You may be wondering how a person can be greedy with sex. In my last blog I told you about a woman who had fucked my new guy, came a bunch of times and right before my guy was going to cum she got dressed and left. Normally a guy might rant and rave and be pissed but then forget it after a while. Not my guy, he doesn’t forget.
He made a plan to kidnap the bitch and show her that greed can actually kill you. There is an old shed on some property my guy knows about. It’s not his, but he knows no one will come snooping because it is a drug manufacturers/dealers land and when he is growing, it’s well protected. My guy is buddies with the dealer so here we are. Grabbing the bitch was pretty easy, she didn’t know me. She opened the door when I knocked, I quickly shoved a needle in her thigh and injected the ketamine into her, she was unconscious almost immediately. She dropped inside her house, so I simply went in opened the garage door and we loaded her into the van. There is an old shed on the property where pot used to be grown, we put the bitch on a dolly and rolled her to it. He had made this make shift table just wide and long enough for her body. He cut all her clothes off and flung her limp body onto the table. He started strapping down from head to toe, and shoved a ball gag in her mouth. He turned and looked at me with a sly devilish smile and said “Watch this babe.” He got this contraption from the van and set it up between her legs. It had a dildo and vibe attached to it. I thought to myself…well that isn’t going to be torture really. I was wrong.
He gave her the reversing agent for the ketamine and started slapping her to come to. Once she was aware of her surroundings she tried to move and scream, but couldn’t. My guy laughed then brought his face up to hers so she could see him and he asked “Do you remember me you greedy little bitch.” She nodded her head as tears came down her cheeks. He laughed and put just a drop of lube on the big dildo, positioned the machine and guided the dildo into her pussy and the vibrator over her clit. He turned the machine on and it slowly started to move. Ahh a fucking machine. He turned the speed up to medium/high and she started to moan. He laughed again “She won’t be moaning for long.” I looked at him with confusion as we walked back to the van. “Are we leaving her there?” I asked and he nodded. Two days later he called me up and said “Let’s go visit the greedy bitch.” I agreed mostly out of curiosity. We got to the shed, and now I could see what he was doing. The fucking machine had been going for these 2 whole days. Her pussy was wrecked; there was blood all over her legs and on the floor. The fucking machine had ruptured blood vessels or something inside her vag, her insides were wrapped around the dildo as if it had gotten so dry it just ripped right out of her. She was dead. Fucked to death.
I’m the perfect victim. I walk the streets selling pussy, cops don’t care about hookers. They expect to find us dead in an alley. When I get in your car I’m yours to do with as you please. Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze. Choke me, and quiet my screams. It’s all my fault, I chose this profession and I chose to get in your car. Pound my pussy with your hard cock and keep choking me. I deserve to be treated lower than trash. Bite me, slap and punch me. Make me regret getting in your car. Watch the life leave my eyes as you squeeze my neck tighter and tighter. My face will start to turn blue and squeeze my neck harder. Push my lifeless body out of your car; go home and kiss your wife. I’m a prostitute I don’t matter. No one will miss me.
