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Kidnapping Juliet Phone Sex

Kidnapping phone sexI love been taken over the streets by you. You’ve watched me for a while, you know my patterns my friends, where I like to go. You know that I’m just a little whore who likes to be beaten so if I went missing no one would even bat an eye. My lust for pain was bound to catch up to me eventually. You’re excited as you follow me down the road staring on my long legs, making your cock hard. You start to imagine all the things your going to make a dumb whore like me do for you. You can’t help yourself, you lunge forward and start to choke me from behind while no one is around. While I lose consciousness you drag me back and toss me into the trunk of your car before speeding me away to my end.

Bloody and Painful Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars like me are often strung out addicts. You need to be high to take anal torture. I was partying with a dealer and his friends over the weekend. I trade my holes for blow or whatever drug I can get. He gave me some coke if I entertained his friends. Of course, I let him pass me around like a piece of candy. It is just sex. I have fucked for far less in my life. My coke habit is expensive. My allowance doesn’t begin to cover what I use. So, years ago I learned that trading my body for blow was a smart move. It is a dangerous move too because when you barter for drugs, guys know they can do anything to you. Only a skanky bitch would trade her fuck holes for blow. To them that means anything goes, even anal torture sex. I was high, but not high enough to not feel the pain of several fists in me at once. Two fists went in my ass simultaneously. They got as deep as their elbows. Even high as fuck, I felt that shit. My ass prolapsed and bled. They laughed and joked about kicking my ass back in. They were high on something that made them more sadistic. One dude put a chain around my prolapsed ass and walked me around the room like a dog. Even though I was the pet, the other guys pissed in my face like they were dogs. I could hear my dealer saying, “Make that dirty whore earn her coke guys.” That they did. I was fisted so hard and so deep I may never sit or shit right again. I was forced to drink piss and suck dicks clean that were covered in my shit and blood. I was fucked for hours and humiliated over and over. Small price to pay for free drugs when you are an addict.

Torture Sex on National Corn on the Cob Day

torture sexMaster pimped me out for some torture sex. He needed money and he said I was his only commodity. He sold me for the day to a bunch of hillbilly farmers. Apparently, it was National Corn on the Cob Day. As they strapped me down to some machine used to husk corn, the boys from deliverance had an evil grin on their faces. I swear, I felt like I was in a Wrong Turn movie.  They were in overalls, missing many teeth and looked like they were a few generations into inbreeding. My only hope was that they would force fuck me with corn on the cob instead of their hillbilly dicks.  Be careful what you wish for. They had a barrel of freshly husked corn for my fuck holes. I swear, I heard Dueling Banjos playing as they grabbed corn ears to sodomize me with. They had a sick way of celebrating National Corn on the Cob Day. They made an ass rape porn with me as the star, rather my asshole as the star and corn cobs as my co-star. You wouldn’t think that corn on the cob would hurt, but when you have inbred freaks shoving 4 and 5 ears of thick corn in your ass at once, you are screaming bloody murder. I was out in some desolate corn farm too. No one could hear my screams. I tried to think of something else, anything else, but these inbred mother fuckers smelled awful. They were hands down the most disgusting men master has ever sold me too. I was the star of some bizarre corn on the cob snuff porn. I was trying to see the positive. Corn on the cob was better than their cocks. Corn on the cob was just foreplay. After my fuck holes were bloody and gaping, they hillbilly fucked me. Their dicks were dirty and deformed, likely diseased too. Who would have thought I would have ever wished to be gang banged by corn on the cob over cock. Happy Corn on the Cob day my ass. I don’t think I can ever look at corn the same way again.

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Gangbang Rape Porn in the Dirty Bookstore

gangbang rape pornI was not expecting to star in a gang rape porn in the adult bookstore. I went in to get a new vibrator. Usually, I am alone there besides the counter guy. He knows me by name. I go through sex toys like a porn star. There were some trucker guys there looking at the blow up sex dolls and flesh lights. One of the guys started talking to me, but I don’t engage strangers in sex shops. I was polite and brief. They started talking about the stuck up redhead. I started to walk to the counter, but one guy grabbed me. I saw another guy hand the counter guy a bunch of money. Hush money was my guess. I was in trouble.  I heard one of the guys say something like why get a sex doll when there was a live whore right here. They blindfolded me and ripped off my clothes. Cocks were in my mouth, pussy and ass. It went from gangbang to ass rape porn. They were fisting my ass and using sex toys in the store on me. It hurt. I was crying. Even the store clerk got in on the action, forcing his barely legal dick up my dry ass. They told me I asked for it being alone in a dirty bookstore. Perhaps they were right. Wherever I go, I have a knack for getting in trouble. I guess I give off that worthless whore vibe.

I Need The Pain

Taboo phone sexI love allowing someone to take complete control over me. It makes me feel complete, less worried. Takes off the burden of making the small decisions. Having no choice is a lot easier then being the one making a choice. Sex now feels empty without some kind of force in place. I need to feel pain in order to feel any pleasure. I’ve gotten so use to the abuse that without it, I feel almost nothing other then dissatisfaction. Is it so much to want every hole to be taken advantage of, to have my body destroyed in the name of pleasure. I submit to you, I’m completely under your control for whatever you desire. I love being your submissively little bitch.

Feeding You That Manhood

Castration Phone SexI love tormenting my sissy fuck faggots like you. I am a very sadistic cunt who has no remorse for the things I do. There is a reason I wear stiletto heels, one instance is when I crush balls while making stupid pin pricks stroke what they call a dick but I call a joke. I love the feeling of the balls squeezing and them whimpering and I slap that stupid face. I love making a guy stroke harder while I cut your balls out of that sack and drip the blood as lube and don’t you dare cry, you are a man not a bitch. I make deep cuts on that manhood of yours and make you keep stroking even though it’s bloody playdough at this point. Keep stroking like you are going to cum and I just slice it off cutting into your soft fleshy hand. I tell you to open up and I feed your vienna sausage to you. You fall over and I stand there getting myself off laughing the whole time.

Torture Sex Fantasy: Death by Orgasm

torture sexHe had a torture sex fantasy. I was the perfect star. He bought me at a black market auction for bimbos. He bought me for a steal too because I had outlived my usefulness to any man. My new master immediately put chains on me. Leg irons and handcuffs too.  He thought I was moving too slow. “Let’s go Bitch,” he yelled as he slapped me across the tits. I picked up the pace. I inquired where he was taking me. He informed me he was some sort of scientist. A mad scientist who was using me as his Guinea pig for a new assassination technique. He planned to inject me with some microscopic robots that would invade my heart and when I orgasmed would kill me by stopping my heart. His plan was death by orgasm. He stripped me naked, put a leather collar around my neck that kept my head from moving.  I was lead downstairs into the dark death chamber basement. I was scared and aroused. A spreader bar kept me from closing my legs as he examined my wet pussy and mocked me for being aroused at my ultimate demise. He injected his mad experiment into my right thigh. I felt weird suddenly. My body was taut, restrained and spread eagle. He used a variety of instruments, including his fingers to masturbate me. As hard as I tried to think of other things, unpleasant things, I found myself aroused. My wet pussy betrayed me. He was determined to make a snuff porn with his purchased whore. I fought the pleasure, but it was impossible. I am a pain slut. Deep down, I knew I deserved to die. I had just hoped, I would not go out like this. I came. I came heard. I felt my body stiffening and soon after chest pain.  In the end what gave me the most pleasure in life, killed me. What is your snuff fantasy?

You Can Love Me To Death

Violent phone sexMy new Daddy hurts me a lot. He can’t help it. He has to hurt me, he has to make me cry. It’s the only way he can give me his warm thick cummy. I only want him to feel good and give him exactly what he wants. Last night when he was beating on me I blacked out, and thought I wouldn’t wake up. Daddy was scared that I wouldn’t let him be rough with me any more, that I would try to run away. But I’m not going to run away, I’m not afraid of Daddy’s love. Not matter how much it hurts, I will stay until Daddy decides to throw my body away. Maybe I’m just to pathetic.

Snuff Sex by Suffocation

snuff sexSnuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face.  I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.

 

Gangbang Nightmare Ch.4

Taboo phone sexMy man traded me to the 5th Ward Crips for four crack rocks. They keep me in a room with a boarded up window and a dirty mattress on the floor. These thugs treat me worse than a plastic sex doll. My jaw aches from blowing multiple men for hours at a time. And my pussy and asshole hurt from this never-ending gangbang.
Tec-9 walked into the room with a dog leash and an evil grin on his tattooed face. He put the collar around my neck and walked me into the front room on my hands and knees. I was completely naked and felt totally exposed being the only female in room full of dangerous gang members. In the corner of the room, a gangster had a furry friend on a leash. The gangster let the leash go and the furry friend ran straight towards me. He mounted my back and his pink cock enter my tight cunt. He humped me and the gangsters laughed. The furry friend panted in my ear and his drool slid down my back. His cock knotted inside me and I couldn’t pull away. The gang laughed even more at my struggle to get away from the furry friend. I felt totally humiliated and completely defeated. When will the living hell end?