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BDSM Chat is where I confess the nasty sins of my fucking life! When I was a very young girl before I was sold into sex trafficking, I used to ask for a doctor’s visit every single week! My Mommy and Daddy were so confused, but they took me every week for my special examination. He would pick me up and bend my young little body over the exam table. “Spread your tushy so Doctor Daniels can have a better look.” He would say softly, and I’d reach my little hands back and open my ass hole wide so he could start with one finger and end with his extremely hard and fucking long cock! He never pounded me too fast, no. Doc loved to take his time and it always felt like the best poop of my life so naive me loved it, too. He’d tell my parents he put some antibacterial cream in my “sphincter” so they’d never suspect it was two cum loads they always found in my little girl panties. It would sometimes take days to drip out of my butt, and I knew that when my panties were finally running dry, it was time to go back and get some more for my hiney hole!

I still go back for my exams. My doctor has retired since then, but his five sons have taken over the practice in every way possible.

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You read that right, and you know what I’m begging for and why I’m doing extreme fetish phone sex. I have two young daughters and an very big interest in turning them into little breeding fuck dolly whores. I think they need to experience the abuse I’ve been through as a sex trafficking “victim”, including being bound, drugged, gagged, and shown absolutely no mercy.

I want them to be shaking so bad they couldn’t take a clear photo of their bruises and burns for the social worker if they tried. Master told me he would help me, and after that I knew there would be no going back. Neither of my girls would ever recover from being victims of my rape phone sex fantasies – especially not the way I knew Master was going to treat them. he put an old film up on the screen for my bitches and showed them exactly the way I used to be treated.

There was no way to save them, and even though they tried to run Master threw them down on the bed. He made them huff the stuff and down they went into dreamland. This would be one of those erotic submissive stories to remember.

Then he ripped all their clothes off and forced his cock inside of them one by one. If that doesn’t teach them to submit and give in to their fate as personal pocket pussies, I don’t know what will.

 

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His cock was slopping in and out of me so hard I didn’t know how to speak! It was so crazy the way he was fucking me and my submissive pain slut pussy was throbbing! I needed to cum so bad but every time he knew I was close he would stop and pull me back from the edge by beating the insides of my thighs with his studded leather belt! Even then, my cunt would drool down and drip a nasty grool puddle on the floor which he would always piss in and make me clean up later. At this point, the welts were running blood down the pale snow of my thighs, and that’s when he’d come back and cum all over them so it fucking burned like a bitch. It’s what I deserve though, isn’t it?

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My pussy was pouring down my thighs while he was fucking me from behind – this was hardcore bondage. I was bound, and I could feel their eyes on me. I knew all the men were watching. I got picked up as a coke whore mommy, and even my brats were watching from the sidelines. Though they were getting just as used as me! One of my girls was bent in half and getting flogged on the soles of her pretty little feet, the backs of her calves and thighs, and those swollen pussy lips leaking with excitement.

My other little girl was tied down, legs spread like a fucking whore, and getting used like a slut by a fuck machine just so they could make pleasure slave training videos! They were barely hanging on as their tits and fuck holes were getting seriously violated! I was getting fucked and made to watch, conditioning me to get off on my own offspring getting used like fucking whores! Not that I needed the conditioning, I’ve been a PMommy since my first little came along. And now? I’d do anything to watch them get treated exactly how they deserve. Like dirty little whores who are going to grow up and be torture phone sex stars just like their nasty, subby Mommy.

 

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I was rubbing my pussy furiously as tears poured down my face. My cunt was sloppy, and it was slurping along all nasty and wet as I played in it. He was in front of me, holding my daughter. “Say it.” He ordered. There was no way to say no. “Please show my daughter your rape fantasies. Please abuse her and force your cock into her.” I sobbed as my cunt got wetter and wetter. “Mommy please no!” My girl screamed. But, I’m a worthless, bad Mommy, and this was the shit that turned me on. He and I both knew I was going to cum while I watched him breed my little girl, and we both knew it wasn’t going to be the last time he called me for something like this.

When he’s done using my girl, he’ll stuff his cock down my throat until I’m gagging and choking. Like I can’t breathe! That’s just to make sure his fuck meat is all lubed up so he can really pound my worthless Mommy pussy. What sort of Mommy loves seeing rape fantasies and forced breeding on their brats? The masochistic whore with a deep non consensual kink. And that’s me, baby. Tracy.

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Freaky perverts seem so interested in my sex trafficking tales! I remember the first time I got left for dead with a sloppy cream pie cunt and a cigarette smoking from my used hole after a massive gangbang. Those men had paid for me in cold, hard cash and after fucking me senseless for what felt like days, they saw I wasn’t breathing and was getting cold to the touch. I think I just over dosed for a minute before bouncing the fuck back, because even though I’m a worthless fuck whore, I’m fucking resilient as Hell.

When I woke up, the cleaning people had found me in the hotel. I had a toilet scrub brush shoved up my ass, a cigarette butt pooled in a dried ocean of cum under my ass, and I looked like I’d been through some intense torture phone sex.

But it was just another gangbang. They called the police, and the cops were hard in their uniforms as they loaded me into the back of the car to take me to the hospital. I was all over the one who rode in the back with me, so desperate to get just one more cum load. He was finding it pretty hard to resist me, and even let me slip my hand into his pants so I could jack him off. What can I say? I was born and raised into a sexy, horny, cock hungry bitch. I can’t help but be a submissive slut.
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Mommy was raised as a sex trafficking slave, and every moment of my fantasies are spent with me having unholy things forced upon me by nasty, abusive men; now I can only get off using submissive phone sex or some other display of my inferiority to men. I’ve turned into a dirty house whore who makes discreet house calls to the really sick fucks out there. They bring me in their home all nice, and I stare at the photos of the wives they hate while they put cigars out along my back, or spank me until their wrist hurts from the swing; never mind my poor, raw ass! I get treated like a worthless fuck toy, a simple breeding whore, and that’s the life for Mommy Tracy.

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Master makes me sell myself on the phone sex sites. He says I don’t need to advertise, just keep my little journal and the perverted sadists will cum. And they do come, come to use and abuse my broken slutty body. They want to not only use me as their literal whipping bitch but also as the cum dumpster they never dreamed of. I “escaped” sex trafficking but it never really leaves you baby, does it? No, that shit sits in your core and does what it did to me – turned me into a masochistic little whore. I need to hurt if I’m going to cum. I need to feel suffering and pain, or that orgasm will never ever be mine. And it shouldn’t be; all of me belongs to men.

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What I need is more than just taboo role play; I need to be violently abused by a sadistic fuck who wants to see me snuffed out and left in the gutter. I dream of being captured on the street and getting violently fucked. I want them to rip and fill up every orifice of my pathetic body with cum before they carve their names into my flesh, and then tie me up behind their car and drag me through the street. I can run a little, but not with a vehicle so they’ll just end up dragging me along behind on the ground, leaking cum, blood, and my own juices as I beg God for the sweet release of death I don’t deserve.

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Submissive WhoreMaster’s baseball bat crashed into my swollen belly again. He was on an abortion warpath because his condom had broken while he was fucking me and my period was late. Master didn’t want any buns in my oven, he said I wasn’t any good that way. He was going to beat me to a bloody pulp, or at least until the swell in my belly vanished and blood seeped out from between my thighs. Master was enjoying beating me, I could see how hard his cock was through his pants, and I knew he would want to fuck me like a monster later when I could barely breathe.

It was tragic, I knew I had to have submissive phone sex later but my jaw would probably be too fractured to speak. Master would force me to mutter through muted lips, endure the pain. Nothing made Master happier than seeing his worthless little fuck slut torture dolly in worlds of pain. Anything to make me scream, it was like the snuff call that would never end. I knew it would never end, he would never grant me the sweet release of death. My life was meant to be my living hell. I didn’t have time to think about it as he swung up again with the bat.

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