Lucia helplessly watched in mounting horror as the torturer standing behind her put on that large ball-shaped spiked metal glove. A long-term member of the Resort’s vacation
club, she’d experienced just about every form of torturous death imaginable, but this was something new.
I’d heard rumors about these, but mainly about the ones used anally, which mounted a massive steel dildo. This glove was different, a round steel ball covered in painfully
sharp-looking spikes. And, since the torturer was standing between my thighs, I had no illusions about where he intended to insert that diabolic instrument of gruesomely brutal torture.
Her torturer smiled with sadistic delight at the muted sounds of Lucia’s desperate screams that managed to escape around that oversized penis gag filling her mouth as he pressed
the spiked ball of his glove steadily deeper into her mutilated vagina, fisting her as the spiked ball gradually disappeared inside her.
I could feel the heated wetness of blood running down the insides of my thighs, then splashing to the torture chamber’s floor into a quickly growing pool of red. And, while the
pain was exquisite, I could already feel myself going into shock even as the torturer dramatically increased the intensity of my agonizing torment by savagely twisting that spiked
glove, further ripping my insides apart even as I died.
Enjoying the amusing way Lucia’s sexy, dying body convulsed as he twisted that spiked glove, the torturer slowly pushed that brutal glove past the torn, mutilated remnants of her
cervix and steadily deeper into her abdomen until, with his arm elbow-deep, she died with one last, surprisingly powerful, convulsion.
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