He had drug me out into the woods, tied up, gagged, and knowing that I would not walk out of it alive. He built a fire where I assumed he would build a camp, then pulled me out and laid me next to it. I was already naked, he had stripped me down long before, right after he picked me up and knocked me out. He started massaging up and down my body – over my shoulders, my chest, my tits, my back, my ass, and my legs. Then, his hands moved in to my pussy, and stopped just short of it. His face got frantic, and he started screaming at me that I was a Jezebel, and that this nasty part of me was the reason that I was a fallen woman. He started slapping my cunt hard, over and over, yelling the whole time about how he was trying to save my soul. Then, he found a big stick, it was at least as big around as 3 of his fingers put together, and shoved it into me. It scraped into me, tearing my tender flesh every inch of the way that he shoved it. He did not stop til he felt it reach my cervix. Then, he started jabbing it into my cervix, trying to either penetrate that orifice, or trying to relocate it. I was screaming, it hurt so much, and I could feel the blood seeping out of me. He started smiling then, talking about being cleansed by the blood, and shoving it harder and faster into me. That was when I realized that he was jacking himself off to the sight and feel of that stick driving in and out of me, of my blood pouring down my gash and ass. He finally came, and that was all she wrote. He told me that he had saved me, and now I would get to go to Heaven, but the only way he could guarantee that was to end my suffering now. I barely saw the slash of the blade that slid across my throat, and felt the liquid spurting out of me as reality faded…
Marley
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Dark fantasies are roaming my mind now! I can’t help it! I love being a victim whore so much that I have gravitated towards being an accomplice! My whole purpose is to be your slave, but I want to recruit some pathetic slut to join our cult. I want to be all about you, and I want the whore that I pick out to be all about you too. I know you want a pack of sluts to profess there to love to you. I want us all to worship the ground you walk on. I want us to make you so much money by selling our pussies to a string of men so that you can always be taken care off at all times. I would love nothing more than you and your gang of friends to snuff us all out and humiliate us all till we are beet red in the face. Why stop there? Why don’t you leave each one of us bloody and bruised? Whores with bruises make the best pets.
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