Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Not for me, I mean. Because if you did, I would castrate you, maybe even cut your dick off too, if you did. No one forces me to do anything. When it comes to rape fantasies, I am only your accomplice. I helped Darren shove his mediocre dick inside a girl who scorned his advances. Tiny dick men appear to have the most fragile egos.
Of course, he paid me. I never help a man out of the goodness of my cold little heart. However, sometimes I feel bad for the girl. She just protects her own self interests when she turns a loser down. I do my due diligence and research both my client and his victim. Way out of my client’s league. Like a different stratosphere. Cannot blame her for saying no. And you got to applaud his gumption for even asking her out.
You Never Try to Force Me to Fuck You. If You Do You Lose Your Dick.
I brought Cate to my cabin in the woods, also known as my snuff sex shack. My cabin in the woods has seen more violence than all the Evil Dead cabins combined. If you know, you know. Darren did not hire me for snuff though. If he did, I would have charged him triple his price. But after he fucked her, he wanted to fuck me. Like he thought we were buds now and that meant I would want his mediocre dick. Not only did I find his assumption appalling, I found it hysterical too.
So, I sliced his cock. At first, I just took the tip. I love to bring men to their knees. And any slice or dice of a man’s worthless cock does just that. One of the reasons is I am always packing silver. He did not heed my warning, so I took the entire tiny package. And I untied Cate. Let her fuck his ass as payback. Sure, he got a free castration phone sex ticket he did not plan on, but he knew the rules. Although I could have killed him, I let him live. At least long enough for Cate to kill him. Turns out I like that bitch a lot more than I did Darren.