Tonight, Heather wanted everything to be perfect, dressed in that erotically revealing black latex bodysuit she struggled to acclimate to her two breathtakingly oversized dildos, one stuffing her vagina, the other impossibly deep within the straining depths of her tight little ass. Pausing to pull on her matching latex gloves she reached for that bottle of latex polish to give her latex sheathed body that sexy shiny finish she so desperately desired.

Her preparations complete, Heather smiled as she admired the reflection of her gleaming black latex sheathed body. She looked so hot, so utterly desirable. Alone, in the attic of country home she’d inherited from her parents, she took a sip from her wine glass and picking up the remote, switched on the two powerful vibrators buried uncomfortably deep within her belly as she fantasized about her darkest nightmare...



She’s well into her second glass of wine and her seventh orgasm when Heather suddenly realized she wasn’t alone. Turning, she’s shocked to see him standing so close, his face concealed by a black ski mask, her eyes instinctively drawn to the gleaming blade of the knife in his leather gloved hand. Before she can scream his gloved hand covered her mouth as he roughly pushed her back against the attic wall, her half-finished glass of wine shattering on the attic floor as the razor-sharp blade of his knife slipped deep into her guts. And yet, despite the incredible overwhelming pain, her unexpected orgasm more intense than anything she’d ever imagined experiencing. She could see it in his eyes, the momentary shock as he realized the intensity of her unexpected orgasm, then that sudden look of sadistic understanding compelling him to twist the blade already deep inside her, the fresh explosion of agony within her mutilated guts, propelling her toward a second torturously surprising orgasm even more powerful than the last.

Heather could see the intense look of growing sadistic frustration in her killer’s eyes as she felt the blade of his knife roughly pulled from her belly only to orgasm again as she felt it’s cold steel blade slide painfully deep into her belly just below her sternum. She can feel the tip of the blade scraping against the vertebrae of her spine as her killer cruelly pulls the razor-sharp blade downward through her guts opening her belly from her sternum to her crotch in an agonizingly painful explosion of blood and gore. Even in her darkest masochistic nightmares she’s never imagined experiencing this much pain as she slowly sinks down to her knees in a quickly growing pool of her own blood and entrails, the two impressive sex toys still vibrating obscenely as they slide out of her open belly to lie atop the intestines piling up between her thighs. Feeling herself growing weaker by the second, his fingers painfully grasp a handful of her hair, roughly pulling her head back until their eyes meet, she so desperately wants to thank him, but as she opens her mouth to speak, all that escapes her mouth is a wet gurgling sound as the razor-sharp blade of his knife brutally slashes across her slender throat.

Watching as the final fleeting moments of Heather’s life slip away, her killer patiently waits until he’s sure she’s dead before using his knife to sever her spine cord, decapitating her to free her headless corpse to slump forward atop her slowly cooling entrails. Then, setting aside his knife, he undoes his pants, freeing his painfully throbbing erection, Heather’s mouth, still so wet and warm, so welcoming as the bulging head of his cock slides past her ruby-red lips, across her tongue and down into the tight warmth of her throat...



Heather awoke lying on the hard attic floor, the early-morning sunlight streaming in through the attic windows. Her insides ached from the strain of containing those two massive vibrators, their batteries long spent, her crotch and the insides of her thighs coated with the dried residue of her long night of sexual excess.

Her head throbbed with a painful reminder of finishing off that bottle of wine somewhere around her twentieth mind blowing orgasm. She even remembered submissively getting down on her knees and strapping her ankles tightly up against her thighs before handcuffing her wrists behind her back. The erotic sight of her reflection in the mirror, helpless on her knees that oversized rubber cock gag stifling her passionate cries as, she quickly lost count of her orgasms.

Struggling to get back on her knees, Heather managed to loosen the buckles on the leather straps pinning her ankles up against her thighs, that jaw straining cock gag impossible to remove until she went downstairs to her bedroom to retrieve the keys to her handcuffs. She was already planning her coming evening’s entertainment. Perhaps tonight she’d start out bound and gagged on her knees dressed in her favorite latex cat suit, corset and ballet boots. Oh, and a set of fresh batteries for her vibrators to help fuel her vividly masochistic imagination. What would her ruthless serial killer do with her if he discovered her waiting for him, down on her knees, submissively bound and gagged for his sadistic amusement? Heather was already dying to know...