Black magic and voodoo spells. Don’t fuck with what you don’t understand. They’ll take your heart, your soul, your life. Just the way I like it. I had mixed up a new batch of shit that I called Euphoria 666. It was my own special blend and I needed to test it on a human subject. It was a mixture of mind-bending herbs, a drug that exploded the sex drive, a paralyzing agent, and one special ingredient that jacked up the blood pressure. It was time to hunt.
I picked him up at a local dive. He was half lit and horny. He followed me home like an obedient mongrel. I fixed him a drink and he downed it in one gulp. I watched closely as my potion took effect.
His eyes grew big as it kicked in and he found himself almost unable to move except for his fingers, toes, and eyes. His cock began to rise until it was almost purple with blood. His face was red and he was sweating. His eyes begin to dart back and as the demons in his mind came out to play. He screamed out loud only to be silenced by me stuffing a dirty rag in his mouth.
I had created a human dildo. A man that could be used for sex who then self-destructed. I could do anything I wanted to his cock. I teased him with my tongue as the veins on his nutsac began to expand. He choked underneath the rag as I stroked his hyper-swollen fuckstick. Perfect. A cock with no brain and no defense. He was so hard now that blood began to ooze out of his dickhead along with precum. I knew that if he wasn’t forced to cum soon, he would explode. That thought turned me on as I poked his balls with my stiletto. His eyes were bulging along with the veins in his forehead. I lowered my pussy onto his shaft and gave him several strokes before walking away. A whine came from his throat as he tried to move.
He exploded. I don’t mean just his cock. I mean his entire fucking head. Chunks rained back down onto his carcass where his cock was still pulsating, a chunk of meat with no body. I laughed and dipped my finger into the blood to taste it. I forgot to make an antidote. Now I’d have to start all over with another man. Oh well, men are trash. I had just created the perfect one. A Bic lighter of a man who could be used and disposed of. Imagine how much fun women could have with my potion. Fuck him and watch him explode. No more relationship problems for us!!
I get asked all the time why I allow myself to be treated like a worthless fuck whore simply because my Daddy is addicted to gambling. He gets himself into a large debt he can’t pay and those gamblers can get really angry and mean. He always offers my services to pay his bill in full. He tells them I will be a perfect subby pain whore for them. I will graciously accept torture sex as what is due to me for being such a dumb little nasty cunt. Daddy especially loves loaning me out for suffocation phone sex. He loves getting all those videos of my head lolling around as everything blacks out from your tight hands at my throat. The more sadistic your fantasies are, the more I enjoy them. The reason I always fuck Daddy out of trouble is simple. I am about as addicted to painful fucking as Daddy is to gambling. I could never find this many kinky men on my own, but they seem abundant in Daddy’s circle. Besides being addicted, be treated like a worthless dumbass slut always gets me turned on. So – how much does Daddy owe you?
