I held my hands out to catch my balance as I stumbled down the hallway. I only had one beer, I thought I must had been shit faced already. I was just a little brat then, thought I knew it all. My mom always warned me to stay away from the neighbor. I couldn’t help but tease him when I went outside. I know teens were a part of the taboo phone sex shit that mom always blabbered on about but I did not give a fuck. She made me so mad one night and took away my cell phone. Like a knight in shining armor he let me come into his place and gave me a beer.
It did not take long till the drug that he slipped in it kicked in. Like I said back then I thought I was just drunk. I sat back onto the couch. He was right there by my side to make sure I was “okay.” He started to unbutton my skirt but my arms were like jello. He ripped my shirt up and put his tongue all over my body. He shoved his fingers inside of my cunt and I cried out asking him to stop. It hurt so badly. He was rough, and this was not how I thought my first time would be. Tears fell down the sides of my cheeks. He pulled his hand from my skirt licking the blood from his fingers. He had popped my cherry and was very excited about it.
He pulled his cock from his pants and straddled my face standing on either side of me on the couch. He held my nose as I tried to jerk my head free from his grasp. One my mouth opened he hooked his finger against my bottom teeth pulling my mouth open wider to force his cock deep into my throat. I puked up all over his cock. He slapped me across the face for being such a nasty bitch. He was about done with me he said throwing me onto the flood and pulling my ass up to him. He ripped my skirt off and shoved his cock inside of my pussy. I cried as he took away my virginity, my first rape fantasy. I wonder how everything would had been if I listened to my mother. Too late now I guess.
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Taboo Phone Sex; My First Rape Fantasy
Taboo Phone Sex Family Rape Porn Fun
Taboo phone sex is my specialty. I have long lived a taboo lifestyle with my boys. My oldest son use to be mommy’s little boy, now he is mommy’s master. He went from submissive to dominant almost overnight. Usually he is good to me, but occasionally he likes to abuse me, even pimp me out. He was in one of his less loving moods recently. He had been looking at family rape porn and vintage bondage films. I guess it got his head swirling. He came home from school, grabbed me roughly off the couch and made me strip naked. I thought he was going to force fuck me to relieve some stress. Maybe give my ass a good hardcore fucking.
He made me put on a coat and he tossed me into the car. We drove up to the lake cabin. Nothing good ever happens to me in the cabin. We were not alone. There was a family there. WTF? He has pimped me out before, but never to a family. He shoved me on the ground, tied my hands behind my back and started forcing fucking my face while a couple and their two brats watched. “This is how you treat mommy whores,” he said as he grabbed my red locks and slammed my head on his cock. My eyes were watering as he assaulted my face with such force. After he came down my throat, he tossed me to the man. I assumed to fuck me, but the guy tied me up. As he was hogtying me, I noticed the little boy and girl holding rope. They grabbed their momma and followed suit.
Just two little tykes with evil in their eyes as they bound and gagged their momma. She didn’t put up a fight. This Norman Rockwell looking family was a taboo incest family like mine, only the brats were starting way younger than my son did on using their mommy. My son started fucking my mouth again as the papa force fucked my ass. The two brats abused their mommy in similar fashion. The little angelic looking girl took a big dildo strapon to her mommy’s ass with no lube while her brother skull fucked her with his boy pecker. They were calling their mother all sorts of nasty names and wailing on her fuck holes hard. I’m seasoned. She was not. Her ass started bleeding from the ass assault her daughter was giving her. My son was so turned on watching that little sprite force fuck her mommy’s ass that he came all over my face again.
We both were bound for hours. The brats took turns fucking us and practicing their rope skills. I had been pimped out for some taboo family learning lesson on how to break mommies into submission. I was being dominated by wee ones from hell. I’d never seen such aggression in brats so young. Bad seeds indeed. I actually felt sorry for her. She married the devil and bore his spawn. She has decades of daily family abuse in store for her.
Taboo Phone Sex Taught By Snuff Porn Comics
I have always dreamed of the day that I would be able to be as big of a bad ass as one of my favorite comic book heroes that I look up to. I guess hero is not that right word, well not the word at all. Villains of course are my cup of tea. My favorite, and who I base a lot of my taboo phone sex mayhem from is Harley Quinn. She is a mean nasty little cunt who laughs as she dismembers her enemies, or someone who just makes her mad at that second. I love how she smiles and giggles her way through torturing her victims in the snuff porn comics that I read.
I giggle too, as I tear my hand up through one of my little brats that I am turning into my own little play puppet. She likes to fuck too, uses her sexuality to her advantage. I also am like that, my pretty colored hair and tattoos are starting to grab more and more attention. My clients flock to me for all of their play time fun. One day I shall make a xxx snuff porn of Harley Quinn, actually I think I am going to make that my next project. HA!ha!HA!ha! Now I just need to find my Mister J.
Castration Phone Sex Inspiration from Snuff Porn Comics
Castration phone sex really excites me. You would be surprised how many men know they don’t deserve their balls. I consider myself a castration queen. I have no qualms about taking your balls on the phone or in real life. I’ve been saving the world one ball at a time for awhile now. Certain people should never be allowed to procreate. Some do not deserve the pleasure of cumming. Hell, some don’t even deserve the right to continue breathing. On occasion, some pathetic excuse for a man will hire me to castrate him and I deem him more suitable for snuff porn. Usually, any loser who wants his junk removed by someone else is so weak and wretched that they are worthy of death anyway.
Eli was one such loser. I was all prepared to take his balls. I watched some torture porn, castration videos, even looked at some hot snuff porn comics for inspiration on just how to remove his junk. I hate to be boring and just snip balls off in a nice neat fashion. The way I see it, if you want your balls removed with a surgeon’s precision, you call a doctor, not me. I’m like the back alley abortion doctor for castration! The more I researched Eli, however, the more I decided he needed a hell of lot more gone than his nut sack. He has sired 9 brats that he doesn’t pay for; been married 4 times; been collecting disability for drug addiction for years; and has several charges against him for animal abuse and domestic violence. Clearly this loser can’t pick a fair fight and his testicles are the least of his worries.When he arrived, I collected his money, strapped him to my castration chair and let him believe I was going to just give him the service for which he paid. He asked about all the plastic under the chair. I was matter of fact in my response, “I don’t want you making a mess on my carpet.” I tied up his balls tight to restrict the blood flow, strapped his cock to the board, then used my big jaws of life pliers to take his balls clear off with one motion. There was a lot of blood, which I didn’t mind, but it made him so queasy he passed out. When he woke up, he wondered why he was still strapped to my chair. “Because you are a drain on society. No one will miss you. And I want you dead,” I replied blissfully. He thought it was a joke, I read back to him his litany of offenses. “Mother Theresa would want you dead, you fucking loser,” I retorted.
I let him plead and whine for a bit on why I should spare his life because it was amusing. I channeled my inner Mrs. Voohres and chopped his head clear off with an axe. The blood was profuse. It was exciting to watch his body twitch, blood spurt from his neck stump until he finally went lifeless. I felt myself getting my angel wings for ridding the world of another dreg of society. Something I had seen if one of those snuff comics stuck with though. This image of an evil seductress like me, covered in blood, sitting naked on the head of the loser she just killed, like it was her trophy. I decided to imitate art. I sat on his head like a tyke does on one of those bouncy balls, rubbed my pussy on his dead head while holding his lifeless pecker and celebrated another dead loser. Perhaps I could mount his head to the wall like a deer?
Be careful what you ask for with me because you might just get it.
Snuff Porn is Better Than Spiders: What is Your Fear?
What is your worst fear? Mine is spiders. Snuff porn is better fate to me. I hate spiders. I have a horrible fear of being paralyzed and covered in mutant spiders. Not your garden variety daddy long legs, but SyFy movie channel 8 legged creatures from hell. One of my masters discovered my fear and used it to break me. I was sitting in his dungeon, chained. It was dank and smelled rotten. I had no idea what he was going to do to me. He was not my full time Master, but a guy my Master sold me to for a weekend. He found me obstinate, but really I was just scared. I promised I would be a good slut, but he smacked me, chained me up and left me in the dark to think about my “unacceptable willfulness.”
I wasn’t down there long when I felt things crawling all over me. Was I imaging it? I’ve heard that fear can induce psychosis. I tried to swat the creatures off me, but my hands were bound. I tried twitching my body as much as I could to get whatever was crawling on me off. Then panic sunk in. More started crawling on me and I knew it was spiders. I could feel them falling from the ceiling. My heart raced, I peed myself, and I started shaking and sobbing. I heard laughter from above me. They weren’t falling from the rafters, they were being dumped on me. Suddenly, the lights came on and huge ass creepy spiders covered my body. These were inbred looking mother fuckers. Not regular spiders.
I screamed so loudly, but one got in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but more fell inside. I tilted my head, spit them out and begged for mercy. Managed to get out a “I’ll do anything,” before an 8 legged freak tried to climb in my mouth again. He came down from the rafters with a fire hose. Although I was glad they were off me, the hose was so forceful it bruised my skin and took off some flesh. “You gonna be a good fuck pig now,” he inquired with a devilish smile. I nodded incessantly; I was still too freaked out to utter a word. His scare tactics worked. I would do anything no matter how sick or perverse to not endure my worst nightmare again.
Ass rape porn was what was in store for me next. Master cleaned me up, tied me to a bench and ushered in about 50 men who sodomized me one after another. My ass was gaping open with what felt like as much cum as there was water in that fire hose running out. But I was happy to be anally tortured and force fucked. I’d rather be snuffed out than be covered in creepy 8 legged creatures ever again.
Dating on Craigslist
I answered this ad on Craigslist for a guy who was looking for a date. We emailed back and forth a few times and exchanged pictures and then decided to go out.
So we head to this local bar for a few drinks. The date totally sucked. He paid no attention to me at all. My date started playing poker with this guy almost as soon as we got there. The guy he was playing with came up next to me and got a drink and said, “It looks like you are going home with me.”
I looked at him kind of funny and he said, “If your friend loses, I win you.”
What the fuck! He is using me in a bet!
When it was over, my date had lost. The other guy grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the men’s bathroom.
He pushed me against the wall and forced his cock in my dry cunt. He was forcing my face into the wall and I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he rammed his cock in me over and over.
He shot that chunky dick snot up inside me bringing a little relief to my stinging raw pussy. Then he let go and pulled up his pants and said that he didn’t care if I played along or not, but he won me fair and square and I am his whore for the rest of the night.
Before I new it, he slapped a collar and chain around my neck and started yanking me back out into the bar. He told me it wouldn’t do me any good to fight and shackled my wrists and pad locked me to the bar! Before he walked away to shoot another game, he introduced me to his friend, Joe. Then he ordered me to suck Joe’s cock while he finished up his game!
I looked at him like he was crazy and that’s when he slapped me across the face!
“I said….Suck Joe’s cock you fucking whore!”
I knelt down and did as he said, my wrists and neck, still chained to the bar. Joe held my had and chocked me with his meat. I cried as he slammed it down my throat. I was so relieved when he finally shot his load, filling up my mouth.
My hair was a mess and hurt from being pulled. My mascara ran down my face. My mouth was tired and filled with the nasty taste of Joe’s bitter cum!
I thought I was done when he zipped up his pants. But as he turned and walked away, I saw a line of men waiting to dump their salty load in my gaping mouth!
One by one men fucked my face as my limp body stayed chained to the bar. My stomach turned from guzzling so much jizz.
The next thing I remembered, I woke up and the place was empty except for some old guy who unchained me so he could mop around me.
My body hurt so much as I made my way home, once again doing the walk of shame through the streets as the sun comes up.
Domination phone sex
He started calling me a few weeks ago.
He wants to be my slave, my cum slut whore, my knotted dick lover.
Last night during our call he became my scat man.
I loved playing with my pussy as he grunted and dug into his own ass hole.
He finally shit letting out a very sexy low moan.
I listened as he did what I told him.
He walked into the other room, and wiped his shit on his cunt wife’s face.
He shouted in her ear “I am IVY’s WHORE! I love her bloody pussy, I will do anything I can do for her!!”
I laughed and laughed as he shouted at her over and over.
I listened to him rub his cock until he finished all over her shit covered face.
I wanted more, But our time over.
Sadly I couldn’t get him to bend down and pull my tampon out and use it for his morning tea.
I would have loved watching him drink a part of me.
Taboo Phone Sex Games with Blair: Submissive Whore for Hire
Taboo phone sex subjects are my favorite for phone calls. Incest, rape fantasies, torture, BDSM, bathroom play, four legged friends, even snuff. You don’t call me if vanilla is what you crave. I’m a subby bitch whore in real life and on the phone. This weekend my son pimped me out to one of his friends. He does that often. “Why should one of my friends pay for common street hooker, when they can buy you. A suburban, classy, clean soccer mom,” he said to me as he pushed me into the arms of Edgar, a 45 year old co worker of his with a love for S and M games. I was blindfolded and thrown in the back of his van.
He threw me in a cage in his basement where I remained for 24 hrs in the dark with no food, water or human contact. I was forced to pee and defecate in the cage. Because I could not see, I was stepping in my own waste. I felt so violated. When Edgar returned for me he called me a “filthy pig.” I was forced to oink like a pig and roll around in my own shit. I wanted to wretch. This was not how I wanted to be treated. “You were bought and sold bitch. Stop your whining. I own you for at least another day,” he quipped as he pulled my head back gruffly and slapped a heavy chain around my neck.
I stood before him, naked, covered in my excrement, shackled and scared. He used a cattle prod to shock me, which made me piss down my leg further. He shoved the prod up my ass and I convulsed so hard I shit and puked all over the floor. These torture sex games went on for hours until I passed out in a pool of my body fluids. I woke up back in the cage with the words “dirty fuck pig” carved into my chest.
I thought that was the end of it; that I would soon be home to my son. It was just the beginning. I felt a fire hose turn on me, washing the skank off me. Naked, wet and scared, I was yanked from the cage, thrown in a room and sodomized for hours. Ass rape porn was part of the package. Edgar shared my tight asshole with about 50 of his closest friends. Instead of being covered in my own shit and piss, I was now doused in cum. By the time they were done with me, I prayed for death. I wondered if my son knew just how badly his business associate was going to treat his mommy? How would you treat your mother?
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Torture phone sex; my online experience
Snuff Porn, The Demise of Innocence
When Master first took me, I was still in that delightfully excited pet phase. He was not into the snuff porn as much then, but that did not stop him from inviting the Devil’s Princess over for some Taboo Phone Sex Fun. I thought that she was another one of his cumsluts. I thought that he just tortured her a little bit like me. I met her at school, she looked innocent enough so to say. We chit chatted one day in the bathroom while we were at school. I was not till I got back home and Ivy was sitting on the couch that I knew her intentions were different.
My impression on Master’s company was so much different then. I thought everyone was as sweet as he was. That is how innocent I was, I though Master was sweet. He asked me to strip for Ivy, she had a weird look in her eyes but I was not sure why yet. I looked at him confused, he had never had me do anything like this. I started to protest and what hit with a quick fist across the face. I whimpered grabbing the side of my cheek. It stung my face but really my hear more. I slowly took off my clothes and sat in front of them, I spread my legs so that Ivy could see my hairy cunt.
Ivy stared for a second, I was not quite sure what she was going to do. She questioned whether or not I knew what they called her. I was not sure who they was, although I know now it is all the ass holes of the snuff porn ring Master belonged to. I gave her attitude as I told her no, I did not give a fuck what they called her either. She grabbed my throat in a strong hold and pushed me back into the chair. I kicked and clawed at her hands as they gripped harder, keeping air from entering my lungs. Ivy leaned in close to my faces and shouted that she was the Devil’s Princess and I was to treat her with the respect she deserved.
She took a knife from her back pocket and held it to my throat as she started to undo her pants, pulling them down and reveling her pretty cunt. She forced me to put my mouth on it. I started to lick at her clit and it was then that she held my head against her hard. My mouth filled with the warm acidic liquid. I tried to back off as that bitch pissed in my mouth. I whimpered and tried to get loose. Ivy hit me with the back handle of the knife. She continued to torture me, she sliced my skin and forced he fist into my ass hole stretching me wide. When she was done I realize Master was recording the whole thing and curled into a ball while he and Ivy laughed at my pain. If I would had known then what I know now I would not have given them the satisfaction.