I went to a dinner party the other night. It was awesome, there was fine drinks, fine food, and finer company. I was conversing with people, meeting new people I have never seen before. I was wearing a black low cut, backless dress with some big stilettos. I came across what appeared to be a nice lovely couple.
The woman had dark hair, a perfect figure, ruby red lips. She was wearing a blood red, very detailed dress. She was very inviting and so was her husband. He left me and his wife talking while he fetched us some drinks. We spoke about business, hobbies, and love life’s. When her man arrived back with the drinks, I partook and continued to get to know them more.
Before I knew it I was feeling woozy, everyone was leaving and cleaning up. The three of us were laughing and they offered to drive me home since I was clearly in no position to take matters into my own hands. I got into their spacious car and they proceeded to tell me that there was one thing they didn’t tell me.
I looked at them hoping it was some kind of joke. They began to say that they have a hobby where they get girls like me and they take them and kill them. I did not open my mouth or say a word. The car came to a stop and they asked me if I was ready to die. They both looked way to eager. The husband gets out and drags me by my hair out of the car. They hold me down bashing my face in.
The husband began tearing my dress off and stuffing his cock inside of me while his wife helped and laughed and called me names. I was bloody and unable to move, they spit on me. Every bone in my body felt as if it was smashed into a million pieces. “OH honey we are not done with you yet.”
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