I was watching a gangbang rape porn in a seedy porn theater. I guess nowadays, they are all seedy. It was master’s order that I watch a violent sex film, so I did. I was not alone in the theater, however. There were a bunch of men in the theater too. They slowly approached me, making a circle around me. I wasn’t sure if this had been staged or random. I figured they were just horny men who wanted to nut with the only woman in the theater. That was until they started acting out scenes in the film I was watching. They shoved multiple cocks up my ass at once. Hands started grasping around my throat so tightly I think I passed out for a little bit. They were living out their rape phone sex fantasies and I was their victim. Or, they were being told to violate me. I still didn’t know. When one guy brought out a knife, I got scared. He made cuts all over my body. His pals were egging him on to do more damage. If they were following the snuff film, my tits would be slashed, and my ass and pussy would be stabbed with knives. They had not deviated from the film yet. I was trembling in fear. They were a few minutes behind the film but doing everything they saw so far. When they pulled out of my ass, I knew what was next. I tried to run, but two of them held me down while the others took turns stabbing my cunt and ass. The more I screamed, the harder they stabbed. I couldn’t stop screaming though because my insides, my female organs, were being shredded. They gutted me like a pig and left me lying there bleeding out. One final insult, they pissed on me as they let me die on a dirty cum stained floor.
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Deadly Gangbang Rape Porn
Ass Rape Porn Little Sluts
I love being an ass rape porn star. The more my ass gets fucked and ruined, the more gigs I get. Everyone wants to hire the girl that will take anything or anyone up her ass. I answered a casting call for an anal sex whore. The ad clearly wanted a seasoned whore because it said ass virgins need not apply. I have been taking cock up my ass since I was daddy’s ass slave. When I showed up to the casting call, I was expecting to fuck the director or at least the casting guy. I was hired on the spot. The director had seen my work. He was even hoping I would audition. This was not going to be a mainstream movie. This was a private movie being made for one viewer. I didn’t care if I got paid. I should have let that be a red flag, but I let the Benjamin’s distract me. The next day I showed up at some remote mansion. I met an older Greek man name Nick. He showed me the room where the filming would be. I was shocked to see 6 very young girls tied up and gagged. They appeared to be sex trafficked girls. They were looking at me for help, but I knew if I tried to let them go, I would be killed. This shit was real. The premise of this home movie was that I was the head mistress at an anal training school for young girls. I told myself to focus on the money. When I started force fucking those young asses with dildos and beer bottles, I got super wet. I have my own rape phone sex fantasies. I tore those little buttholes up. They were bleeding and prolapsed. The young girls were crying and screaming, which made me wetter and our patron harder. After a few hours of force fucking those asses, they were primed for his dick. It felt good to be on the other side of the pain for once. Nick is having me come back to help him train some more little trafficked whores. I can’t wait.
Fantasy Phone Sex Calls Of Murderous Tales
I’m a beautiful barbie with perfect fake tits and a tight but luscious body that is so perfect it makes you very hateful, to the point of violence. Your fantasy phone sex vixen for quenching those needs is right here for you to kill the glimmering hope of stardom in these eyes. I will answer your ad for that starring role in your non-existent film and show up completely vulnerable and desperate. You drug my beverage and render me even more useless than I already am. I can’t fight, I rarely say no, and I am always get caught in a bad situation. I am your dream victim especially since I have laughed at your advances in the past and you have a massive hateful grudge towards me and from your gathering of intel on me you know just how to nab this fly in your web.
I’m incoherent and stumbling in my heels trying to gather myself to leave when your hand covers my mouth as your shoving a knife in my spinal cord. You catch me as I fall and cut my barely there dress from my body. Gazing upon my nude perfect tits you get violent and start stabbing repeatedly at them in a sort of violent rage. I’m unable to react as my life drifts from my body. Your cock is fucking hard and you take your trophy cunt and fuck me continuously over the span of the night as my body grows cold you can’t get enough. I am nothing.
Accomplice Phone Sex Makes Me Fucking Wet
What really turns on an evil cheerleader babysitter type? Accomplice phone sex for sure! I can’t help but get really turned on in the heat of the moment when the murderess fun starts to go down. I have a weakness for inflicting pain and sorrows on others. So when I met up with this guy for drinks and he was going off about the bratty whore of an ex and what she deserved to have done to her, I was all tingly with anticipation.
I got my knife out and started caressing the blade thinking of a million uses for it with the main focus being some dumb whore. How many places to cut, carve and stab. I contemplated the insertion of such a blade into her slut gash and how much fun it would be to violate her with it. I can’t help but love to play with my knife. I was super horny and we went back to my place to fuck, The whole time I drilled him in what he wanted to do to that whore. I wanted him to fuck me with the horrific details and the finale being when we sever her head and he gets to skull fuck her in he many head holes.
Evil Babysitting Phone Sex
I hate babysitting, but evil babysitter phone sex calls are among my favorite. Sometimes I take sitter jobs to have easy access too little sluts for friends, other times it just for my own perverse pleasure. Last night was the later. I took a gig because I hate the girl’s parents. I was checking out babysitting ads and I saw the photo of the parents. They have an older daughter; she is a bitch I went to high school with and her parents bailed her out of trouble repeatedly for her mean girl antics. This girl was likely adopted because the mother is past her prime, unless she used fertility drugs. I have a fake id for babysitting and I can transform from Goth punk to girl next door with makeup and hair dye. I sat for the angel the other night. She was a polite girl, but still a privileged princess with bitch parents and an evil older sister. She was just collateral damage. I drugged her up and started a live stream of Anika’s Abuse. Guys were paying me to be her BTK killer. Bind, torture, kill. A few of my favorite words. I bound her legs and her arms like one guy wanted. I fisted her ass and cunt like a few others paid to see. I wrote whore in lipstick on her face like another guy wanted. I even fucker her pussy with a Barbie doll. Anika was like a rag doll, all floppy and shit from the special cocktail I made her. She might remember some shit, but it would make no sense the next day. One guy offered me a ton of money to kill her, but that was too risky. I sexually abused the little girl and made a profit. Now, I am happy to kill a little whore with you. Just needs to be a random girl that won’t trace back to me. Killer phone sex is so much fun.
What Some Candy Little Bitch?
So many juicy little cunts out there, so little time to fuck with them. What is it with them and candy? How utterly stupid can you be to put yourself in danger over some fucking candy? It happens, a lot more than what you may think. It makes for easy pickings. The trick to it working is that you can’t look like a fucking weirdo, or creeper when offering. Plus, you never approach, you let them come to you. I’ll give you a for instance …
I was waiting for my bus when I pulled out some hard candy. I wasn’t thinking anything of it. I noticed a little one with their Mother watching me. I smiled, they smiled back. I saw the Mom look at me and I said, “I think they want a piece of my candy.” The Mom and I made some small talk then she let me give the little snot a piece. Then the Mom’s phone rang, you know how people get when they are on their phones, they pay no attention. I started talking to the sticky faced shit seated next to me. The whole time the Mom never looked back at us. I waited for about ten minutes then I did what any self respecting twisted deviant minded woman would do. I asked “Miss Sticky Face” if she wanted more candy.
You should of seen the look on her face. It was pure joy, and I couldn’t wait to smash it off that tiny head of hers. I put my hand out, she took it. As we made our way around the corner the Mom was still on the phone, laughing. I wondered if she would be laughing that hard when the newspapers reported finding the mangled body of her little bitch.
Torture Sex Awaits You
You have no idea the torture sex that awaits you. You are going to wish you had of killed me when you had the chance. You broke into my apartment and knocked me out. You hog tied me and forced me to suck your cock until you shot your hot jizz down my throat. You even taunted me and told me that Daddy couldn’t save me. But guess what mother fucker Daddy is here now.
Daddy and I are going out on the prowl to find your ass. Once we find you we are going to make you strip naked. Then once we tie you up the fun will begin. I plan on making small cut marks all over your body. Watching you bleed and hearing you scream will give me so much sexual gratification. When I get bored with that, I plan on shoving various objects up your ass such as Corona 12fl oz bottle, cucumber, and finally a pineapple. I plan on fucking your ass until it is raw and blood is running down your legs. I want to hear you begging me to stop. Begging me to have mercy on your pathetic sorry ass.
I plan on sitting back and watching as my Daddy forces his big thick cock down your throat causing you to gag. My pussy will be getting soaking wet as he face fucks you. Making you suck on his hard cock until he drops a load in your sleazy mouth. I am going to taunt you just like you taunted me. No one will be able to save your sorry worthless ass. Then when I finally bore with you I will cut your cock off with a jagged rusty knife and shove it down your throat. I will sit back and fuck my wet pussy enjoying every minute of you bleeding to death.
Teen Rape Porn Made Here
Teen rape porn is a hot commodity. A sick bitch like me can make a lot of money fucking up a hot teen slut on film. I work with some Russian sex traffickers. I find the guy willing to pay top dollar to force fuck a teen cock tease, and they supply the girl. I don’t pay them. Their pay is keeping the homemade sex tape to sell to dirty old perverts. The guy pays me for the girl. It is a win win situation and very profitable for me and the sex traffickers. Earlier in the week, a man only known as Ross, found me on the dark web. He described the sadistic things he wanted to do to a young teen girl. When he made a deposit, I made a phone call and got a girl just as he described. We met the next day for our teen snuff sex video. The girl was Mexican with poor English. She had nice boobs for her age and just a hint of pussy hair. I call it peach fuzz. She was brought over to the US by coyotes, but her patron didn’t have the money to pay off her debt, so they sold her to traffickers. She was strung out on heroin, but that only helped her. Ross was very excited to see a strung out punta. He forced his cock in her mouth and she barely resisted. I was filming her humiliation and it made my cunt wet. He savagely fucked her ass too. He tore her little butthole up. I told him he could kill her if he wanted too, because authentic snuff films make great money too. He said he just wanted to make her wish she was dead. He prolapsed her ass. He bloodied her cunt. He even threw a few punches when she tried to resist. I filmed him force fucking the jailbait whore for two hours. My trafficker buddies were very pleased with the finished product and Ross was very happy with that little whore and my ability to make his sick fantasy a reality.
Violent Phone Sex with My Stepson
Violent phone sex is what he was in the mood for. He told me I was a worthless wore. I had no choice but to take his abuse. He is my step-son and he is prone to violent outbursts. Mostly, those outbursts are aimed at me. He is a bigger drug fiend than me. I stole a tad of coke from him, not even a noticeable amount, but I guess he weighs his shit daily and knew some was missing. I denied it, but he knew I was lying. He strung me up by my hair. I could feel the hair ripping from my scalp. It was a kind of pain I had never experience before. I gave out a blood curdling scream from the basement in hopes a neighbor or someone would hear. My husband was at the movies with our young sons. I could be dead before they got back. My husband knows his son hates me, but he has no clue how deep his hatred goes. He cut me down. I lost a few inches of hair, but he feared some one would hear my screams. He decided to punch me repeatedly in the face, then skull fuck me. He wasn’t done yet. He watches too much ass rape porn. He wanted my ass. He pulled my red locks while he rode my ass. No lube, just a hardcore ass fucking while calling me names. As soon as he saw the car headlights pull into the driveway, he stopped. I was bloodied and battered with cum dripping out of my ass. I wanted to tell my husband what an awful son he had but feared I would be cut off financially. I splashed some water on my face and put a bandana on my head to cover the areas were my hair ripped off. I decided that its better to take my stepson’s abuse then to live in poverty.
College Ass Rape Porn
I literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into my college interview, and I have the scars all over my tits to prove it. I knew I should have just applied to a community college, but instead I wanted to go to an Ivy league school. The thing about Ivy league schools is that they have enough money and power to get away with murder. I always thought that was just an expression, but I guess not. I got all dressed up for my interview, and headed there early. The walls inside the building were so thick that they had to be sound proof. I found my way to the office, and was ushered into the dean of admissions office. The door was heavy, and locked behind me. There was plastic covering the floor, and the dean explained that they were painting his office. There was two other girls sitting at his desk, and he explained that this wouldn’t be a one on one interview. After all of us answering a few questions, the dean told us only one of us would get in, and only one of us would leave there alive. He instructed us to strip, and told us anyone that wouldn’t listen would be shot. Me and one of the other girls started stripping, but the other girl just started whining. He shot her in the head, splattering her blood all over me and the other girl. Once we were naked, he slapped two knives on the desk, and told us we were to fight to the death. Finally all of the abuse I have gone through actually paid off. We sliced and diced at each other, but eventually I got tired of our back and forth dance. I slit her throat, bathing myself in her blood. The dean grabbed me by my hair, and bent me over the dead bodies. He violated my tight teen ass right on top of their corpses. He made me clean up and get dressed. Then we filled out my admissions form, and I left. I got into an Ivy league school!