Violent phone sex fantasies can be explored anywhere, even in the club. Last, weekend, I went out with my friends. I put on a slutty number to meet my girls. The club was packed. I had not seen it that packed in over a year. We were having fun, drinking fruity drinks, and dirty dancing. We got drunk too fast. Like someone spiked our Sex on the Beaches too fast. Last thing I remembered was dancing with my trainer. He was in the club too. The next thing I remembered was waking up naked with my girlfriends and my trainer on some concrete floor. I think we were in the basement of a church because there was an alter and stained-glass windows. The alter was covered with candles and a creepy skull that looked human. Next to the skull were candles, dildos, and torture devices. We saw a guy in a hooded executioner’s outfit. He told us all we were going to be gangbang rape porn stars. Our heads were pounding. My trainer, tried to fight him, but his skull got hit with a baseball bat. He must have been collateral damage because he was with us in the club and sharing my fruity spiked drink. Our captor brought in a bunch of men who were cloaked in similar fashion. We all got ass fucked. And not with cocks. We got anally fucked with fists, a fire poker, a cattle prod, baseball bats and a blow torch. My ass was so damaged it prolapsed. All our assholes looked like deformed, bloody roses. He made us suck on her each other’s prolapsed anuses too. It made me sick to violate my friends like that. We had burns too from the blow torch. They would not turn it on when they anally fucked us with it, but they would make sure it was hot enough to scald our assholes. For hours, we were violated worse than an ass rape porn star. Eventually, we got out, but barely. Now we have disfigured assholes and may never shit right again.
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