Mutilation phone sex slave, ripe for the most unfathomable torments, lies before us. Her very existence is for us to enjoy and give her the ultimate degradation.
She’s so young and innocent, and we get the chance to annihilate her.
So, I slice her pretty little face with your cock down her throat. The crimson streams drizzle down her porcelain cheeks.
The mixture of tears and blood put a fire between my legs. I grind against her and hold her head down. Bitch is going to choke on your cock.
I really want to freak her out. I want every moment to be torment and terror. Therefore, I force the cold, unyielding barrel of my revolver against her head and ask her where I should put it. Her ass or her tiny bald pussy?
Poor little thing cries constantly. But she really loses it when she felt the gun in her cunt and heard the clicking as I press the trigger. As it turns out, that thing was loaded. I thought it’s empty, but there was one left in the barrel.
Good thing it didn’t go off. Her hole would have been too blown out for your cock. I’m glad we made it to the true carnal crucifixion. Every coaxing thrust of your cock into her torn, bleeding cunt filled me with orgasmic power.
Your cock inside her tiny ass made her want to end it all herself.
To get a little bitch like that to try and end it all was a new thrill for me. There she is, beating her head against the floor in a futile attempt to escape. I think I stopped her just in time. All that blood on her face made me pussy drool. Her blood, so sweet, it’s a shame she couldn’t hang out longer. The next one, we’ll be she
In the end, as I release my seed deep within her shattered womb, I am left with a sense of grim satisfaction. For in destroying this snuff sex slave, I have not only claimed her body, but shattered her very essence. She is no more than a husk, a vessel for my darkest desires, and in that lies her ultimate degradation.




