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Your fortune: Excellent Luck

Red square please barkeep. I'm getting increasingly annoyed at my vagina. My lover from Essex is coming here soon, and I just started my period. Fucking menstrual cycle.

>>36614018
Something like this?

GIMME ALL YOUR FUCKIN' MONEY

Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!

lolwut

>>36614726
Get a job? Bartending is a pretty good one.

>>36614861
DON'T HUMOR ME CUNT I GOT A FUCKIN GUN

>>36614923
Surely you jest.

shoe on head

GET IT? HE'S A BARFLY, A BARTENDER, AND HE'S A FLY, HOW FUNNY IS THAT

>>36615029
COME ON JUST TRY IT DICK

>>36615173
I know where this is going...

Your fortune: Excellent Luck

>>36615173
Fucking Airsoft

this is now a WHERE IS SARAH C-WHERE IS SARAH CONOR?

>>36614923

So what? We've all got guns here.

Also, This guy.

>>36615277
COME ON BITCH ALL THE CASH

>>36615277
in your pooper

>>36615096

OH MY GOSH. THAT'S ADORABLE.

>>36615338
He's right you know.

I'm annoyed with my boss at Men's Wearhouse. His cock is apparently much larger than mine and he talks about it... loudly. Often.

If I bounce the asshole trying to rob you, can I have a job as a doorman?

Your fortune: Good news will come to you by mail

I hate school

>>36615477
Who the hell are you?

>>36615477
SHUT THE FART UP JAMES COOCH

>>36615607
Bug. June Bug. A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

>>36615696
Sure thing..

One upside to working at Men's Wearhouse is that the female associates end up doing the housekeeping.

Where else can a man be paid real money to lounge around in a semi-casual silk suit watching an 19 year old blonde fully made up in 4 inch pumps vaccume and dust with a feather thingie?

A scotch if you please. Single malt.

I would like water, please.

>>36615950
THAT'S IT FAGGOT

I'd like some vodka, Meester Barfly.

>>36615980
Here you are. Anyone else?

>>36616138
HOLY SHIT.
>taps R twice

What the fuck was that?!

... I'm a minor.

Your fortune: Bad Luck

>>36614588
Exactly like that. Goddamn, Barfly, you really understand me. Fuck that Essex cunt. How do you feel about fucking a bleeding vagina?

I'mma buy my woman a drank. What do you recommend, Mr. Barfly?

>>36616155
How would you like that?

>>36616643

Excellent, thanks.

I'd like me some sasparella, sonny jim!

>>36616370
LET'S SEE YOU DODGE THIS BITCH

>>36616571
Three words. Do. Not. Want.

>>36616817
You're in luck, we're running a float special today.

>>36616522
Underage B&

>>36616850
Forgot my hat.

>>36617015

Still waitin' on a drank fo my shawty, nigga. Am I finna have to mobb on this bar? Gimme an extra shot of Patron because you took so damn long.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, IT'S ALLYSON

Flaming Hell, please.

Who is this draw-whore?
Doesn't matter.
BARKEEP!
I'll take a Crown-Royal

>>36616522
Sorry, kid, but they're right. B& from the bar.

nice thread keep on going

>>36617265
Thats not Allyson, dip shit.

>>36617410
also i'd like milk

>>36617504
Be a man, order something better than that shit.

>>36617435
He speaks the truth.

>>36617281
Refresh my memory?

Aight bug, I axed you nicely, now it's time for my niggas to robb and mobb

Hey, BarFly. Can i have a Dr Pepper with some rum on the rock please?

Well fuck I know I've seen this draw whore's style before.

I just can't put my finger on it...

>>36617657

Your fortune: Godly Luck

SHOOT HIM IN THE FUCKING HEAD.

>>36617504
Then you're looking for -this- bar.

>>36617717
The eyebrows give more clues than anything.

Your fortune: Good Luck

Spare a coin, friend?

Bar Tender.. Get me a beer..

>>36617579
Milk is just fine with me. I'm aware of the fact that I'm a man without drinking alcohol.

>>36617590
300 Spartans and a can o' gas.

>>36617787
God....please....give me my crown royal so I can drown that image out of my head.

Want me to deal with these annoying customers, Barfly?

>>36617738

Aww shit nigga! Is that sum KFC?

Me and my niggas is finna chow down, hold on a sec

Can I get some Child Pornography, barkeep?

I'd like a Black Russian, if you please. Easy on the Coffee Liquor.

>>36617860
Yes, a very gay man.
Get my friend a tequila

The lights come on and the young girl in the white dress is standing
there pulling the thick gag from Cori’s lips and the cinnamon candy is
being offered, red stripes on creamy white.
“H-how l-long?” Cori mutters weakly as the sweetness dissolves on her tongue. “H-how long?”
“How long have you been here?” the girl with braces asks.
Cori nods.
“Oh, almost five months.”
A deeper voice resonates from the doorway.
“Not quite five months.”
The girl in the white dress, caught by surprise, looks around suddenly frightened and edges away from Cori, backs up toward the wall.
Galwell enters. He is naked save for the strap around his waist where his
gun and knife are sheathed.
Cori trembles at the sight of him.
“Your time is coming,” he tells her. “....as for our little helper here. She was only supposed to come in periodically and remove the waste from the cylinders - isn’t that right, Hannah dear?”
“Yes sir - but - I -”
“But what, cunt? Seems like you took it upon yourself to show my prisioner kindess and leniency, something a pig like her clearly does not deserve. Is that what you’ve done?”

>>36617657
You looking for a fight? I got your back Fly dude.

Hannah is now visibly shaking and looking down at the floor.
“Yes, sir. I’m so stupid - I thought -”
“Shut up, cunt. A worthless hoochie pipsqueak scum like you has no right to think. Step over here.”
He points to the floor in front of him.
The redheaded girl Hannah steps obediently toward Master. She is so frail and petite next to him. Probably not even five feet tall. She can’t be any older than fourteen or fifteen. She hangs her head as she stands in front of the powerful killer.
“Lift your head and look at me,” Galwell tells her.
The girl does so, her hands crossed in front of her short white dress.
With unexpected viciousness, Master slaps Hannah’s cute face, forehand then backhand sending her against the wall on her knees, bleeding, her lips torn on her
metal braces.
“On your feet, slimeball. Get back over here.”
She does so and this time the killer punches the redhead’s belly. When
she bends forward he slams his fist up into her face and knocks her back
to the wall again.
“You know the drill, slut.”
Cori realizes this girl has been his punching bag for some time.
Hannah staggers up to her feet, leaning on the wall. Blood is dribbling
from her nostrils and lips on to the front of her white dress. She is sobbing
and moaning softly.

Where did he pick you up? Cori wonders. Tavern West? Or maybe
some other place with cheap lights and loud music.
When Hannah makes her way back to Master he puts his hand on her
shoulder and urges her to kneel. Gently he strokes his erect cock on her
bloody tear-wet face as he unsheathes his gun. Hannah sobs louder and
clasps her hands together raising them in a gesture of pleading.
“Pleease, sir - please don’t kill me - I’ll never do anything like this again.
Never. Never. Please beat me all you want and fuck me - but don’t kill me!”
Cori gasps for air and begins to bounce up and down on the shafts
that penetrate her. She rocks on the cylinder, her legs thumping against its sides.
She is drawn inexorably into Master’s sadistic arousal, sucked into its vortex.
“I don’t have much use for slaves with a sense of initiative and a kind streak, but I’ll tell you what, sweetie. Why don’t we let your friend Cori here decide your fate. After all you’ve gone out of your way to be kind to her at considerable risk to yourself. We’ll let her decide what should be done with you. We’ll let her say whether you live or die.”
Cori bites her lip and looks down at the young redhead.

>>36617787
How can I get there?

And hold the ice please.

The unexpected burst of the cinammon candy on her tongue is still fresh, the gentle touch of the young girl’s hands easing the ball gag from her lips, the memories of Hannah sometimes dabbing Cori’s face with a cool cloth. But none of it seems to matter because Cori knows what Master wants. Master demands cruelty - inhuman and blunt. Just like when he made Cori eat Carolyn’s heart - or kill the whore in the cabin - or Soledad - or when he made Cori watch him kill Carmen and afterwards fuck him on the autopsy table, both of them washed in the dead child’s gore. Cori knows there is no limit to his barbarity and his need for absolute sexual predation and dominance. And she knows exactly what is expected of her. She has no real will of her own - she’s only a mirror of his raw ferocity.
The redhead now lifts her pleading face and hands to the pregnant teenager hung over the cylinder in the small chamber. Cori’s arms extended in suspended
crucifixion seem to welcome the younger girl, to beckon somehow.
“Please - I only did it because you looked so uncomfortable - and so
sad -”
“Listen to me, Hannah,” Cori says softly.
Hannah nods nervously, blood dribbles from her chin.
“Put your hands down. Take off your dress.”
Puzzled, the young girl hesitates.
“What...?”
“Do as I say.”

Uncertainly, Hannah reaches down, pulls the short garment up over her head and off. She is naked under it as Cori thought; bruises and fading welts mark her pale skin. Hannah has most definitely fulfilled her role as Master’s little girl Friday punching bag fuckpuppet. She’s been a tasty little morsel for him - a bit of disposable fluff now at the end of her usefulness.
“Lie on the ground before Master. On your back. That’s right. Lift your legs up. Pull them back. Spread them open. Hold them open for him. Show Master your pretty little pussy - mm-hmm - that’s right. Peel it open with your fingertips so he can see right inside you....”
Master stares down at the offered female meat smirking, gun in hand.
“Now say, ‘Mercy, master.’ Go on. Say it. Offer him your little cunt and
beg him.”
Hannah looks from Cori to Master. A sideglance again at Cori as if for approval and then her beaten face gleams up at the killer.
“Mercy - master - pleease?”
Hanna’s fingers stretch her strawberry hued labia open.
Cori looks levelly at Galwell then and nods.
“Shoot her in the cunt,” she says emotionlessly. “Kill the little shit.”
Galwell smiles and before Hannah can react the killer trains the weapon between the young girl’s legs and pulls the trigger.

The blast is deafening in the small room.
Hannah’s scream is shrill and endless as she twists and writhes and spins
into a ball against the open door leaving a bloodspatter trail behind her as she
tumbles across the floor.
Cori throws herself up and down against the cylinder as her clitoris throbs
violently. The suction cups at her breasts kick in and begin to milk her lactating breasts.
“Put the gun in her mouth - please, sir!” Cori groans on the edge of orgasm. “I want to see you blow her pretty little head off !”
“Yes,” Galwell says going down on one knee and turning Hannah on her back, putting the gun to her face. “That would be most fitting, since it is this little slut’s brain that got her into trouble, much more so than her cute cunt.”
“Open your mouth,” Cori shouts at the wild-eyed victim. “Open it wide for him. It will end quick.”
“Na - please - na - agh -”
Hannah’s finger-tips, some of them severed, are blackened with gunpowder burns.
“Don’t fight it, hon,” Galwell says smiling. “Listen to Cori. She knows
what it’s all about. Open - come on - that’s a good girl - lick my gun - come on -
lick it for me. Come on - be an obedient little fuck...You weren’t very good as a living slave. Maybe you will please me more as a dead one.”

>>36617840
Is tap fine with you?

Crying and shivering Hannah follows Master’s command and Cori watches from her perch atop the cylinder as the killer reams out the young redhead’s bleeding mouth with the Glock. Cori hears the gun barrel scrape on Hannah’s braces and sees Master smile as the young terror-stricken, cunt-shot girl’s head
bobs on his gun.
“That’s a good little bunny - such a good little girl - Too bad we’ll never see the success of your orthodontal treatment. Guess your folks wasted their money.”
The second blast is muffled in Hannah’s head. The top of Hannah’s rust-hued scalp blows off and her eyes roll back and smoke pours from her gaping lips
as a pool of blood grows under her shattered skull. Her pretty legs twitch and then
she lies still.
Master holsters his gun and turns to Cori.
“My friends will come for you later. I want a one-on-one with you while
you’re pregnant. I love to fuck big pregnant girls.”
“Yes sir.”
“Tomorrow night will be your last, slut. So prepare yourself mentally. I
will induce labor. You will be the main attraction at one final event. A few more
of my associates will be in attendance and I expect it will be a very special
evening - for many reasons.”
He moves toward the door taking his cunt-shot, head-shot girl victim by one ankle to drag the warm limp carcass out of the room.

>>36618020
Why is this images sparking memories of epic?

“Too bad about Hannah - just couldn’t seem to get ‘er knocked up, but I did have some nice times with her, though. I’m gonna have one last go at her while I cut her to pieces - that should be enjoyable - try to finish before she goes stiff on me - the useless little shit. Landfill and fertilizer. That’s all she’s good for now.”
Before the lights go out and the door closes behind him Cori has one look
at Hannah’s blown head, staring eyes, blood dribbling mouth dragging along the floor.
Landfill and fertilizer.
That’s what I’ll be soon, Cori thinks.
And then, alone in the darkness, assailed by the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood and by the fragments of memory still skittering through her mind, the taste of cinammon still lingering in her mouth, she begins silently to weep.

>>36613731

Anything for me?

>>36617795
I thought of that, but I don't believe it.

Dennis Massey watched his wife crawl naked to him across the carpet. He loved the way her wet thighs flexed as they took her weight, her haunches
catlike and graceful. She’d just had a warm shower and her body was warm-flushed, tiny water beads rolling off her skin and the tips of her soaked blonde hair
into the carpet.
Megan may have fooled the whole world, he thought, but she’d never fooled him. He’d seen through her from the day he’d met her. His wife was a hot bitch slut and he knew how to put her right where she belonged.
Cori’s dad leaned back in the comfortable chair in the sitting area of their large bedroom, wearing only a pair of cutoff denim shorts.
There had been no news from Cori or from the detective they’d paid to find her and that was just fine with Dennis because, strangely, since his daughter had
vanished some nine months earlier, his sex-starved wife had been giving him a lot more time and special attention. It was as though she was using sex to fill the
void Cori had left.
He lifted his bare foot up to his wife’s face as he brushed his hand over his hairy chest and rock-hard nipples.
“Lick.”
At forty one Megan Massey was still a luscious woman, a mature version of her daughter, and now, her blonde hair strand-soaked from the shower, her eyes sparkling with unleashed sexuality, she was all cunt, ready to please her husband the way he liked.

“Yes, daddy,” she blurted. “Anything to make daddy happy.”
“Anything?”
“Mm-hmmm...”
Her soft lips wrapped around his fat toe and she sucked it down to its base, her cat-green pupils rising to meet his teasingly, the dark tuft of hair at the nub of his toe bristling against her red-painted mouth, her warm spit rolling down the bottom of his foot ticklingly, her eyes dreamy as she looked up at him. Then she began to lick all over his foot edging her tongue between his toes, bussing his heel,
lapping at his ankle, getting him harder.
He leaned forward in the chair, took her by her wet hair and lifted her face off his foot to kiss her hard reaching out to squeeze her big firm breasts. He enjoyed that she hadn’t gone saggy like so many women did. That was one thing you could count on with Megan - she lived for appearances and her looks were her
number one priority. He knew she had a strict regimen of diet and exercise.
She kept herself in tip-top shape for him, the way most women who understood their subservient sexual role did, doing whatever was necessary in order to keep their men happy.
Holding her by her hair he guided her face down to his knees and thighs
and made her lick there, until his hairy skin gleamed with her saliva.
People believed his pretty wife to be so prim and proper. They had no fucking clue as to what went on in their bedroom behind closed doors.

He released her mane and she edged forward to kneel between his legs.
“Daddy’s pretty tense today, princess. Get the collar and the cuffs and the riding crop.”
“Yes, daddy,” she purred excitedly and crawled across the room to the closet.
She came back with the leather band already on her neck and the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
She had the riding crop in her mouth.
“Give,” he said getting to his feet and taking the crop from her.
With a dextrous move he unzipped his shorts pulled them down and
kicked them off.
“You know what to do,” he told her.
She slid forward with a moan and took him in her mouth.
Dennis was well endowed, enough to make her have to open wide to chug down the full length of manmeat. She loved his big dick and always outdid herself to pleasure him, licking his glans and balls, stroking him as she sucked. She knew
exactly how he liked it and she performed zealously and devotedly.
Years ago she’d asked him about Cori, right around the time Cori was
eight. He thought about it now looking down at her head as she bobbed
smoothly back and forth on him and raked his balls gently with her long pink
fingernails, the leather cuffs brushing against the inside of his thighs.
“Have you ever thought about - uhm - about Cori - you know - sexually.”
The question had come just after he’d unloaded up her tight asshole one late summer afternoon . They lay cuddled on the bed.

“Wh-what?” he was taken off balance.
“I mean - I know men think those things. It’s ok if you have those thoughts,
you know.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Sure. I read about it in Modern Woman. It’s no biggie. I’ve had thoughts like that too.”
“You have? Like what?”
“I don’t know. Well, like having sex with her - you know, all three of us.”
“Hmm -”
“I mean, I would never do that Dennis, but -”
“But the idea -”
“Yeah. The idea. My God. What would people think if they heard us talk like this about our daughter?”
“Truth is I’ve had thoughts too - ideas -”
“Really? Tell me.”
“You know -”
“Like what we do?”
“Yes.”
“But you - you’ve never -”
“No.”
She’d lain quiet for a bit and then in a sultry tone she’d said:
“Hmm - I think I could get off thinking about you with her like that - seeing you with my baby, doing the things you do with me.”
“Yeah?”
By then he’d been working his way back up to an impressive boner and he
was rubbing his meat against her asscheeks.

>>36618107
He came back a few minutes ago, but newfags drove him off, but he may have decided to make his entrance....more....
Epic.

“Tying her up. Whipping her,” she’d said huskily, reaching down to
take his cock, spreading her legs to take him into her. “Ohh yeah. You would
whip our little baby hard, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Daddy would be real angry with little Cori and mark her little titties wouldn’t he?”
“Yes,” he’d said starting to slide in and out of Megan’s hot wetness.
Could it be she was toying with him, that she knew what had happened
a year before when she’d been out of town? Had Cori told her?
“Daddy would be very mean to Cori wouldn’t he?”
“Very mean,” he’d said.
She’d giggled then, giggled playfully and he’d realized she was just fantasizing and that for her it would never go beyond that.
And after that day they sometimes used the Cori thing to heat themselves up though Megan never knew what she’d touched upon. Yes, he’d been with Cori. And yes he’d been very mean. That his wife was unwittingly alluding to something that was fantasy for her but totally real for him was specially arousing for Dennis.
He liked that his wife was oblivious of what was going on in his mind - the memory of his daughter’s delicious rape.
But that had happened once. Only once and never again and though Cori
acted oddly toward him for a while it seemed to him the child had eventually forgotten the incident. Though he still felt tempted to take his daughter sexually, in fact occasionally spied on her when she was in the shower or out by the pool, his lustul thoughts leading always to arousal, he’d managed to contain himself and never laid a finger on her again.

Then, a year earlier, when Cori had started to act and dress weird, Carl
wondered whether what he’d done all those years before might have had long-term consequences. By then, Cori had gotten on his nerves and he often found himself wishing her gone. All she did was cause trouble and grief and chaos.
Secretly he hoped the detective would not find her soon. Life without
the little bitch was so much more peaceful. Besides his wife seemed focused now
on what he wanted her to be focused on - his pleasure.
He took Megan by her hair and pulled out of her mouth.
“On the bed, ass up, sweetie. Daddy’s needs to give that sweet ass a good Irish going over.”
She pouted and crawled to the bed to climb on it.
It was an act.
He knew she loved being spanked and caned and she would do
anything to get that treatment, sometimes acting sassy or giving him double talk for days until he took her down a peg and showed her what was what.
Wouldn’t those ladies in that garden club she often entertained be amazed?
For a moment when she steeled herself for him and he began to beat her
he remembered how Cori had cried on this same bed when he’d taken her cherry
and he smiled inwardly. He’d fucked his daughter missionary style, kneeling over her on the bed, making her lie on top of her hands, snapping the riding crop on her flat little boobies as he slid past her hymen, rupturing the seven year old girl’s virgin flesh. Cori had pleaded for him to stop but he’d told her to shut up and told her to grab the brass bedposts, her arms reaching up on either side of the pillows as he’d emptied himself inside her. Then he’d stood up and left her broken, crumpled and sobbing.

>>36618107
If you guess right, I'll let you know.

“Go take a shower,” he’d told her. “And don’t tell anyone about this,
understand?”
“Y-es, daddy.”
“This is - private - just you and me, princess - our little secret. Tomorrow we’ll go to the mall and you can pick out anything you like, ok? Anything at all.”
Now that his pretty daughter was gone Dennis did have regrets.
He didn’t wish that he’d spared Cori that crude incestuous rape - or even that
he’d been there for her emotionally instead of coldly betraying and using her. No. What he regretted was that he hadn’t continued and prolonged the abuse - that it hadn’t escalated. That’s what the little bitch probably really needed deep down. Just like her mother. He regretted he hadn’t taken his fill of Cori while he could, while
there was still little danger she would tell on him. He probably could have kept
up that shit for years, buying off his daughter’s silence with presents - undeniably it would have been too dangerous after a while but the little bitch would have
given him lots of pleasure. He would have been able to indulge his needs, not
with masturbatory episodes in the shower, thinking about the possibilities
he would never explore, but in real time. Not, secretly, while fucking his wife,
pretending it was little Cori and not Megan he was plowing into, but openly
and brazenly, perhaps even convincing Megan to join him eventually, although that
seemed farfetched.
Still, Dennis never pursued that line of action and now Cori was gone. He
hadn’t given his bitch daughter what she needed and now she was probably looking for it out there somewhere, the little whore. He hoped she’d found it. Hoped she was getting it in spades.

>>36618050

Jus' gimmie a fuckin' beer! Okay?

When Megan’s buttcheeks were rosy and laced with tiny welts Dennis moved
in and slid up her cunthole to fuck her. At least this bitch was his, all his, and
she wasn’t going anywhere. When she got older he’d probably dump her, though
he knew he’d have to pay some hefty alimony. It was something he didn’t want
to think about for the moment.
Later they lay in bed in the dark, on separate sides of the bed, he almost asleep, when he heard her sobbing.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I wonder where she is - what she’s doing -”
“She’ll be alright. You’ll see. We’ll find her. She’ll come to her senses.”
“Do you think so?”
“Absolutely.”
Inwardly, he doubted greatly that such a thing would ever happen. He definitely hoped it wouldn’t.
He remembered the way Cori looked that night on Raymond Street when they’d spotted her on the bench. She’d looked like nothing more than a cheap street hooker and Dennis was sure that was exactly what she’d become.
The sweet child that had once been (if ever) was no more.
And though he heard his wife still sobbing mutedly on her side of the bed, Cori’s father turned on his side and slid into peaceful dreamless sleep.

Two days later Megan got a call in the middle of the day from Alicia Robles, the rape counsellor that had visited Cori in the hospital. Megan had been in
the middle of putting together a list of invitations for a social event at the
library downtown when the phone rang.
“We have some information on your daughter, Mrs. Massey,” Alicia said.
Megan’s heart skipped a beat.
“What is it?” she asked.
Dear God, had they found Cori murdered, dumped in a ditch somewhere? Was her baby dead?
“Well, I’d rather you come down to our office this afternoon and we can discuss it here.”
“What time?”
“How about two o’clock?”
“I’ll be there.”
“Good. I’ll look forward to speaking with you.”
In the bedroom Megan picked out an outfit to wear, something serious but not too drab.
She noticed as she stood nude in front of the mirror the sharp red welts on her butt that Dennis had put there a couple of nights earlier. She smiled remembering their wild lovemaking but then, as she caught sight of
the wanton expression on her face, she almost immediately blushed with guilt. What would people think if they knew what she and her husband did - even while her daughter had gone missing? Was it possible that Cori’s walk into darkness was a result of her and Dennis’s own actions or inactions? It wasn’t the first time that thought had presented itself to her and as usual when it did, Megan rushed to erase it quickly from her mind.
She wondered if she should call her husband and tell him about the call from Ms. Robles.
No. Better to wait until she knew more. If the police wanted a discussion then it meant Cori was still alive and maybe someone had seen her or talked to her.
Megan sighed, turned from the mirror and went into the shower.

>>36618245
COULD IT BE?!

Good god.....I sense epic.

Cori groaned as the machine whirred and the overhead chains lifted
her bodily off the cylinder. The metal phalluses that had been lodged in
her vagina and anus came loose with a slurping tug sending shooting
agony all through her distended abdomen.
She’d lost track of time. Several hours had to have passed since the
murder of Hannah - five hours, six maybe.
Cal and Lou watched from the doorway, Lou working the switches
on the small panel on the wall as the cylinder now slid out from under
the pregnant teen, the platform rolling back toward the wall, driven by slow hydraulic pressure.
The men were dressed casually, t-shirts, jeans, sneakers and Cori could see
their crotches bulging as they studied her, specially Lou. She knew they
were enjoying her plump pink nakedness and her suffering. She could sense their
need to fuck and torture her. They made no attempt to hide it. But she knew they were not about to indulge their needs. These men were as obedient to Master’s commands as trained attack dogs and would do nothing unless it was sanctioned, pre-planned and pre-ordained. She knew that she was being saved now for a much
more intensely violent fate, a group function where many of Master’s friends would participate, where she would be shared by all in some final horrific bloodletting.

>>36618245
HES BACK <33333333333333333333333333333333333

Cal had removed the suction cups that had clung around Cori’s
milk-filled jugs and she’d glanced down to see dark purplish rings around
her breasts where the cups had fastened.
“Beautiful,” he’d muttered smiling.
Then he’d released her ankles from the clamp-cuffs that had held her legs pinned to the cylinder. He’d removed the intravenous tube that had pierced into her upstretched arm leaving a single drop of blood snailing down her hung arm. and lastly he’d slipped the harness gag, the ball of which Hannah had taken from her lips and left hanging around her neck, off her head.
As the barrel-like platform slid away Cori hung in mid air, rosy-fleshed,
fat with child, head tipped back as the chain lines lowered her to the floor.
There was no way her legs would hold her weight. She’d been
off them for four and a half months and her knees were like rubber. The
men smiled and watched her slide down to her knees and then lie on her side
on the floor as the chains descended.
The mechanical whirring ended with a sharp click and Galwell’s men
moved to her to uncuff her wrists and haul her up by her arms.
They dragged her from the room between them, her feet trailing behind
on the floor lifelessly.

A few yards down the dark warehouse hallway there wasa small room, smaller than the one where she’d just spent her long captivity. They took her there and they lifted her on to a wooden armchair in front of what looked like a dressing room table with a mirror framed in lightbulbs. On the table there was a makeup kit, and some jewelry. Cori recognized the items: her hoop ear-rings, her tongue stud, and the plastic bracelets she’d worn months before when Master had first brought her to the MEDCOM warehouse. There was also a porcelain bowl laden with grapes and a tall bottle of Evian.
“Get yourself ready for him,” Cal said. “He’s waiting for you.”
Lou leaned down and looked at her reflection in the mirror, the edges of his tattoos visible under the sleeves of his black t-shirt and collar, reflecting the harsh white lights just like Cori’s own blatant and obscene markings.
“Its gonna be your last night of love, little girl,” the bald man said with an evil smirk. “A last one-on-one with your Master.”
“I - I - hmgh -” Cori said her throat dry. “ - don’t know if I can walk.”
Cal chuckled and then leaned down to glare at her in the mirror from
the other side.
“Don’t think you’ll need to do a whole lot of walking from here on in, sweetie pie.”
Then they’d turned and left the room closing the door behind them.

She’d reached for the grapes first, ravenous, starved for the taste of
something real in her mouth. The flavor exploded on her taste buds
far more intensely than doomed Hannah’s candy gifts and the water was
cool on her parched lips and throat. She saw herself in the mirror, framed
from the waist up, tottering on the old hard armchair. Her blonde hair
was snarled and scraggly, there were bags under her eyes and her cheeks
looked pasty. She knew that brushing her hair and putting on makeup
would do little to change her haggard appearance. If anything it would
make it worse - but that was probably what Master wanted. He liked it
when his females looked haggard, wasted, worn out, trashed.
When she finished the fruit, leaving only a twisty little twig in the bowl
Cori began to apply the makeup. It was like moving underwater, sluggish
and uncertain but she wanted to make herself look like what Master was
expecting - a used up worthless tramp, garish purple lips, black eyeshadow,
a goth girl, a soul-less doll. She put on the hoop ear-rings and the bracelets.
She pushed the ball stud through the partially closed hole in her tongue
tasting blood. Then she tried to get to her feet.

>>36618245
Have a tall one.

Twice she slumped back down into the chair. She cradled her pregnant womb and felt the fetus stirring inside her.
Groaning with exertion she propped herself up, her hands gripping
the chair arms.
“Come on,” she told herself. “Get up - uhh - all the way up - you can do it.”
When she let go of the chair she stood on her own feet for a full five
seconds, streaks of numbing pain moving up and down her ankles to her
thighs. She saw her big round swollen belly framed in the mirror and
felt herself begin to tip forward. Her hands slammed against the table top
and she toppled herself back into the chair.
Outside, in the warehouse, she heard muffled screams and the unmistakable whooshing and thudding of whips.
Cal and Lou were having themselves some entertainment.
She realized then that even if she couldn’t walk she might be able to crawl.
She would probably be able to crawl from this room and out into the hallway and maybe out of the warehouse. She could find a phone and dial 911 and save herself and her unborn child and have Master and all his friends thrown in jail. She would tell the cops about the cabin, about the whole horrific compound in the woods. She was sure she could find the entrance off the road where the limo had dropped her months before. She would have the police drive her there. She would lead them to the final damning evidence that would end Master’s sadistic rampage.
They would dig up the graves, dredge up the pond. It would be in every
newspaper in the world.

IS IT... IS IT?!

But as she looked at herself in the mirror she knew that would never happen.
She belonged to Him now, completely - body, blood and soul. She and her baby.
Inside her, as if responding to her thoughts, the fetus kicked. Galwell’s baby. Well - Galwell’s friends’ baby. All of Galwell’s killers had inseminated her. There was no telling which one of them was the biological father and anyway, it basically didn’t matter.
Cori smiled.
It was unthinkable to betray Him, or His men. He was her God. She had a gift for Him inside her, a child that would provide countless hours of sadistic monstrous pleasure and probably end up beautifully carved to pieces on his autopsy table in the small stucco house in the woods.
Tiny cramps rippled in her womb.
There was no turning back for her anymore. She wanted now only
to hurt for Him and His cruel disciples, to split open, to give them the gift that had been planted inside her.
Again she tried to get to her feet, holding herself up on the chair’s arms.
Soon Master’s men would come for her. She knew she would probably never walk properly again but she wanted to be somewhat mobile for her owner, so that she could more easily please him and move to his commands.
After a few minutes she surprised herself - she was actually able to stand and take some small tentative steps, circling the chair and table, leaning against the wall for support, her feet and legs tingling.

>>36618360
SHUT UP FAGGOT!
Just watch....if it is the real thing....we'll be shitting bricks in a few more posts.

By then the sounds of blows and screams had ceased.
Lou and Cal returned to find her on her feet in the corner.
“Well, look at you,” Lou said.
Both men were flushed with excitement.
Cori knew that a few doors away some poor young bitch hung bloody,
perhaps dead, in one of the warehouse rooms.
“I’m impressed,” Cal said. We won’t have to carry your ass around if you can move,” He had something for her. “Here. Put this shit on.”
A skimpy black dress hung from his hand.
Cori knew she would look ludicrous in it, pregnant and nude, but she
moved to obey her captors, lifting the dress over her head and putting her
arms through the strap hoops.
Leaning on Master’s men, her sore arms over their strong shoulders, she limped barefoot, half skipping, out into the hallway, letting them lead her toward the loading dock where their van was parked.
She could smell their sweat, their musky stink, and she was suddenly dizzy with excitement.
“Tomorrow’s gonna be one hell of a party,” Cal said.
Lou smirked.
“Oh yeahh - one hell of a goddamn wingding.”
“Really,” Cori said. “Why will it be any different from what I’ve already seen?”
“This’ll be better,” Lou replied. “Way better.”
“Shit, girl you’re gonna be the guest of honor at the grand opening of
Valley Central’s new wing,” Cal told her. They were almost to the end of the
hallway.
Valley Central, Cori thought. The hospital where Master worked.
“Thirty-seventh floor,” Lou said. “Large reception lobby. Five thousand square feet of office space and - four brand spanking new, state-of-the-art surgery rooms.”

give me something on fire

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“Five, actually. One’s not officially on the books. We’re gonna be breaking that one in tomorrow. Making sure all the equipment is ‘operational’,” Cal joked.
“Yeah,” Lou added. “Gotta make sure all that fancy hardware works.”
“Plus we’re planning on entertaining quite a large crowd - male only,
of course. What, maybe twenty guys?”
“Yeah. Maybe more,” Lou said. “Depending on who shows up.”
“Depending on who can afford it, you mean.”
“Yeah. That too.”
By then they had her at the side of the van and she leaned on Lou
as Cal slid the door open for her.
As she stepped clumsily up into the vehicle Lou took out the remote control and pressed the button.
The large metal dock door began to rise toward the ceiling and by the time both men were in the van and the engine was growling the MEDCOM warehouse entranceway was clear.
Cal steered the van out into the street and eventually into traffic and Cori leaned back in the seat and stared out the window, her heart racing with anticipation
as the city streaked by, a senseless blur of light and shadow. Out here the world was going on as usual but for her it no longer counted or mattered.
Only one thing now held meaning for her.
She was going to her Master. A final one-on-one, Lou had said.
Her thighs trembled under the skimpy black dress.

I hope you allow cigs in this place, 'cause I'm sparkin' up here and now.

The men drove her to Galwell’s house in the city, where he had
first taken her after Tavern West. After parking the van in the carport Cori was led
out of the vehicle and up the steps to the rear kitchen doorway.
Here, under the buzzing fluorescent lamp, Master had first slapped Cori and taught her acceptance, her mouth stuffed with her crumpled panties. It seemed
like another lifetime ago, another century.
She moved awkwardly between her captors stepping through the door
ahead of them as Cal held it open. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her
mouth to feel the hard stud push against the ridges of her palate and the back
of her teeth. She liked the way it felt. She’d missed it.
A black girl stood spread-legged by the sink on a metal brace, a steel bar rising up from the brace penetrated her shaved cunt. Her hands were drawn
out on either side, extended, palms forward, wrists buckled to a spreader bar behind her.
She looked in Cori’s direction as the pregnant teen entered, pretty darkskinned face contorted with suffering.
The young nigger was shiny with sweat and the front of her body
was streaked with violet and red welts from her neck to her thighs. She
had been crying and her eyes were bloodshot. Snot and drool and tears
ran down her face.
Galwell stood beside her, a long fiberglass whipping rod in his hand.
He was naked and ragingly erect.
“Hmm - I thought they’d have to bring you in on a stretcher,” Master told Cori.

She was proud she’d been able to walk into the room on her own, to show him she was strong and ready for whatever he had in mind.
“Meet Sinnamon. She’s a dancer at Blue Sam’s downtown - or was.”
“Sinammon?” Lou guffawed. “What kinda fuckin’ stupid ass name
is that?”
“Its a fucking stupid ass name for a fucking stupid ass stripper,” Master replied. “Isn’t it, pig?” he asked the beaten woman. “These are my friends
and one of my little slavebitches - a very pregnant one as you can see. Tell
them what a fucking stupid-ass whore you are - go on - tell them.”
“I - uhm - I’m a - f-fucking stupid ass whore.”
As soon as the black girl finished speaking Master slashed the fiberglass rod across the tops of both her meaty thighs.
The fleshy whapp-slam was surprisingly loud.
The nigger bitch tottered on her toes and gave out a hoarse shout of pain.
Cori remembered kneeling on the dining set chairs and taking the loudly slashing belt on her backside that night long ago in this same room after coming
home with Master from Tavern West.
Cal closed the kitchen door behind him and circled around Cori going to the refrigerator and taking a couple of beer cans, tossing one to Lou.
The men popped the beer tops and began to drink as they watched Master
slash the black stripper again hard just above her knees.
Cori loved the sound the rod made against female flesh.
“Aoowww!” the girl howled.
“This is Sinammon’s second visit,” Master said indifferent to his victim’s anguish, his back to Cori and the men.

Cori secretly ogled the way his big round shoulders gleamed in the soft overhead lighting. She wanted to go down on her knees in front of him and take him in her mouth while he whipped the impaled stripper, but she dared not move without being told to.
“She has a lot to learn yet before she gets to your level, Cori.”
Master slashed the rod across Sinammon’s belly and the woman squealed
and butted back against the sink. The metal bar she was impaled on slid
deeper up her cunt.
“Don’t you, you filthy nigger pig?”
“Yes, sir,” the woman whimpered. “A lot to learn, sir.”
Master moved to the black girl, took her short-nappy-haired head in his hand and spat on her face. His white phlegm ran down her long dark brown neck to her shoulder - cream on chocolate. He whipped her again, hard. Then he turned to Cori.
“Bend over. Put your head down on the counter. I need to put my cock
in fuckmeat.”
Cori moved eagerly but awkwardly into position, spreading her wobbly legs wide as she bent forward, her hands on the edge of the smooth countertop, her
cheek against the cool polished surface, one hoop earing trapped under her face. Hyper-aware of the leering hungry eyes of Master’s men she quivered then moaned huskily as Galwell put his flesh-rod up to her drooly womanhole from behind and slid up into her effortlessly.
“Ahh yeah,” Galwell grunted. “That’s one well-used cunt.”
Cal and Lou chuckled.
The beaten nigger longingly watched him fuck Cori, drool spilling from her fat lipped mouth. She rocked on the impaling bar going up and down on her toes to fuck herself, her pupils dilated, sweat pearls shiny on her forehead, Galwell’s
phlegm dissipating on her cheek. She wanted what the white pregnant teen
was getting but she knew it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

WHY WOULD SOMEONE SPAM THIS?!

“Take the nigger to the warehouse,” Galwell said to his men. “Use her well. Make her bleed. Break both her legs and her arms. Her hands too.”
As he delivered his orders he glanced over at Sinammon who stifled
an anguished sob.
“When you’re done with her dump her in one of the usual spots and
call 911. You know the routine.”
“You’ll miss the big party tomorrow,” Master told the whipped metal-fucked
black dancer who Cori knew would definitely never dance again. “But you’ll come to me for more, won’t you, pig?”
“Y-yass - m-muh-master -”
Cori couldn’t see Sinammon. She kept her head against the counter and
glimpsed the men move around to take the black girl between them. She heard
her moan as the men lifted her off the impaling bar and half-dragged her to the door.
“You’ll come back as many times as I ask - again and again, won’t you, nigger?”
“Yass, s-sir - I cuhm back - when you say - when you say -”
“Filthy stinking coon bitch,” Master growled as he shoved himself deep into Cori. “Make her pay. Break all her fucking fingers. Mangle the fucking whore.”
“You got it,” Steve replied.
Then the men were gone and Cori was left finally alone with him.
His strong hand moved slowly up her back to her shoulder, fingers splayed. His fingertips toyed with the big hoop earring draped over her cheek.
“Ahh - yeahh - this is prime fuckmeat -”
His other hand moved down her side to her big hanging belly.
“Mmm - there’s just nothing in the world like a good sweet piece of pregnant fuckmeat.”

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Cori groaned softly and closed her eyes. It was nice to please him with her body. He was deep inside her where she needed him to be.
“Will you get her pregnant?” she asked him.
“Sinammon? I’d like to. I’ve never had a nigger baby. It would be different.”
“Little black girls are pretty - I know you’d enjoy ripping one apart.”
“You know it, slut.”
“You’re going to rip my baby to pieces, aren’t you?”
“In due time. When I’ve had my fill of her.”
“Train her well. Make her give you all she can give.”
Galwell smiled and slid slowly out of Cori to rub his massively engorged
meat against her silky asscheeks.
“You know I will, whore - I’ll make sure I get as much out of her as I got out of her pig-bitch hoochie mother.”
He reached down and took Cori by the hair at the nape of her neck to
lift her head up off the countertop and turn her around. The plastic bracelets on her right arm clicked together as they slid down her wrist. He stared meanly into her eyes and Cori felt herself melt for him; he then walked her to the
table and lifted her on to it, making her spread her legs wide. Taking her by her swollen tits he slid up into her cunt again, bent over her, pumping his cock
deep into her and leaning down to suck the milk out of her painfully swollen
nipples.
She moaned, reached her arms out on either side and gripped the edges of the table, bracelets clacking against the butcher-block top.
Above her on the wall was the same clock that had been there the
first night he’d brought her here. She remembered how she’d worried that she
wouldn’t be getting home on time. Now time had ceased to have any relevance for her. Now she had no home. No parents. No one. He had torn her from her life
and set her adrift.

Her studded tongue grazed her lips moistening them.
“Fuck me,” she whispered urging him on. “Use me. Fill me. That’s
all I’m good for. That’s what you’ve made me. That’s why I’m here.”
He lifted his head from her breasts, her hot milk dribbling from his mouth. His hands seized her big spherical belly. He squeezed her hard, painfully and stared into her eyes and continued to slam deep into her, his hips pistoning and churning.
“I’m going to kill you tomorrow,” he said bluntly.
“Yes, sir. I know.”
“Cut you to pieces like a cow in a slaughterhouse.”
She bit her lip and trembled as pleasure-chills surged through her.
“You’re gonna give me your baby and then you’re going to die.”
“Yess -” she whimpered weakly. “Its - its all I’m good for. I’m ready for it.”
“Fucking whore.”
Later he made her crawl after him, up the stairs to the bedroom.
He hung her up on the same rack as when he’d first brought her to the house but this time there were no whips, no canes - only both his hard fat fists force-fucked up her cunt and her asshole repeatedly as she sobbed and took the punishment. He’d fist-fuck her then push his cock up her then fist-fuck her again. He sucked the milk from her nipples and bit them until they were on fire. He
fist-fucked her cunt as he rammed his shaft her up the ass. He bit her big belly and slid down on one knee to eat her pussy until she exploded in frenzied multiple
orgasms. Then he fist-fucked and cock-fucked her again.

Sometime during the punishing lovemaking he switched on the television.
Videos of torture and slaughter played as she hung for him on the garment rack taking his unflagging abuse. She saw the screen reflected in the dresser
mirror, saw images now of herself in the cabin being flogged and raped. Carolyn - Kalisha - Soledad - Sherry - women and children she didn’t know, taped from
all angles - suffering and dying for Master’s unquenchable pleasure.
Sometime later he released her from the garment rack and took her on
the bed violently in many different positions, disregarding the fact that she
was pregnant, pounding his weight into her carelessly, slamming her for all
she was worth, strangling her, throat-fucking her, slapping and body-punching her.
“There’ll be one more thing for you tomorrow - before you give me your baby and die for me -” he snarled in her ear, yanking on her hoop earing, leaning over her as she knelt on the sheets, his cock hilted in her asshole. “ - one more very important thing -”
“Wh-what, sir?”
“A little surprise, whore. A little twist you won’t be expecting.”
She wondered what he could mean but soon she had her throat full
of him and her studded tongue was providing a wet runway for his massive
sex-spear.
Before he came, making her take the climactic pounding in her throat, using her studded-tongue as a runway for his battering prick, her head hung off the edge of the bed, he let his bladder go almost drowning her, gripping her head so that she could not move out of the way as the hot urine hosed into her trachea and made her gurgle and choke and turn red. Even as he pissed in her throat he continued to skull-fuck her masterfully and hot slick gobs of cum followed the acrid piss and she swallowed and swallowed and choked finally sliding off the bed as he stepped back to lie in a defeated mess at his feet.

He leaned down and grabbed her by her hair and made her crawl
to the bathroom.
“Cup your hands,” he told her after he drew her into the shower stall.
“You’ve already eaten Mistress’ shit. Now you’ll eat mine.”
The bracelets slid down toward her elbow as she raised her arms.
He turned and crouched and farted in her face.
“Get it all, pig, you hear me?”
He positioned his rump over her outstreched palms and squeezed out
a mushy clay-brown turd.
“Wash your stupid face with it,” he told her.
She obeyed lovingly, smearing herself with his mess.
“Here’s more,” he told her. “Stuff it in your mouth”
And she did - and every foul thing she’d ever done with him and for him
accompanied her voluntary self-desecration. She’d sold her body for him.
Turned herself into a cheap street hooker for him. She’d helped him kill women, young girls and children and stood by, an accomplice, a participant in his murderous excesses. She’d given herself to Mistress for him and effectively betrayed and doomed her closest friend Carolyn and the child Hannah who demonstrated only loving kindness for her. She’d allowed herself to be impregnated and she was willing now to give him the human fruit of her womb knowing full well what his intentions for that child would ultimately be. She’d let him do everything with her, indulge every inhuman and sadistic impulse with her, and now he had told her there would be more.
She wondered what else could be possible, what final indignities would be imposed on her. As she choked and fought back the urge to vomit and plied her mouth with his faeces she wondered what could possibly be left for her to give him that hadn’t already been taken - what final sadistic pleasure would he draw
from her? Would she be strong enough to bear it, to look into his hungry demonic eyes and know she was pleasing him?

>>36618479
Use the ashtray, but yes it's fine. Got a story for us?

Epic thread.

When he finished defecating on her he went to the cupboard under the bathroom sink.
Her mouth was overfull, shit spilling down her chin as he came for her with a roll of gray duct tape. With a few quick moves he wrapped an adhesive band around her head and shit-gagged her.
“Ghwhhrrghh!” she grunted, eyes bulging. She could barely breathe but she knelt before him, accepting submissively.
“That’s how I want you,” he growled. “That’s the way all you hoochie pigs deserve to be treated - all you fucked-up clueless Brittney Spears wannabes . All you little teenie bitches have nothing but shit in your heads anyway - all the shit you’ve filled yourselves with from television and movies - all the shallow crap they’ve sold you on - so you need to appreciate and value its taste and texture in your dirty little mouths. Besides you should consider it a special treat. I don’t do this with all my bitches - only a chosen few. Consider yourself priviliged, cunt. Only the best cuntmeat gets a good taste of my crap. Now get up on your feet and get in the shower.”
She rose and moved clumsily into the stall.
There were steel manacles on the wall just above her head on either side.
He stepped up to her, took her bracelets off her arm and tossed them on the floor and lifted her arms to the cold metal cuffs locking her in place, her arms outstretched. Forced to stand on her toes and barely able to breathe, her pretty shit-smeared face framed by the large hoop earrings, the foul smell and taste of his crap overwhelming her, she watched as he went into the bedroom and returned with a small thin-tongued dogwhip. There were tiny metal disks, like buttons, attached on the end of each whiptongue and an electrical cable that extended from the weapon’s handle.

>>36618611
I fucking hope he does.

She watched him plug the electrical line into the bathroom outlet near the
sink and turn to face her.
There was no shower curtain and the terra-cotta tiled stall was ten feet wide with shower spigots on both ends.
“Spread those filthy fucking legs wide for me, whore,” he said bluntly as he waggled the whip to loosen up the tongues.
Cori heard sharp popping sounds and saw sparks shoot from the disks on the whiptongues as they came in contact with each other.
“This thing won’t leave any marks on you. I want you unblemished for our special event tomorrow. But I want to make your hurt before I fuck you - you
know how it is with me. I can’t fuck a pig unless I make her hurt first. Hell, sometimes I can’t really fuck a pig unless she’s downright bloody or even
dead. Specially a pretty little blonde teenage hoochie pig like you - Just the way I am I guess. Always been like that. Since I was kid.”
He shook the whip out again making the disks buzz and crackle.
He edged closer to her positioning himself for the beating.
“Yeah,” he said. “Tomorrow’s gonna be real nice. And as I said there will be one more thing I’m gonna need from you then. I’m sure you’ll do it well. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me, is there fuckface?”
“Nnghrr,” she groaned, shaking her head, earrings bobbing, her eyes fixed on him.
“No. Of course not. I am your God and whatever your God commands is Gospel, am I right?”
She nodded slowly.

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He studied her, his eyes moving up and down her naked body.
“I like the way you look pregnant, Cori. Push out that fat belly for me, I’m going to whip it. More. That’s right. Good slut. Arch your back. Offer yourself to me. Get those legs as far apart as you can. Give me what I need, girl.”
She struggled valiantly to obey. Rivulets of shit oozed from the edges of the duct tape gag and dripped on to her swollen tits and distended abdomen. Her legs, still weak from her long confinement atop the steel cylinder in the warehouse, ached as her feet arched. She heard the pt-pt-pt of shit drops leaking off her and on the shower stall vynl floor. Her toes made a squeaking sound against the smooth surface as she moved her legs further apart. Her ass pushed against the cold wall
behind her as she watched Master lift the small whip.
The whip tongues whooshed down and smacked on her belly. It was not a hard stroke, the blow was more of a caress, but a devastating electrical shock slammed through her.
“Wwhhrgghh!?” she groaned slamming back against the wall, a puzzled, anguished look on her face.
“You like that?” Galwell jeered, sneering. “Have some more.”
The small whip made a sizzly sound as the killer expertly swiped it across his pregnant victim’s body. He beat her with perfectly timed strokes, watching her intently, studying her agony. Sparks exploded from the small metal disks as they struck and Cori jiggle-jerked and made drowning gurgling noises as Master’s shit, propelled involuntarily inward by her steel-studded shock-driven tongue, lodged in her throat, pushed up her trachea and spumed from her nostrils.

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“Ye-ahh!,” Galwell snarled. The sight of his young pregnant slave expelling twin streams of brown crud from her nose excited him deeply.
He began to whip her big milk-filled paps, a bit harder, bringing up a rosy
flush on the young blonde’s creamy pale flesh. Cori had been out of the sun for
months and her skin was ivory white and her heavy titmeat shook under the
electrical assault.
Cori brought her legs together as the sequence of shocks kicked through her.
Master struck with the searing whiptongues at her hips and thighs.
“No, bitch. Keep your fucking legs wide open for me! I wanna whip that
filthy cunt. It needs to be whipped. It needs to be whipped badly.”
Teary-eyed from suffering but full of love (a fiercely pure love) for him Cori moved to obey him again thrusting her belly out and arching her back as he landed cut after cut on the front of her body. She looked down at herself and saw no welts, only feverishly scarlet skin. Tipping her head back she gave herself to the punishment expecting the blows to move down, expecting the sharp heat to lap at her pussy any second.
Moments later, suddenly aware that he’d stopped hitting her she looked for him, still shivering and jerking uncontrollably. He had brought a metal dildo-shaft from the bedroom. Going down on one knee he pressed the shaft up to her asshole and pushed it inward inserting it roughly. She grunted, her knees shivering. A thick
glop of Galwell’s excrement finally caught in the peristalsis of her throat chugged slowly down into her esophagus, but an unswallowable mass remained wadded in her gagged mouth.

An electrical cord ran down from the dildo Galwell had just planted inside her. He plugged that line into the same outlet as the torture-whip, across the room, above the washbasin, and then stepped back to brandish his weapon again, to take up where he’d left off.
“Have some more, scumbag,” he said softly. “Dance for me.”
Now each time the flashing whiptongues landed Cori felt the sharp shocks not only on her skin but inside her rectum, hot spears of nerve-rattling heat. Her skull popped against the tiled wall, hoop earrings dancing wildly with each stroke, and she began to make whimpery-choking sounds, her face flushed, her hair frizzed by the electrical jolts. Occasionally she leaped in response to the torture, her feet actually coming off the ground as she bodyslammed the wall behind her.
After nearly fifteen minutes of this punishment Galwell leaned into the stall
and turned the faucet. He let the twin nozzles shoot cold water down on Cori
from both sides leaving her soaked and shivering before he shut it off and stepped back out in front of her.
The teenager’s head hung down between her outstreched arms.
“Look at me,” the killer ordered.
Slowly she raised her head, her angelic eyes half-closed and bloodshot.
“I’m gonna give you more. Nod if you can handle it.”
Weakly, tilting her head slightly, imploring and resigned at the same time, she assented.
Her earrings glinted as she nodded.
The whipping began again.

With heartless accuracy Galwell finally slashed up into his pregnant teenager’s obscenely exposed cunt mound landing caressing strokes that sent shooting sparks
against her clit and labia. Mewling and twitching spastically the young bitch pissed
herself as her fetus rolled wildly and pummeled her insides. As he shock-whipped
his victim Galwell could see her fat womb actually mis-shapen by the movements
of the child inside her who, like its mother, was now in a rictus of suffering from
the jolts.
For Galwell there was nothing like punishing a young pregnant female. For him it was two for the price of one - mom and baby both suffering for him. It was one of the most intensely pleasurable pursuits the sadistic killer could indulge and he took his time drawing out the inhumane torture to the absolute limit, taking his young bitch and her fetus to the very edge of trauma but not letting her go past it into unconsciousness, holding back and giving her rest until she was ready to take
more.
It was nearly an hour before he put the whip down on the toilet seat.
He watched her getting her bearings back, hanging there against the wall, standing in a puddle of piss, shivering and flushed, her lower belly and mons blood-red. She grunt-gasped repeatedly, hypnotically. He stroked his cock firmly. She had no idea the whipping was over and he knew she was ready to take more if he wanted it. But he’d had enough for now and he moved in to pull the dildo out of her and rip the duct tape from her face. He reached up and released her from the manacles on the wall and she slid down to kneel on the floor of the shower stall spitting up shit and choking, still vocalizing her suffering. Turning on both faucets he stood with her in the intersecting wash of warm water.

After his crap oozed off her he made her bathe him and herself with a
sweetly scented shower gel in the steam-fogged shower stall. She knelt in front of him and her hands spread the lathering lotion adoringly on his belly and thighs, down his legs to his feet. She frothed his hard cock and took it gently in her mouth, sliding forward, reaming herself on him, teasing his shaft with her studded tongue, welcoming the bitter soap suds and the aftertaste of shit as he licked his balls and then his asshole, crouched underneath him moaning hungrily. He face-fucked her for a while, then, hoisting her up in his strong arms he slid his hard cock deep up into her aching cunt and began to fuck her against the tiled wall under the warm gushing torrent , her hoop earrings jiggling, her big belly nestled against his, the little baby girl inside her squirming helplessly as Cori’s first distant labor pains began to churn.

tender,
Ill take an italien margarita.

moar?

>>36618632

not really

Why has it stopped?
WHY?!

A story eh?? Sir, that would mean I would have to give you some information about my life.. And that would mean I would have to kill you. Catch my drift?

Your fortune: Better not tell you now

OH GOD YES

Everyone.
To the bunkers!
Brace for epic!

>>36618901

Don't take that shit Barfly!

>>36618901
There has to be -something-

Yes.
Please, tell us some story.

>>36619054

>>36618896
I don't stop, I just switch threads
After helping Lena and Kasey out of the crate which had housed them Mistress quickly untied them.
She took her time to prepare both babies well. She rubbed Johnson’s oil all over them, spurted it into ther pussies and assholes making them giggle, prodded it deep into their orifices with her long nailed index finger. She tongue-kissed both girls, hoisted them up on a table, spread them open and licked their small pert slitted mounds. Already well-prepped from a long night of brutal lovemaking with their father and his pregant blonde teenage slave, the two bunnies were soon all worked up. Mistress dressed them like little whorelets, in bright day-glo colored outfits, halter tops, short miniskirts, their midriffs bare, green, purple and orange clips fastened in their hair and bright blue plastic bracelets and anklets on their wrists and legs.
At first the children had been groggy and disoriented but after Mistress’s seductive attentions and caresses they were strutting around the room dancing to the thumping beat coming from the hallway.
Mistress had them made them kneel and lick her cunt, both at the same time,
like kittens competing for the same milk bowl.
“Ready?” Mistress asked as she towered over them.
The children nodded excitedly.
The hooded woman who wore nothing but high-heel, open-toed sandals and a leather belt-band around her waist from which a long lethal single-tail lash dangled, led Galwell’s daughters out to the open area at the end of the hall where the violent
orgy was already well under way.
The three strip teasing call-girls had long since been brought down off the desks. Now Mistress instructed Galwell’s provocatively dressed daughters to get up there and take their place.

The two children eagerly climbed up and began moving to the loud music, not like kids usually move, like cute animated puppets, but the way Mistress had taught them to move under the sharp kiss of her lead-tipped lash months before in the barn where Cori had first seen them. Lena and her younger sibling moved like professional strip-club dancers, miniature adult women, their movements fluid and sexual, their gyrations and gestures openly and flagrantly seductive and uninhibited.
As they danced they looked out into the large area and the savagery taking place. The killers and their female prey were all nude. The spacious area was a sea of bare blood-spattered human flesh.
On the far side of the enclosure three men were beating an olive-skinned, dark-haired woman who was tied to a chair. The men wore brass knuckles and they took turns slow-punching their helpless victim. The bitch, a big-titted, Italian-looking brunette was bruised bloody, her face raw and gashed, eyes swollen shut, tits drooling twin red streams. Her head popped back and forth each time she was punched.
Two of the impromptu strippers who had earlier danced on the desktops now hung by their ankles, back to back and five men were beating them with wooden billy clubs. One bitch had shit herself and the other one was puking up bloody bile. The third of the call girl dancers leaned against one of the tinted glass panes, her arms outstretched, wrists nailed to a two-by-four. She had been brutally face-beaten, her breasts bloody, both nipples sliced off, and a man was now flogging what was left of her tits with a slender metal chain. As she slid to her knees the man stepped forward and wrapped the chain around her neck to strangle her.

>>36618901
Men of your caliber simply do not walk into a bar and order a drink.

Naked beaten and bloody females were being raped and flogged and
the men watched Lena and Kasey dance as they punished the women, shouting
their pleasure hoarsely as they became aware of the fresh entertainment. Some
of the men wore black leather belt-bands, like the one Mistress wore, with whips
coiled to them or guns and knives holstered on them.
Mistress moved among Galwell’s guests and soon she was down on her knees crawling, taking cuts from their whips and choking on their cocks urging them to begin the killing.
Lena and Kasey began to strip-tease, tossing off their halter tops, pulling down their colorful skirts, revealing neon-silver panties. They pranced about
and then offered the cheering killers their backs as they bent down in synchrony, pulling their underwear to their ankles, bobbing their little asses in rhythm. Their oil-smeared pudendas gleamed as they kicked their panties away and began to dance naked, the colored lights glimmering on their plastic bracelets, hair-clips and anklets, on their shiny bodies.
The sight of the naked slutty girlchildren drove the male killers wild.
Mistress rose from the floor, unclipped her single-tail whip from her black leather waistband and approached the desks on which Kasey and Lena danced.
She took a position a few feet from her baby targets, bit her lip with intense concentration, drew her arm back and swung.

>>36619218
LOL.....Wut?

The whoosh of Mistress’ lash was lost in the sonic thunder of the music
as it cut across Kasey’s belly. The child squealed but kept dancing, going up
on her little toes and drawing her arms up over her head offering herself so that Mistress could hit her again. Instead Mistress swung out at Lena’s ankles. Both children backed up against each other and danced in a tight circle, bare butts pressed together, giving Mistress their bodies, hands gripped behind their heads. Mistress showed no mercy but attacked Galwell’s well-trained daughters with unrepressed fury cutting across bellies, chests and thighs, even their
faces with the flailing single-tail. The girls swung around, faced each other,
hugging but apart, hands gripping each others shoulders, Lena slightly taller
than her younger sister. The girls continued to move in a circle to the music now offering Mistress the fresh unmarked meat of their backsides. They were both crying, the colorful bracelets and anklets catching the swirling lights, mascara running down their cute whip-striped harlot faces as they pranced awkwardly, Mistress stalking them, moving around the desks to find different vantage points from which to strike, the slashing whip biting at the thighs, calves and heels of the little girls then rearing up to wrap around their waists or burn across their shoulders.
Lena and Kasey finally raised their arms, hands clasped and they pressed
against each other and sobbed, no longer moving to the music, but giving
themselves completely to the beating, Mistress slashing and circling, smiling,
hooded eyes slitted, her free hand circling eagerly against her shaved cunt.

“Spread ‘em!” Mistress shrieked at them.
As the children obeyed, splaying their legs apart, their small feet moving toward the edges of the desktops Mistress tore the single-tail up between their thighs whipping their oil-drenched vulvas and tearing at their chunky little asscheeks with exuberant violence.
The pussyflogging of the dancing children took the killers past the point of no return.
Two bitches were simultaneously belly stabbed and neckslashed to fall screaming, gurgling and bleeding to the tiled floor.
The man who had been choking the stripdancer with the chain pulled on it
hard and broke her neck. She slid to the ground at the base of the tinted glass
window spastically writhing and dying.
Knives were unsheathed, guns drawn.
The other two dancers who hung from the ceiling were cut open from
their cunts to their throats. Their killers stepped up striding spilled entrails to cum in the gasping mouths of their unfortunate prey.
The bitch bound to the chair looked up to see one killer, his gun drawn
and aimed at her face. She could not hear what he said to her over the music his face a scowling mask as his finger tugged on the trigger - the flashpop blew her head off her shoulders.
Another woman, a pretty brown-haired girl, shrieked as a killer put his gun up her twat and fired. She flew up against a table knocking over a half-empty tray of food as her guts exploded from her - she toppled to the tiled floor in a spill of broken wine glasses and hors d’oeuvres.

Kasey and Lena jerked to the explosive sounds around them and to the
slashing of their tender muffs and buttholes but continued to cling to each other,
their hands clasped over their heads, their colorful bracelets sagging down to
their elbows. The pain being inflicted on them only made them gyrate more sensually, intoxicatingly - they’d known nothing else since birth - this world of sick sexuality was their whole universe. It was their catechism. Pumped with amphetamines and drugged with aphrodisiacs their childbodies revved at full
throttle, a high-speed metabolism of masochistic joy.
Two young whores were put up against the wall on their knees pleading
and sobbing. Five men aimed nine millimeter automatics at their bodies and cut them down in a haze of gunfire.
Galwell had instructed the men earlier that Mistress and Kasey were not to be exterminated, only the call-girls and other escorts that the guests had
brought with them. Full permission, however, had been granted to rape and torture Mistress and the two slutchildren as unmercifully as they wished, short of mutilation and broken bones for the duration of the orgy. When all the other females in the open area were dispatched then Lena would be taken - in any way the killers wished.
Now, Mistress was grabbed, her whip taken away and she was pulled on to a table spreadeagled to be viciously raped, punched and slapped. She screamed at the men over the loud music to do their best, to spend themselves on her.
Kasey and Lena’s ruined dance was finally and crudely brought to an end, several men dragging them off the desktops to cram their cocks in their whip-torn and well-lubed bodies.

A killer with a machete lopped off the hands and feet of a young whore, the last of the hired escorts, who was trying to crawl away from him. Blood splashed the tinted glass window. The bitch didn’t die but continued to drag herself across the tiled floor on her severed limbs toward the security exit. The man followed slowly. He liked they way her mutilated body moved - and he let her get there, giving her a faint hope of escape before slashing his sharp-edged weapon across her fleshy buttocks several times. He then kicked her legs apart and went down on his knees to stuff his cock up her asshole as she bled to death sobbing under him.
Held on the surface of the desk by two men on either side Kasey squealed like a pig as a third man burned her little whipped cunt with a lit cigar. He burned her nipples too and then slid up on to the desk to fuck her up the ass while another male punched her face and then shoved his cock down her throat.
Lena was pulled on to a guy sitting on a chair. Once his upright cockpole
was deep up her tight baby ass a second man stepped up and put his cock
up her pussy. A third man slung a piece of rope around the eight year old’s neck
and began choking her as she was double fucked. The man in front of her
began methodically punching the child’s chest and belly as he fucked her.

Mistress was tossed on her back on the tiled floor in the middle of the large area. One of the dead gutted strip-dancers hung over her dripping gore on her hooded face and on her tits as a strong black thug savagely pounded himself up Mistress’s snatch. He held Galwell’s dominatrix bitch firmly by her wrists. The blood of the dead strip-dancer puddled under Mistress and she slid around on the hot goo. Another killer sat on Mistress’ face, his asshole pressed to her mouth. He farted loudly and laughed as Mistress choked on the sharp redolence. The dead hanging call-girl’s blood rained down on his bald skull and trickled down his face on to his muscular chest. He leaned forward and began to punch Mistress’s tits
before pressing his ass down against her face again to smother and fart on her a
second time.
The other males, those not working on Kasey, Lena or Mistress were
necrofucking the butchered callgirls or slow-torturing the other six females
still left alive. One of them finally shut off the music though the disco lights continued to swirl and flash. After that the only sounds in the room were the cries of pain from Galwell’s daughters and the suffering women, and the grunts groans
and invocations of lust from Mistress and the ten vicious killers as the free-for-all
orgy soared.
It was just past midnight.

>>36619278
forgot your hat

Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger

>>36619365

Just stop already, too long for a fap.

There's one story I have. There was a time in my life when I used to fail, and everyone loved me for it.. But that time is over now, I'm just on a journey.. For what? I do not know.

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>>36619399

Silly hat.

>>36619497
YES!!!!!1

>>36619463
WALL OF TEXT

>>36619497

!!!!!!!!!!

this thread is shit

FAIL EFG IS ALWAYS AND WITH NO EXCEPTION 400x400 PIXELS

YOU FAIL AT FAILING BUT THANKS FOR TRYING

http://www.myspace.com/joeylovessexxx http://www.myspace.com/joeylovessexxx http://www.myspace.com/joeylovessexxx http://www.myspace.com/joeylovessexxx http://www.myspace.com/joeylovessexxx

>>36619497
God....stop putting me on the edge of my seat goddamnit!

>>36619612
I KNOW EFG WHEN I SEE HIM. GTFO!

Those... eyebrows..

>>36613731

tits or gtfo

>>36619497
Everyone needs a purpose...

Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger

>>36619612
>>36619658

Don't be faggots, both of you. If it's entertaining enough then just fucking enjoy it.

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FLAMING HELL?

>>36619756

tits or gtfo

>>36619756
Dude, the top of your head is missing.

>>36619779

but it aint, it´s fucking lame

>>36619800

>>36617590

SOMEONE START SAVING THIS, PLEASE!

>>36619919

you save shit ?

This is some good drink by the way bar tender. What brand is it?

>>36619966
You browse /b/,
Even though you belong in Gaia?

HOLY SHIT HES BACK, /b/ IS SAVED!!!!!!

Your fortune: （　´_ゝ`）ﾌｰﾝ

>>36619919

1. go to http://4chanarchive.org/
2. click "request interface" in the sidebar and type 36613731 into the box
3. if the thread receives enough votes, then it might be published in the archive within 48 hours (if archive mods approve)
4. ???
5. profit!!

>>36619919

this shit should move there since it redundant and emo faggy

i said tits or gtfo

FUCK YEAH EFG

Bar Tender.. Do you have a place for me to stay? Police are after me for stealing a car from an old woman and I don't have anywhere to go.

>>36619982
Guinness.

>>36620239
YOU CAN STAY AT MY PLACE :D

Wait...does that mean....EFG, is back....to stay?

>>36620239

I have a place where I lie low sometimes, just throwing it out there...

>>36620265
>>36620239
ARE THESE TWO DIFFERENT DRAWWHORES?!

barkeep, drink please.

Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!

>>36620239
>>36620265
BRACE FOR IMPACT!!

>>36620239
You may rent a room. I keep an inn above the /b/ar.

>>36620366
Well, at first I figured the Barkeep eas made by the same creator as EFG, eyebrows make me suspicious, but the style differs a small bit.
But I'm leaning towards same draw-whore

>>36620366
indeed it appears so.
but this thread is full of fucking fail, because they are drawing the images during the thread, not before.

>>36620480
Different, yes.

>>36620634
Well, you heard it from the bar keep
Two different draw-whores.

>>36620634

THE TIME OF EFG IS GONE

>>36620526
it's kind of hard for two anonymous drawhores to make everything beforehand when they meet for the first time in a thread, numbnuts

>>36620634

A planned colaboration?

Thread 36613731 has already been archived.

I sage, because sage is a funny word

>>36620480
Who gives a shit? I declare /b/arfly a meme.

A vodka barfly.

>>36620736
Two draw-whores that know each other plan it together numb nuts.

>>36620766
esactly, thats the ONLY way to get an epic win/fail. unless its a series of unfortunate events that contribute to it becoming either of the two.

I ordered some lols for this thread.

>>36620313

Fuck you, you'll probably try to rape me or something.

>>36620467

You'll give it to me for free, am I right?

>>36620821
No, barfly can only be marked as a draw-whore.

>>36620883
Wrong again, guys.

Your fortune: Reply hazy, try again

is it 25cent highballs? i drank 15 and puked in the bathroom. what a night. do-over?

Posting in an epic thread

>>36620897

I wonder if they're staying in contact, telling each other their next moves via Skype or something...

>>36620949
Rent is the keyword EFG

>>36620971
Damnit you're confusing.

oh shit

>>36621003
It's not very organized, I don't think so.

>>36620949

FINE! Be that way!

>>36620949
Free to a good story, sir.

>>36621129
Hey....How do you keep your arm up like that for so long?

>>36621197
i lol'd for some reason

>>36620431

Well fuck you.

>>36621003
Not everything is planned. I get a lot of people in my /b/ar. This one is new to me.

>>36621150

I'm not requesting for the room, I'm ordering for the room.. FOR FREE! I asked nicely at first mother fucker, but if you don't co-operate, I'm gonna fuckin' shoot you.

>>36621373
He's busy.
Leave him be faggot

Your fortune: Outlook good

One Bloody Mary please. half a cup of spicy V8, half a cup of Vodka, liquated celary, & a quarter cup of wishtashire sauce. That's the way I like it...

>>36621444
OH SHI-
He's gone postal!

>>36621394

Well pardon me for guessing!

Oh shit he's got a gun!

Why can't drawfags ever stay dead?

*gasp*

>>36621373
Sir, you didn't order anything.

>>36621444
Don't try it. He can dodge bullets.


And nukes, apparently.

>>36621570
errr...>>36620431

>>36621444

WANT ME TO HANDLE HIM?!

>>36621523
"Draw-whores" newfag

>>36621444
OR else what? You'll make a holy /b/artender..?

>>36621675

Just said "drink please", not a specific order.

>>36621676
You're arm is still up!
ANSWER THE PREVIOUS QUESTION!

>>36621739
LAAAAAAAAME!

Smirnoff Twist, green apple. mind if i smoke?

This place still open?

>>36621739

Let's play a game of Russian Roulette! There is one Bullet in one of these chambers.. If I win, I get the room for free and this entire bar.. But if I lose, then you win. Okay?

>>36621739

Dogma reference. Good shit.

And what happened to my vodka?

>>36621874
I see where this is going.

>>36621874

no shooting bears this time

>>36621757

I WAS BORN THIS WAY! THERE!

>>36621444
Drop it, you son-of a bitch.

>>36621739

MOAR LIKE HOLEY, AMIRITE?

>>36622028
No, Fail.

Okay, here I go.. Ya feelin' lucky, punk?

Your fortune: （　´_ゝ`）ﾌｰﾝ

Hey Mr.barkeep...
Can I get an appletini, please?
Easy on the tini, sir.

>>36621874
Deal. I'll play your silly game.

AND I PULL OUT MY GUN

Epicness dying.

>>36622163
I was about to ask you the same thing, and I've also been wondering what's with the lack of seating inside this bar.

Who agrees we should make /b/arfly and /b/ar a meme?

*Click*

Okay, you got off lucky..

>>36622438
You don't "make" memes, so just shut up and watch the thread.

>>36622438
He cannot be a meme, he has not gone through the process, he can only be classified as a draw-whore.