wanted me broken mind, body and spirit. I spent 4 days locked in his basement. I was chained up naked. I was deprived light and basic necessities like food and water. I was even denied my dignity because I had to piss and shit on the floor. Everyday, he came in and hosed me off like a dirty animal. It was difficult to keep it together in the dark, starving and cold. He would shock me with a cattle prod. He would piss in my face. He would make me say, “I’m a worthless cunt,” repeatedly. I wanted released badly, but he didn’t think I was broken enough yet. I didn’t know how I could be more broken unless I was like snuff porn dead. He started cutting on my tits and punching them so hard the saline bags popped. At this point, I wanted to be dead. He suddenly released me. I was bloody and battered and mutilated, but I was saying yes Sir and no Sir like a good girl. I guess it just takes the right man to make me understand I am no switch. I am only a submissive whore.
Torture Sex Kidnapping
I was kidnapped for torture sex and rape fantasies. I was out for a jog when a man grabbed me. I didn’t know what was going on until I woke up in a basement tied up, hanging upside down and blindfolded. Two voices spoke to me. I was instructed to cooperate or die. I was a victim of opportunity. They snatched me on the running trail, drugged me and bound me tightly. I thought perhaps I knew one of them, but I think I was just in the wrong place at the right time for them. Tape was over my mouth, so I couldn’t ask questions. I feared I would be snuff porn material. They took turns punching me like I was a boxing bag. My tits were bound and tortured too. They shocked with a stun gun used on cattle. I started pissing myself and convulsing. Then something that has never happened to me, happened. I was fucked hanging upside down. I heard something being set up. Once I felt a fist in my cunt, I knew it was a ladder. My captors fisted and fucked me from above. They filled me up with cum, abused my holes and then cut me down. I landed like a sack of potatoes. I was told I would be cut free, but if I took off my blindfold before my cell timer went off, I would die. I was only on the ground for about 20 minutes, but it felt like eternity. I escaped death again. Next time, I might not be so lucky.
Stupid Bondage Phone Sex Whore
Bondage phone sex gets kinky with me all the time. I am not a normal girl. I do fetish photo shoots and some of the guys who hire me are legitimate fetish directors and photographers. Others are not. It is a gamble, but as a taboo whore, I like risky odds. I take many risks. My last photo shoot was in Columbus, OH. It went well and was a legitimate outfit I have worked for before. That was a risk that went well for me. When one of the crew gave me the name of another director, I assumed it was legitimate too. That was a wrong assumption on my part and an example of one of many bad risks I have taken. I arrived at some studio in bumb fuck Indiana the other night. No crew. No set. It didn’t appear to be a legitimate operation, but being the dumb bimbo, I am, I didn’t turn away when the bells and whistles were going off in my head. A large man greeted me at the door and yanked me inside. In a matter of minutes, I was hanging upside down getting skull fucked. I was hoping that was the worst of it, but not by a long shot. He took a taser to my pussy and ass. I was convulsing upside down and pissing everywhere. Because of hanging upside down, the piss went all over me. I was tasting my own urine. He kept me strung up so long, I passed out because of the blood rushing to my head. The next morning, he let me go, but he made it clear I was not being paid to be his stupid torture sex slave. Live and learn. I am lucky I continue to live because I never seem to learn.
Bondage Phone Sex in a Flop House
Bondage phone sex gets kinky when you are a druggy whore. I was at this flop house getting high. I live in a gated community, but I was downtown in some abandoned flop house with junkies looking for a fix. The police raided the place. I was restrained in handcuffs and taken to a separate room. I feared going to jail. My family would be embarrassed. The police made me an offer. Well, not so much an offer as an ultimatum. I could let them work out some aggression with me and I would never see the inside of a jail. It didn’t take me long to be their ass rape porn slave. It was my get out of jail free card. They chained me to a spreader bar so I couldn’t move. They put a ball gag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream, then they sodomized me for hours. I just focused on the fact that I wasn’t going to jail. It felt like I was in hell, however. When their cocks stopped cumming, they started fucking my ass with their bully clubs. Now, those left marks. Gaped my asshole, prolapsed it and even bloodied my asshole. Small price to pay for my freedom.