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Here is what I think about when I’m feverishly finger fucking myself in my sickest moments, this is not for the faint of heart.

You pick me up outside school or the mall, bringing a knife to my throat and forcing me in a car trunk where you tape and tie me up securely.  I struggle and scream into the gag you shoved in my mouth but can do nothing as you drive me away from safety.

When we get to our destination you pull me out and drag me kicking and screaming into the house, and throw me on the bed.  In no time at all you have my arms secured to the headboard and begin cutting off my clothes with a knife….you know I won’t need them again, although i am only beginning to suspect.

You slap my face, my tits, pinch me and bite me all over.  I am screaming in pain but mortified because my pussy is getting wetter and wetter.  You notice and laugh harshly as you cruelly abuse my body.  You let me see your face and your cold eyes.  You roughly finger my pussy, thrusting two and then three fingers in and stretching my tight hole.  I beg and plead for mercy, as you laugh again and slap me.

You take your cock out and shove it down my throat till I choke and cry for air.  Over and over again you choke me with your frighteningly huge cock.  Finally you pull out with a sadistic grin.  But we both know it’s not over, you haven’t cum yet and I fear I’m in for more trouble as you get up and bring over a portable table.

You show me all kinds of implements of torture.  Needles, pliers, lighters, and wire are a few things I see among many many others.  I start screaming and begging for real now, knowing that I won’t leave alive.  While the realization of my impending doom hits, my pussy gets more and more excited about the horrible things you’ll make me do before the end.

Want to rape and torture my holes and sweet teen body?  Give me a call and give me all the evil treatment you want, I will be your little fuckdoll and let you rape and snuff me.