It would be my undoing, my snuff phone sex whore ways had caught up to me. I thought I had it all figured out, I was to meet him and his A sexual bitch at the bar. I would drug her and bring her back to his place for some wild and brutal torture and ultimately end her life. It started as a threesome attempt and I would slip something in her vodka tonic but it was my head that was getting loopy, something was wrong. They had set me up.
They told the bartender I was drunk and helped me to their SUV. The tables had turned and as he drove us , his woman was in the back seat cutting my skirt and shirt off. She wasn’t sexual; she was a deviant whore like me. This wasn’t the first time they had tricked a willing killer like me. She laughed and spit in my face. Her knife traced my tattoos and she pulled out my nipple piercings making my tits bleed. This bitch even worked her hand up into my pussy, telling her boyfriend how tight I was. When we stopped we were at a dimly lit garage and I was pushed out and told to crawl inside. I was kicked to the cold concrete floor and they both took turn force fucking me with his cock, her fist and even an ax handle. I felt rope around my throat and began to freak out and scream. It was supposed to me killing her and taking her man. No one knew where I was as the rope tightened and I looked up to see the metal pipe swing down. I am a worthless whore after all, but I deserved it for all the rape phone sex fantasies I had made become reality. I was the type of snuff whore who broke in and killed the little bitches daddys no longer wanted after they had been molesting them, I was a goner, or was us. I am a versatile whore, kill me or use me as an accomplice baby!
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