The Sixth Sense

To instinctively recognize the rapeworthy ones is really a sixth sense.

It's a gift. And I got it.

This one is sore, sticky and painful in her pussy.

Most likely she is impregnated too.

Lifting her legs into frogposition, to ease the pain and pressure in her streched cunt.

Her husband decided she needed some taming, and she surely got what she deserved.

She was my number 36.

She gave birth 9 months later.






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Supersluts & Superbitches: What to do with them?

So she is a superslut?

Or a superbitch?

What does she need?

She needs to be raped as raped can be.

And what should be her final defeat?

Sperminate her.

And why stop there?

Fuck her every singel day until she gives birth.

And as soon as possible after the birth, carry her away to the mattress again.

Miniskirt and no underwear forever.

Exept when inside the fuckshack; there she can be always naked.

Any man who wants her, he takes her.

Fucking is her life now.

She IS just fucking.

Forever.

And that is exactly what fate that superbitch on the photo got.

She became my seventeenth fuck and my third sexslave.








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The Sweetest Thing

One of the sweetest things in life is looking at a mother with child.

And that good and caring mum, that we all just love to see, has still often been nothing but a bitch, slut, or even whore before she got busted and sperminated.

This one on the photo was my eight fuck, and I cannot deny I acquired a taste for gingers at my seventh fuck, at bandcamp. But she really was a bitch, bigtime, and she always made everyone feel so small, made everyone feel she was just SO much better and more important than anyone.

I had her alone for just half an hour, after I roofied her drink at a private party, but that was quite enough time for me, to give her three grand salvos of sperm into her cunt. And as it showed us nine months later, my little spermies found their target.

I left her nude and spreadeagle in the bed, but not alone. A man, one bastard that I have never liked very much, he was roofied too, and I stripped the schmock buck naked, and laid him over the bitch in missionary position.

I guess he got into trouble for that one, but the important thing was: I didn't.

He served a greater purpose, and helped me getting a bitch tamed.

A tamed bitch is a proud mother.

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