It was just as good of a day as any to make a gangbang rape porn. I needed drug money and this kind of porn pays well. I showed up ready to earn my money. This particular director really makes me work hard for the money too. There were over 100 men waiting. I was the only woman in sight. This was more men than ever before. More than double the amount of men than any time before. I tried to negotiate for more money, but was met with a punch in the face and ridicule. No one was wearing condoms like I insisted. They didn’t care what I wanted or how I felt. They saw a bitch and decided to make an ass rape porn instead. Two even three dicks went in my ass at once as fists and cocks were shoved in my pussy. I knew better than to scream. I just thought about the money. They guys were doing meth and crack which was making them really aggressive towards me. Pulling my hair, smacking me, even pissing on me. They were enjoying degrading me. Cum was oozing out of my fuck holes. I was practically wore completely out. I started to pass out from exhaustion. They had been gang banging me for hours. One guy grabbed my head and smashed it on the floor. Blood trickled out of my mouth and nose. The sight of blood turned them all. They took turns bashing my skull against the concrete floor. My brain felt scrambled. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even think. My face was smashed in. Pretty sure I had several broken facial bones, not to mention a broken nose. This was no longer worth the money. They were tweaking and I was going to end up brain dead or worse. The next blow left me unconscious. When I woke up no one was around anymore. I was covered in cum, blood and piss. I looked worse than Rocky. No money was anywhere to be seen. I think I made a snuff porn instead.
Tag: Rape phone sex fantasies
GangBang Rape Porn
Two Against One
Need a Teen Rape Porn Victim?
Are you looking for a teen rape porn victim? If so…I’m the girl for you. Let me tell you why, if you will allow it. You see…my Daddy is a drunk, a big horny drunk at that. I don’t know where my Mommy went, but she went far away. A place where Daddy couldn’t find her and beat her and fuck her. She left me here for that. So ever since I can remember (like thumb sucking days old) my Daddy would come home drunk ready to make me his little bitch. He has never been easy or gentle on me, I don’t even go to school because I am always covered in bruises and slash marks from him beating me whenever I struggled, or whenever he wanted to simply take out some anger. I’m basically just his little rag doll. He does whatever he wants to me, and there is nothing I can do about it. I’ve accepted that. I realize my worth is nothing, and I know the only good thing about me are my tight little fuck holes. In fact, Daddy has drilled that into my head as he goes back and forth from my ass to my pussy, and even as he passes me along to his friends. He makes me say lots of degrading things while I am getting fucked, even thru the cocks I have shoved down my throat. “I am nothing but a worthless whore” “Please degrade me” “Use my mouth and ass, please!” “I am nothing but a fuck toy for you and your friends, I beg you to use and abuse me to no end” All this is easily interrupted by a smack to my face or a cock being shoved in my mouth, but what can I do? It’s all true!
Snuff phone sex in the park
I’d had a very nice day at the park doing drugs and panhandling. I’d even crashed a few parties and been offered a few drinks. I was feeling no pain as I staggered through the grass. I had no clue that I was being watched until it was too late. A group of homeless men living in the shadows of the park were like silent predators, seeing my small, drugged body as the perfect sexual target. They were on me like wolves, beating me unconscious and pulling me into the netherworld of the forest.
I could barely open my battered eye sockets. I tasted the blood on my lips. A dozen of them stood around me. I could feel my ravaged pussy now as yet another one of them climbed on top of me. His foul breath came in gasps as he pumped me viciously with a rock hard cock. Another feral creature stepped forward and grunted, trying to get his nasty stick into my ass at the same time. I whimpered and they knew I was alive. A third one grabbed me by the air, pulling me upward to his giant cock and plunged it into my throat. He used it like a weapon, asphyxiating me, as I wheezed for air. This seemed to inflame them and I was surrounded by horny animals, all wanting to use and abuse me. I felt the world going dark around me as he rammed my windpipe over and over with his oversize meat stick. Even in my drugged state, I knew I was dying. My soul seemed to leave my body and I found myself hovering over it, watching these monsters continue to fuck my dead carcass. Despite it all, I felt my pussy begin to twitch in orgasm. It was one bad drug trip…or was I really dead?
A Day in the Park: Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
My callers love to hear me share my rape phone sex fantasies. All women have them, right? It is just not considered politically correct to admit you have rape fantasies. I told this one caller months ago that one of my rape fantasies was to be taken spending the day in the park. Coincidentally, I spent Saturday at the park by myself. Honestly, I was not thinking of being gang banged or anything like that. I was just hiking in a nearby national park. Getting high, while up high on the mountains. I was not paying attention to my surroundings as usual and before I realized I was in danger, several men rushed me. I almost fell backwards into the gorge. I was saved only to be tied up by mountain climbing rope and suspended to a tree. At first, they just taunted me calling me names like stupid whore. Then the torment escalated. They hit me with sticks and threw rocks at me like I was a piñata. I screamed for help, but none came. A rock hit me in the head. Blood started running down my face like I was in some horror movie. Talk about a wrong turn. I was in a secluded part of the park not marked by trails. I had no cell service. The men left me bleeding hanging from a tree.
A single hiker came by what felt like hours later. I was so excited to be rescued. He was not exactly the rescuing type. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He cut me down with a knife, left me tied up and force fucked me. My mouth, my ass and my pussy were all up for grabs with him. He never spoke once to me. Just grunted like a wild animal as he shoved his cock in my fuck holes. I was violated twice in the middle of God’s country. Finally, a park ranger rescued me, but because drugs were found in my system, no one believed my story. They thought I got high and fell down a hill. When I got back to my house, my caller I shared my day in the park rape fantasy with called me to see how I was healing up. I will never know which one he was.
She got what she deserved!
God this bitch is so annoying! All she does is lay around all day long and bitch about literally everything and I just can NOT take it any more! This bitch was on my last nerve so I fucking ended her miserable life last night. You know the funniest part of all of this was the fact that she is always crying and whining about how she should end her life, but when it came time for her to die, she begged me not to kill her! Ridiculous for real but her begging didn’t matter to me at all, I have no fucking mercy at all. I tortured her slowly and then invited several hardcore men to come and fuck her to death. They fucked all of her holes, stretching them out until they were ripped wide open and filled with cum. Then when she was almost at the point of death, we took her outside and lit her on fire! It was fucking amazing!
Victim or Accomplice?
I hate you, I really hate you. But what am I supposed to do? Nothing, I can do nothing. I know you are stronger and better and I will never get away from you. Your cruel words, your heartless thoughts and actions – you could care less about me and you have made that clear. I bet you could be the one to snuff my life out and me not even know it. Me not even have any control over it or anything. Why would I? I am a useless submissive slut. I should be the victim always, unless of course being your accomplice to find other little whores to fuck, violate and snuff out. I haven’t got any control, no I don’t. I can’t say no, I can’t refuse if you and your friends and theirs friends want to use me. If they want me as their toilet, their rag doll, their cum dumpster. I can’t say no when asked to help find a beyond young girl with a puffy pussy that needs to be fucked. That needs to be violated over and over again! Just like me…so what will it be today, for the man who wants me to hate him – victim or accomplice?
Trapped
Our neighbor came over today to talk with me while my husband was gone at work. He expressed that he had noticed a change in my husbands behavior and that he did not mean to sound rude or nosy but e had over heard some of our incidents that had been going on lately. I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about and played stupid to it all. If my husband found out that I had been running my mouth to anyone especially the neighbors I’d really have it coming to me. Well apparently my neighbor had not been as kind and caring as he came off to be at first. He started to get irritated with my whole dumb and denial act and his mood quickly flipped. He started ripping my clothing off me and screaming ” is this what you like you old whore? ” and before I could escape him he had me bent over holding me down while he forcefully fucked my old cunt. I begged him to stop but my pussy was saying otherwise. I had gotten so wet and he claimed that I liked it and wanted more so that is when he started ramming my already torn up asshole. Pumping his cock deep into my ass that is when he shot his wad right up inside me. He quickly pulled his pants up and told me if I knew what was good for myself I’d keep my mouth shut. And I will. Which in return only gives him the power to take what he wants whenever he wants just as my husband already does. I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Ageplay Teen Rape Porn
It never ever ends. Being a victim never stops. I am always a stupid little shit! So Daddy comes home drunk and brings his friends too. He tells me, makes me cry and scream and beg. He likes when I beg for my mommy, for someone who can help me. But no one will. He’s been doing this since I was very VERY young. Coming into my room even before I wore panties and making my holes raw with his cock, and making my puffy bald cunt shine with his Daddy’s cum. He would laugh and call me his little whore and fuck me harder, trying to make me cry more and more…and I did. I could do nothing but cry and whimper and beg and take that big cock fucking harder and harder.
Getting Out of Control
I woke up to my feet being bound together and my hands tied to the bed posts. With my husband standing over me, kitchen knife in his hand. I begged and pleaded to be untied but the more I screamed the worse it became. He took the knife and pressed it so hard against my neck that it actually began to cut me, enough to make blood drip down my neck. I could feel it beginning to pool up underneath me. This was further than he had even taken things before and I knew I was in trouble. He started to run the knife along the side of my body. Not pushing hard enough to draw blood but enough to make me tremble and urinate all over myself and the bed. He took his other hand and spread my pussy apart not being easy or gentle whatsoever he rammed his fist up into my dry cunt. I felt my pussy hole tear and I knew he had done some damage. I was in such fear for my life that I must have passed out. I woke up lying in my own piss and blood. I know if I don’t escape soon he is going to go too far one day.