Torture sex is a better rush than any drug out there. I’m no nasty druggy whore, but I do like to party, and I’ve tried pretty much everything.
When I met Daddy, I knew all I needed was him and a screaming little victim on his cock.
He’s like the only one who really understands me. Like, I just fucking hate everything, and there are just so many stupid fucking people out there. And they all breed like crazy. I think that’s why it’s so easy for us to do what we want to do.
Find young victims with bald pussies and make them the little whore for the family. Daddy is so sick, he likes them when they are extra young and dumb. It’s often easy, and I have a talent for getting the right ones.
By the time they know they are in danger, it’s far too late. Daddy already has his dick out, and Mommy has the belt. I’ll whip them even if they do what I say the first time.
I love the sound of the leather slapping against their flesh. The louder they cry, the harder his cock gets.
He pretty much throat fucks them unconscious. I get to wake them up by pissing in their face because they still have more suffering to endure. It’s my turn to get sucked.
I shove that little face between my legs and make sure they lick it good. A few slaps in the face and spit in the eyes show them not to fuck with me. I’ll tell them if they enjoy eating out my cunt then the next part won’t hurt so bad.
Ha! Dumb little sluts always believe me, and that’s why he sticks it up their little shitholes. By the time we are done with these little Snuff sex sluts, there’s nothing left!




