Raped and Strangled II Samantha was reading a book while her family watched TV downstairs. Suddenly, there was a crash. She walked up to the door. It sounded like arguing–again. She opened the door and went out. All of a sudden there is a gunshot, voices calling out, her little brother yells….She runs back into the room, more shots, her mom screams, so does her sister. More shots. Now it is all quiet. She approaches the door, she needs to get out. Suddenly he pushes open the door, she is overwhelmed with the smell of sweat and gun power he looks of rage. He wants her. He shoves her hard to the bed, turns her over and pulls down her pajama bottoms. He was going to rape her. She could not fight him, but he screamed and cried as he assaulted her. He fucked her hard and she kept trying to get away, screaming and crying the whole time. She called out for her mom—he told her they were all dead. After a while of fucking the whiny, crying little cunt, he had had enough, and punched her out. Unconscious, he keeps fucking her. Then, he puts his hand on her neck and starts to choke her. She wakes up, and suddenly he picks her up roughly by her neck and flings her around on the bed. He is violent slamming his cock into her as he swings her and smashes her against the mattress and headboard. He tears off her shirt, exposing her shirt and keeps pounding her. with this cock. They move all over the bed then down to the floor. He hits her. He tries to jam the sheets in her face to shut her up. Then, he flips her back on the bed, punching her occasionally. Furniture gets tossed, bedding thrown, he shoved her head into a desk drawer for a moment to try and shut her the fuck up. Sweat flies off both of them in puddles. He keeps fucking her, she keeps screaming and crying. Finally, he takes her torn shirt, wraps it around her neck and strangles her. He does not let up and keep fucking her as he kills the little bitch. When she is dead, he keeps fucking her until he blows his load all over her fine tits and face. As he dresses, he hears the sirens. Then he quickly exits. The police radio sounds as views of the ravished, dead, teenage girl are displayed

Help Packing The studio is in the middle of a move, Daphne and MaX are sorting the last of the boxes while their coworkers are bringing back some lunch. Daphne’s big ass and enormous tits are such a distraction to MaX as she is walking about he can’t help but reach out and give that ass a smack! “Hey!” Daphne shrieks and looks at MaX with a smile. “Well how do you expect me to concentrate?!?” he shrugs. “Hey! Come check out this arm chain in the other room,” MaX suggests with a smirk, “just sit down.” Daphne isn’t sure what to think but plays along with his idea and sits down, “what’s this all about?” Daphne has a strange look on her face as she starts to question him. “Suck my cock!” Demands MaX. “What? No way!” She says disgusted. “Suck my cock or I’m whacking you over the head with this crow bar!” MaX commands. Daphne tries to get past MaX but she can’t avoid him, he hits her over the head with the bar, her body goes limp and spills into the arm chair. MaX pulls out his cock and grabs Daphne’s hands to give it a good massage while she’s limp to the world but she comes to and grabs MaX’s cock and yanks it! Daphne gets up and starts running with her huge tits bouncing up and down she heads towards the door but MaX catches up to her shoving Daphne down to the floor. Daphne kicks and struggles to break free from MaX’s tight grip but she can’t. He throat is constricting and her eyes are big and full of terror as MaX chokes the life out of her. MaX pulls out his cock and fucks Daphne’s lifeless body tits bouncing everywhere before boxing her up and walking off

Exterminating Lara Croft Lara Croft has been in some tough situations before, but this may be the worst. Tied to a chair, a cruel man slaps her around, demanding that she tell him the location of a sacred artifact. Each time she refuses, he hits her again, the force of the blow snapping her head around and causing her massive boobs to shake. Waving his gun in her face, he continues to threaten and intimidate, leering obscenely at her impressive cleavage and long, smooth legs. Pulling out his stiff cock, he tells her that the only way she will survive is if she sucks his dick. At first, she is shocked by his lewd demand, but before she knows it, he has grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoves his throbbing pole down her throat. Fearful that he will make good on his threat, she attempts to suck and lick at the immense slab of meat, but he proceeds to skull fuck her. The head of his cock repeatedly punches the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke, gasping for air and drool spilling out of her mouth, making her chin and chest slick with spit. Suddenly, she feels his cock grow even harder and then pulse as it pumps load after load of salty, slimy cum into her mouth. Her face screws up in revulsion, but, even as she sputters and spits, the man punches her unconscious. When she wakes, she is still tied, but now lies on a filthy mattress, her shorts gone, her cunt exposed and vulnerable. Looking around, desperate to escape, the man returns before she can even stand. He gloats, showing her the artifact he has managed to obtain, even without her help. Once more pulling his thick cock out, he leaps upon her, prying her legs apart and forcing himself inside of her tight snatch. He fucks her brutally, throwing her this way and that, plunging deep inside her, while she is helpless to do little more than cry out and whimper at her rough treatment. Picking her up off the mattress, he bends her over, on top of a nearby table and, digging his fingers into the soft, round swell of her hips, pounds into her savagely, while she begs incoherently, overwhelmed by her agonizing violation. At last, he tires of her pitiful cries and, placing his gun to her head, blows her brains out. Silence follows the echo of gunfire, and the man continues to plow into her snug pussy. He flips her over, limp legs flopping to either side of his body as he buries himself deeper inside her, a pool of blood leaking from her head wound, matting her hair with viscous ooze. He pulls out at the moment of his release, covering her flat belly with a coating of slime. Walking away with his precious artifact, he leaves Miss Croft’s fucked corpse in the squalid chamber, exposed and beaten, never

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Extremely Brutal and Incredibly Sad Part I A woman and her younger sister are hanging out just talking. Little do they know, the woman’s boyfriend is plotting to rape and kill her. They chat it up for a bit, then the younger sister is off, planning to be back later. Then, the boyfriend comes home. They make out and passions lead to the bedroom. After an awesome slobbery blowjob, the boyfriend friend walks in on them. She does not understand why he is here. But, thing turn ugly fast with her boyfriend pulls out a switchblade and forced her to sick the other guys cock. And, that is just to start. What follow is a brutal rape with more then just penises going in more then just one hole. Later, her younger, innocent, sweet sister returns and they attack and knock her out. They decide she will be a nice addition to the

Killers Wrath She caught her big break and was not gong to fuck it up. The rookie cop make her way through the darkness, looking for the killer lair. Stealthily, she crept up the stairs into the attic. She found the door, beyond, she could smell the stench, of what, she did no know. He had kidnapped and murdered several girls over the last few months. Not always whole bodies were found. He ate some of them. Today, she was hoping to save a life along with helping her career. A girl she soughtrecently kidnapped and she hopedstill alive. She was in. This had to be it. There werethings in this room she could not describething she knew were used for bad purposes. There was the smell. Then, before her was the board, a posting of news articles chronicling his sadistic murder spree. She was distracted for a moment. And he struck. Grabbing her gun in a flash, unloading itrendering it useless, then hitting and pummeling her to the floor. He beat her senseless, ultimately knocking her out. She woke up with her arms tied over her head. She was bleeding from her mouth. He was with her. In his smooth calm voice he tormented and beat her some more. Then the knife came outshiny, sharp, catching the light as he ran it up and down her clothes. She was a brave little cop at first, but as time went on, she got scared. It was after he ripped off all her clothes that shewhile still trying to maintain some composure, was scared out of her head. Then, he let the knife find her belly. He plunged it into her, cutting, slicing into her, opening her up. With the knife out, there was a gaping wound and he did not let it fester long before plunging his hand inside hersqueezing, pulling at her organs. She was in excruciating pain. He pulled his blood soaked hand out and cut her down. She fell to the floor with a spat, her guts oozing out of the wound. Now, he took he clothes off and now he would have her. He fucked her hard as she desperately tried to cling to her intestines He fucked her a while until finally shooting his load all over her bloody belly and guts. Now the fin starts. He tells her she can goif she can make it to the dooronly a few feet away. To make it more of a challenge, he slices into both of her Achilles tendons. He pulls her onto the floor with a spat. He leaves the room and she separately tries to make it. But, just centimeters away and he returns telling her she has failed. He grabs a long sharp pull and shoves it onto her ass. He pushes hard, spiking it through her body and she writhers and flops in agony until it emerges from her agape mouth. She is skewed in an odd position, enforced by the rigid poll. Later, she has been finishedoiled, cooked and now lays on the table ready to feast on. He has a preference for feet, so removes both of hers and sets them on a shiny platter. He carried her feet off to feast on, leaving her glistening body on the prep table, san

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Jacuzzi Massacre Kiki recently had a bad break up and she has been a homebody for several weeks, watching TV and soaking in the Jacuzzi. Her friends come over to help cheer her up and invite her to a happening party. She agrees and starts to get ready when her ex bursts in pointing a gun. She tried to plead for her life, but he kills hershooting her in the forehead. She drops dead with a splash, into the Jacuzzi. The other two girls are freaking out. Nora tried to hide behind a tree. The pulls her out, seaming frustrated that there were these witnesses that he had not noticed in his focused rage toward Kiki. So, he has no choice, he shoot Nora in the chest and breast. She falls back into the Jacuzzi, dead. Finally, he turns his attention to poor, sweet, Karma, cowering against the lattice wall, fear defining her face. He raises his gun and though her mind hopes for a last minute burst of sympathy, instead, there is a flash and smell of gunpowder and she falls dead into his arms, a bloody hole in her head. He lays her on the wood floor and pauses for a moment to reflect on what has happened. Completing his reflection, he decides to have his way with the girls. He starts with Karma first, removing her shoes, feeling her smooth, white, nylons, and eventually undoing her blouse and playing with her breasts and rubbing her. He then moves to Nora. With her balanced on the edge of the Jacuzzi, he is able to fuck her mouth, which is very pleasurable. After a while, he has her repositioned and is fucking her young, teenage pussy. She is nice, and he spends quite a bit of time enjoying her in a couple positions. Next, he climbs into the tub and enjoys Kiki. She is just as he remembered her from a couple weeks ago, only now she was less bitchy. He fucked his dead exgirlfriend in the Jacuzziboth her mouth and pussy. Later, he had her laid out beside Nora and Karma. He went between fucking Kiki and Nora, fucked Noras stocking clad feet a bit, then finally came all over Karma before l

The Strangling Room Crime is nearly unknown in the future. Generations of rigorously enforced laws and draconian punishments have created an subordinated and lawabiding society, but no government is ideal. In a hierarchal society, there will aways be those with more strength than others, and even those in the upper echelons are prey to human nature. To the rich and strong, these laws are highly comfy, to muffle a political enemy, to lube the wheels of biz or, occasionally, just to keep the sheep in line. Because, regardless of the crime, there is only one punishment. The Throttling Apartment. It is nearly a veteran, a myth, because no one that has actually been sent there is ever seen again to converse about it. Which is why Jizzabelle doesnt realize where she actually is. Her mind is still reeling from the unexpected appearance of armed law enforcement officers who barged into the office and told her she was under arrest. Her coworkers were overwhelmed and observed in dismay, as Jizzabelle was cuffed, babbling about how this all had to be a error. Before she knew it, the fellows had ushered her into a van with dark, tinted windows and drove her to a cower, blandlooking house. Once inwards, they had liquidated her handcuffs and pushed her into an empty apartment. It didnt take lengthy for scare to set in. The apartment was downright nude, no signs of plaques on the walls, no notification of where she was, rules to go after or even a tabouret, where someone could question or converse to her. Other than the robust door they had shoved her thru, now locked, there was only a single window. It, too, was locked, but she thought she could hear motility just outside. She plumbed on the glass and called out, desperate to be let go, or even just understand why she was there. Then, a face suddenly emerged in the window. At very first, she sensed a beckon of ease, but that briefly died. The stud gawped cooly back at her, seeing her in a detached, nearly alien, way. She begged with him to help her, but he merely gazed, face inscrutable. Rapidly, he pulled the blinds on his side of the glass and he was gone. Jizzabelle was overwhelmed, dread like ice water washing over her, then the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Rolling around, she eyed that the fellow was in the apartment with her. He commenced to stalk her within the limited space. She retreated, staying out of reach, asking for grace, menacing to struggle him, even eliminating one of her highheels to brandish as a weapon. Like a cornered brute, she lunged at the dude, but, in her oppressive domination, she flailed frantically, her blows effortlessly batted away. He had been doing this job for a lengthy time and wrestled her with relief. With practiced precision, he looped a string around her neck and grappled her to the ground. Pulling cocksqueezing, he maneuvered into a posture of leverage, Jizzabelles raging thrashing ineffective, as she was cruelly throttled. Her gullet gaped open, tongue protruding, as she perceived her lungs blubbering out for air. Her eyes bulged, capillaries bursting, as the raunchy rope constricted about her neck. Her execution takes a few painful minutes, as the stud brutally gasps the life from her. Once she is dead, the boy unwraps her bare, diminished to a chunk of meat, sans regard to her dignity. He lifts her corpse off the floor and hauls it into another apartment, which contains a lot of dead bods. They are all nymphs and they are all bare, heaped together, limbs tangled in disarray. Jizzabelle is dumped with the rest of them, never to be seen or heard from again.

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