I’m Jade, and my world revolves around the darkest, most depraved desires of those who dare to call me. Today’s tale is a story of rape, torture, and humiliation that would make even the most hardened deviant blush. It all started when a young teen boy thought he could get away with harassing me in the park.Little did he know, I had other plans. I played the damsel in distress, luring him into my car and driving him deep into the woods. With a tire iron in one hand and a sadistic smile on my face, I approached him. He begged for mercy as I cracked him across the skull, but all I could think about was how much power I had over him.
I tied him up to a tree, his cock and balls exposed as he pleaded for release. It was then that my true intentions became clear: I wanted to make him suffer. I cut off his clothes and knelt down between his legs. I took my time, tracing my tongue along his bruised and swollen member before leaning forward and taking him into my mouth. His cries of pain only turned me on more. As I sucked him off, I squeezed his balls ruthlessly, choking him with my grip until he couldn’t help but cum. The taste of his seed on my tongue sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
But that wasn’t enough. Oh no. It was time for the main event. I grabbed my knife and slashed his cock from base to tip, watching as his screams turned to whimpers. I kicked him, hard, in the nuts one last time before leaving him there, bleeding and broken. As I drove away, leaving him behind like the worthless piece of meat he was, I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was why I did what I did – because it made me feel alive. Because I was good at it. Because I was fucking evil.
And so, my phone rang again… and another deviant’s twisted fantasy became reality in my demented mind.