What would you say is worth more than gold? My daddy always said tight little pussies.. When he found out I was being molested by my uncle he tortured him for his most prized possession! Every St. Patrick’s day brings back the gruesome memory of that night after the parade where my uncle brought me into the shed out back and dismantled my single digit pucker.. He was drunk out of his mind and clearly wasn’t thinking straight!
He was belligerent and had confessed his addiction to Ass rape porn and how he would always think about tearing my asshole apart whenever he stroked. I remember standing there as he wrapped his belt around my mouth making it almost impossible for me to cry out for help.. My hands were balled up in front of my pale face and my eyes were open wide..
He ripped off my clothing and bent me over an old spare tire. He spanked me and left his manly handprints all over my rear-end.. I remember the sound as he inhaled deeply, whiffing the scent of my cotton panties.. Right before he dragged his cock down my ass crack and ripped through my tiny little asshole.. My anus was sore and bloody… I had even pissed all over myself!
Daddy didn’t come soon enough, he heard me whimpering and managed to find me leaking bloody cum with my uncle passed out next to me… That was the first time I had ever witnessed death outside of Snuff movies.. That was also the last time I ever saw my uncle with a pulse.. Daddy even made me get my revenge on him!
I committed my first murder with my own father. He handed me an ax and told me to do it.. I remember squeezing my eyes shut as I dropped the ax on my uncle’s neck and the feeling of his blood splattering all over my naked body.. The taste of his blood that I licked off of my bottom lip and the look of satisfaction my daddy had in his eyes! My bloody phone sex fetish stems from my true life experiences.
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