Strange Mythbusters-2

His hot cream splashed across Kari’s pain twisted face. He was so excited he could barely aim the wild spray. His long, thick, cock and heavy load almost gave the impression of a fire hose spraying Kari’s face. She got a good mouthful of Tory’s fertile seed as well as stinging wads in both eyes and splashes across her cheeks. Tory lent forwards and pressed his cock directly into Kari’s mouth,
“Lick it all off you fucking cumrag. If I feel your teeth I’ll make you eat your nipples and clitoris.”

Terrified and completely convinced that Tory would do as he said, Kari Byron worked his shaft as best she was able with her tongue. Every thrust into her pussy felt like a knife was being stabbed up into her crotch, and it grew worst as Grant approached his climax. His face was twisted in hate to match her pain, and with Tory out the way, he mauled her breasts with his bony hands. Tory moved from her face once she’d licked his erection clean, and watched Grant finish up.
“Fucking teasing whore! See how smart you are now, Kari!”

Grant jammed his cock deep into Kari and let her have his load. Her already sore, torn-up, cunt stung with the semen fired into inside her. He gave Kari his entire load inside, showing her for the worthless sperm receptacle she was. His fingernails left marks on her breasts before he pulled out. He wanted to degrade Kari as much as possible, and knelt over her face.
“Lick my fucking asshole, slut! Use your tongue!”

Terrified, Kari complied and started rimming Grant’s ass. He slowly jerked his bloodsmeared cock, and enjoyed the pleasurable feelings brought by the tease to his butt. Tory didn’t give Kari a moment to rest, quickly replacing Grant between Kari’s legs. Her eyes widened as Tory’s great log of a cock pressed between her shaven lips. It felt like she was a virgin again as he pressed into her, hitting her cervix with most of his cock still outside.

Tory fucked her cunt slowly at first, enjoying the partially lubricated pleasure more than Kari’s suffering. Then, with all his strength, he tore her tiny cervical hole open enough to press his cock into her womb. Kari screamed in true agony as Tory busted her womb and then brutally ****d her with hard punishing jabs. She tried to pass out, but couldn’t, and had to take each agonising stroke until he pulled suddenly free, and jerked off over her quivering belly.

So it continued. They shared Kari’s asshole, Grant forcing his way in to her anus first as Kari screamed, and then Tory pressing his thick cock in alongside. Kari’s ass was stretched wide as the two cocks moved in her rectum. She finally did pass out before her insides received another coating of r****ts’ spunk, but they brought her back round before making her lick them clean again.

After two hours of riding Kari Byron, both together and individually, Grant and Tory were exhausted and in possession of a lot of smoking hot footage. Their own cocks were sore and still semi erect as they prepared for the final part of their plan; the ultimate testing of a myth. They left Kari sobbing on the floor as they prepared a chopping block before the cameras. They wanted as many angle shots a they could get besides the main camera.

Grant unlocked the cuffs on Kari’s wrists. Torn skin testified how hard and futilely the brutally ****d redhead had struggled for freedom. She was no longer struggling by then and had seemed almost catatonic for the last half hour of the ****. Tory took a handful of Kari’s air and dragged her across the build shop floor to the chopping block. He pressed her neck into the slight indent in the middle, and then secured a leather strap snuggly across the back – after making sure her hair was as much out of the way and too the side as possible. He hackled her wrists to the side of the chopping block so that with the sheer weight of it, she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. Finally, he positioned a smaller block under her belly, to keep her on her knees throughout the decapitation.

Grant finished up positioning cameras to the rear. They had an excellent angle on her bruised buttocks, and the streams of bloody semen leaking from her torn anus and gaping cunt. He was panting lightly as he walked up behind her and drew back his booted foot for a kick. There was a sickening squelch, rather than a thud, as Grant’s boot slammed into Kari’s shaven cunt. bloody semen squirted out around the toe, but the kick had the desired effect.

Kari’s head shot up as much as it was able from the block and a raw scream of agony burst hoarsely from her lungs. She was back with them for the final indignity. New tears smeared through the cum on her face as she took in her position on the chopping block. The bastards were really going to do it. Though her whole body ached or worse, though she’d been ****d and degraded, she still wanted to live.
Grant pulled out the samurai sword from the “slicing a gun barrel in two” myth.

He made a point of showing her the blade as he slowly unsheathed it. Kari saw her reflection in the blade, barely recognizable but for her hair. Tory gave a quick presentational speech to the camera about the Myth they were testing and what they hoped to prove – before adding he doubted the footage would go public.

Grant raised the sword high above his head, pausing as Tory moved out of the way of the camera views. They both hoped it was sharp enough to sever Kari’s head in one swing, given that Grant wasn’t especially strong.
Kari screamed, her eyes open wide in terror, “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE NOOOOOOOOOO-”
Her last unmemorable words mixed with the almost silent swish of the sword as Grant brought it down next to the leather strap. The blow was perfect, slicing neatly between the vertebrae of her spine and cutting a disk in two. The sword continued unimpeded through thick-corded muscle, veins and arteries along with Kari’s larynx to embed in the solid wood of the chopping block. Kari’s severed head dropped forward and thumped across the floor, her mouth open in a soundless final scream.

Fingers twitched against the wood of the chopping block as Kari’s heart pumped blood in great gouts from her neck. Her muscle control gone, Kari’s bladder voided messily onto the shop floor to form a small pool of piss. The cameras caught it all, but neither Tory nor Grant noticed. Grant left the sword embedded in the block as Tory lent down and picked up Kari’s severed head by her long red hair.
“Hey Kari, blink if you can hear me.

He spun her head around to face the main camera. Kari’s eyes were still open wide, but blank and lifeless. Grant stepped up and slapped her cum-smeared face, hard. There was perhaps the slightest flicker in Kari’s eyelids. blood dripped from the stump of her neck to stain the floor, but it seemed the myth had been proven false. They gave another speech to the Camera, twisting and turning Kari’s head like a prop until they were done.
The last shot was of Kari’s severed head next to a “Myth Busted” sign.