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Beaten Bloody – Hooks For Whores

Hardcore BondageHow many days have I been trapped in this dungeon, used and abused? I don’t know. Four, maybe five? I know I get beaten unconscious more than once a day. My pussy stays wet, and my bruises stay dark. Just last night, I was hanging from the ceiling by hooks. I’ve never been in so much pain, or so humiliated in my entire life.
They suspended me with what felt like a million sharp steel hooks. All through my tits, my thighs, my stomach. Even my poor pussy got a taste. It took what felt like hours to hang me, and then, they left me. In total darkness, with only the sound of my own breathing. Eventually they came back. I froze in terror, but my needy cunt gave me away. I was slick as a driveway in December as I watched six men walk in with baseball bats.
For hours, I was their human pinata. They would come, take a crack at my ribs, and watch me swing. The more I screamed, the harder they tried to get the candy out. They finally took a shot at a Grand Slam. One of the men started to force the bat into my abused cunt. He stretched me out. I was crying, and begging for release from my bonds, but a bat to the mouth shut me up. He started to fuck me with the bat. When I was right on the edge of cumming, my poor exhausted body doing anything it could to stay alert, he ripped it out, and took a swing. Full force, right to the cunny. The pain was beyond me, and I passed out. How much longer would I be trapped here? Was I going to make it out alive? Irrelevant questions; did I even truly want to escape? My heart said yes, but my greedy cunt told me no.

Kidnapped And Kept

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesI didn’t know who they were or what they wanted. All I knew is that there were at least six of them, and all of my holes were filled with at least one cock. I’m pretty sure there were two in my ass. I was leaving for the night, locking up my business. Well I was heading to my car, someone called my name.

Stupid slutty me turned around, tripping over my 8 inch pump heels. My head hit the pavement. The next thing I knew, I was handcuffed, spread eagle, and blindfolded. It felt like we were moving so I guess we were in the back of their van. I was crying, but my pussy was giving away how excited I was.

They’re taking my clothes, my sight, my freedom. Now they were taking me, and using me the way I was meant to be. I was dripping, begging for them to stop while my cunny pleaded for more. I was slurping cum, sucking cock. I was helpless against the way they were raping me. Unwanted or not, my cunt wanted it. I kept cumming, getting wetter and wetter. That just egged them on.

The cock in my ass must have been at least 10 inches, and thicker than three of my fingers. He was destroying me from the inside out. The two in my pussy were equal sized. I was being stretched to my limits, choking on the cock down my throat. I couldn’t stop crying; I couldn’t stop cumming. Fuck it all hurt so bad. I blacked out. That didn’t stop them.

When I awoke I was cum-stained but unchained. Naked and alone in a dark room with a cold, stone floor. I was being watched. “Look, our cocksleeve is awake.” The pain was more than I could handle. And yet, I needed it all over again.

Porn Star Dancing

Submissive Phone SexWhen Barry came to me and said he had a job that didn’t require touching any dirty old men or stuffing any of their cocks in between my pouty lips, you can bet I was in. It was stripping, of course. I find I end up at the local strip joints all too often when cash gets tight.
Barry owns the one closest to me, really the nicest one in town, and asks me to work when he’s short. Tonight he was extremely short, and the place was packed. I decided that to earn a little extra cash, I’d let the men bid on the songs I was going to dance to. I got the entire pot, and I didn’t care which mumble rapper or hair metal song was chosen.


Of course, with my luck, the first one up was that old Akon song talking about how much he wants to fuck the stripper. I slowly pulled off my chiffon top, revealing nothing beneath. A long, low wolf whistle pierced through the racket as I shimmied my way out of my skirt.


As I started gliding my barely dressed body up and down the pole, my eyes met the whistles. I almost instantly dropped my knees; what a fucking man. He made a beckoning gesture, so I sauntered my way through the crowd to him. He patted his lap, and handed me two nicely folded, crisp Ben Franklin’s.


Into his lap I went, as the music blasted around us. It was only then that I realized he had his cock pulled out, and he was pulling my little thong to the side. He slipped into me before I even knew what was happening, and I just kept winding and grinding up on him. Surprisingly enough, before the end of the song was even over, I felt like I was ready to cum.


He had his hands around the front of me, tweaking at my nipples, and growling in my ear how badly he had wanted to fuck me since the first time he saw me here. As the song ended, and the next girl took the stage, he held me firmly. One hand around my throat, the other on my hip, and I continued to bounce on his cock along to the music.


My cunt was dripping like a waterfall and there was nothing I could do to hide how fucking turned on I was. I glanced around nervously, wondering if any of the other patrons realized what was going on. From the shit eating grin on their faces, it was obvious that they did. Three songs later, I felt him explode inside of me.


I screamed, but thankfully the music covered it up. As I went to walk away, he handed me a business card with only an address and another three hundred. Written on the back of his card was that he had a pole installed in his office, and he expected me there tomorrow morning, dressed exactly the same. There’s no way I could refuse. I didn’t even know his name.

Catering to Your Extreme Fetish Phone Sex Fantasy

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I have a masochistic side that I can’t get rid of, perhaps that is what I love extreme fetish phone sex with men like you. I am a mommy whore BDSM plaything who wants you to hurt me. My son loves knife play. Using it as a weapon to force me to do the nastiest things, like suck off the delivery man and piss on myself on live camera with his buddies. I have even strokes and been fucked by his best friends and Fido. He learns well from his daddy, but he lacks that self restrains on giving me pain for the hell of it. I give over my body to him because I know he has no self-control and will hurt me so well! Now I don’t let him have the small ones, his sisters, because that’s only for daddy and I just want to be used by my son to teach him how to be the best master while dolling out the pain to me! I will be the same for you, hurt me ravage me force me, I belong to your cock, All I want is your cum and to be a good milf and mommy whore to you!

Worthless Cunt

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  I’m Celeste, a Submissive whore, and I am here for men to use and abuse me like the worthless cunt I am. My father had a party the other night and I was the center of attention for guys to do what they wanted to me. He had me in a chair with my hands tied behind my back. I was gagged in the beginning of the night and my tits were bound at the base for the ultimate pleasure of pain for me and for the easy access to get slapped around. My shaved cunt and bare ass were on complete exposure for the guys and daddy showed everyone what a worthless cunt I am with a big sign on my front. He grabbed my cunt and slapped the fuck out of it for everyone to enjoy. I was getting my pussy slapped and it was swollen and red. My tits were red and sore as was my ass by the time they were done with me. I was rewarded for being a good slut with tips from the guys and a nice big credit line on a giftcard. I was also so wet and excited by the time it was all over that I was allowed a good fucking by my big brother. Check out the phone sex specials and take me for your own.

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Submissive Slut On and Off the Phone

submissive slutThis submissive slut is on a staycation. My master and boss gave me the rest of the month off with pay. I miss being used at work. I am a pain slut and a humiliation junkie; but not working at the office means I have more time to play on the phone. One of my favorite regulars called me last night and had me inflict some self-abuse that still stings. I am a good obedient whore. On the phone or in person, I do as I am told. My caller sometimes like to talk and swap stories and sometimes he wants me to hurt myself. Last night, he was in a hurt me mood. I needed to have a few items for him. I gathered up my butt plug, a dildo and a hairbrush. I stripped naked and put the plug up my ass. I was sitting on the floor, so I felt the plug in my ass. Our session began with whacks to my nipples. Ten whacks on each nipple. Then I repeated the whacks. My nipples were red and puffy. Sore but my cunt was wet. I took the hairbrush bristles and dug them into my tits too. I felt that, but my pussy was still wet. The hairbrush on the soles of my feet is what I really felt, however. A mixture of whacks to my arch and heel, followed by the bristles against the soles of my feet made my feet sensitive. So, when I slipped on a pair of heels, my feet were sore. I walked around wobbly. My sore nipples were erect. What made me the wettest, also created the most pain. He had me spank my pussy with the back of the brush. Another ten whacks then another ten more. That was followed with pushing the bristles into my clit and lips. If my caller was there, he would have smelled my arousal. I was a good submissive whore for him and I liked it.

MILF Phone Sex Slut Gets a Beating

milf phone sexMilf phone sex sluts are subs too. You might be surprised to hear that many young boys want to dominate mommy. Master arranged such a situation for his teen nephew. I got to be the sexual surrogate for his own mother. I thought it sounded fun. In my mind, I thought it couldn’t be too bad, right? The boy is in high school. Younger boys normally aren’t as vicious as their daddies. I think I just met the next Ted Bundy. This boy was young, but already a sociopath. I don’t think my master had any clue the boy was this evil. Before he could fuck me, he had to punch me in the face a few times. He said I look better black and blue. The sight of my blood turned him on. Not old enough to drink legally but beating up a mature woman and making her bleed gets his dick hard. He choked me too. His idea of foreplay was making me bleed and cry. Once he made me cry, he was ready to fuck me. Little prick didn’t last long. I was relieved. For him, the sexual pleasure came from beating me and making me cry. I returned to my Master, bloodied, sore and full of cum. Master was appalled. He wants his submissive whore to look pretty and presentable. He was doing a favor for his brother. He was not happy that a his nephew made his prized subby look like a punching bag. Now, I can’t work the front desk until my face heals. But master can still fuck me. I may not be presentable for clients, but master fucked me many times over my desk. He didn’t want to look at my face, but he had no problem getting hard to fuck me from behind. Maybe he liked me being beaten after all.

Submissive Slut on the Farm

submissive slutThis submissive slut did something this weekend that would get her arrested. In my defense, it was not my idea. My master lent me to a colleague of his for the weekend. Master owed him a favor, and this was the weekend for payback. This guy lives on a farm. Yes, you get where this is going. I don’t enjoy barnyard fun. In fact, I have never been exposed to it. Always lived in the city with masters who were more into BDSM than humiliating me with furry ones. As soon as I realized what was in store for me, I tried to bolt. I knew my master would not be cool with this. He wants me to be his submissive whore, however, since he is an attorney, I need to follow the letter of the law too. I can’t tarnish his reputation by being a naughty girl. My master for the weekend took my phone and isolated me out in the sticks. He threatened my life if I didn’t take care of Mr. Ed for him. I was super scared. He had a huge cock. I told him I could die. He laughed and told me I was not fucking his prized beast, just draining his balls. That didn’t really make what I had to do any less humiliating. He didn’t have a gun to my head, but I knew he could beat me to death and make it look like an accident. There have been many rumors about the disappearance of his last mistress. She was an illegal immigrant. He said she went back to her family in Mexico but there is no way to verify that. I closed my eyes and dreamt I was sucking George Clooney’s cock instead. He was so thick and slimy. His balls were as big as melons. I couldn’t get it all down my throat. I don’t think any woman could. When his prized baby came, it was like a volcano blew up in my mouth. There was so much cum that I was crying cum tears. It was the worst weekend of my life. I can’t tell anyone but you or Master will disown me.

 

Submissive Phone Sex Whore Gets Punished

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A submissive phone sex whore can get into trouble easily. Master has been pissed with me for a couple weeks now. He is older and not capable of punishing me as hard as he thinks I deserve. I thought I had gotten off easy with some spankings, but when I came back to work, he was still pissed. A man came in for an appointment. I did a legal intake assuming he was there for legal representation, but he was there for me. Master had hired a surrogate punisher and he looked mean. I almost pissed myself. Master came out and greeted the man who was about to torture me. They are both part of an underground BDSM club. My surrogate punisher came prepared with anal torture devices. I was in trouble. Master didn’t see me slip a pill in my mouth. Two pills. My migraine prevention medicine is also used as a sleeping pill. I took double the dosage to help me not feel the pain as much. I bent over master’s desk naked. First, I got paddled. A fraternity wood paddle packs a punch. That was followed by an anal hook. I tried not to cry, but even drugged, I was in pain. I had to stay bound to the desk, naked with a hook in my ass which was tied to the ceiling fan so that any movement on my part would tear my ass. Seven hours in a painful bondage and submission position taught me the lesson that master’s bare hand did not. Always follow master’s rules.

Slave Training with Shoes

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Sometimes a life-long slave, still needs some slave training. I have been getting cocky lately. On a couple week sabbatical from work because I fractured my ankle. If there is ever a good time to break a bone, it is right after the holidays because for me that means 4 weeks away from my master. A friend of mine took me to the mall yesterday because I need more sensible shoes as my ankle heals. Master only allows me to wear classic pumps. I am not going to be strong enough to balance in 5-inch heels when I do go back to work. Master knows what happened and he permitted me a shopping trip at one store. It is in the mall and they custom make shoes as well as sell them. My friend drove me to get fitted for some sexy yet sensible shoes that would please master and save my ankle from further damage. It became clear quickly that master and the shoe salesmen were working together to punish me. The shoe clerk took me to a back room to try on shoes. Turns out I was not there for shoes. Well, not shoes for me feet. The clerk made me fuck my cunt with heels. Lots of different styles and sizes of shoes went up my cunt. “Master’s orders,” he would tell me when I gave him the, “Are you shitting me look.” According to the clerk, if I could not wear sexy shoes, I could at least fuck them. Ouch. Some of the heels were taller than I would ever be permitted to wear at the office. I sat there with my pussy spread trying to fuck myself in front of Master’s new right hand man. I didn’t leave with sensible shoes. I left with a sore pussy and ass. A little reminder from Master about who owns my fuck holes.