I didn’t want to go with that strange man but my dealer said no drugs until I took care of his friend. The man was jacked up on meth and had an evil look. He took me to the back bedroom where he ripped off my clothes. “You won’t be needing those, whore.” he laughed. A punch to the side of my head knocked me across the room. He pulled me back up by my hair and then kicked me. I felt a rib crack and breathing became painful. Grabbing my fake tits, he put out his cigarette. I could smell my own flesh burning. He pulled out his big white cock. It must have been a foot long. I could smell it before it touched my face. It reeked of rotten cum and diseased pussy. I gagged as he forced it into my mouth, willing myself not to puke. I tried but I just couldn’t control the bile in my throat. I vomited up my breakfast all over his cock and balls. I knew he was pissed as he savagely beat me on the side of the head. My ears rang as he shoved his dick down my throat. He moaned and pumped furiously as I suffocated. My world was going black when a karate chop to the back of my neck sent me into oblivion. I heard him mutter as I drifted away. “Gimme some of that dead pussy.”
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