“Please, please I’ll do anything!” I was pleading, desperate and pathetic. He smirked at me as he pressed the branding iron onto my skin, burning the word whore into my tender tits. I was screaming like an animal, I didn’t even recognize my screams and I felt so far away. The pain continued and I felt my vision start to get black around the edge. I was passing out quickly. I wasn’t out for long, he woke me up by shoving his cock all the way down my throat. He was shoving whatever he could into my pussy and my ass, as I squirmed and gagged on his dick. I wanted to die, I just wanted it all to end but I wasn’t going to get that. He grabbed a rope and wrapped it around my neck as he continued to violently fuck my throat, I was gagging, drooling and even puking a little. He pulled the rope tight screaming at me “you wanna die you stupid Cunt!?” I was trying to get it off of my neck but he was choking me too hard. “That’s right bitch die you fucking whore choke on this cock, die doing what you’re made for slut.” He pulled it tighter and I felt myself losing conscious foaming at the mouth.
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