Hotgie Killer VI
Time: 56:17 minutes
Starring: Dia Zerva
This video features: strangle_garrote unconscious beating undressing electricity hosiery forced_sex bondage forced_bj forced_anal



The district attorney was in hiding. Stuck in a hotel room, a policeman outside, waiting on food delivery, she expresses frustration to her friend on the phone. It was only a few weeks ago that her temporary secretary was attacked, kidnapped and brutally murdered. Shortly after that, some poor university girl was killed---just for publishing a story. She was a good girl. A cheerleader, an honor student. Murdered over something she had no connection to. Before that, another student was murdered at the same school and prior to that, that reporter. Of course, what started it all was the female cop---that poor poor cop. Now she was a target. But she was strong and would get through this.
A knock at the door. Ahh food--finally. But as she opened the door, her worst nightmare was realized. It was not the delivery man or the police officer. They were both likely dead, she thought, in the moments before he plowed into her, knocking her too the floor. And now, she feared, she would be dead soon too.

He was relentless, beating her to a pulp, kicking her across the floor--slamming into the fridge, dishes shattering around her. He dragged her into the bedroom. She was delirious with all the hitting.

On the bed, he tore off her business suit. She was momentarily sad, remembering it was a quality product. She would get another if she lived through this. He hit her again knocking her out. He then spent time, touching and rubbing her, looking at her pussy, fingering it. She was #6 and it was getting to the point where he was forgetting his purpose. He was almost on autopilot. An attack dog, then a lustful animal. He ravaged her, so sexy, so beautiful. He would have so much fun with her.

She woke up, sobbing and begging as he fingered her wet pussy. When he tired of this, he ball gagged her, then tied her spread eagle to the bed. He got out his favorite toy. His tazer. She saw it, know what it was instantly. She panicked, begging through her gag, pulling back from him. But. she was not going anywhere and he started working her over. She reacted intensely to each jolt, her muscles tensing, her body shaking. Ne made no sound while the shock was pulsing through her. She could not. The moment he released it, she was panting and moaning. If only she could curl up unto a ball and make this all go away. He worked her over for a while until she finally passed out.

He cut off her bra and panties. Then, he explored her body some more before flipping her over and tying her arms to her legs in sort of an easy access hogtie. No, the real hogtie--the one for the cops to find--for his legacy--would be done later. This one was for his pleasure. So, he spent a while, fingering her now very wet pussy. He fingered her and licked her until she finally woke up.

She was begging and pleading through her gag. She would tell him everything. He laughed as he held the tazer again. OF COURSE she would tell him everything. They ALWAYS told him everything. That was not the point. THIS was the point--and he started all over again. Once again, her body responded--tensing up, releasing, moaning, breathing. He did this over and over. He liked watching her shake and spasm--watching her boobs shake and the muscles in her legs twitch and convulse.

She went out again. He splashed some water in her face, abruptly waking her. She was done, spent, about to just completely detach. But, there was nothing she could do. HE was not done. HE was not going to let up. So, he tazered her some more. She desperately wanted to tell him the final persons name and so he let her. Might as well. And with that information--the potential end to his quest, he finished tazering her, then shoved his cock in her mouth.

After a bit in this awkward position, he place her on the bed in a doggy pose and rammed his cock deep into her throat. She could really take it well, slime and drool pouring out of her mouth every time he pulled out. Now, properly lubed, it was time to fuck her. And so he did, fucking her hard, hard, hard, as she moaned and cried.

But then he did something he had not done before--something new. He rolled her back--her face down, her ass in the air. It was if she knew what he wanted and she tensed up, prepping and begging him not to--but he did. He fucked her ass--sodomizing the district attorney who helped put his family in prison. He fucked her tight ass until he could not take it any more--until he shot his load up her ass. Then he shoved her off of him like garbage. She cried and cried as he left for a while.

Now, she was tied up, in a proper hogtie. This time, her hair was also tied back, pulling her head back. This was perfect, because now he wanted her to get him off again. His libido was working overtime, his lust for violence of this sort was harder and harder to maintain. He, of course, promised to let her go. She had to believe him. Why not. Either he would, or he would not. There was no risk in doing what he asked to try and live. And--that was the best part. They did their very, very best to survive and he got a fucking awesome blowjob. And, at the end of this fucking awesome, drool injected, gag heavy, throat thrusting blowjob, he let it all out in her pretty little mouth--filling her up with his hot cum. Of course, they always pushed it out and that was even better, watching his cum, HIS fluids drool out of the poor girls mouth. Priceless.

Of course, she would not live and the look in her eyes was evidence that she knew the score. But, what the hell. She had a good ride. He looped the rope around he neck and pulled. Her body tensed up. While her mind may not be in survival mode, her body was, and she shook and spasmed like crazy. Her face turned beet red, her eyes cringed, mouth twisted and veins popped out. She struggles as hard as a person could in a restrictive hogtie. When it was done, he let her slump forward, head off the bed, drool oozing out onto the carpet of the cheap hotel they were in.

He spent plenty of time untying her. He liked this process. She was quiet--well, dead. He liked the quiet and they way the warm body just did whatever he wanted. He got all the ropes off, then posed her on the bed for the cops to find. Another Hogtie Killer victim. It would be near the end, unless he could find some more on his way to California. It was a long road ahead and you never know who your gonna meet.