I am extremely shaken as I type this and I'm telling all my wonderful friends here at the board about it in the hopes you can give me comfort and perspective. In the nightmare, I witnessed the shooting of a porno. The title I remember very clearly, I'll never forget it. It was called "Rape Her Face: A Life Ending Gag Bang". I sat off to the side and watched as at least a dozen angry guys (Brandon Iron and TT Boy among them) took turns throatfucking a young porn woman with absolutely shocking violence. The young woman, by the way, was a certain very pretty and popular porn starlet who once did an infamous Gag Factor scene with her boyfriend, in which the degradation level was high and the waterfowl noises produced were remarkable. I don't want to mention her name because I have a certain affection for her and don't want her associated with the horror I'm about to describe. The hot lights blazed as the anonymous porn starlet (let's call her "Borealis Rain") hung her head upsidedown off a couch with a sad resignation. I was initially extremely turned-on but it didn't last long. The crowd of throatfuckers murmured and growled with angry glee, laughing and making "whore" comments. I began to get uncomfortable. Then it began. The first throatfucker grabbed Borealis's throat and with outrageous violence began piston pumping her face, bending her neck at an alarming angle. The sounds produced were exactly what Borealis had made in her Gag Factor scene except ten times as loud and ten times as disturbing. The other throatfuckers cheered him on and laughed and hooted , as did the camera crew. Borealis's neck stretched as it was yanked with reckless disregard. I jumped up and screamed for them to stop, my sexual arousal completely buried under alarm and disgust. The throatfuckers stopped and Borealis lifted up her head, her face battered and reddened, already coated with phlegm. "I'm alright, baby," she said sadly to me "It's what they want to see. I'm okay." She then hung her head upsidedown again and it resumed, but worse for the interruption. The rage of the throatfuckers was scary, each one more violent than the last as if it was snowballing and feeding off itself. The sounds became louder, the vomit more frequent, the distortion of Borealis's face and neck more pitiful and grotesque. I began to cry, but because I was afraid to stop it again I looked away. However, my sobs became noticed and the scene was interruped once more, the throatfuckers yelling angry protests at me. I didn't want to look. I heard Borealis's barely recognizable voice say "It's okay, baby. I'll be okay. Don't worry." I looked. It was an image out of a horror film: Borealis's entire face (still upsidedown) was nearly all gaping, drooling mouth, her other features (eyes, nose, etc.) pushed and compacted to the outer edges by the facial assault. Her eyes stared ublinkingly and seemed useless. I ran screaming out of the room and pushed out the door. The sun was blazing outside and on the sidewalk I met Gregory Dark. Evidently he had witnessed it too, because he was also crying, snot dripping from his big nose onto his fishlips. He wiped his eyes and said to me something like "I never meant it to become like this. I never knew this is where it would go. Oh god. Oh god...."
That's all I remember.
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