I hated Leah the moment I met her. She was a pitiful little subby who claimed that she got off on being used. I wondered how true that was and last night I decided to find out. It was easy. I invited her over for a client of mine who was a domme. She looked so sickening as he ball-gagged her and fucked every hole, that I had to join in and give her some real pain.
Pushing him aside, I punched her in the face. “Untie her.” I ordered him. He knew better than to fuck with me. She hit the ground hard and I was on her, kicking her with steel toed boots. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. “On the table, bitch.” She whimpered as she climbed painfully into the table. “Spread those legs.” I ordered, reaching for a red-hot curling iron that I kept plugged in for the occasion. I rammed that branding iron deep into her subby cunt and she screamed in agony. He was jerking his cock in gleeful pleasure as I throttled her to silence the racket. “What should I do with her, Master. Kill her?” “Not yet, Nat. I haven’t had my fill yet.” His laugh rumbled like an evil hiss. Angrily, I grabbed a screwdriver and stabbed her in the chest, puncturing a lung. I laughed as her lung filled with blood, making her gurgle and wheeze, as the blood filled her mouth and drooled unto the table. I dipped my finger into it and sucked it clean.
“Damn, you got my cock hard, girl.” he muttered. “Make it happen.” Kneeling between her legs, he drove his massive fuckstick into her blistered pussy. She was screaming now and it wasn’t a subby scream anymore. It was one of pure pain and fear, which whetted my own appetite and juiced my aching cunt. “Do it, bitch.” he moaned, on the verge of explosion. I pulled her head back, revealing her rapidly beating jugulars. “NOW” he ordered. I pulled the blade across her throat, nearly severing her head, as her heels drummed on the table. The convulsing, contracting death twitch deep in her pussy pulled a huge load of cum from his own tortured balls. I screamed out loud with the force of my own orgasm. Her cooling body lie broken on the table with cum leaking from her dead pussy. I knew exactly who to call next. No sense in wasting a perfectly good dead body….
Recording her torture in black and white is fucking classic. They know exactly how to mutilate her causing the maximum amount of pain and keeping her alive and feeling every second of it for the longest amount of time. Of course I have smelling salts and other ways to wake the bitch up if she passes out so that she can enjoy the slow and painful torture that we are dishing out. After all, I bought this one. She wasn’t abducted of the street. I am damned sure going to get my money’s worth and I am going to enjoy this over and over again for a long time to come when I watch the film I am making. I am thinking of saving a few prize pieces of her body as well to add to my collection. And if all goes well I am going to be able to finally make that drinking mug out of her skull. I have tried a couple of times and haven’t been successful at sealing the skull so it holds liquid but I think I have it down now and that hers will be the final one.
