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Growing up my mother wanted me to worship Satan and all of his dark glory. She wanted me to stay pure until my first blood. I had other plans. I hid my first blood from her.
After it was done, I laid down with her man. He was big, strong and had a log of a cock. At the ripe age I was I hadn’t seen anything so big. It was throbbing, and the head of his cock was dripping his sweet baby batter.
That first taste of cock changed me for the rest of my days. If I could I would have swallowed that big throbbing cock. I choked on it, I slobbered all over it.
My saliva slowly running down the shaft, into his big bushy pubic hair and down over his full balls. My tongue went around and around the head of his cock.
Then all of the sudden He grabbed the back of my head pushing his cock half way down my throat and he held it there. He was suffocating me with his cock.
As my sight was getting blurry, vomit was flowing out of my mouth and nose, I could not breath. I could see my soul moving from my body as he was violently fucking my throat so deep and hard. I watched myself outside of my body.
I watched as my hands found his balls, I was becoming weaker and weaker but my fingers wrapped around those big hairy balls and I found the strength to pull on them. It was not a soft yank, I pulled down so hard on them I almost ripped his balls off.
He pushed me back and started to scream from the pain. I laid there, gathering my breath.. Laughing at him. Laughing at how powerful he felt and then in a few seconds he was powerless and worthless crying out in pain.
He did not like me laughing at him. He tried to get up to hit me. but every time he moved.. his balls ripped more and more. Men are for nothing more than fucking.
There is nothing better than candy… no I lied… Beating people is better than candy..
That is why I got the idea to beat someone with candy..
I know, It sounds weird but listen.
On Halloween we had a bunch of little dicks from town come up to our place and egg us.
Some of us went chasing after them but I stayed in the house.
That is when I caught one little fucker breaking in down stairs.
Don’t these people know that you don’t go to the scary house?
We will hurt them.. I was alone and all I had was my cast Iron skillet..
I know my house like the back of my hand.
I hid by the door to the basement.. My basement where I do all my bad things…
He didn’t know what him… When he woke up he was laying on my work bench.. I know he could smell the candy melting… and he saw me working on something.
I think he was scared but I couldn’t hear his screams… I super glued his lips together!
I grabbed the boiling pot of melted candy and I poured in onto his exposed chest..
The thing about sugar is it burn deep in the skin and nothing really helps that pain. Especially in this basement.
After I poured all the hot sugar on him I let it get hard…
I knew it was still burning him…
That is when I grabbed my new flogger…
It was breath taking to see his young skin and blood break away with every whip…
He is still down there.. burning.. bleeding…
what should i do next?
I hate babysitting.
I hate it even more when I have to watch the little demons that my whore of a mother brings home.
They aren’t going to leave my house anyway so I have a little fun with them.
My mother and her freak friends have brats to sacrifice to their goddess.
What a stupid fucking religion.
Anyway They have these brats at home so there is no record of their existence.
These brats are stupid, they are kept at home they don’t go to school.
So they really are just little useless fuck-tards.
But they are fun to hurt.
Like this last one.
She was at the age where you become a woman, ready to be sacrificed and give her virgin blood to the goddess blah blah blah.
I took her down to the basement where I have all my fun.
I tied her up nice and tight where the rope was cutting into her virgin body and so she was screaming because of the pain.
I left her there for a few hours.
I went down stairs and found her sleeping.
SLEEPING!!!
No fucking way, she doesn’t get to sleep in my fucking house!
So I got this tiny stick that my mom likes to hit me with and I beat her with it until I got tired.
By this time she was screaming and moving so the tight ropes were getting tighter and cutting deeper and deeper into her flesh!
God that turned me on..
So I got the idea that if she is going to be giving to the goddess she has to be purified.
I went upstairs to the bathroom.
I got the bleach and the toilet brush..
I poured the bleach all over her virgin body, making her pain even more..
Then well if you don’t know what I did with the toilet brush then you should call me..