Sneak Charnel (17 Nov 2017)

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The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs XXL and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and perceive of self have hopelessly failed. I readied her with a cock-squeezing clam truss and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of foray encircle the altar. Letting her stew for a duo hours will afford her the chance to amuse herself by imagining how they all will be used. It was time for the trail. Eyes covered and guided by the string cleaving her cunt she is spasmed up the hill. Every step is a funk and her feet are jabbed by bristle and shale. Arriving at the grotto I truss her to a tree. Her skull fuck hole is stuffed with two shop rags and sealed with cramming tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her groans will slightly be audible over the caw of the crows. The crows are proclaiming a fresh arrival; the celebrate is at hand. Lets commence with some red life essence drawn as the whimper of the mosquito fades in an out about her head.