Everyone thinks it’s so fun to torture my sexy little teen body, but what happens when I finally get the opportunity to be the torturer? What happens when I finally blossom into the living dead girl I have always wanted to be? A huge thank you goes to Indigo, for showing me the murderous bitch I really am. I had gotten myself into one of those situations again, where I was a damsel in distress. I was cornered in an alley by some drunk man, and Indigo came from behind him with a dingy rag. Within seconds he was laying on the ground, out like a light. She told me she helped me because I reminded her of herself, big tits and one hell of an attitude. She asked if I wanted to have some fun with the dirt bag, and I was so in. I helped her drag his limp body too and from the car. We had him in a secluded cabin in the woods. She told me normally she likes to do the torturing herself, but this time she would settle for watching. I chained him up spread eagle, I wanted to wait until he woke up, but Indigo really wanted to get her hand on him. He woke up the her carving a permanent smile on to his smug face. Watching someone else cry and scream in agony was such a turn on! Then it was my turn. I grabbed the dullest knife Indigo had, and began sawing off his tiny little cock. By the time I was done with that Indigo had enough of his screaming, and ripped out his tongue with a pair of pliers. I went around to the back, and decided that his asshole needed to be a little bigger. It felt so good watching the knife tear through his flesh, making his ass gape wide open. I shoved his limp, bloody, stump of a cock into his newly extended ass hole. Indigo was kind enough to teach me how to sew, his ass shut that is. Then we slit his throat, and fucked in his pool of blood. Biggest orgasm I have ever had!
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