I had been locked up in a dungeon for days. Sodomized repeatedly, denied food and water, even denied sleep. I was desperate for freedom. So desperate, I made a deal with my captor. A deal that still haunts me to this day. He had a fetish for Asian school girls. In my community, not many around. At least not the ones old enough to drive yet. “Bring me four young chinks Blair, and you go back to your suburban life,” he said. I was weak, so I made a deal with the devil. I tried to convince myself that he was just going to force fuck them. I knew better. Snuff porn Japanese was most likely their fate, but I shot up to escape the reality and kidnapped some young Asian girls to save my own skin.
The folks in my gated community don’t know my dirty secrets, but my captor did. I had to return with the girls or be exposed as the drug addicted incest mommy I am. It was easy to snatch them up too. These four angels are always together; they are sisters. I picked them up from school in the soccer mom van, lying to them that I was asked to bring them to home. I was shaking as I delivered them to hell. I am not a religious woman, but I prayed for my soul anyhow.
I tried to escape quickly, but was forced into a front row seat for what I knew would be snuff porn. He made me an accomplice to keep me quiet. No one will miss Japanese school girl whores he said. He had this all planned. I was the key to making it happen. He played me. Knew how to break me. He had a studio all prepared. Little girl bedroom set like you see in those munchkin porn vids of brats who were on the back of milk cartons for months. My stomach was turning. He had drugged the girls but they looked scared. If they could see the torture devices on the other side of the wall, they would shit their cotton white panties.
Suddenly several other men appeared. This was more than just snuff. This was like Hostel. Dirty old men bid top dollar for the Japanese school girls I kidnapped. They could do whatever they wanted to the girl they bought and my captor would film it as a way of keeping them from getting a guilty conscious. The first girl on the chopping block was purchased for $300,000. Money can buy you anything. I watched scared, riddled with remorse as he force fucked her tiny teen holes. The more she cried, the harder he fucked her. She was a virgin from all the blood gushing out her holes. Her owner liked the blood so much he slit her femoral artery. Blood gushed out her leg, her skin grew paler, she collapsed
He didn’t want her dead, not yet at least. He took his belt and tied it around her wound to slow the bleeding. Then he fucked her some more. She was thrashing about, crying hysterically. He invited the other men to join in. They forced their dicks in her tiny holes for hours before they turned into a pack of rabid dogs tearing her limbs off; biting into her flesh. She laid there in a pool of blood, dismembered, still twitching as the camera rolled and the men shot cum over her eviscerated body. I was numb. I killed her to save my own skin. My captor shot a needle in my vein so I could get through the next three shows.
You would be surprised of the evil that lurks in the basements of nice houses owned by supposedly nice people in gated communities. Money buys you anything, even the torture and murder of young Japanese school girls.
