Grave Digger

I woke up unable to recognize where I was. It was daylight, but I was in a room with the shades pulled. I tried to move, my muscles hurt, but I realized I was hog tied. What in the hell is going on? I struggle against the ropes, but its no use. They are wrapped around my arms and legs and I am choking on a gag of some sort in my mouth. I try not to cry, afraid I won’t be able to breathe out of my nose, but I am terrified. My heart is pounding like a rabbit thats being hunted. Little did I know, I was in a much worse position.

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The door swung open and I looked up. There you stood, naked and dirty, with sweat streaming down your body. It was cool in the room, and my mind tried to wrap itself around what could have made you sweat like that. And you were carrying a shovel… a dirty shovel. You threw it down onto the floor and it made the most horrible sound. You approached me on the bed and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards your hard, naked, sweaty cock. You jammed it in my face and I tried to pull away but you are so strong. “Suck it”, you growled, and I reluctantly opened my mouth, you took out the gag, and I let you ram my throat with your cock.

Your dick tasted salty from your sweat and I could smell the fresh dirt on the shovel. I started flashing back to when you had grabbed me off the side of the road – how long ago was that? I had no answers, only questions, but no way to ask them with your cock in my mouth. You pulled out and spun me into position to ram my tight pussy. You went in with no mercy and let me scream. In fact, my screaming made you pump harder, and I felt you cum deep inside me. You let go of me and went back and picked up the shovel. Then it clicked. You had been digging a grave. My grave. Those were my last thoughts as I saw the shovel being swung right towards my face…

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