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The door creaked open, and the sight before him startled the man. What two girls! The older one, around 24 or 25, was in front, with flowing long hair and a tall, slender figure. Her short, strappy dress couldn't conceal her high breasts and shapely legs, and her snow-white skin radiated an irresistible glow. Her beautiful eyes looked at the man defiantly.

The younger one, probably only 17 or 18, timidly hid behind the older beauty. Sunlight shone on her small face, revealing fine, golden downy hairs. Though not as sensual as the older woman, she possessed a youthful, innocent charm. The man's mind, already racing, couldn't process anything else until the older woman lost patience and tapped his forehead, snapping him back to reality and inviting the two girls inside.

My sister and I aren't biologically related; you can tell just by looking at us. She has an oval face, long, narrow eyes, and a captivating beauty. I have a slightly rounder, baby-faced look, and my classmates often tease me by pinching my cheeks until they turn bright red, always calling me "little girl." How we met was simple: my sister felt bored living alone, so she looked for roommates on a forum. I figured it would be easier since we were both girls, and we got along well, so it was a perfect match. She kindly helped me move my things from my dorm and set me up. After that, the two of us chatted away and quickly became close. During the day, she'd drag me shopping, and at night I'd cuddle with her and even sleep with her (haha).

As time went on, I occasionally noticed she had ropes and similar items, and she frequently visited SM and BDSM websites. At first, I was just curious and started watching, but eventually, she led me down the SM path (Sister: "You little brat, you have this hobby too! Don't blame me for keeping it hidden!"). We often tied each other up in all sorts of ways and left us at home, stuffing things into each other's anuses, pinching nipples, and doing other things to our genitals! Gradually, it escalated to violence, especially since my sister would often pretend to be a rapist, binding and torturing me until I couldn't get out of bed all day, although it was indeed quite exciting. Eventually, even this wasn't enough to satisfy us, so my sister decided to go all out and find someone to actually torture us to death, seeking the thrill of that moment of death. I couldn't resist her temptations several times and reluctantly agreed.

For the next few months, my sister frequented some hidden forums, online communities, and QQ groups, trying to find a man who could fulfill her desires. Just these past few days, she told me she'd found one. The man was very strong, had a strong desire to torture and kill girls, liked leaving marks on girls' fair skin, and enjoyed watching girls struggle and scream. He even lived in the same city. We arranged to meet today to carry out this resolute plan.

After being struck, the man seemed much more sober and politely invited us into his house, offering us tea and water. After a few pleasantries, we got down to business. We discovered we shared the same hobby, making it easy to connect, and we talked for quite some time until sunset, when we both decided to begin.

The man then went into the inner room, retrieved cotton rope, and began meticulously binding us two lambs to the slaughter. He removed my sister's skirt, leaving her only in her bra and panties, bound her hands tightly behind her back, tied her legs back close to her thighs at the ankles and groin, gagged her, and blindfolded her. I watched, feeling both excited and nervous, wondering what kind of experience it would be. After

binding my sister, the man turned and carried me to the bed, stripping me naked, then putting on a slip dress, stuffing my panties into my mouth and sealing it with tape, pulling my hands up and tying them to a small metal ring protruding from the wall at the head of the bed. My legs were tied together at the ankles, then bent backwards, the rope was pulled through the inner thighs and wrapped around to the left and right several times before being tied up. I was forced to kneel at the head of the bed with my hands raised, at the mercy of the "bad guy." He then retrieved a box of props, placed it in front of us, and asked again, "If you regret it now, it's not too late. Otherwise, once he starts, no matter how painful or terrifying it is, there's no going back."

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

The man put down the props and kissed both of us on the cheek. "Since that's the case, don't blame me,

you two. I won't seek revenge on you on the road to the underworld!" He then picked out a pair of nipple clamps with small iron balls attached, pinched my breasts, and flicked my pink nipples back and forth until they were erect. He then clamped them with the nipple clamps, applied some mentholatum to my private parts, pinched my white buttocks hard, and whispered, "I'll deal with you later."

I couldn't pay attention to his whispers; the cool sensation below was strange, and my face felt hot from being teased like this by a man for the first time.

Suddenly, the man poked my sister's private parts with his finger. In the darkness, she couldn't see anything and was startled, letting out a cry. Then the man got on the bed and hugged my sister from behind, his large hands reaching inside her bra to knead her delicate breasts. His tongue lingered on her ears, face, neck, and shoulders, his breathing becoming heavier and faster. His dark penis grew thicker, thrusting into her from below. My sister slowly began to moan, her body writhing in response to the man's movements. Watching this lewd scene, I felt both ashamed and aroused, my body heating up, and I couldn't help but rub against him.

The man, finally unable to contain his lust, ripped off his sister's underwear, pinned her down on her back, and pushed her legs up and wide. His thick, dark penis plunged into her full, fleshy labia, followed by a merciless, violent onslaught. His sister was driven to unconsciousness. After finally waking her, he continued his vigorous thrusting until a thick stream of semen gushed from between her vagina and his penis.

Having barely satisfied his desire, the man lifted his sister from behind, held her in his arms, and rummaged through a box, pulling out two items.

To my horror, he picked up a long steel needle, threaded not with soft silk, but with iron wire! What was he going to do? Was he going to torture his sister?

I watched in astonishment as the man kneaded and flattened my sister's right breast, and the gleaming steel needle pierced the side of her flattened breast. My sister whimpered in pain, her body writhing.

How could a girl bound like that possibly resist a strong man? This only fueled the man's arousal. He threaded steel needles between her breasts, using wire to force the two poor little rabbits together. Then, he threaded the extended wire through a small ring in the ceiling, pulling it up and securing it, stretching the breasts long.

After doing this, the man looked at his sister, who was whimpering with her chest puffed out, removed her blindfold, and saw her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Satisfied, he licked his cheek and thrust his penis into her again—this time from behind.

This was too unexpected. What kind of mind did this man have to come up with such a perverse way to torture a girl? Would he do the same to me later? Looking at her sister's pained expression and blood-stained breasts, she was terrified, yet unable to resist her curiosity, seduced by the stimulating scene.

He did it several more times, inserting a steel needle into her whenever her sister struggled slightly, stimulating her to writhe wildly.

Finally, the man seemed satisfied. He put down his dying sister and turned to go to the kitchen. Before I could even figure out what he was going to do, I saw him return with a long rolling pin.

Seriously, what was this?! = =

The man grabbed my sister from behind again, ungabbed her, turned her face up, and pried open her mouth with one hand. He took out a small knife and cut off her tongue, then inserted the rolling pin.

Her mouth, which had just been freed, was filled again. The cylindrical rolling pin was stuck in her throat, making it difficult to push down. My sister struggled frantically in pain, but this time she couldn't even make a sound. With the man's continued force, the terrifying rolling pin slowly pried open her throat and went down. From the outside, I could see my sister's neck being propped up by the hard object, her body twisting back and forth except for her head, which was tightly held by the man. Gradually, the older sister's movements slowed down, and she stopped struggling so desperately. A lump on her stomach slowly moved down, and further down, her vulva slowly swelled up. A messy mass of bloody stuff was squeezed out, and then a rolling pin, which had passed through her body and was stained red with blood, also came out.

He released the girl, who was no longer moving, leaving her suspended by the wire around her chest. The man then used a knife to cut off her bound feet, saying he would keep them as a keepsake.

After resting for a while, the man approached me. I was terrified by the horrific scene before me. I deeply regretted my decision; I didn't want to be tortured to death like this—it was too painful. I tried to shrink back, my eyes filled with pleading and pleas. The man grinned, "Too late. This time, the arrow has left the bowstring; there's no turning back." He then lifted me from under his arms, buried his head in my chest, and inhaled my fragrance. He removed me from the hook, loosened the ropes, and re-tied me. My upper body was secured with a tortoise-shell binding, but my lower body was left untied for ease of positioning.

Tearing off the last bit of clothing, the man began to explore my body with his hands and tongue. I, however, was overwhelmed by the thought of being tortured to death and didn't know how to cope with the physical stimulation.

The man reserved his last bit of tenderness for me, gently stroking my back and licking my cheeks and neck to soothe me.

Once that tenderness subsided, he turned me around, held me in his arms, removed the nipple clamps, and replaced them with a blunt needle, thicker than the one he'd used on my sister, and forcefully stabbed it into one of my breasts. The intense pain made me arch my back desperately, my unbound legs kicking wildly on the bed. My delicate skin couldn't withstand the brutal iron; my breasts yielded, the needle piercing each end, leaving a finger's length protruding. He repeated this on both breasts, until I was drenched in sweat and needed his support to stay upright.

But this wasn't the end. The man then took out two dark weights and hung them on my breasts with wire. Because of the needles, they wouldn't fall, but the immense weight pulled my breasts downwards. The man even joked that this was putting us on opposite sides of the world. He then

hastily tied my long hair into a ponytail. Then he picked me up, changed my kneeling position, and held my ponytail to prevent me from falling over.

The wire seemed a bit long; when I leaned forward, the weight on the bed didn't work, so he deliberately carried me to the edge of the bed, my knees close to the edge, with most of my body sticking out.

I felt something very thick and hot forcefully push open my honeyed spot and thrust inside. It was so long, reaching all the way to my uterus before stopping. Then came another torrent of passion. With the weight swinging wildly, I felt waves of tearing pain in my chest, and from behind, it felt like a wall of flesh was pounding against me. I was like a small boat in a storm, tossed and turned in the raging waves, like a leaf spinning violently in a tornado.

I don't know how much time passed, or how many times I fainted. When I slowly awoke again, I felt completely powerless, as if my body had fallen apart. My breasts were numb, my buttocks ached, and my burning honeyed spot and anus felt like they had been torn apart, with thick fluid flowing down my legs. He held my small feet, manipulating his penis up and down.

The perverted man, seeing me awake, ripped the tape off my mouth, pulled out my underwear, and shoved his penis inside. The stench made me want to vomit. I endured the pain until he finished, spraying his foul-smelling fluid into my mouth.

The man carried me to the bathroom, saying he'd wash me, but instead placed me face down in the bathtub, my feet secured to the sides with ropes wrapped around the bottom.

He turned on the tap, filling the tub with a small amount of water. I watched helplessly as the water slowly approached, flowing over my face, chest, and stomach, filling the entire tub, gradually rising. While this wouldn't kill me immediately, it was more terrifying and torturous than instant death. I couldn't escape; I could only wait for my inevitable death to slowly approach. Bound up, front to back, I couldn't leave the tub, only desperately tilting my head back to avoid choking. The water level rose higher and higher. At first, I could manage to surface for a breath, though I was choking on water. But as the water level climbed, those two deadly weights on my chest began to take effect, pulling me back from the surface. The water was over my head, and all hope of survival was shattered.

Desperately holding my breath only made the pain worse. Glug… I couldn't help but inhale, only to be violently choked by the water. In my panic, I swallowed several mouthfuls in quick succession. Things got even worse. My disordered breathing brought even more water into my lungs. Choking and terrified, my body convulsed uncontrollably, the violent convulsions splashing water everywhere. He, who had killed two beautiful women, still felt unsatisfied and fled the apartment with the recorded videos and photos. Inside the room, only two voluptuous female corpses remained. One was propped up on the bed by a wire around her chest, her head tilted back so that a thick rolling pin could pass through her mouth. Her entrails, squeezed out and the blood-stained end of the rolling pin, hung from her lower body. Her feet, which had been bent backward, were missing. The other lay face down in a bathtub filled with water, the water stained crimson by blood from wounds on her chest and lower body. Her feet, tied to her lower legs, were also missing.

Suddenly, videos and photos of beautiful women dying went viral online, and these weren't the only victims.

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