On my way home from work this week I was a victim of a forced gangbang in the parking garage! I was walking out to my car with a bag of dry cleaning when I suddenly felt a man behind me, I turned around expecting to see one person but Instead I saw a group of guys all wearing masks and hoodies. It was late so I knew no one would come by for hours, I got on my knees on the ground with my hands in the air hoping to avoid any violence. I was met with a hard slap across my face and a gag in my mouth, before I knew it my clothes were being ripped off me and cocks were being shoved in my face and in my hands. They all came at me forcing their dicks in any available hole that I had open, the used me like their submissive fuck slut leaving me drenched in their sticky cum.
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Dicked Down At The DMV
Mindlessly, I shifted and tugged my micro skirt down. Damn it was hot, but I was dressed extra slutty to be in public. I was minding my business and waiting in line at the DMV, yes still six feet apart. The man behind me, however, had been coming closer and closer to me as the line move up, leading into a dark hall with a door at the end.
Now that we stood in the hallway, at the end of the line as the last clients for the day, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My cunt spurted in excitement. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He growled in my ear. My slit really started to drip. I knew that voice.
It was possible he’d seen me around town, but the quiver in my pussy knew what he meant. He’d used me, or rented me before when I was a trafficked sex slave. “What are you doing off your leash, chicklet?” He grabbed me hard around my wrist, and dragged me out to his vehicle like a sloppy little rag doll. No one tried to stop him while he manhandled me. He shoved me into the back of his van, and climbed inside with me.
He choke slammed me into the floor, pulling out a little burner phone as he dialed my old pimp; the one he was known me with. I’d been sold and rebought several times over. But! He was going to try and take me back to sexual slavery where I would be used like a whore day in and day out. Suddenly, with a second thought, he broke the phone in half and move on me like a starving tiger.
“I came to get my tags renewed and snagged a hot little slut instead.” He was laughing as he clamped the steel, barb wire collar around my neck. As it bit into my tender flesh, I screamed.
I “Escaped” A Traffick Jam
I had a young, tight pussy the first time I was sold to another man and fucked sensless. It was such an intense experience, I don’t know if any retelling will do it justice, but I’m going to try. Blindfolded, and tied down, I was sweating. The room was warm. I could see the glow of candles around the edges of my blinder. My naked body shivered every single time his breath caressed the inside of my thigh.
I was terrified, but I’d been told if I begged him not to hurt me, he’d hurt me real bad. My innocent pussy was pooling drool on the sheets below me. He laughed when he saw, letting the flogger kiss over my soft skin again. He beat me hard. I tried not to cry out; the ball gag in my mouth really helped with that. He mounted me then, without grace. I lost my virginity to a man who’s face I never even saw.
I’ll never forget the way his cock ripped into me, and the way I screamed against the red rubber ring in my mouth. He slapped me, hard. I wasn’t supposed to scream.
I couldn’t help myself. I was rescued from a trafficking ring, and I’ve tried living a “normal” life. All I’ve gotten is three rugrats, and three failed marriages to abusive fuck face men because all I can do is serve. The therapists I used to go see say I have Stockholm syndrome.
Torture Dolly Tracy
I love a little fucked up fantasy roleplay. Sometimes, my grandson comes over with a hefty little bag of snow. His goal is to numb me beyond oblivion while physically pummeling me into a pulp. I’m his play thing to string up from the ceiling and play whack a mole with. He turns me black and fucking blue, breaks my bones, and prolapses my old, dirty asshole.
I’ll do anything for my grandson. He’s only showing is old coke whore grandma how much he loves her; by violently fist fucking her on a live stream across the dark web. It makes my cunt runny the way he fucking demolishes my frail, old body. My saggy old hooker tits take a huge beating from his balled up fists and baseball bats alike. getting bludgeoned to the sound of the tip chime makes me cum harder than any man ever could have. I’m pleased to get pummeled to a pulp, for my pussy to get pounded and my prolapse to experience intense physical abuse. He makes me choke on his delicious cock!
This hot hate fuck fantasy fuels me up so bad, I cum every single time he calls. This is the sort of fucked up shit I’m in to, so try to keep up with this slutty, submissive sex drive. I’ll be a slave for my grandson any day of the week.
Head over heels
I had the biggest crush on a guy who wasn’t so knowledgeable in the bondage world. He was smitten with me, and this was the first “nice guy” I liked in a while. So I thought, why not take a chance. Well, he soon got obsessed with my abuse addiction and all the bondage chat I do.
He switched overnight. It was quite the shock, but I honestly wasn’t going to let that stop me. I notice him get all tough and start to beat me. Maybe I was attracted to his deep-rooted evil side. I was in love with his change and went from liking to being head over heels.
My new boyfriend began to be so cruel and vile he was much darker than any guy I had been with. He completely had no mercy and started to make me do the most perverse things ever imagined.
While I’d be so disgusted by his treatment if it were towards someone else, it made me cum so much since it inflicted me with pain.