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I can’t believe what you’ve done to my body!
First, you stalked me and kidnapped me. I was once a college student with a bright future and you turned me into your prey. Once you had me in your clutches, you took me to an abandoned barn where you had all your tools. You didn’t care that I was screaming my lungs out because no one could hear me where you were located. All you needed to do was strap me onto the table and get to the next phase. This next part is the one you love: slicing my arms and legs off. First, you start with the legs and ask me if I would like to walk out of there. Obviously, I am crying from the pain and there is no possible way that I could answer. You take that as a sign that I would like to stay and slice my arms off too. Nuggets are hard to find these days, and you don’t want to have to track one down when you can make your own. That’s why you have no qualms getting your cock out and pounding my pussy right after you mutilated me. Fucking me while I’m dead maximizes the time you get to have fucking a nugget, so you had no qualms turning me around and slamming your cock in my ass after I bled out and died.
How could I have thought in my bimbo brain that this couldn’t happen to me? That I could walk around in my short skirts and tight shirts and no one would take notice? You noticed me, and decided that if a slut like me dressed like a cum dumpster that I should be used like one. That’s why you pushed me against the wall as I was walking down the street and lifted my skirt up. I tried to fight you off, but that was unsuccessful as you had a gun pointed at me once I landed my first punch. You yelled at me to take off my clothes. I screamed “Help” and “Fire” and “He’s trying to fuck me!” but no one even glanced my way. I am now completely naked in public and in front of you.
You put the gun away and open my legs so you can fantasy rape me. I scream and cry, but it does nothing to gain your sympathy or the sympathy of passersby. Some even stood and watched as you brutally fucked me. Knowing the police weren’t coming anytime soon, you even had the idea to sodomize me in front of everyone. I saw a few boners in the crowd through my tears as they saw me choke on your cock. When you came all over my face, you zipped up your pants and left, leaving me humiliated and hopeless. Maybe if I didn’t want cock I shouldn’t have dressed like a cock slut.
No, please! Don’t do this!
I am laying down, helpless and beaten. You have already fantasy raped me as well as let your hired help fuck my throat and my ass. You have punched me in the face repeatedly, working downwards to my feet. I can barely move my body. You and your friend throat fucked me so hard that I can barely speak. So, you are not surprised when you bring a gun to my face and a faint scream escapes my lips. You caress my face with the gun, my heart beating faster and faster as you move it towards my legs. I brace myself for the inevitable bang until you start fucking my pussy with the barrel of the gun.
This felt like a cold, hard cock pounding the shit out of my already bruised pussy. I could barely take the feeling, and tried to escape you. At this point, you realize I must be better than I thought, so you shoot me in my pussy. I scream at the top of my lungs! How could you do this? You watch as the blood spurts out of the part formerly known as my pussy. You shove your gun down my throat, making me taste my own pussy juices and gun residue before you finally shoot me in the mouth, watching the blood gush from the hole in my face.
Now, would I rather be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down?
That is always the problem with some choices: they can be impossible. No one wins except for the person who requires the answer. That is the predicament I am in. My captor has been torturing me for hours, making me choose what tortures I would rather have, telling me that he may allow me to escape with what little I have left. As of this point, I do not know if I want to live anymore. I chose to chop off two of my toes rather than two of my fingers. He asked me if I would rather have my ass mutilated with a knife or my pussy, and chose my pussy. My pussy is now a bloody mess with shreds of skin hanging off my pelvis. Now, he wants to know if I want to be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down. I say take me now and destroy my brains. I should have known he would never let me go.
In my country, it is completely legal for men such as yourself to get young girls like me as brides, having as many as 10 young wives at your disposal. All 10 of us are in your home, cleaning for you, fucking you and making you our king. What you really want, however, is to dominate us in ways that you never could in your country. I’ve seen what you have done to your other wives. They come out bruised, scarred and mutilated if they even come out at all. I am wife number 7 and you tell me to come into your bedroom. I cry all the way to your room and am horrified at the sight once I walk in. Blood is on the sheets, scalped hair is all over the floor and I see the decaying remains of a finger that you chopped off of my sister wife on your nightstand. You tell me to lay in bed with you. Not soon after I get on the bed do you choke me and bang my head against the bedroom wall.
My head is bleeding out and you take that time to fantasy rape my asshole. I cannot scream due to the intensity of the head injury, but I feel every ounce of pain. Then, you hook me up to a machine that I recognize is to draw blood. I have only known it to be used for sick people, but I am injured. You prick me and allow the machine to take lots and lots of my blood. I feel even more faint as I am losing blood from two ends. It is like you would rather preserve my blood than my life. I try to beg you to stop, but you tape my mouth as you take more and more of my blood. I lose consciousness, knowing this is how I will die.
You sneak into my bedroom window at night and slip into my bed. I am an unaware little teen girl, sleeping peacefully in my bed. You start playing with my clit, making me turn over and see you in my room. You cover my mouth and tell me that if I scream you will kill me and my whole family. You make me get up and force me to suck your cock. After my hesitant bobs up and down your cock, you grab the back of my head and slam your cock in my throat. I am choking, gagging and throwing up all over your cock. You don’t wipe your cock as you turn me over and force your cock in my ass. I scream but you decide to push my head into my pillow. You didn’t care what I did because you were not going to let go of this teen pussy. You cum in my ass and leave me in a sobbing mess with my ass filled with blood and my vomit.
Your mom is such a bitch, isn’t she? Haven’t you ever wanted to torture and kill her? Don’t you dream of slicing her throat open for nagging you or stabbing her chest for getting in your business?
You can’t kill her, though. Social conventions keep you from ending that bitch’s life and walking away free. In addition, she makes some amazing food that you would miss if you took a machete and sliced off her head. So, what can someone like you do? You get a surrogate.
I look just like your mother, don’t I? That is, if your mother was a vulnerable teen cum dumpster. Your mother has been on your ass about some bullshit and someone needs to pay. Take your knife and cut me from clit to tits. Make me scream and wish I was never born. Make deep cuts all over my body to make me feel how you feel right now. Get all of your anger out and, if I haven’t died from blood cut, slice my throat.
This is what I get for being a cock tease.
You saw me from across the bar with my dress barely covering my ass and my tits falling out of my dress. Every time a nipple would become exposed, I would be apologetic but you knew better. You and all the other men in that bar knew I was trying to make you all hard and was planning on leaving you all with blue balls afterwards. None of you guys were going to allow that to happen. You locked the door and the rest of the men in the room held me down. You all ripped off my clothes and took turns groping my breasts and rubbing my cunt. I screamed for help but none came. I beg for you to let me go and not fuck me, but you don’t listen. You each take turns ripping my cunt with your cocks and stuffing your cocks in my mouth. Some of you have fun in my ass, fucking it so hard that I start bleeding. This is how you teach a cock teasing cunt a lesson.
I am your nasty little nun and you are Satan, ready to take my holy temple and fill it with your evil seed. You want to turn each of God’s servants into nasty sluts that worship you and you have started with me. I am sweet, kind and naïve, the perfect combination of traits that can be changed once I am fucked by you. After this, I will be nasty, dirty and always horny. I will forsake God and go to you, ready to raise all hell. You lift my habit and fuck me harder. I beg for you to stop, that I don’t want to leave my Lord and Savior, but you tell me that my flesh is weak and I will give into you eventually, so I should stop fighting you. I keep begging you to let me go and for God to save me. You tell me you fucked God in the ass last week and he is now under your control too. I relinquish to you, letting you fill me up with your demon cum, turning me into a demon for your army of whores.
You loved having me suck your cock, didn’t you, completely unaware of what was to come? My mouth was on your cock but your focus was on my neck. It looks so supple, so weak. You could strange me easily. You got me on the bed to lay down. I spread my legs open waiting for your cock. Instead, you put your hands around my neck, choking me. I freak out, using my legs to kick you and try desperately to pull your hands off of my neck. I am losing air by the minute, but I continue to fight. The fight before the inevitable surrender is what turns you on, doesn’t it? You love to see me scared yet hopeful and then watching that hope and the light fade from my eyes. I finally lay there lifeless and you can finally have some fun with me. You put your cock in my mouth and pump it in and out, using me as a fuck toy. Then, you put me in all sorts of sex positions that are only possible because I’m dead. You have made the perfect sex slave, but once I am rotting you will need to go out and find another supple neck to strangle.