Her breasts were just to perky and pink for me to not have some fun with them. Her perfect body stretched out in an X formation, arms raised high above her head and bound by the wrists, her legs spread with a bar. Tears streaming down her face, she had long since stopped crying out and was sobbing, resigned to what ever fate I may have in store for her. Using every means at my disposal I have invaded every inch of her body making it mine. She has whelp marks on her fair skin with drops of blood creeping out of her skin. Her tight holes ave been filled with things that she never thought would ever be there and I have sucked her beautiful tits so far in my mouth they are a sore as a lactating mother’s. Now it is time for her to taste those nipples. Her tits, lovely as they are, are not big enough for me to put in her mouth Running my silver blade across her skin and bringing goose bumps to her flesh I tell her it will only hurt a little. I slice that pretty nipple right off and slide it between her lips, letting her taste all the goodness of her flesh.
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Ass rape porn Nightmare w/ Geneva
Always a victim and this holds true for what happened to me recently. I was abducted and held hostage by a serial killer that is still at large. The mere fact that I am here today is still a little surprising. The whole thing started when I contacted someone on a local rental site seeking to rent a room in their home.
Upon falling in love with the place I took to signing a contract and moving in without question nor research. I suppose I got what I deserved and I am lucky to have made it out alive. The individual preyed on single women desperate for a nice, and extremely inexpensive place to live. The initial first week was normal as he worked on gaining my trust. At the stroke of Midnight that Sunday night however took a bleak turn. He had been a generous host and we were sharing some wine and suddenly everything went black. I was drugged and blacked out only to awaken chained, naked and bloody in his basement turned dungeon.
The following week had me used, abused and beat to near death. I was starved and given only wine as sustenance which was always laced with something. I had hallucinations, black outs and always came to chained to a bed with dried cum and fluids all over and inside me. I was force fucked in every hole and he was always there laughing at me and calling me a gullible pig and I deserved everything I got.
My escape was that I awoke in a hospitals mental ward as I was found wandering around naked and rambling incoherently. I have no reminiscence of how I got free.
That’s what happens when you piss me off!
I seriously had no plans to completely destroy someone’s life today… that is until this dumb motherfucker pissed me off! This couple had no idea that once they cut me off when I was driving earlier that I was going to follow them home and proceed to make their life absolutely complete hell. All I had to do was knock on the door and they were so kind to let me right in. I called a buddy of mine to help me with today’s new toys. He was there in no time, binding them up tightly to ensure they won’t be going anywhere. The girl was really losing it, but all I could think about how great it was going to be to cut her pretty little throat, to watch her eyes go wide as he forced his cock into her unwilling pussy. I love to make them cry, and her bitch of a boyfriend was crying just as much as she was! Truly hilarious. I have a special surprise for him too…we can’t possibly let him get off without us having our own fun with him just as much. I’ll be fucking him in the ass with a big fat dildo, but then switching to something far more painful. Perhaps the knife I just used to slit his darling little girlfriend just moments before. I am sure he will appreciate the lube I put on the knife for him… warm and sticky – I’ll ask him how he likes the way his girl’s blood feels. I’m sure he can’t focus on that when he feels this sharp blade cutting him wide. His girl is so scared! She keeps whimpering as my friend fucks her and holds her dead to watch…but she’s losing blood so quickly I am sure she won’t last long enough to watch him enjoy our fun.
Dear Master: I’m a Taboo Phone Sex Whore with a Death Wish
I am a taboo phone sex slut and your willing victim. I have known for a very long time that I was a worthless whore, bred only to be abused, violated, even snuffed. I want to die Master. I deserve to die. But, I don’t deserve to die in some painless or quick way. I have been a very bad girl. I deserve to be tortured for days, even weeks before you finally snuff me out. I trust you are a sick twisted bastard and can find hundreds of ways to use me. I make a most excellent fuck pig. My pretty tight holes feel good being stabbed with a cock or a knife.You should have the pleasure of my cunt and ass for how ever long you want before you end my life. You can even enjoy my dead body if it is still in tact after I take my last breath.
I provide wonderful stress release. You can punch me like a boxing bag. Kick me like a soccer ball. Bounce my pretty face off the floors or walls. Stab me with sharp instruments. Break my bones. Burn me with your cigars. Gut me like a pig. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Give me a 1,000 lashes. Torture me with power tools. Dismember me. Force fuck me with baseball bats, swords or whatever deadly device you want. Saw off my girl parts. Cook me. Whatever you want to do to me Master, I will accept my fate. I never complain. I may scream from the pain of whatever you are doing to me, but I will never beg you to stop.I will only beg you to hurt me more. Hurt me dead.
You can profit off my body too Master. For a whore, I have the body of a Goddess. Pimp me out for gang bangs. Sell me to be force fucked. Use me as a drug mule. I can be sold to do all the dangerous things others don’t want to do like kidnap the little ones for private movies. Sell me as a slave. Lots of men pay top dollar for a pretty fuck pig to hurt. I am trusting that you can find a creative and violent way to rid this world of another blonde whore.There are hundreds of way to die. I don’t care how I die Sir, as long as it brings you pleasure and or money. My only request is to make it bloody and painful. I should not have an open casket funeral; that is of course if they can find my body and recognize it after you are done with me.
Your subby whore always,
Cassandra
Obedience Training: Part One
I was having a little trouble training my new mutt so I called a number in the paper that offered obedience training.
The training was a week long and really cheap so it sounded pretty good but I was really surprised when the guy said to leave the little bitch at home!
The second I got there, I knew I had made a mistake!
The door opened seemingly, by itself! I stepped in and was grabbed instantly and had a black sack put over my head!
Two big strong men dragged me to a cold concrete feeling place and slapped a collar on me and chained me to the floor!
I was so scared! That is when you came in….
You told me that if I wanted to train my mutt then I needed to know what it was like to be one!
You starved me for two days while you left me chained to the floor. I didn’t understand it until you came in stroking your hard cock.
I was too weak to fight as you held me by the hair and fucked my face! Your cock was so hard and so massive that I could barely breath as you punished the back of my throat with pounding thrusts! Then I tasted it! The first drops of that nourishing cum!
You pulled out of my mouth and walked away! I crawled after you pleading for you to feed me!
I knew at that point that you owned me and I needed you for food! I needed you to survive!
You taunted me and teased me with that hard dripping cock as I crawled around after you like a bitch looking for a treat!
Please give it to me! Please master! I am begging you!
Rump Roast!
I knew I had found the perfect piece of meat. I noticed her instantly. Those long legs strutting past me on the street. Her tiny little gray dress barley covering her round rump. So firm and full. I knew the second I saw her she was perfect for Rick. So fucking sexy! I followed her for awhile. Watching her strut. When it started to rain I knew I had the PERFECT excuse to talk to her! I told her I lived in the penthouse right across the street if she needed a dry place to wait out the rain. She seemed to hesitate. Perhaps she could feel what I have planned.
So I slipped off my 800.00 dollar pair of Dolce And Gannana pumps. I told her these things were KILLING my feet. Of course she had to say how sexy and perfect they are. I told her she could have them! I was done with my feet hurting. And actually… I do have a few more pairs she could have if she really wanted. Of course she really wanted! So she happily followed me to my house. I poured her a drink with a little extra in it! Just enough to make her complacent. She was putty in my hands. And I waited for Rick to arrive! I kept my self busy in the kitchen. Mixing up a fresh batch of Ex-virgin olive oil with just the right herbs. And I peeled and cored several apples. Then mashed them into some real butter. A nice marinade! Rick arrived just in time! I helped slip it’s gray dress right off so Rick could wash it down. He scrubbed her clean. I pulled out my biggest roasting pan. And Rick and I placed our guest in the pot. I let Rick rub every inch of her body down with the olive oil. And then Rick packed the apple butter into our guest pussy and ass. I even held her mouth open and force feed her the remainder of the butter. Rick and I slid her into the industrial over and watched as her skin started to glow. She shimmered in the heat. The smell of the slowly simmering meat was delicious! And the look on her face was divine, as her skin tightened up and browned. She was slowly cooking to death. I could hear her moans and whimpers as the time passed. It really was sexy! I could barely wait for the finally! But finally you could see her skin get almost see threw. You could see the bubbling juices rolling under her crisp skin, letting you know that she was finally done! Of course Rick went right for a piece of rump roast. She was so juicy when he cut into her delicious meat her juices squirted out! She melted in our mouths! Mmmmmm I do love a good rump roast!
Home Invasion Phone Sex Nightmare
Home invasion phone sex was pure fantasy for me until recently. I was asleep soundly, during a summer storm. I sleep right through thunder and lightning. I didn’t even realize that the power was out until a hand was over my mouth. I thought it was one of my Master’s needing some perverse force fuck session, but I quickly realized I had no clue who this man was; I had never seen him before, but he seemed to know me. I am a submissive whore, but I didn’t know how to act with a total stranger. I tried to fight him as he restrained me to my bed. He punched me in the face then used my tits as punching bags.
He shoved my panties in my mouth, then helped himself to my goodie drawer. He showed a dildo up my ass while he punched my “worthless tits” repeatedly until they were black and blue. I was trying not to cry, but I was scared. I had no safe word with this guy. This was not some master and servant game, but an act of random violence. When he forced his cock into my pussy, he put his hands on my throat to choke me. I felt light headed. I started trembling. As he penetrated me bare back, I had fears of pregnancy and STDS. I begged for him not to cum in me, but he insisted he wanted to leave a present in my belly to remember him by.
As he talked about impregnating me, it was obvious this attack was not so random. He knew I was ovulating. He knew my monthly schedule. He knew I was not on any oral contraceptive. He left me tied to my bed while he force fucked me for hours.”I left 4 loads of baby batter in your whore cunt, bitch. I know you will have a permanent reminder of me in 9 months,” he said. I told myself if I ended up pregnant, I could terminate the pregnancy. “Oh bitch, don’t even think of aborting my seed. I will be watching you and if you even think of an abortion, I will gut you like a pig and rip the spawn right out of your whore belly,” he seethed as he carved a W in my belly for whore.
He punched me some more, which got him hard enough to dump another load of batter inside me. He left me tied to the bed. I laid there for almost 24 hours, covered in blood and piss until my friend came looking for me and rescued me. As she helped me into the bathroom to clean up, we saw the note written in my blood on the mirror, “Tell a soul and you die.”
Taboo Phone Sex Desires Better Explored with Two Submissive Whores
Exploring your darkest taboo phone sex desires is always better with two sluts. Two victims equals twice our pain and double your pleasure. I have a lot of sick Masters, but one in particular gives me chills down my spine. Normally he just abuses me solo, but the other day, he wanted his daughter Macey to watch as he fucked me unconscious. He is training her to be his private fuck slut. When I arrived at the dungeon, Macey was just sitting in her little school girl outfit awaiting my arrival. I think she thought of herself as daddy’s accomplice.
After her daddy had me bound and gagged, he turned his attention to his baby girl. Macey was surprised that her daddy would tie her up like a filthy pig and put nipple weights on her tiny tits. Poor thing thought she was special. All women are worthless cunts. We are here to be fucked and treated like animals. Nothing more. She screamed and cried. Tried to tell him I was the real whore. So naive. That was just going to get her hurt. I guess being a good submissive whore comes with age; Macey had a lot to learn. I think I was there to school her in proper submissive behavior.
He daddy suspended me by an above beam and fucked the shit out of me. My hands were bound, so were my breasts. I was hogtied and restrained. Macey was strung up spread eagle above us, being forced to watch us fuck while restrained. I could hear her whimpering, but she was no longer screaming and acting like she was special. She was learning. Being a proper fuck pig is a learning curve. With every beating, with every restraint, with every brutal encounter, you learn something; you improve. Master was using me to break his daughter.
Suddenly he got more violent with me. Lowered me down and started punching me in the stomach; slapping my face; force fucking my ass with his fist; spitting on me; calling me names; pissing down my throat; burning my nipples; pulling my hair; he even carved whore in my forehead. By this time he had Macey bound and tied to a rod like a pig on a spit roast in front of us. “Learn from Blair you little cunt. She has aged out and I need fresh new meat to abuse,” he said. I felt a sense of relief that Master had grown tired of me, wanted to trade me in for a younger model, but also insulted. A woman is never too old to abuse.
Bagged Pussy
Ever since I was a little girl, pain and torture have intrigued me. Watching my father beat my mother probably had something to do with it. He would beat her for hours, busting her nose, lips, biting her breasts, and making her scream. Afterward, they would have loud make-up sex. I’d hear her screaming for him to hit her, that she deserved it. They’d fuck so loud that our ratty old trailer would shake. Sometimes I masturbated to the sounds.
By the time I was in my late teens, I, too, had become a victim of violence. My boyfriend was a druggie who would force me to do drugs and then beat me unconscious. I associated brutality with love, for that was all I had known. Just a simple slap or arm twist would make my pussy leak through my panties.
One night, my BF brought this new man home. He told me that I was expected to cater to his whims and do as I was told. He said he was making money and I was a worthless slut who needed to work.
The man, only known as Master D, was a sadistic bastard. He got off on hearing a woman scream and beg. The things he did to me that night are beyond mention. He drugged, gagged, raped, and tortured me. He made me lick his shitty hole and pissed on my face.
My boyfriend stayed quietly in the corner, just out of sight, jerking off as I was demeaned and beaten. I could tell that he enjoyed the show. My pussy started throbbing a bit as he beat welts onto my back. Never before had I felt so alive and turned on. I screamed louder and that seemed to inflame him more.
Finally, Master D was ready to cum. He took a plastic bag, and despite my begging, placed it over my head. “You are a worthless cunt and you deserve to die.” he rasped. My breath was cut short as he tied the bag tightly around my throat. The world was spinning as he slammed his monster cock viciously into me, tearing my flesh. My pussy begin to pulse as my oxygen level dropped. My back arched, my legs kicked.
Without warning, I was wracked by a massive orgasm that made me suck the plastic tighter over my face. At the same time, I felt his beefy cock begin to pulsate deep within me. He roared like an evil beast, pulling his cock from my bloody hole and spewed his load all over the plastic bag. My world went black.
I awoke several hours later to find my boyfriend standing over me. He smiled wickedly, his erect cock in hand, as he gazed upon my broken body.
Now I knew my real worth and I was ready to be the worthless slut, just like my mama.
Pussy Torture
My car broke down and I needed a little extra money for repairs so I was looking for a way to make a quick buck.
So I found this guy who wanted to tape me talking about sex for a hundred dollars.
When I got there, the room was empty except for this giant bird cage and a table covered with different tools and candles.
I heard the door lock behind me and a voice called out from the darkness and ordered me to remove my clothes.
I did as I was told and then he tossed some chains and cuffs at my feet and ordered me to put them on and get in the cage.
I was starting to think this was a bad idea! Then someone came up from behind me and slammed me to the ground and chained me up before he threw me in the cage!
He told me that this was going to hurt but at anytime, all I had to do was say the safe word and he would stop. Then he stuffed a ball cock in my mouth!
He lit a few candles but I still could not see his face. As he dripped hot wax on my cunt, I realized the candles were not for mood lighting!
It stung like hell and he was enjoying my pain!
The more I whimpered, the harder he got!
Then He snuffed it out by shoving the burning end deep in my wet fuck hole!
I knew he was getting off on my screams because he stopped the pussy torture long enough to fuck my mouth with his massive hard cock!
He came all over my face and I thought he was done but he was just getting started!
He spent the entire afternoon whipping my bruised pussy, prodding it with a taser, burning it with a hot fire poker!
In between each round of torture he would rape my mouth and cum all over my face.
I must have passed out from the pain because I woke up I was sitting in a puddle of thick chunky dick snot and there was a man standing in front of me with a hose!
He started spraying me down like I was some muddy car! The water was so powerful, I thought it would peel the skin off my body!
I would have asked him to let me go but I still had the gag in my mouth. But he wasn’t done with me.
No, today he was going to torture my ass!
I don’t think I am going to get out of here alive!