Strange Mythbusters-1

“Let me go you filthy bastards!” Kari managed, the pain evident in her voice.
“Come on Kari, that’s not very professional – we need you to test this decapitation myth – in a couple of hours.”
“That’s right – the little d**gs cocktail we had mixed up for us will mean we won’t go soft until then – can you guess what we’re going to do to you in the meantime?”
“You fucking bastards, don’t do this to me!”
“Hey, beg all you want, bitch. Just going to make us fuck you harder!”

Grant tugged Kari’s boots off and put them neatly to one side. She couldn’t kick properly with Tory on her back, and there was no way for her to stop him from tugging down her lace and tartan skirt. Grant gasped to see that she wore no panties over her shaved bare pussy – she really was a slut after all. The bruising across her pert buttocks really turned him on, and he slapped them hard four or five times to hear Kari yelp.

Tory kept his weight on Kari’s back, but leaned for a knife he’d duct taped under a table and out of sight. He used the blade to cut Kari’s white top off, along with her bra. He left the choker collar she wore – it was suitable for the fucktoy role she was briefly to serve. He taped the knife carefully back under the table as Kari cursed them both through her tears and yelps. Tori shifted his weight so they could twist Kari onto her back until he sat on her wounded abs. He spat on her face, symbolizing his contempt for a slut who got ahead by her body.