I knew what I was getting into – or at least I thought I did. I sought out this weekend as a way to satisfy my need for being abused and hurt. The pain is the only thing that brings me any lust. I need to feel worthless and used and the physical pain is even better. I traded myself in for some useless money – money doesn’t do anything for me. Now I am here and let myself be tied up. I think I might be in over my head as I hear all the voices coming from the other room. I know I have to survive 48 hours at the hands of you and all your “friends”.
I can hear clinking glasses and smell smoke that I know doesn’t come from cigarettes. I look around as the men start pouring in the room. You are nowhere to be seen. But next to me on the floor are blood stains. Some old and some new. And they are huge. What in the hell is going on? I didn’t plan on bleeding, Ijust wanted some nice rough fucking to get myself off and feel like the piece of shit slutbag I am. Some of the men start jerking off over my body and I begin to panic when they start speaking languages I don’t understand. Who are these men and how did they find you?
Finally you come in the room and I look at you helplessly asking you who these people are and what is going to happen to me. You are simply counting a wad of money in your hands and smiling. You begin talking to the men in their own languages and not until you get to english do I understand what I sold myself to: these men get to kill me and no one will ever know. several of them grab me and I can feel their cocks digging deep inside my pussy and ass with no mercy. Hands around my neck and hands beating me and squeezing my tits. I am choked nearly unconscious but then allowed to breathe. They are beating me so hard my bones are fracturing, and all the while fucking me in every hole. I didn’t plan to die tonight, but what a way to go….
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