letvor's Cave

[letvor]

A short story inspired by a great song. I suggest you read the entire text.

I met this girl online. She was one of those newbie whores who cheat on OnlyFans with every possible dating app to sell a few more photos or shoot custom clips—basically, to avoid letting her online pimp take 20% of her earnings.
She was honest and admitted that inserting glass bottles into bodily openings wasn’t something she had ever done before. We managed to arrange a photo gallery featuring a 0.25L Heineken beer bottle. The result was excellent, and the tip was enough to grease the wheels for her next gallery, where she used a 0.35L Corona Extra bottle.



She refused the 750ml Johnnie Walker (Red Label)—probably because of the bottle’s unusual shape—but she promised to contact me in the near future. That message could only mean one thing—she’d gotten herself a bucket of lube, downed some whiskey, and started practicing.
About ten days later, the desired photo gallery arrived in my inbox, and we hadn’t even discussed the price. I rewarded her generously again, and she suggested a new photo set with a 1L bottle.

I accepted her offer and added:
“I’d like this to be a private show—just the two of us.”

From the time it took her to respond and the extended "typing…" notification on the screen, it was clear she was hesitating. I knew I had earned a certain level of trust by now, and I also knew that photos and videos weren’t her only sources of income. In the end, she agreed—on the condition that we meet in a public place.

We had a drink, got into the car, and drove to a secluded house in a suburban neighborhood—rented specifically for the occasion.

“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed,” I said, checking whether the camera on the tripod was properly adjusted.
“I didn’t agree to this,” she protested when she noticed the four ropes tied to the bed frame.
“I didn’t think that would be a problem…” I replied without taking my eyes off the camera display—pretending to press a few buttons. “You’re a professional, after all… But if it bothers you, we can skip that part…” I made sure my tone was just right—teasing, coaxing her to continue our more-than-generous collaboration.

“But how am I supposed to hold the bottle…?” she asked, confused, clenching and unclenching her bound fists while shifting her feet side to side.
“Oh,” I chuckled, tapping the laptop connected to a screen she could see. “That part’s my job.”
Music started playing from the speakers. As the girl recognized the title (Broken Bottle Rape), she realized what was coming—and began to cry. I don’t even think she registered the moment I grabbed the glass bottle by the neck and smashed it against the edge of the metal table.

Six Feet Under - Broken Bottle Rape
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxOnyNPo-uk

Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Six-feet-under-broke ... ape-lyrics

[letvor]

A friend recommended this series to me, and I can tell you it's amazing! I almost died laughing by the second minute of the first episode.

[letvor]

Happy March 8th, dear women. I hope you'll all end up as the lady in the GIF.

[letvor]

New movie is available!
Shame Is Pleasure

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This whore is a real refreshment (I’m not saying she’s a beauty, but at least she doesn’t give me nightmares). The last few girls were so awful that I had to look away from the screen a couple of times.

I think it wouldn’t be a waste to turn this whore into a real drum set—she’s not good for anything else anyway! Skin her alive boys!



Bootleg quoting Dee Clark (00:46:40)? I almost passed out from laughing when I heard that! I expected Mr. Bootleg to listen to those dirty hillbilly whiskey bands whose members can’t tell the difference between their sisters and sheep in the barn, let alone the bedroom!

Bootleg’s musical taste really surprised me.

Dee Clark - Raindrops
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUnwOwz6OvQ

[letvor]

(Gary Ridgway strangled his victims, usually by hand but sometimes using ligatures.)



Source: FacialAbuse - Borderline Retarded

[letvor]

Gary Ridgway was born on February 18, 1949, and his childhood promised from the very beginning that Gary would become a person worthy of our attention.



His mother was very strict and regularly physically punished Gary and his brother. Gary later admitted that he was sexually attracted to his mother and often fantasized about killing her.

As a teenager, Gary had a problem with bedwetting at night. Mom would then take him to the bathtub and bathe him - especially washing his genitals.



Change my diapers mommy. Then beat me. You can also fuck me with a strap-on dildo. Then show me how you used to breastfeed me.

Tomorrow I'm going to set my neighbor's shed on fire.
I'm going to kill our dog the day after tomorrow.
I'm going to spy on the girls in the locker room the day after tomorrow.
And after all that, I'm going to rape and strangle one of those girls.

I think that proper upbringing of a child is very important.

Gary got girls the easy way - he picked them up off the street. After, and sometimes before, sex, he strangled them - usually with his hands, and sometimes he also used a rope. He threw corpses into the Green River, which is why he got his nickname.

It wasn't often enough for Gary to just kill a girl, no - he often mutilated and disfigured them after death. He not only raped the corpses while they were fresh, but also visited the bodies in advanced stages of decomposition - also sexually abusing them.



It is not enough to kill a girl - she must be killed again after death. Her hair must be burned, her body thrown into the mud and her body left to the flies and rats. After all this, she must be raped again and her body scattered to the four corners of the world.

I am getting a little carried away, forgive me - let's get back to the topic now.


It is interesting to note that the famous Ted Bundy participated in the investigation. He gave advice and helped investigators understand the killer's mindset; that is, he helped them get into his head in order to catch him.

I believe that Ted did this out of jealousy. That is, because he was afraid that some other serial killer would become bigger, better and more famous than him.

Before this post threatens to become Anna Karenina (I find the thought of a beautiful girl committing suicide very exciting, but not necessarily throwing herself in front of a train. God, that's so unimaginative - totally unsexy) - it's time to bring Gary's story to a close.

I think it's undeniable that Gary Gidgway has had a major impact on the genres we watch with so much excitement. Strangling nearly fifty women, raping dozens of corpses... Well, those are Andersen's fairy tales for every tortured mind!

This time I'm not inserting additional photos because I believe that by now all you nasty perverts are as horny as I am. Admit it!

I GOT TO KILL HER!



Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Ridgway#
Documentary: https://youtu.be/hTt9ASYpy_I?t=1

[letvor]

This is Molly, the daughter of Elizabeth Kendall, Ted Bundy’s longtime girlfriend. Molly recalls how she used to play hide-and-seek with Ted.


Source: Ted Bundy: Falling For a Killer S01 E02

Molly, Molly, if you had been the age then that you are now—I’m certain you wouldn’t be in this world anymore.

[letvor]

This video is proof that a pussy is not just a hole for fucking — this pussy is trying to communicate. The only thing it’s missing is vocal cords.

[letvor]

I've already recommended this band before, but now I have to do it again because the cover of their new album is straight-up sexy!



I see two possible scenarios here:

1) The gentleman in the photo kidnaps women, rapes them in his basement until they get pregnant. After that, he keeps them as sexual playthings until childbirth, and it's pretty clear what happens next.

2) The gentleman in the photo kidnaps pregnant women because he's a scientist researching the connection between mother and child through the umbilical cord. The question he wants to answer is: Does the mother feel physical discomfort if her newborn is bludgeoned to death with a hammer while still connected to her?

Do you have any theories of your own?

Guttural Disgorge - Inhumane Perversion
https://youtu.be/uOFQl3h8Ydc

[letvor]

I took this photo in one of the Booking apartments I had stayed in.

“This place was supposed to be empty,” I said, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Leave me alone and don’t try to stop me!” a distressed female voice cried from the other side.

“There must be some mistake,” I continued, checking my Booking app again. “I have a reservation for today and—”

“I don’t care about your reservation. Just go away.”

“Miss,” I sighed deeply, feeling frustrated. “I traveled all night, and I just want to get some sleep.”

“I’ll do it! I swear I will!” her voice broke with emotion, full of tears and stress.

“I’m calling the apartment owner,” I responded, already looking for the number.

“Don’t.” Her tone suddenly calmed. “Open the door. It’s unlocked.”

I had no way of knowing what awaited me on the other side, but curiosity got the better of me. My mind raced through a hundred different scenarios, none of which I liked. But I reached for the doorknob anyway.

“You don’t want to do this,” I said, raising my hands slightly in surrender as I found myself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Yes, I do,” she answered firmly. She was sitting in the bathtub with no water in it. She was beautiful, wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt. Her makeup was smudged with tears, and her hand trembled as she held the weapon.

“You don’t want to shoot me,” I observed, noticing the lipstick smears on the gun’s barrel and around her lips—suggesting only one possible conclusion.

“That…” She hesitated, a small, confused smile flickering across her face. “That’s true, but I have to.”

"You'll only attract attention that way," I replied, not without fear of being killed. "and the question is whether under so much stress you will have the strength to..." with my right hand I simulated firing the gun towards my own mouth.

"How? How do you know that..." she looked surprised, and I didn't want to explain it to her.

"Let's help each other." I started the same way I would address jurors who need to be convinced that my client did not rape ten teenage girls. "I won't try to stop you, and you'll let me stay here and watch."

"Are you a pervert?" she asked lowering her weapon. "Your dick is up." she smiled - quite proud to have stiffened someone's dick without touching it.

"When you do that, I'll cum on your face or..." I got confused because it was clear that then there wouldn't be much left of her face.

"I want you to have a memory of this day." she said. "Take a picture of me now and promise you won’t take one after…"

I did as she asked and promised to respect her wish.



"Tell me when you're ready to cum." I think she reflexively licked her lips when I took my dick out. "I want us to be in sync."

I never found out what her story was or what made her do what she did, or why she agreed to this little, last game in her life. But it was the best cum of my life even though the girl squeezed the trigger fifteen seconds before I was ready to cum.