You love those pussies tight, and you have put me in charge of making sure they stay that way. You gave me a set of tools, and some thick thread and a rusty needle. I watch night after night as you rip open their virgin cunts, making them bleed, tearing them open from vagina to ass with your cock and monster toys. You take away everything that makes them feel pretty and innocent, and then leave them laying on the floor gushing blood fromtheir torn cunnies.
Thats when I come over and tell them it will be okay. I look at the gory mess you’ve made – turning two holes into one. They could literally shit from their cunt. You tell me to perform the episiotomy, and you stand over us, making sure I sew them up right. You love the ones that squirm during the stitching – you place your boot on their throat to hold them still while I do my work. Their legs fall open, limp and exhausted. I take my rusty needle and thread, and find the gash through all the blood.
I start at the ass end, and lace my stitches up through their cunt like some fucked up shoe, twisting the needle in and out, closing up the damage you caused while they plead for their lives. I know these stitches give them new hope – they honestly believe you plan to keep them and re-use them over and over. But you don’t. You only enjoy ripping the stitches open once – the very next day when they are sore and fresh. My work is bloody and painful, but they always seem grateful when I am done. They don’t know that you only crave the tearing, and the feeling of fresh stitches cutting into your cock as you rip them out.
The next night, I watch in horror as you drag them out again and begin to fuck their swollen stitched pussies. The thread rips through their ass and pussy lips as they get de-virginized all over again. This time with even more pain. And tonight they will lay on the floor as I ignore them, letting their cunts bleed them out. I watch as all their hope drains along with their life. I reach down and feel my own cunt, stitched up a long time ago. I wonder why mine remain, and I wonder what night you plan to destroy them.