Let me begin by saying this was some crazy snuff phone sex. I was at a pool party and I was having a great time. I noticed I was getting eyed by every dude at the party. I was in my tiny little bikini not meaning to show off, but I guess I might have. I had a red cup and it was full of Club soda and vodka. I must have carelessly set it down when I was getting ready to shimmy myself into the pool. When I finished drinking my drink, I started to get all kinds of dizzy and out of my body. I got out of the pool and laid down on a lawn chair. I closed my eyes for only what seemed like ten minutes. When I opened my eyes I noticed I was on a bed, completely naked, and I was completely soaked in my own blood.
The mattress was like a giant cotton ball absorbing my blood. My thighs were spread open and I felt my holes gaped open. It almost felt like I didn’t even have individual holes anymore. I tried to squeeze my legs back together but the pain was unbearable and I wasn’t able to do it. I took a second look and my legs were completely broken. I started to panic and tried to scream out. I had a gag in my mouth and I was not able to even utter a sound loud enough for someone to here me. I hear the water going in the bathroom and out comes a man, completely covered in my blood with his fist being held up as if he was a doctor, they were covered in blood. “How are you feeling you little worthless prostitute?”
He started getting closer. He hovered over my lower half of my body and he acted like he was going to take a big manly swing at my cunt with his fist. He launched his hand forward and I clenched my teeth and my eyes bracing myself for the pain that was going to rush through my body. I look at him and he starts laughing. “Oh what do you not feel that!” I look at him confused. “Here you little fucking whore, let me show you my art work.” He took a hand mirror and made it reflect my now Cyclopes gapping open hole. Not holes. My pink pussy and my tight ass hole was now one huge whole that he pounded open with his fist. “Best part is, I am not even done with you yet.” He couldn’t fist my gapped open holes anymore, what else could he possibly have in store for me now?
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