I thought I knew what pain was. I thought I was a pain slut. Truthfully, I never knew what torture sex was until I met you. My Daddy owed you much money so he told you to do whatever you wanted to me. He told you to fulfill your wildest desires with my worthless body. You met that challenge with your evil, sadistic ways. You started out as I was accustomed. I was tied up and whipped. This hurt of course, but it was a pain that turned me on and left me wanting more. You used your cane until my back was bleeding, and still, you did not break me. You were getting angry that I was not screaming. Then an evil glint came into your eyes.
You gave me no prep. You made no attempt to stretch my tiny asshole. You simply balled your fist up and rammed it into my tight ass as quickly and as roughly as you could. Finally, you hear me scream. You hear me beg for mercy. I can feel your fist ramming deep into my gut. I can feel my ass bleeding from the rapid intrusion. You have blood pouring around your arm, but you don’t care. You only laugh, sadistically, evilly, and you do it harder. The pain is so intense, I black out several times, even begin convulsing, yet you never even slow down.
You turn so that your cock is in my face. You tell me to open my mouth wide like the whore that I am. I comply. You force your cock down my throat making me gag. You never let me breath as you fuck my raw throat, eventually making me puke. You don’t care. I am not a human being to you. I am just a worthless piece of trash to fuck and throw away. Between your cock in my throat allowing me no air, and your fist ramming my guts, I succumb to the pain. My world goes black.