“Please…..” Amy said weakly looking back at her ex-husband. The man that she’d loved with all of her heart, the man who’d betrayed her then murdered her unborn children, before throwing her down the stairs. He slowly walked back around behind her. Amy’s legs were bound to the table legs so she couldn’t move or escape the constant, relentless vibrations. Had it not been for her almost dying she would’ve long gone over the edge again. Instead she began to feel device doing it’s job, the sensation felt even more intense after her ex-husband’s cum had leaked over it, coating the vibrating ball as it rattled her sensitive clit. Amy felt her ex-husband grab her hips again, jamming his cock into her sopping cunt once again. He again started pounding away at his helpless ex-wife, tugging firmly on her hair forcing her to stare at her friend, who appeared to be going into shock. “I’ll do anything you want….I swear. Please just stop hurting him.” Amy begged breathlessly, the vibrator bringing her to the edge of orgasm yet again. Unfortunately for her, there was nothing at all she could do. She knew her ex wouldn’t release the man that she’d “cheated” on him with. As much as she hated to admit it, somewhere deep down, she knew he was going to die and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. She knew that she couldn’t hold out for two hours minimum. Not with this torture device pressed against her clit. A light moan escaped Amy’s lips as her body again started to shake. Her friend stared at her pleadingly, as though begging for her to hold off, but she couldn’t and she knew it. She could feel her ex-husband’s cock expanding inside of her, adding just enough sensation to push her over the edge yet again. Amy cried out in sorrow and pleasure as she felt her ex-husband’s cum erupt inside of her. She screamed and cried helplessly as her body shuttered in ecstasy. She closed her eyes, but she could hear her friend screaming as the blade cut into his left leg. She could hear the sickening crack of the blade hitting the bone, before the other leg was finally severed.
“Two down, two to go.” her ex smiled. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.” He said, his cock still rock hard. He quickly started back, pounding Amy harder than he’d ever pounded her when they were married. He pulled on her hair so hard it felt like he would break her neck as he pulled her body into his thrust.
“This little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home…” the scarred mexican man taunts as he plays with the toes on the man’s severed leg.
“You’re fucking sick. I swear I’m going to fucking kill you!” Amy said, frustratedly pounding on the table, trying to focus on anything else but her oncoming orgasm. Amy was a very orgasmic woman. She could cum only minutes after she’d just cum. Normally this was a blessing for Amy, making sex very enjoyable in most cases. But not this time. Instead her body was betraying her and her friend, almost on the edge of orgasm again, less than a minute after she’d just cum.
“That’s my little slut wife. Keep on cumming, I’m going to have my friend there cut him to ribbons.” He looked up toward the scarred mexican with the machete. “Take his fingers next. One at a time. I want to make this last for her.” He said as Amy’s body again erupted in orgasm spasming enough to push his cock out of her. This time there was no sound of bone splintering, just a quick chop and the flash of a lighter as the wound was burned closed.
“STOPPIT! PLEASE STOPPIT….”Amy manages to mutter out as she tried to catch her breath. Her head was spinning, her heart broken by what they were doing to her friend as her body continued to betray that friend, almost cumming with a abandon. Within two minutes he’d lost all of the fingers on his left hand. The drugs they gave him ensured that he’d be awake for the entire process.
Her ex-husband continued raping her. Amy’s body shuddered uncontrollably as waves of orgasms continued to wash over her body. She watched on helplessly as her friend was chopped up by the scarred mexican. Finally only the man’s head remained. “Grab the kiddy pool from upstairs.” her asked. The goateed mexican started up the stairs. Her ex-husband had a cruel glint in his eye. A few moments later he returned from upstairs with a small plastic kiddy pool. Amy’s ex-husband pulled the vibrator from the near unconscious, cum drunk Amy. Her body trembled uncontrollably, as liquid freely poured from her clutching cunt. He stared impatiently at the woman he once called his wife, waiting for her to recover from her blissful stupor. After nearly twenty minutes Amy was able to pull herself together. “I forgot how much of a whore you really were. What kind of woman can cum watching her friend get dismembered. You really are one sick piece of shit.” he continued. “There’s no way I’d ever let a worthless piece of dog shit like you every come near my children.”
“FUCK YOU!!!” Amy suddenly screamed out. “You’re never going to get my fucking kids! You hear me! Never! I don’t care what you do to me!” Amy raged. Any man who would do this to another human being, would do this to a woman that he claimed to love was easily capable of doing to her children what her father had done to her and worse.
“What about his kids.” her ex says looking down at the trunk that was her friend. “He’ll never hold his children again. He’ll never run or jump or play with his children at all and it’s all because of you. You’re the one who cheated on me with him. You’re the one who couldn’t control her whorish tendencies enough to keep from cumming, even though you knew what would happen if you did.” He looks over at his ex-wife’s adulterer. “Look at what you did to him!” He says as the large black man pics him up around the waist. All of the fire drained from Amy as she gazed upon the tattered trunk of her friend. “You did this. This is your fault.” He says, smiling. Amy hears the hose turn back on and sees the thin bald black guy filling the pool. Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. The large black guy carried her friend to the pool.
“Please…please don’t. I’m sorry!” the man cried, as his body was tossed into the pool, the water slowly raised up just enough so that his nose was sticking above the water level.
“You should’ve thought about sorry when you had your dick in my wife.” Amy’s ex-husband said bitterly, nodding to the thin bald black guy to continue filling the pool. The water slowly raised over his head. The scared mexican unbound Amy’s legs from the table. She rushed to try and save her friend, but her legs immediately gave way, her body literally in knots from all the orgasms. She crawled towards the pool desperate to do whatever she could to save him. She felt herself being lifted off the ground, her arms held behind her back. She was dragged to the pool. The scarred mexican switched his grip to almost a full nelson like hold, forcing her to look down and watch as her friend struggled helplessly in the pool, bucking his torso as much as he could, trying unsuccessfully to keep his head above water. Amy’s heart slowly began to break, her ex-husband had won. He had just taken everything from her. She had nothing left to give.
“I’m sooo sorry.” Amy softly wept. There was nothing she could do. Nothing she could say to help or save her friend. Even if her ex-husband had spared his life, he would never be the same. Never live a normal life. She cried even more when she realized she’d never live a normal life either. Even if she did somehow escape, she’d never be free of this nightmare. She closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from from the sight of her friends last moments. She tried to remember him as he was before, but only visions of him being dismembered came to her head. Her legs collapsed and the scarred mexican let her fall to the floor. Her ex-husband slowly walked over to her as she sat on the floor crying, Amy’s heart shattered. He knelt down infront of her.
“Are you hungry?” Despite the torment and torture she’d just witnessed, her body ached from hunger. She didn’t know how long it had been since she’d eaten but it had been quite some time. Atleast several days. He slowly stood up, tense, almost expecting her to attack him. But her fight died with her friend. She nodded her head, not looking up at him. “Alright. I’ll bring you something. You better not pull a stunt like you did this morning or I’ll have to find someone else to make pay.” He said standing up to walk away. Infuriated, Amy’s blood boiled, like taking him away from her wasn’t enough. That he’d even threaten the only people she had left. Her children and her uncle. Amy snapped, she attempted to tackle him, but her legs collapsed. The scarred mexican man standing behind her quickly grabbed her up by the hair and flung her to the ground.
“You haven’t had enough yet bitch!” he screamed, stomping her in the stomach. Amy’s broken body folded like an accordion as she sat up. He quickly kicked her in the face. Blood splattered from her broken nose as she impacted the ground. Amy could barely see straight as she felt the weight of the scarred mexican land on her chest, knocking the wind from her battered body.
He slowly lowered his face over hers, staring her right in the eyes. Inches away was the man who’d murdered her friend. The man who’d brutilized her. For the first time, she had a chance to take out her frustration, her rage on someone. Amy lunged forward with her mouth, biting his nose violently. He tried to pull away but her bite was too strong. He screamed as Amy bit deeper into his nose before she felt the satisfying crunch of her teeth biting through the cartilage of his nose. She pulled away, tearing a large chunk of his nose off. The others quickly moved to rescue their friend from the assault. Amy felt hands grab her, but instead of trying to fight them off, she lounged forward with her hand in a claw, violently raking her fingernails across the right eye of the scarred, bleeding mexican. Amy let out a bestial scream as she slashed him across the eye, fluid leaked from his damaged eye as he finally managed to escape the enraged beast that was Amy. She continued slashing and clawing at him as the others pulled her away. Her ex-husband, enraged as well, but secure in the fact that the others were holding her, rushed over to her. He was holding a knife, an exact replica of the one her father had stabbed her with so long ago. Amy could see murder in his eyes. The same look her father had when he stabbed her. Suddenly the enraged woman was a scared little girl, helpless in the face of a crazed man.
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