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Ass Rape Porn Shoot

When you turned the lights up in the dungeon, I should have known something was up. You seemed far too excited for your usual torture on us whore slaves. Then I saw it. You had a video camera, and set it up on a tripod facing the steel table in the center of the room. The hot lights were blazing on the steel, and it looked like a sick and demented movie set out of a horror film. You spent an hour getting the lights and angle on the camera just right, and us girls watched helplessly wondering what you had planned.

You dragged me from my cell and said you had a new client that wanted some ass rape porn. He had a paid a pretty penny and you were going to make sure he got his money’s worth. My ass clenched just at the thought of what you are capable of, but my pussy got wet just the same. You positioned me on the table with my ass up in the air, and the lights blazing down on my tight little asshole.  You wheeled over a table of tools, plenty of which would be perfect for the job at hand. A quick glimpse and I saw a baseball bat, a crowbar and even a broken beer bottle.

You turned on the camera and I heard some of the girls start begging you to stop. They weren’t used to the pain you inflict, and they knew the more I took, the more they would face themselves. I put my face down, and displayed my ass for you and your camera. I felt the cold metal of the crowbar sliding up and down my ass cheeks, and I knew it would be your first weapon of choice for your ass rape porn movie. I bit my own tongue to prepare for the pain, and you shoved it in without any mercy.

I felt my insides tear apart as it cut up through my pussy and into my uterus. You turned it as you would on a lugnut, and I felt my womanhood get ripped to shreds. Then you yanked it out and finally got a scream out of me. I am usually such a good slave, but you were on a mission, and what kind of movie would it be if the pathetic whore didn’t scream?

Tricked By You

My doorbell rang and when I answered, there was nothing but a vase of flowers and a note. The note said to meet you at an address I had never heard of. I know you have been watching me for some time now, but this is the first communication you have really made, other than the late night phone calls where you say nothing.  I decided to go, even though my gut was telling me I shouldn’t. But I had to know who you were and what was going on, and the flowers seemed nice, so I went.

The address was an old run down building, but I wasn’t scared because it was daylight, so I got out of my car and tried to find an open door. The back door was cracked, so I went inside. It was musty and no electricity seemed to be on. I called out, “hello?” and no one answered. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I somehow knew you were there. Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and your arm around my neck. I started kicking, but was unable to scream. That is all I remember until waking up just now, tied up, with you standing above me.

You are not what I expected, and even though I am scared, my pussy begins to throb because I know exactly what you want to do to me. I can see your hard cock through your jeans and my clothes have already been ripped. Had you already done things to me while I was passed out? I had no idea, but it felt that way. Now that I was awake, you grabbed me by the hair and shoved your cock in my mouth and told me to suck it. I did as I was told, terrified, but secretly loving how hard you were.

Then you threw me over on my side, and the way I was tied I couldn’t even move or try to stop you. You began slapping my ass so hard that it felt like I was bleeding. You spanked my tight ass for at least 20 minutes before shoving your cock deep inside my dripping wet cunt. You told me what a stupid whore I was for coming today, and I knew you were right.  I tried to tell you I wouldn’t tell anyone if you let me go, but you weren’t listening. The way you were fucking me, I know you have no intention of ever letting me go.

You made me an insatiable pain slut

bloody phone sex georgia 00You always like to remind me how helpless I am. Last night you even tied up my wrists and ankles with rope. I waited that way until morning, struggling to fall asleep because I knew a severe beating was coming. This time I want to feel the pain from every blow, I know I earned it. Didn’t you notice how I kept my eyes open until they swelled shut? I know how much you enjoy hurting me and I’m really scared now because I like it too. Every time you choke me I know it might be the last time, I could easily black out and never wake up. It gets me excited too, it’s actually the only thing that does now. Nothing will ever be the same.
Although you probably think I’m lying its the truth. While you were beating me this morning I felt ashamed of how wet it made me. My cum was gushing out and running down my thighs, you must have been too distracted by all the blood to notice. After you left me untied and alone in my room, I pressed hard into my swollen clit until I squiredt into a puddle of my own blood. I was so disgusted with myself I nearly puked. Maybe this was what you wanted all along or maybe you wanted me to always hate it. Obviously I’ll never ask, you rarely let me speak anyway. Most days I’m gagged when your pricks not stuffed deep inside my throat or I’m just locked away in my room. Sadly, all I did this week was rub my slippery pussy while I day dreamed about all the torture that awaits me. That’s how sick I am now, I can’t control it anymore

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Bad Girl Again

I tried to clean the house like you said, but its never good enough. And I know I am going to be beaten anyway, so today I decided to really try to get back at you. I was washing the dishes, and decided to leave one dirty plate in the sink. I knew it would make you furious, and I love the pain you inflict on me so much that I just couldn’t stop myself. I waited for you to get home, watched as you checked the shelves for dust. Then you spotted it – the one dish in the sink.

You walked over, and picked it up, almost in disbelief. You turned around towards me holding it in your hand. The fury in your eyes was so intense that my pussy began to tingle at the mere thought of what you were going to do. You walked over and grabbed me by the hair and made me lick the dirty garbage off the dish with my tongue. Telling me what a dirty fucking cumwhore I was and that I was going to pay for my insolence.  I licked the slime from the plate and then you dragged me to couch and tied me up.

You picked the plate back up, and began beating me with it until it broke into pieces. The bruises on my face and arms were throbbing, but my pussy was still wet. I am a pathetic waste of space, and I know you need me for your stress relief. Once the plate broke, you took a shard of the porcelain and began slicing into my bare chest with it. You pressed hard enough so that I bled, and you scratched the words “filthy whore” over my tits. The pain release was incredible, and I loved every pull of the jagged plate edge.

Once you had finished your writing, you took your cock out, dragged it through my fresh blood, and than began fucking my mouth. You fucked my face so hard I couldn’t breath, and your cock was covered in my fresh blood, making it taste coppery and so delicious. You were screaming at me that I will obey you from now on, and that I will be a good slave or else. I came down my legs as you came down my throat. I think tomorrow I will fold your socks the wrong way and wait in anticipation of your hard hands until you find them….

One of my favorite memories

taboo phone sex toni Thanksgiving is boring so I skipped it entirely. Instead I spent the day drinking, smoking, and reflecting on good times from my past. One memory that really stuck out was with my friend Sam. When we entered high school she became such a nasty cunt that by the beginning of our senior year I couldn’t tolerate anymore, something had to be done. I invited her to my house for a weekend sleep over. She accepted my invitation, probably only because of the tree house in my backyard. It was very secluded, hidden behind a very thick layer of trees. It wasn’t your typical tree house and I knew that’s what interested Sam the most. Of course it looked normal from the outside, but inside it was fully loaded. There was TV, cable, games, food, and drinks. My parents never cared much if I drank so they never hid their alcohol from me.

When Sam arrived we went straight to my tree house. I made us drinks and we watched TV for awhile. Then, that stupid little bitch starting running her mouth. She said the way that I dress and behaved was damaging her reputation. I let her ramble on about how people were teasing her for being my friend and how I needed to change. Once I’d had enough I got up and pretended I was making more drinks, but I had something a lot more fun in mind. My Dad kept a hammer in the tool drawer and while Sam blabbed on I managed to grab it without her noticing. The stupid slut made it too easy, she never saw it coming. One quick blow to the head and the torment was over for me, but hers was just beginning.

That entire weekend she was my little toy to experiment with. That blow to the head really changed her attitude. While she passed out I gagged her so no one could hear her screaming, I didn’t want our party to be interrupted. To start, I put my cigarette out on her naked thigh. I could tell she was starting to panic, but all I could was laugh. I kicked her, spit on her, and beat her with everything and in every way imaginable. When I was through with Sam she was laying in a puddle of her own blood with her face caved in. I didn’t even have to clean up the mess. All it took was one phone call and my actual friend Ray came over to help with everything.

The tree house was spotless before the sun came up and Sam was long gone. There was a missing persons report, it became old news fast. No one ever suspected me, they actually felt sorry for me because they thought I lost a friend! Obviously, I enjoyed every second of it. Even looking back now I have a smile on my face.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Brought to Life

I trusted you, and you tricked me! You said you would pay me to come over and take care of you while you had the flu. I should have known when I opened the door, and you looked fine, that something was up. I only agreed to do it as a favor to my parents, and you are supposed to be my dad’s best friend. You always scared me a little, the way you would follow me around at family parties, and I would catch you staring at me from across the room. I knew, even way back then, that there was something not good about the way you stared.

How long have you been planning this? Weeks? Months? You shut the door behind me and lock it as you shove me back against it and tell me that tonight I belong to you. Your hand goes up my shirt and twists my tiny nipple so hard it feels like its bleeding. I am so shocked I can’t even scream or try to get away. You grab me by my hair and drag me to the couch. All I can do is beg you to let me go, and promise not to tell my dad. You don’t listen at all, and tie a gag around my mouth.

You say that you’re going to live out your rape phone sex fantasies with me tonight. That you’ve been talking to a girl on the phone and you know exactly what you’re going to do to me. She told you how and why, and now you are going to play it out with me. You wrap my wrists tight in rope and I can’t believe you are going to take my body against my will. I know I am a worthless little cumslut, but I don’t deserve this. I would have let you take me if you would have asked, but that’s not what you want.

You need to dominate me and my pussy and show me how useless I am because I am a girl. You spit in my face, and continue to twist my nipples. Despite knowing what is coming, my cunt is wet with excitement. You pull my panties to the side and thrust your cock so hard inside me that I yelp through the gag. As you fuck me, you slap me so hard I see stars and can barely remain alert. I can taste blood in my mouth and see the crazy in your eyes as you pound away at my tight pussy. And you just keep saying over and over that I belong to you tonight….

Deadly Online Seduction

I was goofing around on the internet and started chatting with this guy. I was drinking a little too much and feeling pretty frisky, so I started teasing the fuck out of him. I sent him a couple naked photos of me and he sent some back. He had a huge cock and told me he liked it “rough”. I figured I could say anything from behind my keyboard, so I told him I liked it even more rough. We chatted back and forth online for a couple hours.

My buzz got stronger and I got braver so when he asked me to skype with him, I said okay. I took off my panties and gave him a teasing dirty show of my pussy I was sure he would never forget. I was laughing because I knew I had this guy so fucking worked up and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Little did I know, I had given him enough info to figure out my IP address… and therefore my address. I finally told him I was going to sleep and signed off, thinking nothing off it. I was sure the guy would be whacking off all night after the teasing he endured.

An hour later, there was a knock on my door, and before I could even get to it, it flung open. It was the guy from the computer! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t even speak, and I realized he was carrying rope and a knife. My blood ran cold, and he attacked me without hesitation. He had me tied up, legs spread, in some crazy position, telling me that he didn’t like when pretty girls tease him. I tried to apologize, but he wasn’t listening. 

He told me he was going to show me what “rough” really means, and as he fucked me, he pulled the knife out and began to stick me with it. I started screaming and even though my pussy was wet and hot from his hard pumping cock, I was terrfied. I was bleeding from several stab wounds on my chest and stomach, and right before he came, he put the knife against my throat. My last attempt at a scream was cut short by the blade, as it tore through my voicebox….

Online Dating Can Be Murder…..

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I am a bored housewife. Have a husband who is never home, brats that are only around when they want something like money, drugs or pussy. So, I created a profile on one of those adult hook up sites. Sometimes I just need a good fuck. I went to a hotel to meet this college stud to find out I had been duped. He was there all right, but so were three of his friends. When I tried to act like I had the wrong room, one of them grabbed my hair and dragged me into the room. He tied me up and they all started fucking me. Choking me as they shoved their cocks in my ass and pussy. Slapping me, punching me, strangling me, even cutting me. I was a bloody, black and blue mess.

I looked over to my left, tears in my eyes, but I could see the camera. The sick bastards were filming themselves assaulting me. Then their true objective came to light. I had been lured to my death. They were going to fuck me, then kill me, then fuck me some more as they made a snuff film. They said I should feel honored because they were going to make me famous like William Allen Grone did with his victims. He was a supposed serial killer who filmed his murders and had sex with dead bodies. He has been idolized as the first maker of snuff films, but some question his existence. It didn’t matter, if these fucks thought he was real, that was bad news for me. They added that I was a stupid cunt who deserved to die. What stupid bitch meets a stranger in a hotel room to fuck in this day and age? Those words would stay with me until I took my last breath.

necrophilia phone sex bondage milfI thought maybe this was all a hoax, engineered by my sadistic son. I mean, you see this shit in horror films, but who really lures unsuspecting women off the Internet to slaughter them, while filming it?  But when the knife plunged in to my belly, I realized I was not the victim of a hoax, but the victim of sadistic bastards out for a buck and their 15 minutes of fame.

snuff phone sex rape fantasiesI felt the warm blood oozing out of my stomach. I felt myself getting weak, tired, cold. I could hear them laughing, telling me to smile for the camera. I could feel them cumming on me as I lay their dying. Then everything went dark. Maybe I will have the respect of men in the afterlife, that I never did in life.

I am a stupid cunt whore. Despite my desire to live, I know I am a worthless fuck pig who deserves to be killed. What would like to do to me before you snuff me out? Would you fuck my dead corpse?

Bloody Family Feast

Its that time of the month for me, well, any minute anyway. I can feel the cramps and my little tits are sore as hell. You and the rest of the “family” are gathered around just waiting for a taste of me. I’m naked and tied and you hungrily check between my legs every half hour checking for the blood. The other slave whores are so hungry, they will eat anything. And the clots of blood that leak from me each month are like filet mignon to them.

You abuse my pussy and uterus all month long, creating excessive bleeding and huge chunks of flesh that flush out with my period. You collect them on plates and feed the other girls. I think our cycles are beginning to sync because we all live together in the dungeon, and I know there are other slaves ready to flow as well. You keepy checking, scraping your nails hard up inside my pussy walls. The slave sluts drooling for a meal of coppery protein.

A cramp hits me hard and I feel like my insides are coming out. I cry out, and instead of anyone giving a shit that I am in pain, you all gather around waiting for that first drop. You take the metal spoon and shove it up inside. As you draw it out, there are traces of blood onthe sides. Even I am hungry now, and I hope this family feast will satisy my tummy until the next slave whore starts to bleed.

You shove your cock inside as they all watch, and finally the real flow begins. Your cock is covered with blood and small clots and the whores lick it off and clean it up while you plate my flow for everyone. I bleed until I am dizzy, and you feed me my own uterine lining, telling me what a good little pathetic whore I am. I eat it happily, and lay back as you all take turns with your faces in my bleeding cunt. It feels so good to be able to share everything I have with you….

The Women Grimm

Killer phone sexOnce upon a time there were three beautiful triplets.  They grew up in the presence of an emotionally indifferent Father and an Alcoholic Mother.  One day their Father did not come back from a trip to the grocery store.  It took three days for their Mother to notice.  They watched as their Mother started to descend into a life changing spiral.  Night after night a new Man would come to their home.  Their Mother would tell them to go and play as she took the man upstairs to have her “Mommy” time with the man.  The one thing that the Sisters always thought confusing is that the men never left.  

Murder phone sex fantasiesAs they grew older their beauty was unmatched by any women in their town.  When their Mother brought Men home instead of them not giving the girls a second glance the Men would pull away from their Aging Mother to spend time with the girls.  The girls having been neglected by their Mother all their life took a perverse joy in having this happen. Instead of their Mother being upset by this she was pleased.  She began to spend time with them in their room. Showing them how to do their make-up, hair, and teaching them everything they could ever want to know about sex.

Mutilation phone sexSnuff phone sexThen the time came for their Mother to show them her secret.  They made their way into the attic.  There they saw many different barrels, each containing the remains of those men and women that they never seen leave the house.  Also, hanging from the rafters was the woman who had come last month to check on their welfare.  There were even various body parts scattered upon the floor.  Blood crusted and oozing fluids. Their Mother explained to them how other men and women of the world were worthless. They were only good for two things, sex and money.  They began to take after their Mother.

Evil phone sexPulling men and women into the house, taking erotic pleasure from the fact that although they were enjoying being fucked now, that the best part would come later as the blades, saw, shears and dismemberment would come later.  After all, a family that kills together can pay the bills together.