He just might

He's thrusting deep into your helpless wet cunt, grunting fiercely as he uses you. Your fingers are scrabbling at the tie tightening around your throat, fear flooding through you as you start to ****, even as orgasmic shudders wrack you body.

"Fuckin' Whore!" he grunts in your ear as he chokes and fucks you, "Fuckin' Filthy Strumpet!" Your body is acting on its own, bucking under his pumping shaft even as you struggle desperately for life. Your orgasms are like a chain of explosions as you start to flail, your sight growing fuzzy as your air is cut off.

You gasp a plea for mercy, your words cut off by the strangling fabric, your brain bursting with an overpowering mixture of terror and excitement. He's going to kill you, you think, he's literally going to fuck you to ****, strangle you as he rapes your greedy cunt. Your eyes are rolling in your head as you try to look back at him, seeing only his fierce, demonic face as he savages you.

"Coming like a fuckin' slut!" he growls. "Love being choked don't you bitch! Fuckin' coming harder aren't you!"

Your ****, addled mind knows that he's right, that being choked is intensifying your orgasms, your whole body twitching and convulsing as you fight for life and explode with degraded sexual bliss at the same time. You're making wet gasping noises as you're choked, your vision clouded and darkening, but your hips keep grinding back against his pummelling cock, wanting his meat filling you even if it destroys you.