Following a Friend

tags: M/F, M/f, semi-cons, torture, piss, impalement, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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After my last class for the day ended in the afternoon, I walked slowly towards the laundromat where Mary worked. It was almost three miles away, right in the center of the town, but since she finished working an hour later, I walked slowly enjoy the spring sun.

Mary was my neighbor since I was little. She started taking care of me shortly after that, as my father didn't seem to be around much of the time.

At 26 years old, she wasn't that much older than me, since I had turned 14 the last month, but she was the most serious and reliable woman I knew. In an time where most girls got converted before their twenties by sheer stupidity, she had beaten the odds and stayed alive well into her twenties. In only 4 years she would turn 30, and from then on she would be safe.

A few years ago she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Matthew, and she had married the father, a man named Andrew that was 30 years older than her. Matthew was to me the little brother I never had, and as Mary had taken care of me when I was little, I sometimes took care of him when she was working.

That day I arrived a little early as usual, so I sat on a bus stop next to it and took out one of my school books. My teacher had given us a few chapter to read for tomorrow and I wanted to get it done quickly.

Before long, I saw Mary coming out while she cried. I put the book in my backpack again and ran to her. She buried her face in my hair as I held her, and she started sobbing. After a few minutes, she started to calm a little and I guided her to a park that was a few blocks away.

We sat in silence under a tree as the sun fell below the horizon and the lights all around us turned on. I wondered what had happened to her, but I didn't want to press her and she didn't say a word.

Well after sunset, I started to feel cold and told her to come home with me. She hesitated as I looked at her, but she got up and walked behind me as I slowly headed home.

We arrived well after ten, and I found my father watching TV and drinking beer. He didn't say a word when he saw me, so I didn't bother telling him that Mary was going to stay with me. I took her up into my room and told her to rest.

Exhausted, she went straight into my bed and dropped herself into it while I brushed my teeth in the bathroom. When I came out she was already asleep so I undressed her, leaving her in her underwear before covering her.

Since I had a big bed, I slept next to her and it wasn't long until I was deeply asleep.

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When I woke up in the morning she was hugging me from behind, her big breasts pressing against my back as she snored softly into my ears. The bed was warm and for a moment I wanted nothing else than to stay there forever.

Unfortunately my bladder was full and I really needed to pee, so I slowly got up, untangling myself from her arms as softly as I could. She turned around as soon as I was up and I knew she would wake up soon. When I returned to the room, she was sitting in the bed, looking at me smiling, but with tired eyes.

I was wearing a white bra to cover my small breast with white cotton panties, and I suddenly felt silly as she rose from the bed.

She was a beautiful women while my body was still thin and flat, not yet developed. Thinking about it made me feel uncomfortable.

She was still wearing the same underwear she had yesterday, a lacy red bra that made her breasts look big and firm and matching red panties. She looked gorgeous with her hair all messed up, but her eyes were still puffy from crying.

Smiling, she kissed me in the cheek before going into the bathroom.

Happy that she was feeling better, I decided to dress myself for school. I put on a white sleeveless shirt, black pantyhose and a black skirt. I then combed my long black hair in the mirror before putting on some make up.

As I was looking for my shoes under the bed, she came out from the bathroom.

She was wrapped in a towel and was texting someone on her phone. She sat on the bed before noticing me, her eyes looking at me before she smiled again.

‘You look beautiful’ she said to me and I blushed, brushing my skirt down.

I told her I would make us some breakfast while she changed, and I went downstairs into the kitchen. Dad had already left, leaving his coffee cup empty and the table full of crumbs.

After putting some bread in the toaster, I made us some tea and cleaned the mess he had left behind. She came down just as I was finishing up, and we sat together to eat.

She looked much better today, and we had breakfast as we talked about nothing, laughing about this and that. She never told me what had happened yesterday, and once in awhile she would pick up her phone as she texted with someone. Her face would turn serious every time, but she still wouldn't tell me what it was about.

After a while she told me she had to leave, and I told her I would go with her. She said no at first, but I insisted as I didn't want her to be alone that day. It wouldn't be too much of a problem if I missed one day of school.

She looked at me unsure, asked me again if I was sure, and finally nodded. A second after that I could see regret on her eyes, but she said nothing and we went out.

A taxi was waiting for us outside and she went in as I was locking the door.

I followed after her, a bit surprised to find the taxi there since she hadn't called it. I asked her about it and she looked at the floor before explaining me that Andrew was leaving her. He had presented the divorce papers the week before and yesterday she had received the notification from the court confirming the divorce.

Worst of all, he had gotten Matthew’s custody, since she was still under the conversion age.

I was speechless as the car drove around the city. Thinking back into last week, I now saw her getting very depressed, and for a brief moment I was angry at her for not telling me about it. But then I told myself that it wouldn't have change anything and maybe she just didn't want to depress me.

I didn't know what to do, so I sat in silence as the taxi drove around, the driver silent. After a while we crossed the city center and went into one of the older parts of town. As I looked out the window I saw a lot of empty houses and I was surprised when the taxi stopped in the middle of an abandoned street.

Grass grew from cracks on the pavement, and as far as I could see, not a single house looked occupied.

The house he had stopped in had once been painted white but now what was left of the paint was dark and stained by years of exposure. The weeds had taken over the front yard and the lower windows were covered with wooden boards. A few kids had spray painted the lower walls, and I could see a few broken windows upstairs.

I looked around at the other houses and they all seemed to be in the same condition. A chill ran down my spine as I noticed that the front door was wide open.

We got out of the taxi and it went away as we stood by the street looking into the darkness inside the house.

‘I am proud of what I accomplished, and I don't regret the decisions I took, you know?’ she said.

‘When I turned 25 everyone was so surprised that I was still alive, but you know what? It's not that hard! Girls are always surprised when they end up with a noose around their neck, but guess what? It is their fault for playing with it. A noose around your neck is not a game. If your boyfriend asks you to sit on a Jessica, even if it's off? Run!’ she said as she looked at me.

‘Going to a carnival at 18 years old? That is a death sentence� that how I survived, and I planned to keep doing it� That is how I got Matthew�’

But of course I knew there was more to it than that. She had told me before that Andrew had started sleeping with other girls when she kept refusing him.

At first she had ignored it thinking that it would do their marriage good, since he would get all those thing out of his system, but it only grew worse.

He started pressuring her more, telling her of all the things he did with those girls, and the ways he had killed them. One day she had found him with another girl, much younger than her in their own bed.

He was fucking her in the ass as he tightened a piece of rope around her neck. Her face was blue, like the schoolgirl uniform she was wearing, and she looked at her in desperation. Horrified, she had run away, only to return the next day expecting the worst.

He never said a word about that day, but every night as she laid next to him she wondered if she would wake up tied up and with a noose around her neck. He grew cold and distant, and when he had asked the divorce, she hadn't been surprised, just angry at the helplessness of her situation.

So now that she was officially single again, she would show him she said.

I wasn't sure what she meant with that, but she offered me her hand and I took her. As we walked towards the front door, I saw a child's bike buried under the weeds. I thought it had been pink before, but now it was just rust.

She lead me into the house and darkness enveloped us.

For a moment I expected the door to close on its own behind us, but it didn't and I felt pretty silly. After our eyes had gotten used to the darkness, Mary closed it herself before leading me deeper inside the house. We walked though a few rooms until we found the living room.

Inside, two men were sitting on an old couch that was pushed against a wall. The center of the room was empty, and I saw that all the furniture had been pushed against the walls.

The air inside felt greasy and stale, and a single light bulb hung naked over the center of the room, casting the only light.

Mary went to greet the two men while I stood by the door. They shook hands, and I could hear them presenting themselves as Thomas and Robert.

After a brief chat, Thomas took her by the hand, leading her to the center of the room while Robert walked up to me.

As he stood in front of me I realized how big he was. He must have been at least forty, and he was almost three heads taller than me. His face was cleanly shaven, and as he spoke his deep voice made my body tremble.

He kissed my hand before leading me to the couch. Once there, he motioned me to sit, and then sat himself right next to me. The couch was extremely dirty and covered in years of dust. I felt filthy just by sitting on it and besides me I could feel his body heat coming off as if he were a big furnace.

Without asking me, he placed on meaty hand on my thigh just over my skirt, leaving it there as he nodded towards the center of the room.

Mary was kissing Thomas deeply in his mouth while his hands roamed all over her body. He was as big as Robert, but he had a huge beard. His belly was also flatter, and his arms looked more muscular under his shirt.

Slowly, he started to undo the buttons of her blouse. I was shocked as he took it off, letting it fall to the dirty floor. She paid no attention to it as she kissed him, and he continued undressing her until she was left only with her bra and her panties.

The red lace stood brightly against her pale skin as she started undressing him. His hands started touching her breasts and her ass, pulling and pinching strongly and leaving red mark all over her skin.

I started trembling as she took down his boxers. His cock was hard and it looked huge as it stabbed her in the chest. Without hesitation she got on her knees, taking his manhood into her mouth and sucking it into her throat.

It wasn't the first time I had seen a woman performing oral sex, as I had seen a few of my girlfriends sucking their boyfriends on a mixed pajama party earlier that year, but there was something wild and raw that time that I couldn't quite define.

The room filled with the sounds of sex as she sucked him. One of her hands was wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping it slowly every time she took him into her mouth. It wasn't long before I could see his cock covered in saliva every time she pulled back.�

With one hand, Thomas unclasped her bra, letting it fall on the floor with the rest of her clothing and now her breasts started swinging as she rocked forwards and backwards.

Thomas pulled his head back, lost in pleasure as he grabbed her head, pulling her towards his hips until he was fully buried into her mouth. From there I could see her throat bulging to accommodate his manhood.

Her hands desperately pushed against his thighs trying to get away but he held her firmly in place. He laughed as she moaned in panic under her and for a moment I thought he was going to drown her with his cock.

After what seemed an eternity, he released her and she fell back on her ass, coughing loudly. Long strings of drool fell from her face into the floor as she looked up at him.

Grabbing her by her hair, he pulled and pushed until she was laying naked on the floor. He told her to stretch her arms and she did, lifting her ass high into the air and resting her breasts and her face on the floor, facing my way.

I jumped as Robert placed an arm over my shoulders, pulling me into his body.

He looked at me as Thomas stood over her. Using both hands, he pulled from the elastic of her panties, stretching them until they broke. He threw them to the floor with the rest of her clothing. Kneeling over her, he placed the tip of his cock over her ass and I tensed.

‘Don't move, slut. No matter what. Understood?’ he ordered her, his voice deep and commanding.

She nodded once while she looked at me in the eyes just as he pushed forward.

Mary screamed wildly as he forced her ass apart, probably tearing her open in the process. I tried to get up, but Bob held me in place, one of his hands pushing me down into the couch as the other squeezed my thigh over my skirt.

In front of us, Thomas was slowly pushing his huge cock into her ass, and I could see the himself straining against her sphincter. My body tensed in sympathy as I saw the pain in her face.

‘Did you know what she came here for? Did she tell you?’ he whispered into my ear as Mary kept screaming.

In front of us, Tom kept pounding Mary into the floor, his massive bulk crushing her with every thrust. From there, I could see his cock entering her ass, stretching it wide. After a few thrusts his cock started to come out red with her blood, and I winced as I imagined the agony she was feeling.

Bob asked me again if I knew what she wanted, and I said no.

‘Look at the corner’ he said.

There, in the dark, a spit was resting against the wall. Its gleaming metal shining even in the shadows. Besides it, a camera was mounted on a tripod, a little red light indicating that it was on. Now that I had seen it, I wondered how I had missed it until now. Looking around I saw two more cameras, one above them and one to the side.

I moaned in agony, as I realized that Mary had come here to be snuffed.

Robert nodded as I said no over and over again, refusing to believe what deep down I had known all along.

‘She wouldn't’ I told him softly but he told me to look at her.

‘She isn't fighting him, is she? She came here on her own’ he said.

I couldn't argue with that and I started crying. He patted me in the back before rising from the couch. He stood in front of me, kneeling on the floor between me and Mary.

‘She brought you here for a reason. She wanted you to be here with her. To hold her.’ he said as he took my hands, his voice soft and supporting.

I nodded at him, my vision blurry from all the tears. I told her I would, and he nodded once.

‘You know what you have to do, then.’ he said, as he started undressing in front of me. I took a deep breath with my eyes closed before raising from the couch. I slowly took my shirt and my skirt off, folding them neatly on the couch. I stepped off my shoes before I looked at one of the cameras. Slowly, I took off my bra, ashamed of my small breasts.

Besides me, Robert was already naked. His body was covered in thick black hair. His arms and legs were filled with muscle, and his cock was as thick as my wrist. It stood proudly in front of him, just under his belly. As big as he was, he was not as big as Thomas.

I blushed as I looked down at my feet and suddenly knew that I wouldn't be able to stand naked in front of him. The thought of being completely naked in front of him terrified me, and I decided to keep my pantyhose on.

When he saw that I wasn't taking them off, he stood behind me running his hands over my legs. I could feel his fingers dancing over the nylon and the sensation sent tingles all over my body.

Taking me by one hand, he led me to the center of the room where Thomas was finally cumming inside Mary’s ass. He screamed loudly as he emptied his balls inside her while she wailed in agony.

I trembled as I saw her body tensing with the pain, but she had kept her arms stretched in front of her all the time.

Once he was done, he got up, stretching his arms high above his head.

The stench of sex and blood filled the air, and I saw Mary’s body was covered in tiny beads of sweat despite the cool air inside the room.

I could also see his cock covered in Mary’s blood and shit, still hard as cum dribbled from her ass.

She laid on the floor, exhausted and moaning from the pain. Tears of pain were running down her face and I wanted to hug her and tell her it would be okay while Robert stood behind me. His hands were resting on my shoulders as I felt his manhood poking me in the ass.

Thomas returned a moment later with the spit in one hand, and a length of hemp rope and a ring gag with a leather strap on the other. He knelt in the floor next to her, pulling her head by her hair. When she opened her mouth to scream he shoved the ring inside her mouth, locking it open. It looked obscenely big for her, and her jaw was pulled open even farther as he pulled the ring deeper into her mouth before closing it behind her head.

With the rope, he tied her arms behind her, pulling hard until her elbows were touching. Her breast stood proudly in front of her as she pushed her shoulders back, trying to lessen the tension. I noticed that they were covered in dirt and her nipples were hard.

He tied the other end of the rope to a metal loop that was at the back of the leather strap, pulling her head back and forcing her throat to be as straight as possible.

I remember coldly that during an implement, having the throat straight would help, as it would lower the chances of the spit coming out from her neck instead of through the mouth.

The position seemed really uncomfortable for her, but neither men seemed to care, and I was too scared to say anything. I could see her tongue sticking out as drool ran down her chin.

Thomas grabbed a small wooden bench that had been pushed against the wall, placing it right next to her.

He effortlessly lifted her from the floor, laying her on the bench. Her hips on one end, and her knees resting on the floor. Her whole weight rested on her breasts and the edge of the narrow bench was digging deeply into their flesh.

He then grabbed the spit once more and stood behind her, resting the butt of the spit on the floor. As he stood naked behind her, he reminded me of one of the Greek gods we had been studying in school a few week ago. As his eyes found me, and they filled me with dread.

My knees started trembling as Robert pushed me around the bench until I was in front of her. I kneeled down, feeling the floor crunch under my knees and Robert kneeled behind me. I could feel his breathing on my neck as he leaned into me, his hands on my shoulders.

I looked into Mary’s eyes as I too grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. Her face was covered in dirt and what little makeup she had before had ran down her face as she cried.

I tried to read her eyes as drool fell from her mouth onto the floor between us, but I had to look away after a few seconds, unable to meet her gaze.

‘Hold her firmly, no matter how much she moves. If she doesn't stay still, it will only be more painful for her.’ Robert said into my ears as his hands held me in place.

I nodded, knowing what was expected of me. Deep inside, I was horrified as I didn't understand how she could do this to me. I looked into her eyes once more, desperately searching for an answer, but she gave me no signs that I could understand.

Behind her, Thomas was now kneeling on the floor. I could feel her body tensing as he� placed the tip of the spit over her anus, and the cold steel touched her.

Her breathing got shallow and fast as she started hyperventilating in anticipation and I could feel her trembling under my hands. Her eyes locked into mine, and I promised myself that I wouldn�t look away, no matter what.

Without a word, Thomas started pushing the spit inside her, stretching her abused asshole once more. I saw with horror the gleaming metal disappear inch by inch inside her. She instinctively tried to move away from it, but I held her down in place.

I could hear her grunting as Thomas worked behind her. Tears started to fall down her face again as the tip dug deeper into her, and I wonder if she was having second thoughts.

For a moment I wanted to cry out for them to stop, but I was too scared. I was naked and she was tied. I wouldn't be able to do anything even if I found to courage to say something

Mary mumbled something incomprehensible to me, and I desperately wanted to ask her what she meant, to take out that awful ring from her mouth, but I remained silent, looking into her tearful eyes.

After a few minutes of slowly pushing and twisting the spit around, Thomas had already shoved about a foot of it inside her. I knew from school that now he had to pierce her intestines, as they turned away and he had to go in a straight line. After that, there would be no way to go back, as she would quickly bleed to death if the spit was removed.

I tensed as I felt her push against my hands and I started crying with her. Behind her, I could see her hands formed into fist, her nails biting into her palms until they drew blood.

With a grunt, Thomas pushed with all his body and suddenly the spit moved into her a whole foot in just a second. I could feel the force as her body rocked forwards into my hands.

Mary started screaming in agony as the metal destroyed her insides. I shuddered as she started kicking, desperate to get away from the spit, and if not for Robert I would have run out of the room.

He held me down in place, and I held Mary down, as Thomas wasted no time pushing the spit forwards again.

I could barely see her from all the tears, but I held her down, desperate to keep my word to the last minute.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the next obstacle, her diaphragm. A properly executed spitting killed the victim by suffocation as the diaphragm was broken and the victim lost her ability to breath.

I don't know if she knew what was next, but she tensed once more, taking three short breaths just before gasping in pain.

Her face looked surprised and she stood still for the first time as tears streamed down her face. Behind her, Thomas worked quickly and efficiently. The spit entered her inch by inch, faster and faster as he guided the tip until I could see her throat bulging from her chest.

She started gagging as the spit passed over the back of her tongue, but it was over quickly. I stood still, amazed as the tip slowly emerged from her mouth, her eyes closed.

The smooth shaft passed perfectly thought the center of the gag, making a perfect seal and Tom kept pushing until the tip was only a few centimeters from my own open mouth.

I stood transfixed as I saw the gleaming tip coming towards me and for a moment I wondered if it would keep going until it passed through me too.

Satisfied with his work, Tom stood up, walking out of the room and into what I thought was the kitchen.

Robert’s hands released me and I stood still, holding Mary as her body shuddered once more. I counted the seconds, amazed that she could hold so long with the spit thought her body.

I could hear her gagging and I imagined her body trying to swallow the spit, not knowing that it had gone completely through her.

Suddenly, she blinked several times and she looked more alert than before. She looked at me just before her body started trashing in agony and finally her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

She was still once again, and I knew she was dead.

I lifted my hands from her shoulders, placing them on my thighs. I closed my eyes, trying to block the outside world as I tried to accept that she was gone.

Minutes passed while I cried softly, my face inches from the spit that had taken her life. Mary had been my only mom, my best friend and now I didn't know what I would do.

I rose unsteadily from the floor, kissing her hair one last time. Looking around the dark room, I saw Robert standing against the wall. He must have been watching me silently as I cried, but I wasn't sure how that made me feel.

‘Now what happens?’ I asked him as I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand.

Behind him I could see one of the cameras, the red light still on. I felt silly standing there in front of it, naked except for my black pantyhose.

‘Well, as for her, after we are done here we will take her for the nearest conversion center. They will take care of the body’ he said as he walked slowly towards her.

He ran his fingers over her naked back and I watched the grotesque scene that her naked body displayed. The spit was sticking from her mouth and her ass, the cold metal shining under the dim light.

Dry cum and blood stained her ass cheeks, and I noticed that her arms had turned a deep shade of red as blood flow was cut off by the ropes.

‘As for you, that depends on what you want to do.’ he said, looking at me expectantly.

What to do� My mind was racing with images of my past and my future as I wondered about it. I knew I should go on, keep living my life, but it now felt pointless and empty. Without her it made no sense, and it made me angry at her. Why did she do it? Why did she have to be so selfish?

With her decision she had taken everything from me. The idea of school, of my old friends, of facing Matthew� it all sounded so unappealing.

I looked at her, sobbing uncontrollably. Robert walked behind me and I felt his arms around me, embracing me from behind. Once I felt the heat from his body again I realized how cold the room really was.

‘What do you want to do?’ he asked me.

For a second I was paralyzed by fear as I looked at her body. I had never wanted to end like that, but without her�

Afraid that my voice would betray me, I nodded once.

‘Shhhh, I understand’ he said, softly stroking my hair.

He released me and I turned around to face him. He took my face in his hands, and kissed me softly the lips, almost tenderly before going to her body.

He undid the rope that tied her arms together, letting them fall to the ground before he taking the gag from her mouth. Looking at her arms, I could see deep marks were the rope had burned her skin as she pulled at them, and I started wondering how much it would hurt.

With a grunt of effort, he dragged the bench out of the way, clearing the center of the room once again.

I looked around, noticing the position of the cameras and I shuddered again. What would people think when they saw this? I had seen many conversion videos in my life, both at school and on TV, but I never imagined myself in one.

Robert came slowly towards me with the gag and the rope in his hands. He looked like a shark circling his prey as he walked in circles around me. I shivered as my eyes followed him around.

After a few turns, he stopped behind me.

I stood completely still, looking ahead of me until I saw him lowering the gag in front of my face. From up close, the leather looked old and weathered and I was surprised at how big the ring itself was. I had to stretch my jaw painfully to accommodate it, and once it was in, it forced my jaw into a very uncomfortable position.

The metal ring scraped against my teeth but the metal felt warm against my tongue. I could still taste her saliva on it.

He closed the leather strap behind me, pulling it tight and forcing my jaws to open a bit more. I trembled as I wondered how many women had wore this ring as they died and I remembered the spit coming out of it a few minutes ago.

He then grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back and I panicked for a moment. He pulled with all his force, pinning my arms behind me and making my arms hurt. His free hand rested on my neck, squeezing softly until I had calmed down.

Using the hemp rope, he slowly tied my arms, starting by my wrists and climbing along them until her had pulled my elbows together. The fibers felt rough against my skin as he tied the final knot, immobilizing my arms.

I pulled the ropes trying to find any slack but they were too tight. It wasn't long before my arms started to feel numb and when I kept pulling the only thing I managed was to burn myself on the rough hemp.

Feeling strangely calm despite my situation, I looked around, wondering how he would do it.

Seeing the spit, I started shaking uncontrollably. Images started flashing on my mind, and I could imagine the spit entering me, the terrible pain as it pierced my insides, making me die in agony. For a moment I even feared he would use the same spit Thomas had used on Mary, and I almost bolted out of the room.

I don't know if he knew what I felt that that moment, but the pulled me around until I was facing him.

‘Stay calm’ he said to me, as the pain from my jaw and my arms kept growing.

I saw him looking at the spit before he shook his head, which strangely enough calmed me. He held me in his arms again, my head resting on his stomach.

After a few moments like that, he pushed me down until I was kneeling on the floor. I saw his cock in front of my face, still hard. While I had never sucked a cock before, I knew what he expected of me.

I breathed deeply before guiding his cock into my open mouth and then started sucking him. He tasted clean and the sensation of his warm skin in my mouth was not unpleasant. The gag made it very hard to suck him as I couldn't close my lips around it.

Using my tongue along the shaft and the head, I tried to pleasure him as best as I could.

It wasn't long before he grabbed my hair as Thomas had done with Mary before, pushing himself deeper and deeper into my throat. Unlike her, I started gagging immediately as his cock hit the back of my head.

My stomach twisted, threatening to empty its contents and my tongue started to hurt as I tried to push his cock out of my mouth.

Lost in his own pleasure he didn't seem to realize that, and he kept going for so long that I thought I would suffocate.

Pulling from my hair until my scalp started to hurt, he buried himself full into me, his cock bending down my throat while my face rested on his stomach. Vomit came rushing up, coming out of my nose as my mouth was still full with his meat.

The liquid burned me from the inside, but he just screamed in pleasure as I coughed violently while he held me in place.

After a few agonizing moments, he pulled back, freeing my throat as I fought to fill my burning lungs with air. I coughed long streams of snot mixed with own vomit as my body tried to clear itself.

I hung my head down, looking at puke that was pooling on the floor around my thighs as drool continued to fall down from my mouth. I tried to swallow so I could spit the foul mixture from my mouth, but the ring prevented it.

I laughed hysterically as I breathed deeply despite the burning sensation, until I saw his feet in front of me.

Embarrassed, I looked up only to find him smiling. He patted my head, and I rested it against his leg as I breathed deep and long. I closed my eyes as I started shivered from the cold.

Without a word he left, making me fall down. I saw him looking for something inside the pockets of his pants, as I struggled to raise from the floor without my hands.

He came back with something in his hands, but I couldn't see what it was.

Standing behind me, he helped me lay down on the floor. My face and my breasts rested on my own vomit and the dirt on the floor, while he lifted my ass high into the air. As I tried to breath, the stench made me gag and I thought I would puke again.

Kneeling behind me, he spread my legs apart. Pulling the crotch of my pantyhose, he split it open easily. I could feel the cool air of the room over my hairless cunt and I shuddered.

I heard him spitting and then felt the warm sensation of his saliva on my anus. I started moaning in panic as I remembered Thomas raping Mary’s ass, but as before he paid no attention to my protests.

Grabbing his cock in one hand and my hips in the other, he rested it on top of my asshole and started pushing. At first the sensation was one of pressure and it was not painful, but as my asshole started to spread and he forced himself deeper and deeper, the pain started to increase.

Even if he was smaller than Thomas, he was probably to wide to be my first time, especially since he never bothered to use his fingers before entering me with his cock.

It wasn't long before I was in agony, my eyes tightly closed as tears streamed freely down my face and I made strange sounds with my throat. Unconcerned, he kept pushing himself in and I felt as if my ass was on fire as stretched to accommodate him.

From time to time, he would slap my ass, as if he pain I was feeling wasn’t enough for him.

To my short relief, I soon felt his hips resting on my ass and I relaxed a little knowing that the worst was surely over.

I was wrong, as he prove to me when he pulled out quickly. A blindingly bright lance of pain split my mind, forcing everything else out of it and I wailed like a banshee under his body until my throat started to hurt.

Without pause, he pushed himself inside me again and he soon picked up a fast rhythm.

His cock raped my asshole, sending pain to every corner of my body as he shook me with every thrust. His weight pushed me into the disgusting floor , crushing my breast under me.

Finally, my sphincter couldn't hold any longer, and with a soft pop, I felt it break. I gasped in surprise and felt silent for a second.

The pain was even worse than before, as every movement was agony for me. I trashed violently under him, screaming and moaning in anguish, until he finally buried himself in my ass one more time before filling my bowels with his seed.

He pulled out quickly, sending one more jolt of pain through my abused body, and after that I collapsed on the floor. My breathing was fast and shallow and I was sure I would go into shock soon.

As I concentrated on my breathing, I felt a warm feeling between my legs and I realized I had peed myself. I heard him laughing above me and at that moment I had never been more humiliated in my life.

He turned me around until I was facing up and resting my whole weight on my arms. He stood above, his legs at my sides while he grabbed his cock in one hand.

As Thomas's cock had been after raping Mary, his was covered in blood and shit, but he didn't seem to care.

Now that I was facing up, what little pee was still falling from my cunt fell into my destroyed ass, burning me again and bringing fresh tears to my face.

Not content with the abuse he had given me, he started peeing on me. I was stunned as I felt the first few drops of warm piss hitting my face and he wasted no time aiming the stream into my open mouth.

The horrible taste soon overwhelmed me and I gagged again, coughing and expelling the urine that had pooled inside my mouth. It fell on my face, burning my eyes and soaking my hair in his piss.

Once his bladder was empty, he shook the last few drops of piss from his cock with one hand, like he wood after using an urinal. He stood above me, smiling while I looked at him with pure hatred. I couldn't believe that I had given myself to him.

I started sobbing again, from the agony my ass kept sending through my body and by the hate I felt towards him. From the corner of my eye I could see Mary’s body and I was suddenly very afraid to die.

He picked from the floor what he had brought from his pants and I saw it was a choking leash. A thin white rope forming a noose, with a knot that let you close it, but that would not open again no matter how hard you pulled.

A few of my girlfriends had let their boyfriends convince them to model one while they fucked with the promise of keeping it loose, only to realize that it had been a lie. They had all died, thrashing desperately as they tried to pull them open with their bare hands, but I knew it was next to impossible.

Tied as I was, I would have no chance at all.

Finally seeing my death in front of me I panicked again, pushing myself back and away from him. The wet pantyhose slipped on the floor, making it very hard to move. How could I have been so stupid! I cursed myself as I tried to escape him only to bump into the bench where Mary’s body was resting.

Surprised, I felt a warm sensation on my back. I turned around trying to see what it was only to see a pool of blood forming under the bench.

He lost no time catching me again, pulling me towards him with all his might and slipping the leash around my neck. He pulled from it, closing it tightly. I could feel the thin rope digging in my neck, but it didn't block my throat.

As he dragged me back to the center of the room, I saw Mary's blood on my shoulder. Anguish gripped at me, while my ass kept screaming in agony, and my wet hair was sticking to my face.

I started sobbing, refusing the fact that I was about to die. I regretted following Mary into the house, letting him convince me of this. I trashed around, kicking at the air until I felt my foot strike his body. Without a warning he slapped me hard on my face, rocking my head to one side and making me hit the floor.

Pulling lightly from the leash, I felt him close it a bit more over my neck, making it a bit harder for me to breath.

Wrapping the loose end of the leash around his hand, he pushed me against the floor, and using his free hand he started playing with my cunt. He started fingering me without any foreplay, sticking one and then two fingers inside my virgin hole.

As he finger fucked me his thumb would play with my clit, rubbing it hard. The sensation was incredible, and despite the pain I was soon pumping my hips up and down to get as much pleasure out of it as I could.

From time to time he would take his hand down between my legs, touching my asshole and sending jolt of paint though my body. They mixed with the pleasure from my cunt in a way I never expected possible.

While I desperately searched for an orgasm, he kept pulling from the leash, slowly tightening it around my throat. Soon it got really hard to breath and every time I managed to do it, strange noises would emerge as air passed through my tortured larynx.

He looked into my eyes before pulling from the leash one final time. I could feel the rope digging deeply into my neck, crushing my throat forever. I fought with all my strength, but I could not get more air into my lungs.

Panicking, I started humping his hands furiously as he stuck a third finger in, stretching my cunt. I was desperate to cum, but my orgasm seemed too far away from me.

To my despair, he pulled out, and I looked at him, begging him for a release. I realized that I had never cummed in my life, and though about how unfair it would to die without ever experiencing one

Taking his filthy cock in one hand, he pushed himself into my cunt in one move, filling me completely and finally pushing me over the edge.

Every muscle in me pulled tight, as if my body was trying to tear itself apart and my vision turned white as I felt a cock in my cunt for the first time. I felt a mixture of emotions that overwhelmed me. I was angry at the world for being so cruel, in terrible pain but lost in enormous pleasure too. I was happy that the pain would soon be over but most of all I was sad that I would never get to experience this again.

As my body slowly came down from the high my orgasm had given me, I remember what his cock looked coming out of my ass and I was revolted as he fucked my raw cunt with it. Suddenly the stench of my own puke mixed with his urine overwhelmed.

Without warning I felt vomit coming up by my crushed throat. Strange gurgling noises escaped my mouth as I tried to vomit, but it impossible. Having nowhere to go, the puke fell into my lungs, burning me from the inside.

My vision started to fade as he kept pumping in and out of me, searching for his own release, but I felt him as a distant thing as my senses started to fade. Just before slipping off into darkness, I felt him cumming inside me.

I thought of Mary and of my mom, and having finally experienced what they felt as they died, I couldn't be angry anymore.

The last thing I felt, was his cock leaving me, and then his cum sliding down my legs. Then there was only darkness, and the sadness of knowing that I was no more.

 

 

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