Peachy Keen Films-Rejected
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Runtime : 32min 19s
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Starring Tegan Mohr
Directed By John Marshal
She was once a high profile lawyer. But---that was another life.
The dude shoved her into the box, closing the door. He did not say much. One word directives. She was incensed How could he handle someone of her stature like that. To think, she was ambling outside of her shops--when the van pulled up and snatched her. WHO DID THEY THINK THEY WERE. She laid into him, assaulting him with her status.
He ambled away--great---it drowned in--he was going to go her his superiors and sort this filth out.
But when he returned he had no one....just a led manhood. He hammered her in the head. She could not believe what just happened. She was stunned, prepped to struggle thru the agony and--maybe it was a misunderstanding. But he beat her again. And again. And again.
Shocked and bewildered, she knew this was something she could not fix with her words, her looks and maybe, not even praying.
After he hammer her, blood running down from her scalp--she told her to disrobe. And, she did not want to be hammer again. So, she did.
Afterwards, he had her up on the X. He hit her there too.
And that was to be her life as she was taught.
Weeks, maybe months handed. She was not the stuffy lawyer anymore. She was the pet. A lil' dog perhaps. He came in--like he did every day--she was laying in her box, fettered. She humbly got up on all fours---that was how he wished it--aways. He banged her......his tiny pet. He poked her fine and lengthy and then, one instruction, she was on her knees, inhaling his pink cigar until she knew he was prepared and like a fine girl--a taught dame, she prayed for it--opened her facehole as he crammed it up with jism. She slobber it into her palm, then he told her to munch it. And, like many times before, she did, tonguing it all gone.
And she was rewarded. He had her crackers she so looked forth too. A handle for his taught pet.
But today was different. He gave her a note. She read it.
Her heart sank. She has been rejected. No one wants her. No one wants to buy this taught tiny fuck-a-thon victim. No one in the entire world. And, the boy will not give her away.
The knife was at her hatch as she was crying. He told her about this, lengthy, lengthy ago. She never hoped no one to want her. Never hoped to be rejected. Tears ran down.
The knife swept throughout her thru. She was bad merchandise and she was being ruined. The super-hot blood pour out of the slice to her neck, running down her front. The world began washing away. She perceived blood welling up in her jaws and let it pour out her throat.
She fell to the stiff concrete that was the floor of her cell--her home for so lengthy. She missed her penthouse in the city, her lunch appointments, her parents, her...her... The memories denigrated as her heart pumped her blood and it escaped out of her, stretching throughout the floor. Then, she was no more.
He picked up the blood wettened letter. He had typed it up earlier, wanting to cause her as much ache and sorrow before he murdered her. The filth was large, but he would hose pipe it all down the drain afterward. He left the apartment to let her proceed to bleed out. Tomorrow, there would be a fresh lady in the box.
NOTE: Joy douche footage at the end.