Do you want it delivered to your door? (Rape and abuse adult novel)

Creak! The door opened and the man was surprised by the beautiful scenery in front of him. What kind of girls were they? The older one was in front, about 24-5 years old, with long flowing hair and a tall figure. Her short suspender skirt could not hide her towering breasts and beautiful legs. Her snow-white skin exuded an irresistible glow, and her beautiful eyes looked at the man provocatively.

And the smaller one was hiding timidly! Behind the big beauty, there is a girl who is probably only 17-18 years old. When the sunlight shines on her little face, you can see fine hairs emitting golden light. Although not as sexy as the big beauty, she is as adorable as a green fruit. The man's head was so busy that he couldn't think of anything else until the beautiful woman lost her patience and tapped him on the forehead. Then he suddenly came to his senses and invited the two girls into the house.

My sister and I are not biological children, which can be seen from our appearance. My sister has an oval face, long and narrow eyes, and a kind of charming beauty. My face is a little round, a bit like a baby face, and my classmates often make fun of me by pinching my cheeks until they turn red, and they always call me "little girl". The way we met was very simple: my sister felt bored living alone, so she looked for roommates on the forum. I thought it would be more convenient since we were all girls, and I also got along well with my sister, so we hit it off. My sister was very enthusiastic in helping me move my things from the dormitory and settle them down. Later on, the two girls quickly became familiar with each other. During the day, I was dragged shopping by my sister, at night I hugged her and acted coquettishly, and we slept in the same quilt at night (haha).

As time went by, I occasionally discovered that my sister had things like ropes, and she often visited some SM and ice-love websites. At first, I was curious, so I followed her to have a look. As time went by, I was led by my sister onto the road of SM (my sister: It’s just that a little girl like you also have this hobby, you’re wrongly blaming me for burying it too deep!). We often tie each other up in various ways and leave them at home, stuffing things into each other's anus, pinching nipples and lower body! Gradually, things turned more and more violent, especially my sister, who always pretended to be a pervert and tied me up and tortured me. I couldn't get out of bed for the whole day, but it was indeed very exciting. In the end, this couldn't satisfy us anymore, so my sister decided to be more ruthless and find someone to torture us to death, in order to pursue the pleasure of the moment of death. I couldn't resist my sister's temptations several times, so I agreed with a grunt.

In the following months, my sister lingered in some hidden forums or QQ groups, trying to find a man who could fulfill her intention. It was during these few days that she told me that she had found the man. The man was very strong, and had a strong desire to torture and kill girls. He liked leaving scars on girls' snow-white skin and liked watching girls struggle and wailing. They were from the same city. Make sure to meet today to implement this decisive plan.

After being hit, the man became much more sober. He politely invited us into the house and served us tea and water. After a few pleasantries, we got down to business. When we talked about it, we found that we all had the same hobby and it was easy to communicate. We talked for a long time until the sun set, and both sides decided to start from there.

So the man went into the inner room, took out a cotton rope, and began to carefully tie up the two of us who were delivered to the slaughter. He took off his sister's skirt, leaving only her bra and panties. Her hands were tied behind her back, her calves were folded back and tied close to her thighs at the ankles and thighs, and she was put in a ball gag and a blindfold. I was watching from the side and felt very excited and nervous. What kind of experience was that?

After the man tied up my sister, he turned around and carried me to the bed, took off my clothes until I was naked. Then he put on a suspender nightgown, stuffed my panties into my mouth and sealed it with tape, pulled my hands up, and tied them to the small iron ring extending from the wall at the head of the bed. My feet were tied together at the ankles, folded backwards, and the rope was passed through the inner thighs and then tied up several times on the left and right sides. I had no choice but to kneel at the head of the bed with my hands raised high, allowing the "bad guy" to torture me. Then he went to get a box of props, put it in front of us, and asked again, "It's not too late for you to regret now. Otherwise, once he starts, no matter how painful or scary it is, you can't turn back."

My sister shook her head. I looked at her and shook my head too.

The man put down his props and kissed both of us on the face. "In that case, please don't resent me. I won't take revenge on you!"

After saying that, he picked out a pair of nipple clamps with small iron balls hanging on them, came over to pinch my little rabbits, and fiddled with the two pink nipples back and forth until they became hard. He then clamped them with the nipple clamps respectively, then smeared some cooling oil on my private parts, pinched my snow-white PP hard, and whispered softly, "I'll deal with you later."

I had no time to listen to his whisper. The cool feeling down there was really weird. It was the first time a man teased me like this and my face felt hot.

The man suddenly poked my sister's private parts with his finger. She couldn't see anything in the dark, but she was suddenly stimulated and screamed. Then the man got on the bed and hugged my sister from behind. He put his two big hands into her bra and kneaded her delicate breasts. His tongue kept lingering between my sister's ears, face, neck and shoulders. His breathing became heavier and faster. The dark cock under his crotch gradually became thicker and stronger, teasing my sister from below. My sister slowly began to moan and twisted her body to cater to the man. I looked at this obscene scene, feeling both shy and excited. I could feel my body heating up and couldn't help rubbing back and forth.

The man couldn't hold back his lust any longer, so he tore off my sister's underwear and laid her on her back, pushing her legs up and apart. His thick, dark cock penetrated her plump flesh, followed by a merciless storm of force. My sister was actually knocked unconscious by him. After the man finally woke her up, he continued to thrust violently until a thick stream of semen came out from the gap between her vagina and penis.

The man, who had just relieved some of his desire, picked up his sister from behind, held her in his arms, and took out two props from the box with his hands.

Shockingly, he actually picked up a long steel needle, and what was threaded behind it was definitely not soft silk thread, but iron wire! ! What is he going to do? Is he going to start torturing my sister?

I watched in surprise as the man rubbed my sister's right breast and squeezed it, while the shiny steel needle pierced into the side of the flat breast. My sister wailed in pain and her body twisted continuously.

But how can a girl tied up like this fight against a strong man? This action instead stimulated the man. The steel needle shuttled between the breasts, and used the steel wire to forcibly bring the pair of poor little white rabbits together. Then the man passed the extended wire through a small ring on the roof and pulled it up to fix it, pulling the two breasts longer.

After doing all this, the man looked at his sister who was sticking out her chest and moaning "Woo woo". He took off her blindfold. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. He licked her cheek with satisfaction and inserted his penis into his sister's lower body again. Oh, this time it was from behind.

This is so unexpected. What kind of brain does this man have? He actually came up with such a BT way to abuse a girl. Will he treat me like this later? Looking at my sister's painful expression and bloody chest, I was very scared, but I couldn't resist my curiosity and was tempted by this exciting scene.

I don’t know how many times he did this, but whenever my sister stopped struggling, he would insert a steel needle into her body to stimulate her to twist her body wildly.

Finally the man felt satisfied. He put his dying sister down and went to the kitchen. Before I could figure out what he was going to do, I saw him coming back with a long rolling pin.

Wow, what is this?

The man hugged his sister from behind again, untied the ball gag, turned her face up, and pried her mouth open with one hand. He took out a knife and cut off the tongue, then inserted the rolling pin into it.

The mouth that had just been untied was filled again. The cylindrical rolling pin was stuck in the throat and could not move down easily. The pain made my sister struggle frantically, but this time she could not even make a whimpering sound. As the man continued to exert force, the horrible rolling pin gradually stretched open her throat and extended downward. From outside I could see that my sister's neck was propped up by the hard object, and her body was twisting back and forth, except for her head which was tightly clamped by the man. Gradually, my sister's movements became slower and slower, and she no longer struggled so desperately. However, a lump on her stomach slowly moved down, and then down, her vagina slowly bulged, and a bunch of messy things were squeezed out with blood, and then the rolling pin that pierced through her body and was stained red with blood also came out.

He let go of the motionless girl and left her hanging by the wire on her chest. The man then used a knife to cut off the girl's feet that were tied behind her back, saying that he wanted to keep them.

After resting for a while, the man approached me. I was terrified by the tragic scene before me. I regretted my decision very much. I didn't want to be tortured to death like this. It would be too painful. I tried to shrink back, my eyes full of begging and pleading. The man grinned and said, "It's too late. This time the arrow has already left the string and there is no turning back." As he said this, he picked me up from under the armpits, buried his head in my chest, and smelled my body fragrance carefully. He took me off the hook, loosened the rope and tied me up again. The upper body is fixed with a tortoise shell tie, and the lower body is not tied for the convenience of posture.

After tearing off the last bit of clothing, the man began to explore my body with his hands and tongue, but I thought I was going to be tortured to death by him and didn't know what to do in the face of such physical stimulation.

The man left the last bit of his affection on me, gently stroking my back and licking my cheeks and neck to comfort me.

After the pain wore off, the man held me in his arms with my back to him, removed the nipple clamps, and replaced them with a blunt-tipped needle that was thicker than the one he used to stab my sister. I stabbed it hard into one side of my breast. The severe pain made me arch my body backwards desperately, and my two unrestrained legs kicked on the bed. The delicate skin could not resist the brutal iron weapon, her breasts surrendered, and the steel needle pierced her with a length of one finger joint exposed at both ends. He did the same thing to both breasts, and it hurt so much that I was sweating profusely and needed him to support me so that I wouldn't fall down.

But this was not the end. The man took out two black weights and hung them on the two breasts with wires. The steel needles prevented them from falling, but the huge weight pulled the breasts downwards. The man said that this would make us one in heaven and one in hell = =

I tied my shoulder-length hair into a hasty ponytail. Then he picked me up, made me kneel, and pulled my ponytail to prevent me from falling.

It seemed like the wire was a little long, and the weight fell on the bed when it leaned forward and didn't work. He deliberately carried me to the bed, with his knees against the edge of the bed and most of his body leaning out.

I felt something very thick and hot forcefully pushing open my honey pot and poking in. It was so long that it didn't stop until it reached my uterus. Then there was another violent storm. As the weight swung around, I felt waves of tearing pain in my chest. It was like a wall of flesh was hitting me hard from behind. I was so weak that I was like a small boat in a storm, tumbling in the turbulent waves, or like a leaf spinning violently in a tornado.

I don't know how long it was, or how many times I fainted. When I woke up again, I felt weak all over. The little rabbits on my chest had been numb for a long time, my butt was sore, my hot vagina and anus seemed to be torn apart, and sticky liquid flowed down my legs. He grabbed the two little feet and stroked his cock up and down, a BT man.

Seeing that I woke up, the man who had just released his lust on my feet tore off the tape on my mouth, pulled out my underwear, and stuffed his dick inside. The fishy smell made me want to vomit. I endured the pain until he finished and sprayed the fishy liquid into my mouth.

The man carried me horizontally to the bathroom and said he wanted to wash me, but he placed me face down in the bathtub and tied my feet to the edges of the bathtub on both sides with ropes around the bottom of the bathtub.

He turned on the tap and filled the bathtub with water in small amounts. I watched helplessly as the water approached little by little, flowing over my face, chest, stomach, and the entire bottom of the bathtub, slowly rising. Although it would not kill me immediately, it was more terrifying and torturous than being instantly fatal. I could not escape and could only wait for the inevitable death to slowly approach. He tied me up in front and back, with no way for me to leave the bathtub. I could only tilt my head back to avoid choking on the water. The water was getting more and more. At first I could still stick my head out of the water and take a breath, although I was choking on the water. But as the water level gradually rose, the pair of life-threatening weights on my chest began to take effect. They pulled me and prevented me from floating up. The water covered my head. My hope of survival was completely shattered. Holding my breath desperately only made me more miserable.

Gurgle… He couldn't help but inhale and was choked by the water. He gulped several times in panic. What happened next was even more chaotic. His disordered breathing brought more water into his lungs. His whole body twitched from the choking and fear. His violent twisting made the water splash everywhere. Even after killing two beauties, he still felt unsatisfied and fled the apartment with the recorded videos and photos. There were only two beautiful female corpses left in the room. One was pulled upright on the bed by the iron wire on her chest, with her head raised high just for the thick rolling pin to pierce through her mouth. Her lower body was covered with squeezed out internal organs and the blood-stained end of the rolling pin. The pair of feet on her calves folded back were nowhere to be found. The other was lying facedown in a bathtub filled with water, the water had been dyed red by the blood flowing from the wounds on her chest and lower body, and there were no feet at the ends of her calves tied on both sides.