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Dark fantasies with slut Stephanie

dark fantasiesOne thing I learned, working the streets and being a whore is that, if you’re not careful you will end up a victim of someone’s evil and dark fantasies. I was just a young slut starting out, trying to make a name for myself with the Johns out there. A few of the other whores in my area came up missing but I wasn’t worried about it. Sluts come and go and no one ever pays any attention to it. One day, walking home alone I heard a car approaching from behind. By the time I turned around and saw what was happening, I was already being snatched into the van. I didn’t even have time to scream. Once inside the van I was hit so hard in the head that I passed out immediately. When I finally came to, I was strapped down to a table, in a dimly lit room, with a camera pointing at me. My legs and arms were spread wide apart and held tight with thick, leather restraints and I was completely naked. I was drifting in and out when I felt a sudden hot, searing pain to my throat. I tried to scream out when I realized I couldn’t make a sound. My throat was slit wide open. Next I could feel the sting as the cold, sharp blade slid under my breasts, slicing them clean off. As I laid there, bleeding out I could feel my pussy being ripped open as I was being impaled with a giant, spiked club. I felt my skin slipping away as a whip bit into my skin. With every loud crack of the whip, I could see the light fade a little more. I didn’t get a look at my attacker until right before the light faded out for good. He looked me in the eyes as I slipped away. Snuffed out by my own Daddy.

 


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