By now she knew her fate, and the horror welled up inside her to a level she could never have imagined…
Kelly bucked against the heavy leather straps that held her to the board, begging breathlessly through her tape gag as he approach slowly with the massive blade. By now she knew she was the latest victim of the BTFK Killer. She’d already been bound and tortured and fucked, repeatedly, for the past 24 hours. Was it time for his latest kill? She was nearly mad, knowing that her grasp on reality was tenuous after the unspeakable tortures she’d endured. Close to praying for a merciful death, Kelly’s eyes widened yet again as the blade glistened in the low light of the dark chamber of horrors.
He groaned with a new delight watching her hold on to the last bit of hope, pulling at her now bloody wrists and ankles, and choking on the bile welling up in her throat, freshly sore from having his massive cock deep into it. His cock stiffened further and he straddled her waist as he dragged the sharp blade across her taut, quivering abdomen, beaded with sweat. He came ferociously this time, his hot cum spurting across her tits and arcing up to her pretty, despairing face. Semen now mixed with tears, sweat, blood and urine, covering the young coed’s nubile, tanned body. Kelly made a delicious squeaking sound as his knife further sliced her tender skin before she fell back to the board, whimpering hurriedly as she fought for breath and sanity.
This was the moment he most cherished, that instant in time when he felt a connection to his victim’s terror, and when he almost felt sorrow for her impending fate. He brought his mouth to hers as he removed the gag, tasting the sweet vitality of her youth in her saliva, the heat of her panting breath that was like a glorious perfume, as unique as a fingerprint, and erotic enough to make him hard again, so soon after such an explosive orgasm.
Kelly. Bound; tortured; fucked… and…
Their eyes locked for a long time, their souls intertwined in a way no one could ever replicate. They were now one as the blade slowly began its journey to the gap between her trembling thighs. The place where he would begin to carry out the final act of enshrining her goddess-like beauty.