Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Don't tell
Keywords: M~FF anal nc rape ws snuff

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Don't tell


So, I guess deep down you've always feared I'm still watching
you, making sure you keep quiet about what happened. I know
you're tempted to tell someone — to relieve the horrible burden
of keeping our secret. Would I know if you did? Would you feel
that same, strong hand over your mouth again one day, as you were
walking home?

So I can end your wondering right now and tell you: That is
exactly what would happen.

You'd wake up again. Let's just for argument's sake say you'd be
naked in a basement, hanging from your hands, chained over your
head. The friend you'd spilled our secret to would be there as
well. I think I'd want her tied naked to a bench on her stomach,
in front of you. And I'd be watching, undressed, holding a knife
and letting your eyes feast one more time on the large cock
you're already so intimately familiar with.

You'd realize that this time I would probably really kill you.
This time there would be no escape. Still, you'd find yourself
lubricating. Your body would try to save you the only way it
knew, preparing to please me, wouldn't it?

I'd press myself against you from behind. One of my hands would
reach between your legs, and the other would move for your tits.
My fingers would be violent. Still, you'd find yourself panting
obediently, desperate to find a way to survive. You know you're
weak. You know you'd do it.

- “Do you want me to kill the bitch...”, I'd whisper into your
ear, “...for what you told her? Do you want me to finish your
cunt friend right now, while you're watching?”

Looking into your comrade's frightened eyes, you'd know it would
be inevitable, and you'd know it would be your fault. My fingers
would work your nipple and your clit, slowly, patiently... Maybe
you'd fight the physical pleasure, hoping against hope that this
could somehow make a difference for the scared, helpless girl,
lying there as meat on a slab.

In either case, of course you'd eventually find yourself giving
in, moaning softly. Finally you'd get to love me again, the way
you know you've dreamed of.

Your friend would look back in wide-eyed disbelief at your
surrender, which would make it seem as you really didn't care
about her horrible fate. This betrayal would be your final gift
to her. I'd keep caressing you until my fingers were glistening
in cunt juices before her eyes.

The rest would happen very fast.

I would climb on top of your friend and spread her asscheeks, and
I would put my hard cock between them. Then I would hold her face
up for you to see clearly.

- “I like whores better in the ass when they die.”, I would
explain with a cruel, grunting smile.

Then, you'd see her face flinching, and she'd wail in torment as
I pressed into her helpless rectum, burying myself with force.
I'd take the knife and trace it around her back.

- “It's important to find the right spot.”, I would tell you.

Helpless tears would stream across your friend's face while I
moved the knife to a point at the center of her back.

- “Look carefully now!”, I'd say.

I'd put pressure on the knife. The blade would sink down slowly.
You would look into your friends eyes and see her staring back in
confusion. There would be dripping and splashing from the floor,
and you'd realize she was pissing herself in fear just as the
metal of the knife disappeared inside her.

Five seconds later, she would just be a dead cunt, slumped and
relaxed on the bench. I'd fuck the unresisting asshole through a
few more strokes, but then I'd stop myself before orgasm and turn
back to you.

I think you'd piss yourself too, just the way you did last time.
With liquid splashing down around your feet, streaming down your
legs, you'd understand this was your final act of submission for
me — a final cry for mercy.

I would simply roll your friend off the bench, and after her
loose limbs had tumbled down on the floor, I'd put you down on
the slab instead. You'd face up, so I could see you. I'd spread
your legs and climb on top. You'd feel me slide into your
soaking, messy cunt while I held you down. I would rape you
slowly. You'd fuck me back... You know you would...

Finally, I would speak.

- “I have to kill you today...”, I'd say. “Unless you have
someone else you've talked to... Then I'd have to kill her first
and save you until then. So what do you say?”

You'd think of another friend, dying horribly for your sins.
You'd feel an orgasm building around my cock.

You're just a walking rape hole, and you know it.

dirtywalker@gmail.com

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First published 2008 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/