I never plan to be a gangbang rape porn star. It just happens. Men look at me and they see victim. They see a bitch, a whore, a cunt, a slave, a sex doll, a worthless piece of shit… Most men don’t humanize me. I understand. I like to get high. I like pain and humiliation, but only when I am high. My freak side comes out when I am partying. Last night, I was not partying. My neighbor was having a party. I had boys trying to sleep, so I went next door to ask them to keep the noise down. My neighbor called me a nigger loving whore and told me to get the fuck off his property. My mistake was telling him I would call the cops. One of his friends pulled me inside and started ripping my clothes off. Soon, they were all pawing and pulling at me. My clothes were off my body and dicks were going in my ass and pussy. I was sober; I was not feeling too freaky, so I struggled and resisted. I fought, which is rare, but my neighbor is an asshole. He can’t do anything for me. He could, however, do a lot to me. Him and his friends sodomized me, fisted both holes, came and pissed on me and smacked me around too. I was kept prisoner all night. I was used as their cum dumpster and fuck slave. It was the longest night of my life.
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Making Gangbang Rape Porn with My Neighbor
Castration Phone Sex
Castration phone sex is popular on Sundays. I think men get to praying for a bigger dick; praying to be a better man and they can’t do that with a shrimp dick. Little dick losers pray at my evil alter. I don’t have empathy only contempt for small dick losers. I met Tom at a bar. We had corresponded via the dark net for months. I was encouraging him to chop off his balls. He took some convincing, but he agreed. When I came down to doing it, however, he struggled. He botched it, and only nicked his left testicle. That was when he started asking me for more than just encouragement. He wanted my help with chopping off his nuggets. I told him that would cost him. We agreed to meet. Last night, was the last day he had balls. I took him to my castration chamber after a few drinks at the bar. I explained that my castration chair was an old prison executioner chair modified to chop off balls. I gave him a shot of whiskey and strapped him in. For a clean castration, no movement can occur, or I might take the cock too. I separated his balls from his dick. I use a castration band like they do with sheep and cattle. The circulation is cut off, numbing the balls. This makes it easier to whack them off. I wanted to give him a clean cut. I used sterile medical grade scissors and snip snip the balls. It is torture sex. It hurts no matter what, just hurts less when I do it properly. Jack asses get a dirty castration with serious risk of infection. For Tom, I used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound. I’m no surgeon. He will have a nasty jagged scar, but he will live a eunuch’s life from here on out.
Taboo Phone Sex For My Evil Men
This taboo phone sex sadistic slut has news for you. It’s the fucking brat killing weekend up in the hills! I will Set free a dozen brats and mothers and let loose my sadistic perverts to hunt them down. My only objective is to use these soft sweet girls for immense sexual pleasure. And Of course, my paying customers’ cock pleasures! Once captured This Evil Slut loves to watch and touch their tiny bodies, devoid of any trace of hair and with enough baby fat to compensate for the lack of tits. There’s a good amount of humiliation going on in making them expose their slits and ass-holes like that but to me, it’s my men’s cocks that matter, more than their pain. I will shred the innocent all for my evil men who love to watch and participate in my phone sex games. My young deviant pussy is soaking from all of your blood lust. All I want is to be your imaginative brat killer whore. Let’s fuck some tiny slits up together baby! I can’t wait to be your murderess.
Younger Tighter Holes
I am a drug whore and a pain slut bitch. Which means I am always hustling. but let’s face facts I am getting old and I am not getting the type of money I once got back in the day when my holes were a hell of a lot tighter and I was a hell of a lot younger. My slutty daughters now bring in the big cash for mommy to get her fix. I have been training them to be drug whores and pain sluts since they popped out my twat. My girls are happy to help me out. They do not want me to crash I am a bitch and when I am not happy no one is. My girls still have a lot to learn when it comes to giving men a happy ending but I am always there to help spread their legs and shove their mouths on a nice big juicy cock.
Taboo Phone Sex Stories
Taboo phone sex stories are something I have many to share. I have this one kinky master who is into a lot of fetish things. We hooked up the other night in his fetish basement. He strung me up in the air in a harness. He put these little pinching clips all over my thighs and pussy. It was like a swarm of bees stung me. My thighs and pussy were pulsating with pain. It was not pain I couldn’t handle, but it was annoying constant pain. Master brought out one of those industrial sized dildos too. Please and pain. He loves to inflict both at the same time. As he masturbated me with that large wand, I started pissing. I made a mess of Master. He was not happy that I pissed on him. It was like a flood gate had opened between my legs and a geyser spewed out. He started whipping me with his belt. The belt buckle lashed my labia making my cunt lips bleed. I was begging for forgiveness, but I angered him. I took my lashings, but he left me strung up overnight, bleeding and swollen and pissing on the floor. I loved every minute of it.
He paid me to kill her
I know that I’m a cold blooded bitch but when I meet a man even worse than me I just get weak in the knees. I met a man like that last week, he came to see me because he heard that I was willing to kill for a price. Obviously I was more than ready to kill anyone but when he said that the target was his own wife… and that he wanted her to be fucked to death while he watched… well, that just turned me on! We did it last night, he drugged her drink and once she was passed out he loaded her in the car and drove her to me. I had a dozen men there waiting, all of them had hard cocks and a sadistic temperament and they were ready to kill. We threw her body to the men and watched them rip her clothes off and brutally fuck her, she was screaming and begging for help but she was too drugged to fight back and in the end she died there. Once she was dead her husband paid me and fucked me right there over her dead body, it was the best I had ever had!
Gangbang Rape Porn in a Moving Van
Gangbang rape porn was not on my to do list yesterday. In a rare moment, I was sober. I was out of coke, but I had mom duties to do. I had to grocery shop and take the boys to appointments. I had finished my mom duties and decided to go to the gym. I had a nice work out, but on way out, a group of men grabbed me and stuffed me into a minivan. They were young 20s and very aggressive. I was kidnapped and traveling in a fuck van. One guy was driving, but the rest were in the back of the van fucking me on a dirty mattress. They used my back door like I was their private ass rape porn star. They pulled my limbs in different directions. My shoulder got dislocated; I heard it pop and the pain hit quickly. They shoved cocks in my mouth, pussy and ass while the one guy drove around town. No one would know I was in a rape fantasy mobile. I tried screaming, but no one could hear me. My best bet was to ride it out until they had their fun. I swear they drove around for a couple hours before they pushed me out of the van under a bridge in the seedy part of town. For once, I was not looking for trouble, but it found me nonetheless.
Snuff Porn Mall Brats
Snuff porn was on my mind when I saw this gang of mean girls berating a coffee house girl at the mall the other night. They were high school girls. Nothing meaner on earth or more vacuous either than teen girls. The queen bitch was complaining that the barista spelled her name the common spelling. Apparently, that little whore is a Tiffani, but her cup said Tiffany. Slut thought the barista was calling ger common. When she called the barista a stupid whore, I killed her in my head a few times over. Mean girls like that just grow up to be meaner girls that the world doesn’t need. I knew how to lure them away. You play to their vanity, to their sense of entitlement. I told them I was a talent scout for a horror movie. Girls like them always believe me. I took them to my cabin in the woods. I gave them drinks spiked with high levels of gelsemium, which is a toxic plant that causes paralysis. It is felt quickly too. They couldn’t move. They fell to the ground with a thud and I used their bodies for torture sex. I cut up their perfect, pretty faces. I sexually mutilated them. They could feel the pain, but they were powerless to fight or do anything about it. I could see the tears of pain. I carved names like whore and slut and bitch in their flesh, then pissed into their wounds. I was enjoying every moment too. I tortured them for 24 hours before I slit their throats and fed them to the wild animals. No one will find their remains because when the coyotes get done with them, I will burn their bones if any are left. The world will thank me for getting rid of more teen bitches.
Slut sacrifice
Taboo phone sex is some good fun. I like to take a young whore and sacrifice them. See you in hell slut. I especially have an appetite for those goody goods that are bad apples. Nothing better than ruining a hypocrite slut. I know a slut when I see one. I see the act and show you put on is all for pretend. You are a cum eating slut. I see you at sex parties. I choose you to ruin and sacrifice. I like holding you hostage and torturing you and making you plead. You will never be more than a dumb cum slut. I get such satisfaction ruining your holes with a nice sharp blade. I enjoy Cutting out your clit. I love snipping your nipples. I admit it’s too satisfying. Your blood-curdling screams are music to my ears.
Torture Sex on Tinder
Torture sex is something I am no stranger to as a pain slut. I was a cutter as a young girl. I loved being in control of my pain. Now, I am rarely in control of my pain. I run with a bad crowd. I love bad boys and I have daddy issues, which means I lack good judgement when it comes to men. I met Charles online. It was Tinder, and I was looking for sex. I wasn’t looking for violent sex, however. I don’t always want to be abused, but because of my issues, I don’t judge character well. The signs were there in hindsight that Charles was a sadistic man not looking for casual sex. He didn’t want to fuck, well he didn’t want to fuck gently. He wanted to torture me; he wanted snuff sex. He told me he is in trouble with the law. He fucked some street hooker who lied about her age and she blackmailed him. He assumed the law was on his side because she was a street whore, but he was wrong. He didn’t pay her, and she called the cops. Funny, she was a buxom blonde too, just much younger than me. I should have realized that when he told me the story, that I was going to be the surrogate for his rage. He sodomized me with such force and anger, my asshole prolapsed. He choked me as he fucked me too. I still have purple ligature marks around my neck. I signed up for casual sex, but he wanted to fuck me to death. He damn near came close too. My ass is prolapsed, my neck is purple, and I can barely walk today. Just another day in the life of this fucked up taboo phone sex whore with daddy issues.










