He spits on me this time it wasn’t his snot he spits on me but his dip. His friends laughed and I stifled a gag as he used his boot to push me around on the ground. “Listen you Trailer trash whore, clean this shit up before I fucking make you wish you were dead.” He smashed my face into the ground ordering me to clean up the dip spit with my mouth, then clean his shoes with my mouth, followed by his cock, and his ass. He kept drinking the whole time, and he did a line or two every once in a while. He had a wand to shock me with as well as a collar, a leash, nipples clamps and plenty of pent up anger. Eventually, he got so drunk while he was fucking me in the ass he broke a beer bottle on my head, making my blood pour out. I was in so much pain, felt like I was going to pass out and begging for him to show some kind of mercy but me whining only pissed him off more. He grabbed a cord and wrapped it around my neck, he was pulling me back as he fucked me, choking the life out of me and screaming at me that he told me to shut the fuck up whore. That’s the last thing I remember.
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