Time: 34:58 minutes
Starring: Savannah
This video features: silencer shooting forced_sex begging necro_play ***** bladder_release postmortem_sex forced_bj



Savannah picked up the phone and was disgusted by what she heard on the other end. Whoever it was, he had threatened to kill and fuck her. She was shaken up, but quickly forgot about the “prank” call as she lost herself in a call from a friend. Then, after a couple glasses of wine, she was relaxed, sprawled out on the bed, fondling herself.

Soon, her fondling got more and more explicit. She pulled her panties to the side and started rubbing her pussy, slowly enhancing and intensifying her pleasure. Through her bedroom window, the man watched--waiting for the right moment to enter.

Working herself up to orgasmic intensity, her whole body trembled and shook and her moans, no-- screams of pleasure, could be heard through the walls as she had one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. Exhausted, she lie on the bed, her head and body numb with pleasure.

The man jimmied the lock on the door and crept in. He had a mask on. It would not matter, but just in case, he had one on. He approached the girl. Her eyes were closed--she was smiling and softly petting herself. He looked over her. He waited.

Suddenly, she saw him. Freaking out, she moved this way and that about the room, screaming, begging, pleading, asking why, being incoherent, sometimes all at once. He had the gun pointed at her--a silencer attached. He tracked her as she crawled off the bed, the back on, then off again. Not she stood before him, asking what he wanted. He told her, and fired his weapon.

She was defiantly not expecting to be shot--no one ever does. The small hole appeared in her left breast--a spatter of ***** sprayed up behind her. She stood--staring at him--perhaps unaware of what happened. Then she knew, and the panic started. She was numb with pain, but stood there, asking him why, why had he done this. He told her, by shooting her again. This time, through her abdomen. It was like someone punched her hard. She looked up at him, bent over, in shock. Why, why, was all she could ask. Call for help, please. He told her he could help her. He raised his gun and shot her again--this time in her right breast.

Now she could barely keep her balance. She moaned in pain and agony as she half crawled, half fell to the bed. She looked at her attacker all the while--waiting for his next move--dreading it, not understanding why he was doing this. He was keeping her alive, missing her vitals, for now. She was bleeding internally. She was dying, just not fast. She could feel it. Her circulation was slowing. She was getting cold. She sat on her bed, breathing heavily, in numbing pain, feeling her body giving in, her head grew heavy. Still, she looked up at him, she had to understand---why was he doing this, why won’t he help her.

The pain was sharp, agonizing now, the nausea was hitting her, she fell forward, but ****** herself to remain upright and conscious. Perhaps looking at him, reminding him she was a living person would save her. She was so close to him, she could feel his body heat. She looked up at him, begging with her eyes and her words. He brought the tip of the gun forward ever so slightly, letting it settle into the meat of the top of her right breast, and shot her again.

This one knocked her back. Her body spasmed and shook violently, she tried to scream, but could not--only sharp high sounds came out of her mouth. Her hands griped the bedding in fists as she shook and rocked her body. Then, her bladder released, gushing yellow piss spewed out soaking her comforter and running in floods over the edge of the bed. As he watched this, he knew it would be over soon. It was time to get what he wanted.

After she emptied her bladder and slowed down her spasming, he crawled up on the bed and pulled her up next to him. She was still coherent, despite all her wounds. She tried to move, arms flopping around, trying to speak. He did not care. He rubbed her body, up and down, feeling her warm pussy through her wet stained panties. Then he lifted her up on top of him and slipped his cock into her wet pussy and started fucking her.

He fucked the dying girl for a while, feeling her get weaker and weaker until he knew it was time to finish her. He reach around her, lining up his muzzle and shot her between the tits. She reacted with a jerk, but this time slowed quickly. He lifted her off his very erect cock and let her flop forward on the bed, ***** dripping out of her mouth. She spasmed for a while longer, then she was dead.

He slid his cock back in and fucked her dead body some more, changing positions until finally cumming all over her tummy.

Tired and knowing that it was late and no one would come, he settled in beside her for the night. The next morning, he woke up to a beautiful dead girl. She was staring blankly, just a trickle of ***** coming out of each of her 5 bullet wounds and mouth. He played with her dead body some more, squeezing her perfect tits, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Then, he pulled her panties off and rubbed his fingers right on her pussy. He was very hard, so he repositioned himself and slid his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth for a while, then decided he wanted to fuck her one more time before he left.

He repositioned her so that her head was at the foot of the bed. He pushed her legs up then slid his cock deep inside her pussy, fucking her hard until bursting all over her belly and big, bullet-riddled tits. He got up, got dresses and left, leaving her dead on the bed, ***** around the bullet holes he made in her--little trails of ***** running away from them. He got want he wanted from her--PLEASURE!!!