My victim swung, helplessly bound. The restraints cut into her tender pink flesh, that innocent pussy drooling down onto the floor. “You underestimated me, little girl. Now, you’re at my fucking mercy. “Witches aren’t real” you said, until I turned you into my little fuck slave.” I was taunting her. I turned the vibrator on again, the one that was lodged deep in that sugar plum cunt of hers.
She was moaning through the gag in her mouth, begging me to let her cum. I harness the darkest magics, and I cast one hell of a spell. My young little angel can’t cum unless I say the magic words; something she realized was true after riding a Sibian for six hours in pure, unreleased torture. I love to slowly, sexually torment my vics. I think it makes their juicy little meats taste sweeter when I toss them in the oven for a spell. I’m the witch Hansel and Gretel warned you about; cum into my candy cabin.
Let me tickle you to life, torture you to death, and pick my teeth with your rib cage when I’m done devouring what’s left. This sweet treat I have hanging here, she isn’t long for this world. I might make her cum before I cut her cunt open to make a new fuck hole for the Pagan Gods I worship. I’m a bloodthirsty demon, and I want to see this tiny bitch get split the fuck in half, demolished by a Goliath cock. All while I sit back and watch her cunt drip.
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