Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexI had one job. One job only and I failed. I was hired as courier to take a large sum of money from one place to another. I was too stupid to realize that I was being followed. Out of nowhere, I was jumped and drugged. I woke up chained to a chair being interrogated about the code to my briefcase. I tried to play dumb, but my captor was not buying it. He slapped me, punched me, broke me until I gave him the code to unlock the briefcase full of money. I knew I was going to die. Either the drug dealer I work for would kill me for loosing one million of his money or my captor was going to kill me. With my captor, I would die quicker at least. Or, so I thought. It didn’t seem like a quick snuff sex death. He violated me sexually first. He quickly discovered my dirty secret. I am a pain slut. The more he abused me, the wetter my cunt got. He slapped me. He skull fucked me. He tied up my boobs and choked me. He strangled me while he fucked me.  As painful as his torture was, I knew it was better than being killed at the hands of a drug dealer out 1 million dollars. His cock was inside me cumming as I took my last breath.

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