joemizmo
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Member Since Aug 20th, 2014
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I pause for a second, the heat of the barrel on your clit. Pain and pleasure have resolved to a single point on the horizon, as you sink into the darkness. A tsunami of sensation roars over your body as the gun kicks, again. An orgasm ten times stronger than the one before sweeps your consciousness away, your last moment of life just pure sensation, then nothing at all.
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I stand, and watch the light dimming in your eyes. Blood drips down the side of your neck. I pick the gun up again, and flick the selector switch to semi-auto. I press the muzzle, still hot, into your belly button. Blood trickles around it as I slowly slide it lower, and lower still.
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The nerves around your G-0J12B0Q3SG light up like a Christmas tree, with every thrust, and you feel like your body is shaking apart. Agony, ecstasy... with every twitch and squirm, more things are breaking inside you. Your eyes go wide, and I cum, hard. A torrent of blood spurts from your mouth and nose.
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You try to breathe. Your chest won't rise, and each breath you take is ragged and shallow. I cup my hands over your breasts, and watch the blood trickling between my own fingers, now. They push back, weakly, each time you try to fill your lungs. Hot darkness laps at you, your vision narrowing as the room swirls. Your eyes plead for... mercy? Or maybe one last orgasm? I can oblige.
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A line of seven dark red, jagged holes blooms across your chest, from just above your left nipple, across your cleavage, to the inside of your right areola. One bullet nuzzles hotly against your heart, but does not pierce it: you're gonna be conscious for what comes next. You feel my hands pulling your knees apart, again, and then the unmistakable push of my cock, rubbing your labia back and forth as I slowly press it in.
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We lock eyes, the fear in yours meeting the coldness in mine. The gun erupts again, fire, smoke and noise breaking the silence. Your chest feels like it's exploding, a string of invisible firecrackers bursting from your left breast to your right. Pins and needles electrify your entire body. The volley slams you back and knocks the breath from your lungs.
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I explore your pussy with my hands, then my lips, then my tongue. You can't stop cumming: something primal inside you has been given what it's wanted your whole life. The pain won't stop, either, and you double up like a jack knife, your thighs clenched tight around my neck. I free myself, unsling the gun with one hand, and pull your arms over your head with the other.
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I grab the backs of your knees, spreading your legs apart as I pull you to the edge of the bed. You clutch your stomach, blood seeping out between your fingers. Your pussy lays before me, exposed and trembling, and I run my hand through your bush, tiny flecks of blood spatter gathering on my knuckles. Your clit twitches, expectantly.
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Your brain, still fresh from fantasizing about getting erotically murdered, doesn't process the reality of your peril, at first. Your clit rubs insistently at your fingertips, your arms helpless to defend your vulnerable midriff. With six little holes spiraling outwards from your navel, you writhe into the hardest and last orgasm of your life. The hot metal inside you begins to burn, but the pain just makes the pleasure more intense. When you remember how to breathe, you moan, softly.
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You're masturbating, when I find you, dying a hundred deaths in your mind as you get closer to the big O. As the wave of pleasure takes you under, you open your eyes, to a dark figure with a cruel smile, and a suppressed MP5 pointed right at your belly. You have a thrilling second of confusion before the barrel erupts, louder than you would have expected. In that moment before the pain, all you notice is the noise, and a sensation of movement in your guts.
