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.., it’s piss on you, you fuck..."
Back at her desk, the lady put down the glass and reached for the medal around her neck, cautiously removing it as if it were sacred. The object removed, Erica began unbuttoning her shirt, finally taking the white thing off. Her bra off as well, the woman leaned against her desk with her nice ass and removed both thigh high boots. In the end, she stripped herself of her pants and panties, exposing her total and sensuous frame right before Matt’s eyes.
With her bare feet, Erica went to the guy and stepped over his head, placing one foot to each side of his skull. Looking up, Matt saw her place her hands on her hips and stare down into his eyes, asking, " Where’s the new airstrip?"
" Fuck you..., slut!"
" As you wish.", answered Erica, allowing a straight line of yellow fluid to go from her cunt to his lips.
Struggling, he tried moving his frame, but she simply moved along with him, pissing away at him, enjoying herself.
" You whore...you bitch...go fuck yourself!"
Done pissing, Erica stepped back and returned to her desk, this time slipping into only the elegant black leather stiletto boots. Slowly, she came back to her victim and stopped, standing before his waist. At a quaistatic pace, Erica raised her right boot and firmly brought it down atop his cock, pressing harder and harder.
" Give me the information I want."
" No..."
Harder and harder she pressed until he screamed out, " No, please..., stop!"
" Well...? Gonna tell me or not?"
" Ok, ok...!"
Her foot removed, she again ask, " Where is it?"
" It’s up your cunt.", responded Matt, getting himself back together somewhat.
" Oh is it really...you, mean like your dick being up my cunt..., I saw the way you looked at me when you followed me into this building."
" You’re ugly inside..., your guts are as ugly as hell itself!"
" And I suppose that’s because I’m such a bad lady?"
" Go to hell and stay there!"
" If I’m bad and my insides are ugly, then I take it that yours are pretty...I mean, it’s just a logical deduction...don’t you think?"
" Fuck you."
" My, my...you’re so courageous...even in the face of almost certain death."
Turning around, the sexy lady went back to the desk, opened a drawer, and extracted a long knife, its shiney blade reflecting some of the room’s light.
Upon her return, Erica squatted next to Matt and inserted the blade into the lower part of his belly. While listening to his screams, getting louder and louder, she began cutting, slowly slicing away the skin covering his lower abdomen until she pulled it away, exposing his intestines!
" There..., now I can see what you look like inside, how nice...not bad, guess you’re pretty...you must be real good."
" No, please...!", moaned Matt, looking down at himself, going into shock.
After the last flap of flesh about his belly was tossed aside, the bitch stepped over his waist and sat down on his dick, facing the guy’s head.
" Why don’t you get it up now?", ask the blond sadist, slowly dipping her hands into his insides, uncoiling his small intestine, stretching the bloody and slimy stuff further and further out.
At last, when she had at least six feet of the sausage shaped organ removed from his body, the sick cunt hung it around her neck and began bouncing her ass up and down a few times, saying, " C’mon...let’s do it...you and me...I wanna feel your dick inside me...why ain’t you getting hard..., what’s wrong...ain’t the sight of my beautiful tits good enough for you?"
" Please, don’t...!", moaned the man, his pain reaching something beyond imagination.
" Tell me what I wanna hear."
" Please, stop!"
" Tell me!"
Still conscious, Matt begged, " Morphine..., give me morphine and I’ll tell you!"
" Ok...", replied Erica, removing his bloody intestine from her neck, raising her ass from his waist, and going to a cabinet on the room’s other side, coming back with a syringe.
After she popped the cap off, the lady injected the stuff into the upper part of Matt’s left arm, and said, " There...in a few minutes you shouldn’t feel anything."
Sure enough, despite his mutilated condition, the large dose numbed his pain, bringing him back to reality somewhat.
" Where’s that place?"
Strengthened by the drug’s effect, Matt’s defiance came back, causing him to say, " I’ll tell you shit."
" Oh yea?"
" Yea!"
" Fine...I’ve got the same for you."
Her body rotated, Erica squatted over Matt’s face, allowing her beautiful behind to hang over this his eyes. Two seconds later, she defecated, shitting right on his head, dropping three pieces of crap on the guy.
" How’s that?", ask the German lady mockingly, reaching over for his shirt and using it to wipe her ass, throwing it then to the side.
Humiliated, Matt watched her stand up and talk down at him, saying, " What a pathetic sight..., what a piece of garbage."
" You’re garbage...!"
Using her left boot, Erica raised it and then stepped into his guts, twisting and turning the sole of her leather masterpiece.
Even with all the morphine, Matt yelled out, " Ohhhhh...no, please...!"
" Die mother fucker...!"
With shit on his face, Matt replied, " Please...stop it, no, I can’t take it any longer...!"
" Then tell me."
" No, please stop."
For the next minute, the lady twisted away at his insides, really giving it to him, putting him through the darkest experience of this life!
Finally, she removed her boot, blood all over it now, and then stuck it before his face, saying, " Here..., lick it off, do it...lick off your own insides!"
" I can’t...I can’t move...I’m too weak...!"
" You piece of shit...where’s that air strip...tell me now!", yelled Erica, kicking his head now, doing it four times.
Out of the blue, the sick lady ask, " Are you a cunt licker...do you lick your girlfriend’s pussy?"
Semiconscious and a little delirious with fever, the dying man ask in confusion, " What...?"
" Yea...I bet you are...", replied Erica to his light sounds as she squatted, picked up the knife again, and pried his mouth open with her other hand, pulling away at his tongue.
" No..., no...!", sobbed Matt, the sharp blade coming closer and closer. A second later, he briefly tasted metal as the silver thing sliced through his soft flesh, removing his tongue.
Looking at the detached thing in her hand, Erica spread her thighs apart and slowly inserted the bloody organ up into her hairy snatch, using the knife’s handle to push it all the way into her vaginal cavity.
" Ohhhh...yea!, moaned Erica, " It’s really good...bet this thing made a lot of women happy...oh, yes...yea...!"
Her right hand’s middle finger going up her opening, the lady found her hot clit and started massaging that most sensitive spot, getting herself off until she finally came, blood constantly dripping from her cunt, looking like her monthly cycle paid an early visit.
All that emerged from Matt’s mouth were incomprehensible sounds, the moans and groans of agony.
Knowing there was nothing she could get out of him, the perverted female went to her desk and took up the gun. By her prisoner again, she went low, squatting before his head. The pistol aimed at his left temple, she fired, sending a piece of lead into his brain, putting out the lights for good!
The End
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