Da Real Housewives of Trap Kings 2

The lights in the auditorium dimmed and the recorded footage from the original taping came to life… Recap… “Now where you say my money at?” he asked. “I don’t knowwwww!” she cried out. “Alright, have it your way bitch!” He timed her open mouth perfectly and used the pliers, clamping down on one of her teeth on the top center. The pressure he applied caused her to push her head backwards in attempt to relieve the instant pain. The problem for her now became the man’s relentlessness about getting her husband’s money. “Aaaahhhh!” she screamed from the pain. The sound of the root of her tooth crunching from the pushing back and forth the man was doing with the pliers was something fit for a movie. The sound was similar to crunching down on a mouthful of cracklins. Due to the pain, she had pissed all over herself. “Bitch!” he yelled with her tooth still in the grips of the pliers. “That’s one!” Blood gushed from the gorged socket of her gum. “Where is my fuckin’ monneeyyy!” he screamed. The sight of the blood seemed to send him into a devilish fury. There was nothing she could say to stop him. “No! I don’t know… I… don’t… know!” she cried. “Take this bitch’s clothes off!” he demanded. “Damn man! What you gonna do? Rape the bitch?” one of the henchmen asked. The look received spoke volumes. Blood was in the leaders eyes. This drove the two henchmen into fulfilling the request. “Uuhhh!” “Damn!” “This bitch shitted on herself!” “Nasty ass bitch!” The duo said going back and forth, phrase for phrase. That was Shauntae’s only defense mechanism. She figured it to be her best move, yet it held no bearings on her fate. The masked man pulled his dick out and masturbated to full erection. He flipped her on her stomach and rammed his dick in the same hole that had defiled the air with the funk of her waste. “Aaahhhhh! Stooopppp!” she screamed with spittle of blood flying from her mouth and anus. He continued until he finished. By that time, Shauntae was numb from head to toe. The rapist grabbed the pillow from the sofa and used it to wipe all the blood, cum and feces from his dick. Blood oozed out of her anal canal. “Turn over bitch!” he ordered. The men watching were starting to feel sorry for her. She followed orders. “Where is the money?” he calmly asked. She said nothing this time. He shook his head in disbelief. He straddled just above her breast pinning her arms under his knees. He grabbed the pliers and plucked another tooth from her mouth. Shauntae’s body went limp as she passed out. At that very instance, silence filled the room as the projection screen faded to darkness. The housewives, trap kings, and guests were all blown completely off course. For the first time, they all had witnessed the never before seen footage of Shauntae’s torture and rape.