extreme rape

The Real Thing

I have seen the real thing. In it was a small girl, thin and bony being pummeled to death by a large Mexican man in a shack or possibly a basement. She had wispy blond hair and really white skin. The bruises that formed on her body contrasted greatly with her skin kinda like purple flowers blooming all over. Her teeth were knocked out and her mouth became a bloody maw of torn flesh and gums. Her eyes became swollen to the point where she looked almost alien. She screamed until her voice was a whisper although she was choking on vomit and blood to the point that it no longer mattered. Where ever they were it must have been in the middle of nowhere, because for a while her screaming was so loud it started to register simply as a loud reverberation on the audio or the room was incredibly sound proof. Eventually, the man’s blows started to break her bones in her chest, arms, legs, and face. The sickly crunching sound of bones breaking became a surreal instrumental to her wheezing and moaning. Every now and then the silent man would grab her head and thrust it toward the camera as if to say, "Here. This is what you want, isn’t it?" I thought the girl was dead until the camera zoomed in showing her chest slowly rising and falling. The large man (and I say large because the only comparison I had was the girl) raised his boot over the girl’s chest and then ground it down into her eventually putting all of his weight onto her broken ribs crushing her bones into her organs. He reached down and twisted her nose until it broke into three distinct pieces. The man stood up then slammed his foot down onto her slightly open jaw not only dislocating it, but also shattering it into a couple of pieces. Her tongue lolled out like a thick worm, and I thought to myself, "So that’s what the real thing is like." However, of course you probably have guessed…this was only the beginning.

The Mexi unzipped his trousers and pulled out his large uncut cock which was pulsating at this point. Like an Anaconda’s head probing a dark hole he slid it into her broken mouth. I kept wondering whether or not the shattered teeth would scrape him, but even if they did he was clearly enjoying the moment. Once he was deep enough the Mexi began to throat fuck her ferociously. It was so intense it was hard to tell whether she was still alive and vomiting or he was simply rooting out the blood and vomit clogging her throat. Either way he grunted then pulled out squirting his cum onto her face right into her half open eyes of which only the whites were visible at this point. The large Mexi stepped out of frame to retrieve what looked like a Bowie knife once he stepped back into frame. To my astonishment the girl rolled slightly to her side and was puking up the blood and cum. It was coming through not only her mouth but also her nose. It was weird cause she didn’t try to wipe her eyes or anything, her head just kinda trembled as she retched. The Mexi watched her with probably as much surprise as I was, but then suddenly he thrust the knife into her chest. She spasmed, spitting filth into his face which instead of pissing him off seemed to please him because he smiled and licked his lips. He put his heel onto her shoulder and ripped the blade down opening up a black hole into her chest. A moment later, blood poured out drenching his face as he leaned in close pulling the wound open even wider. He reached underneath her rib cage which was clearly visible at this point and started to pull out her organs. His hands covered in viscera he would tug on his once again engorged cock readying it for what ever would lie next.

Holding the knife in one hand, he grasped the girl by her shoulders and rolled her remains on top of himself. For a moment, he lied on his back with her lying on top of him. Then, his arm started to move below her and next thing I know the knife was cutting through the flesh of her back from the inside. The Mexi was thrusting his tongue into her mouth like a passionate lover would as he worked the knife through her back. His other hand slid out of one of the cuts and started to grab flaps of skin pulling and tearing or just holding it so he could cut it off with the Bowie knife. Once her spine was exposed, his fingers massaged seemingly every vertebrae almost like he was playing a macabre instrument. Through another hole in her back his cock rhythmically pumped in and out. This time he came an even more copious amount of seed, like a mad sprinkler his cock coated her buttocks and back with cum. He repositioned her so that they were in profile for the camera yet still in the same position. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and then bit down thrashing his head backwards as he pulled it out further then bit it off completely and chewed on it. His tongue licked in and out of the wounds on her face sucking in her teeth which sat in them like pearls in a broken shell. He would spit them out like hayseeds then continue to lick her face even her nostrils which made me queasy when his lips covered them and he slurped, hard, gulping down the vile contents. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed one of her incredibly swollen eyes into his mouth. He rolled his lips back, exposing his teeth then slowly bit down into her flesh. Eventually, the pressure was too much and the clotted blood burst forth into his mouth. Once the bleeding subsided, I could see her eye once again staring blankly into nothingness. His tongue explored the surface of her eyeball, but he seemingly chose to leave it intact. I guess he liked the idea of her watching him destroy her even in death. Suffice it to say, he did this with the other swollen eye, too.

The Mexi rolled her onto her back and then cradled her as if they were two lovers sharing a tender moment during a night of love making under a star kissed sky. Regaining his stamina, the Mexi finally stood up and while holding the Bowie knife in one hand circled the corpse. He grabbed her head and then decapitated her. He sliced off her nipples then both dugs. He stabbed her pubic mound so many times when he was finished you couldn’t even tell whether she shaved or not (which she didn’t.) After the man cut off her limbs…once he was left with a pile of fleshly ruins he spit into his hand and rubbed off another orgasm, every now and then reaching down with his free hand grasping a handful of bloody tissue massaging his balls and the base of his cock with it. The last orgasm having been achieved in the privacy of her asshole, an almost tender final moment between two passing strangers who became lovers one star kissed night. The man rose. Standing amidst the carnage he looked down ruefully upon his work. The Mexi looked up momentarily, then the scene cut to black then to blue. I was left sitting there watching a blue screen listening to my own breathing and thinking one simple thought…in the end, what was he feeling as he stood drenched in the ruins of another human being?