Killers Wrath
She caught her big break and was not gong to fuck it up. The rookie cop make her way through the darkness, looking for the killer lair. Stealthily, she crept up the stairs into the attic. She found the door, beyond, she could smell the stench, of what, she did no know.
He had kidnapped and murdered several girls over the last few months. Not always whole bodies were found. He ate some of them. Today, she was hoping to save a life along with helping her career. A girl she sought---recently kidnapped and she hoped--still alive.
She was in. This had to be it. There were--things in this room she could not describe--thing she knew were used for bad purposes. There was the smell. Then, before her was the board, a posting of news articles chronicling his sadistic murder spree. She was distracted for a moment.
And he struck.
Grabbing her gun in a flash, unloading it--rendering it useless, then hitting and pummeling her to the floor. He beat her senseless, ultimately knocking her out.
She woke up with her arms tied over her head. She was bleeding from her mouth. He was with her. In his smooth calm voice he tormented and beat her some more. Then the knife came out--shiny, sharp, catching the light as he ran it up and down her clothes.
She was a brave little cop at first, but as time went on, she got scared. It was after he ripped off all her clothes that she--while still trying to maintain some composure, was scared out of her head.
Then, he let the knife find her belly. He plunged it into her, cutting, slicing into her, opening her up. With the knife out, there was a gaping wound and he did not let it fester long before plunging his hand inside her--squeezing, pulling at her organs.
She was in excruciating pain. He pulled his blood soaked hand out and cut her down. She fell to the floor with a spat, her guts oozing out of the wound.
Now, he took he clothes off and now he would have her.
He fucked her hard as she desperately tried to cling to her intestines He fucked her a while until finally shooting his load all over her bloody belly and guts.
Now the fin starts. He tells her she can go--if she can make it to the door--only a few feet away. To make it more of a challenge, he slices into both of her Achilles tendons.
He pulls her onto the floor with a spat. He leaves the room and she separately tries to make it. But, just centimeters away and he returns telling her she has failed.
He grabs a long sharp pull and shoves it onto her ass. He pushes hard, spiking it through her body and she writhers and flops in agony until it emerges from her agape mouth. She is skewed in an odd position, enforced by the rigid poll.
Later, she has been finished--oiled, cooked and now lays on the table ready to feast on. He has a preference for feet, so removes both of hers and sets them on a shiny platter.
He carried her feet off to feast on, leaving her glistening body on the prep table, sans feet.
Uploaded: 2023.12.10
Released: 2011
He had kidnapped and murdered several girls over the last few months. Not always whole bodies were found. He ate some of them. Today, she was hoping to save a life along with helping her career. A girl she sought---recently kidnapped and she hoped--still alive.
She was in. This had to be it. There were--things in this room she could not describe--thing she knew were used for bad purposes. There was the smell. Then, before her was the board, a posting of news articles chronicling his sadistic murder spree. She was distracted for a moment.
And he struck.
Grabbing her gun in a flash, unloading it--rendering it useless, then hitting and pummeling her to the floor. He beat her senseless, ultimately knocking her out.
She woke up with her arms tied over her head. She was bleeding from her mouth. He was with her. In his smooth calm voice he tormented and beat her some more. Then the knife came out--shiny, sharp, catching the light as he ran it up and down her clothes.
She was a brave little cop at first, but as time went on, she got scared. It was after he ripped off all her clothes that she--while still trying to maintain some composure, was scared out of her head.
Then, he let the knife find her belly. He plunged it into her, cutting, slicing into her, opening her up. With the knife out, there was a gaping wound and he did not let it fester long before plunging his hand inside her--squeezing, pulling at her organs.
She was in excruciating pain. He pulled his blood soaked hand out and cut her down. She fell to the floor with a spat, her guts oozing out of the wound.
Now, he took he clothes off and now he would have her.
He fucked her hard as she desperately tried to cling to her intestines He fucked her a while until finally shooting his load all over her bloody belly and guts.
Now the fin starts. He tells her she can go--if she can make it to the door--only a few feet away. To make it more of a challenge, he slices into both of her Achilles tendons.
He pulls her onto the floor with a spat. He leaves the room and she separately tries to make it. But, just centimeters away and he returns telling her she has failed.
He grabs a long sharp pull and shoves it onto her ass. He pushes hard, spiking it through her body and she writhers and flops in agony until it emerges from her agape mouth. She is skewed in an odd position, enforced by the rigid poll.
Later, she has been finished--oiled, cooked and now lays on the table ready to feast on. He has a preference for feet, so removes both of hers and sets them on a shiny platter.
He carried her feet off to feast on, leaving her glistening body on the prep table, sans feet.
Uploaded: 2023.12.10
Released: 2011
