Women Of The WWF Snuffed
"Why?"
Pretty simple question. Maybe deserves an answer, and hey, if I'm in
the mood to talk, the cunt might just get one. Of course, when you're
doubled over in a chair with my cock in your face, it's not the most
oppurtune time to hold a fucking conversation. Like I give a fuck
whether you understand, whether you live or die.
"Because I can, you cocksucking piece of scarf-waving rape-meat!"
I think I heard that in a movie once. You know, just mere minutes ago
she was telling me to get the fuck out of her limosine and now...how
things have changed. Still wearing that nice little purple hotpants
with barely-there bra ensemble (I love personal appearences, it's so
hard to snag the right people in their dressing rooms), except now it's
been roughly torn to reveal a nice set of tits, even if I do say so
myself (and who gives a fuck what she says? Or thinks?)
Anyway, she's pretty slick on the mic but she can't wrestle for a shit,
and neither can her carpet-munching clit-licking comrades. Time to show
her what she's been missing on the road.
"You bastard!" she yells, spitting at me and missing for about the
third time. You know, when her eyes flash, she almost looks
intimidating, even tied to a fucking chair. Doesn't stop me from
winding up and drilling her with a fist to the stomach.
Time for a trademark sneer and a little bit of action movie dialogue.
"Fuck you, cunt. Make yourself useful and suck my cock!"
...not bad.
Anyway, she opens her mouth to say something else, but it doesn't
matter, because the gap is filled in a hurry by my rampaging
prick-helmet. I'll say something for Ivory, she has a nice throat.
Hot, tight, wet.
Like you need to hear a bunch of shit anyway. Here's the deal. I grab
her fucking head and shove it up and down on my cock as fast as I can.
She won't bite, because if she does, she knows what's coming- I'll
inject her fucking eyeballs with bleach until they explode. It's
amazing what a few syringes can do to motivate otherwise unwilling
participants.
The look in her eyes is classic: her expression is practically
screaming "you can't do this to me!". Terrified. Just makes me want to
fuck her skull even fucking harder, and I do. Her mouth is leaking
drool from around my prick as she struggles to breath. In to the hilt,
and all the way out, and back in again. Over and over, and fucking
over. Let her fucking choke on it, and die with my cock raping the wind
out of her soul-shattered husk of a body. After a few hard strokes, I
withdraw my saliva and mucous coated tool from her pie-hole and jam my
sweaty balls into her mouth, holding a syringe filled with diseased
urine to her right nipple to ensure the proper "co-operation".
Yeah, that's right, Diseased urine. Fuck you if you're looking for a
love story. Fuck you anyway, in fact. I don't give a fuck what anyone
thinks, I was raised on Waita-Uziga, PRED, and YU-Aoki WOrks (or however
the fuck it's spelled). That's what I'm all about. Go over the top or
go home, bitch.
So anyway, afraid that she'll be breast-feeding her firstborn with a
bacterial culture, she starts getting to work on my wet scrotum. While
she's tongue-ing the accumulated sweat off of my sack, I grab the scarf
that she always carrying around and fucking tie the fucking thing around
her neck. She looks a little pissed off.
"Fuck you, cunt!" I yell (not exactly inspired words, but they do the
job) and punch her in her fucking face so the chair tips over and she's
flat on her back on the chilly concrete of my fucking shithole of an
office.
"Pl...please..." she blubbers. Crying. Sobbing, actually. Pathetic.
The problem with working alone? Not enough fucking cum. Seriously.
Even old El Ravager here can only drop so much sludge into a hole before
the day's work is done. That's why I always back a few extra supplies.
I think you know what's coming here, but hey, maybe you'll be surprised.
So anyway, while she's dazed, I break out the Thermos jug and prepare
to do some violating. There is nothing more intricately de-humanizing
than almost drowning in the sperm of some fucking barnyard animal. See
the idea? I unty her legs, but keep her hands behind her back. She's
sorta getting her wits about her...So I flip the cunt over, grab her
fucking neon purple hot pants, and yank them down to her ankles to
reveal a sweet, tanned ass, complete with all the requisite equipment.
Not too big, not too small. Nice brown bush with a pea sized clit, like
it fucking matters. That's for her pleasure, not mine.
"Fuck!" she yelps, kicking wildly. Ooh...she's been hitting the gym
hard, nice thighs, almost kicked me away there.
"Nice try, cum dumpster!" is the only reply she gets, while I break out
the duct tape. Soon we have the legs together again and she's weeping.
Whimpering.
I stand up and grab the Thermos. "Fucking pathetic whore! You're not
even fit to suck my cock!
She's struggling now, time to plant my boot right between her fucking
labial folds and show the bitch who's boss. Winding up...and the kick!
She howls in pain, her red lipstick stretched to the max as her mouth
tries to properly express the agony of getting your pussy stomped on by
a guy who just doesn't GIVE a fuck.
"You think that fucking hurts?" I taunt, raising my voice. "I've had
enough of you're cock-teasing shit. You're going to contribute to
society now, you cunt- by swallowing a Thermos full of bull semen."
Interesting look on her face. Time to get out the syringe. Bleach?
Diseased urine? Ah...HIV infected blood! That's the ticket.
Brandishing the needle, I approach. She's trying to wriggle across the
floor. Fuck this.
I just punch her and flip her on her face. With one swift stroke, I
jam the nozzle of the cum-bottle up between her shapely ass-cheeks and
into her little brown starfish, and none to gently, either. Kneading
her ass-cheeks while she yells in pain, I can see that the contents of
the bottle are slowly draining into her lunch chamber.
"Gonna fill you up!" I sneer.
"Fuck you!" she replies. Of all the ungrateful....
I pull the nozzle out of her ass and insert my cock, seeing as how
there should be ample lubrication. If you want to talk dimensions, by
the way, yeah, I have some shit on me. 7 inches. Nothing to write home
about- but it gets the job done. Splattering cum over her back with my
free hand, I begin piledriving my ass-raping cock-rod into her tight
rectum.
Man, does she hate this. I can tell by the grunting noise she makes
whenever I hit deep and my balls ram into her pussy. Too fucking bad
for the cunt. Boo-hoo. The thermos is a little unwieldy, so I just set
it aside and start massaging the bull-cum into her back while I fuck her
ass. Her little sphincter is stretched around my cock, brimming with
the whitish-yellow bull semen, her ass-cheeks are spread apart, leaving
her most intimate orifices to be defiled by yours truly. All that and a
fucking side order of fries. Ain't that some shit!
As much as I'd like to bust my nut in her ass, there's already enough
jizz in the there to last the bitch a while, and I've got bigger fish to
fry. Grabbing the fucking scarf (you know the fucking one I'm talking
about, you've never seen the cunt I'm talking about if you haven't seen
the fucking thing), I pull back on it, stretching her body in a number
of awkward directions. Her back is really arched now, and man, I'm
really reaming her ass, too. It's getting nasty- blood, shit,
bull-cum...whatever you get when these filthy bitches don't want
themselves before you rape the souls from their bodies.
Just before busting my nut, I haul out of her ass, and punch, HARD,
right where my dick was. Presto!
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"
Guess who that was talking- you get two and the first one doesn't
count. So I start fisting her ass- spreading her puckered fuckhole more
than she'd ever dreamed possible. She's wailing like a banshee now, but
I don't give a fuck, never have, never will. Fuck her and her kind.
They can die with my cock protruding from their eye sockets.
I yank back on the scarf a little more, and she's bending at a really
unnatural angle now. My hand is up her ass to the elbow.
"I can destroy every part of you, right down to your worthless womb!" I
say, again unsure as to how many lines if plagiarising. With that, I
ram my hand as deep as it can go into her ass. She shrieks loudly, but
since there's no one here within miles it doesn't matter worth shit.
I'm getting tired of this particular diversion, so I pull my hand out
of her ass. It's covered in brownish-white gunk.
"Clean your fucking filth off of my arm, with your fucking tongue,
before I fill your tits with bleach."
Weeping, she gets right on it, licking the mixture of shit and cum from
my arm like it's fucking Haagen-Dasz. Shortly, she vomits, spraying cum
and green-orangish gruel onto the ground beneath her kneeling form.
"Fuck!" I yell. Placing my boot on top of her head, I show her
face-first into her own vomit.
"How do you like that, cunt. Taste how filthy you are. You're nothing
but a receptacle for my bodily fluids. How can you do that job if you
can't even hold your own? STUPID CUNT!
A punch on the face for good measure, and a kick to the ribs. More
vomiting. Stupid cunt. I pull her to a kneeling position. She's got
strings of crud leaking from the sides of her fucking mouth, her
lipstick obscenely smeared, bleeding from the nose. Her eyes are glazed
over...now we're getting somewhere.
Removing the scarf from around her kneck, I stuff it down her throat.
Or try to. Fabrics don't really work that well in this case. As she's
trying to spit that purple piece of shit out, I ram my throbbing
rape-meat down her windpipe as well. Now she's got a problem. As I ram
my god-fuck into her face, I'm hitting the back of her throat, lodging
her scarf fabric deeper and deeper into her esophagus. She's choking.
Good. Die!
"FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING CUNT! DIE ON MY COCK!"
As she's turning blue, I bury my cock to the hilt into her throat and
blow my load, spewing what thick, white ropes of cream into her facial
fuck-tunnel. Withdrawing quickly, I slam her face-first into her own
vomit to suffocate.
"..."
She's gone. Dead.
I loved it. Because I hate them. All of them.