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An act of joy |
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Inside her is her first boy |
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Slightly twisting the neck |
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A sapphire-coloured sharp stone for marking the throat |
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Slicing three mocking cuts of pain |
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At first she thought they were adorable |
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She kissed them back with passion and love |
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But those are vile beasts that feast on beauties |
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Far from being normal boys |
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Violent sexual behaviour |
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No pulling out before ejaculation |
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No stopping after cumming |
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Is she really thirteen? |
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Surrounding her for sodomizing |
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They piss into your vagina |
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On her clit they will feed |
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So delicious and sweet |
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Lick and kiss your little arse |
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Limestone caves darkened by the odour of filth and decay |
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Sunk in the dank air |
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Played with her underdeveloped breasts, |
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Until they became tender and weak |
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She must be thirteen |
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Her teats now swollen and hurting |
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What a whore she has been |
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After a large amount of sucking |
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Nipples carved out |
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A vampirish pack of three |
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Breastfeeding the hobbits with warm blood |
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The unwashed hands grabbing her tight twat |
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They prefer it rotten |
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They did slit her throat |
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A clean cut through |
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Coughing on her own blood |
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She will die so young |
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Let her die a woman's death |
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Wind-blasted rock formations with grey-brown walls |
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Devoid of colour |
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A brooding look and feel |
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Trapped and scared |
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Her bladder leaking and hurting |
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The spawn of the damned |
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A wind blew into the cold cave, chilling |
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She is no longer warm and wet |
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Long periods of starvation ahead |
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They will wait until their mistress is dead |
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She is depressed and dying |
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Help her! |
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Trapped and scared |
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Indeed Rape is the cruellest death |