impaler49152
Governor
23 year old Susan was very excited. Fucking this rich guy from Los Angeles had finally paid off. Today he agreed to invest in the escort service business that Susan was about to open. She had spent the last 7 years spreading her legs as a sex slave escort girl for filthy rich people. Now it was finally time to hire some girls who would spread their legs instead of her. With her connections in the „industry“ her business could never fail. She was planning to run THE #1 no-limit-BDSM-escort-service. Her girls will have to go the extra mile and fulfill even the most pervers, degrading and painful requests.
Thinking about the rough gang bang sessions that her girls would have to endure she got a little hot between her legs. So she decided to celebrate the good news at a friends’ underground club. Like every friday evening it was “Slave Night” at the club. Now that she finally didn’t have to be a someone’s sex slave any longer, she felt the urge to get sexually used and abused one last time… The idea of a no-limit rape gang bang with 8 or more men poking their hard cocks violently into all of her cavities and covering her in sperm for a couple of hours really turned her on…
So she put on her sluttiest black dress, snorted a line of cocaine, grabbed a bottle of vodka and jumped into her black Porsche. She stepped on the gas and within minutes she was on the country road. With no other cars in sight she put the pedal to metal. Her Porsche accelerated to 120 miles and she enjoyed the warm summer evening air blowing through her hair.
She could not wait to get to the club… all she could think about were the huge cocks that would fuck her brains out tonight. She could feel her black underwear soaking up her pussy juices. She slipped her right hand under her short dress and pulled the panties aside. Yes, the air on her pussy lips felt great… she spread her legs as far as she could, pushing her left leg out of the window and her right foot on the dashboard, using the car’s cruise control to stay on 120 mph. As her hands touched her swollen pussy lips she could not resist any longer. Ever since she was 12 years old she had absolutely no self control when it came to masturbation. Every time her fingers touched her horny cunt lips she had to keep masturbating… This lack of self control had gotten her into trouble several times during her teenager years. But it also eventually got her into the sex business and where she was today…
This time was no different… it was more a reflex than a decision to keep rubbing her aroused pussy lips and her swollen clit. As she kept furiously stimulating herself she couldn’t help but think how perfect her life was… Or was it the cocaine and vodka kicking in? It didn’t matter… she felt great… the empty road in front of her, the thrill of the speed, the alcohol, the cocaine, the upcoming orgasm… for a second she closed her eyes and simply felt like in heaven… when all of the sudden car started swerving from side to side… she opened her eyes and realised she was on the left lane. She pushed the steering wheel to the right but it took her a couple of seconds to get her foot on the brakes in order to get the car under control. Tat’s when she lost all control and simply became a passenger in her own car. Everything happened so quickly… As a reflex she covered her face with her hands. Only fragments of a second later her body was violently pushed into the seatbelt. She must have hit something… and what was that noise? Were those hight pitched screams? She kept pressing the brake pedals but slowing down from more than 100 mph took a while… finally her Porsche went off the road and came to a sudden stop by hitting a tree with the air bag exploding into her face.
Silence… it took her almost a minute to realise what just happened. Her face hurt from the air bag but otherwise she seemed to be fine. She opened the door and stepped out of her wrecked sports car. She walked towards the front of the car to check how bad the damage was… The car was a wreck. And what was that on the hood and the windscreen? Maybe some oil? She took a close look… „Oh my god!“. It was blood. Whose blood? She looked around but she couldn’t see anyone. She walked towards the street. There was no other traffic. No other car on this rural country road at this hour. It was pitch black so she couldn’t see anything at first. Only after a minute of walking she saw a shadow on the street. As she came closer using her cellphone as a flashlight her fears turned out to be true: It was a body. She must have hit someone! She took a closer look. It was a young girl… 18 at most… she was wearing an extremely short skirt and a sexy top. Her obscenely spread legs were in black nylon stockings which had been ripped open as she must have skidded over the concrete. She must have been hitchhiking, trying to improve her chances to get picked up by wearing a sexy outfit. Susan always admired those brave girls who hitchhiked across the country, paying for their lifts and overnight accomodations with blow jobs.
The young girl didn’t move. Her legs below her knees were bleeding. And there was some blood on the back of her head. She must have been lifted up from the impact with the Porsche and thrown over the car, hitting the concrete with her head. No way she could have survived that…
Susan was devastated… that was it… if the cops found out she killed that girl driving unter the influence she would go to jail for a long time. Her career would be over before it even started. It took her a while to snap out of her shock.
As she took a closer look at the girl she couldn’t help but realise how beautiful she was. She had a perfect model figure. Slim, athletic… simply cute. Being bisexual Susan always had a thing for pretty girls like these. And even though her mind told her that it was completely inappropriate to think of the girl in any sexual related way, her body reacted like the body of a slightly drunk and cocaine induced horny girl would react: As she lifted the girl’s skirts to check on her bleeding legs she noticed that she was not wearing any underwear. Her tight teen pussy was completely shaved and exposed.
It must have been the mixture of adrenaline, cocaine and alcohol, but Susan suddenly became extremely horny. The sight of the half naked girl lying on the floor, her body violated by the crash, made her pussy drip. And just like shortly before the crash she started to feel that itchy sensation between her legs.
Susan tried to think of something else… looking for some distraction she decided to move the dead girl’s body from the street. So she grabbed the girl at her feet and dragged her slowly to the ditch near the street. As Susan pulled the dead girl’s feet her short dress was pulled upwards revealing her naked vagina. Her large breasts were dragged over the rough concrete, causing them to slip out of the top, so that her boobsdirectly touched the ground. When Susan noticed that she was pulling her sexy large breasts over the concrete she couldn’t help but noticing her own sexual arousal again. Scratching those poor girl’s breasts over the rough concrete while watching her spread naked vagina as she was pulling her legs apart was simply to much for her. She put the girl’s feet on the ground and sat herself down between her legs. Maybe she should have stopped sipping from that vodka, because she really had lost any sense of shame or self control by now.
Susan turned the dead girl on her back and removed her dress. In the dim light of the full moon and her cell phone she inspected every inch of the poor girl’s body. She couldn’t help but touching her everywhere… her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her waist, her thighs and finally her breasts and her pussy. Susan spread the girl’s legs obscenely wide and pressed her face between her thighs. As her tongue touched her pussy lips she was surprised that she was still warm. At the same time she pressed two of her fingers inside her own completely wet vagina. It took her only seconds to get to the verge of an orgasm. But she didn’t want to cum just yet, so she kept edging for a couple of minutes while she was lying on the girl’s body. The scratched and bloody skin on her breasts reminded her that she was the reason for this girl’s injuries. The thought that she had basically destroyed such a perfect body did not disgust her at all… the opposite was the case. Susan had extremely dark fantasies ever since she was 12 or 13. She must have spent thousands of hours during her teenage years, masturbating to rape, torture and splatter porn. She had fantasised all her life how it would feel like to torture and kill a young pretty girl. The closest that she had ever gotten to this experience was her „business trip“ to Hungary with a wealthy client, who took her to an underground club of the Hungarian Mafia, where she got to watch a stage snuff show, in which an extremely hot teen girl had been drugged, gang raped, tortured and forced to commit suicide on stage. Ever since that time she only watched the most extreme torture porn and loved to be abused during rape play by her clients.
While her thoughts circled around her dark fantasies she had not even noticed how her hands started chocking the dead girls neck… Just as Susan was about to cum she suddenly felt the body beneath her moving… the apparently not so dead girl opened her eyes and stared in Susan’s face. Susan’s cocaine-, alcohol- and orgasm-induced brain simply could not compute what was happening. She simply kept chocking the girl’s neck and rubbing her wet and wide spread pussy lips and clit against the girl’s belly. The girl was gasping for air, but Susan did not let go of her… only after an incredibly strong orgasm shook Susan’s body for several seconds she started to realise that she was just about to strangle the young girl to death. But at that moment her dark erotic fantasies kicked in again and she started to enjoy the sudden power over life and death. Instead of letting go, she choked her even harder and enjoyed two further orgasms in the process… by the time her last orgasm finally subsided, the young girl underneath her did not struggle any longer. Now she was finally dead for real.
Susan allowed herself to collapse on the girl’s body… she was completely exhausted and half the bottle of vodka finally kicked in. She was wasted, but the adrenaline kick of killing this nameless pretty girl had given her the ultimate sadistic blood rush. She never felt so satisfied in her life. Only moments later she finally passed out.
When the police arrived, Susan did not even try to resist. She knew that her life was over. And she was right. She was sentenced to death and executed 12 months later on the electric chair. She actually learned to enjoy the daily abuse and rape which she was subject to in the high security prison. It was actually not much different than her days as a sex slave. And while she had many orgasms during those brutal rapes, it was never like the time when she strangled and climaxed on that poor girl’s dying body….
