Sleeping with the Enemy A married couple living in harmony in their home but there is a dark spot in the mind of the husband. He likes to have sex with his wife while she is unconscious. When the woman sleeps he puts a chloroform rag to her face for little time. The woman falls into a deep sleep The man takes off her G string forcibly like a rag doll and play with nice body then has sex with her. After sex, he puts on her G string again and he sleep this is a regular habit for the man. In the morning, the wife wakes up tells her husband she feels dizzy, feels pain in her pelvic area. She walks into the bathroom as her husband gives her stare from behind and she notices some bruises on her body inner things, belly. She looks in the direction of the bathroom entrance That afternoon with her husband at work she calls her friend and tells her what she suspects but says she will know for sure tonight. That night before the couple sleep, the wife is sitting up in bed, saying looking out the corner of her eye towards the bathroom as her husband is in the bathroom. He is in the bathroom and prepares the rag with the chloroform He finish the work and going to the bedroom. He joins his wife in bed but after some conversation about how his day went, the wife says that she wants to go to the bathroom. There she finds a rag and a bottle filled with a liquid, She sneakily opens the bottle and sniffs it and has to whip her head back because of the powerful toxin. She looks around then changes the rag with chloroform with another rag and pours out the liquid and fills the bottle with water. She go to the bed for sleep. After some time pretending that she sleep, the husband does the same thing walking into the bathroom and getting the rag after pouring liquid on it. The wife pretends to be unconscious when the husband places the rag on her face. The husband go to rape her and she scream, shout, swear, hitting him as he is surprised but tries to control, her punches. He places a hand over her mouth and nose as she fights strongly. He continues to hold down her face and ends up smothering her and pushing her face down into the mattress. After awhile, she slows down. She starts to spasm and has sweat at all her body. Her face becomes bluish and her eyes is wide open. Finally she is bruised and dead by hand smothering. He check if she is dead and then he rapes her, rag dolling and play with her body. He carries her to the bathroom and places her inside the tub and open the tap. “Can’t leave any traces of me on you honey…sorry.” He sinks her entire body. He stands, looks at her then leaves with her body sub

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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

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Hillbilly Hospitality 2 Hot Young Ladies alone and vulnerable in the wilderness with brutal, hungry mountain men ready to enjoy their tender young secrets. The Hillbilly mountain men did it once before in the original Hillbilly Hospitality, and now they’re back for more! Chalk up another sexy and arousing movie for MaX. While on a rafting trip, four pretty girls and their guides stop to render aid to a stranded boater. The guides stay by the river bank to make the needed repairs, while the girls take a walk up a wooded trail in search of a private place to pee, finally stopping by some old picnic tables. Little do they know that they’re not alone in them thar woods! The Hillbilly foursome from Hillbilly Hospitality is back, and they have has definite plans for the sexy young ladies. Guess these girls won’t be needing those bikinis any more as the fellas move in to sample their intimate goodies. I’ve never seen a spread this delicious on any picnic table before! Weather you prefer a breast or a thigh doesn’t matter because there’s plenty to go around. The girls are quickly subdued and then get to watch as one by one they are tossed on the adjacent picnic table, roughly stripped naked, and then raped and strangled to death. One girl manages to break free and make a run for it back down the trail to her raft, only to find that her guides have already been dispatched. No help coming from them. She quickly winds up on the wrong end of a gun and ain’t goin’ anyplace as Hillbilly Lucky puts a slug in her belly, strips her bikini off her beautiful, wideeyed body, and then enjoys her tight little secrets right there in the raft. Meanwhile, the last sexy victim is quietly finishing her losing struggle on the picnic table as she is brutally pumped back and forth, all of her most private secrets now the property of the Hillbillies. Several minutes later all is quiet again at the small camp site as the girls lay naked, raped and strangled with their tender pink secrets on provocative display. Dead girls really don’t care what you look at, or touch, or……. The picnic is over for now, but will the Hillbillies be back for sloppy seconds? Maybe the girls shoulda been listening for dueling banjos before going down that secluded trail to pee in the

Sliced She was excited when her boyfriend showed her the scream mask. She turned herself on as she waiting for him to comeback in costume. When he did, he was holding a bloody knife and a big boner poking out the front under the fabric. She smiled and when he acted forceful, using the knife to direct her what to do, she was turned on even more. First, she lifted his robe and sucked his cock for a bit. Then, he motioned for her to lay back and she did. He took her, fucking her in his scream costume. They did all positions and when he climaxed, it covered her face. With a big smile she got up, and he grabbed his blood REAL knife. When she turned toward him, he slashed her throat. She spun around and smacked the wall just like the girl from the movie within the actual scream movie called stab. Now against the wall, she looked shockedthen the blood started pouring out in buckets. She slid down the wall, and the blood poured out of her neck, warm and red, soaking her skin, spreading across the floor. As the life drained, her hand fall to the side and she was still but for a few twitches. The boyfriend removed his costume and lifted his dead, bloodsoaked girlfriend onto the bed. He fucked her mouth for a bit, then fucked her in several different positions. Finally, he came on her asshis jizz oozing down her but crack. When it was over, he dragged her to the floor, but left her feet on the bed with her pretty sand