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I am but a plaything, a vessel for the depraved whims of the monsters that enslave me. They use my holes with no concern for my humanity. All of their cocks were so massive, and my Master loved watching them violate me again and again. I was used so hard, my cunt bled and my ass stretched beyond capacity as they ganged up on me, raping me senseless. Sore, so goddamn sore.
No matter how sore I am, the Torture sex continues. Now I dangle here, awaiting their return. To what fresh depravity will they subject me? More violent gangbangs, more painful violations? I can only pray it ends soon. But deep down, I know better. I am their slave whore, their vile snuff whore. I will never see freedom, only each new level of torment they devise.