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There is the rare caller that wants gore, death, torture and torment. Just typing those words has me dripping wet. Normally it is I telling the story of the things I will do to you. I weave a tale of cruel sadism and eventually demise. Just as you die I cum so hard I can barely stop trembling.

Last night was different. The gentleman caller with a deep Southern drawl wanted me to be an accused witch and him the inquisitor. He demanded I undress and lay on the bed on my stomach. I wished more than anything I wasn’t alone so I could be bound.

Before the torture began he fucked my ass deep and hard to the point of blood trickling out. He teased me by licking it up and not letting me have a drop. I am tough and did not break or cry out during all the means of torture he had. Branding, whipping, boiling oil none of it made me cry out. He was clearly done with me and death would have come no matter if I confessed or not. He spread my arms and legs till I heard a slight cracking of my joints. He bound them with leather. He fucked me one more time pulling my hair and biting me till he had a mouthful of my blood. He left and returned what may have been hours later. I listened to him setting something up above me. Knowing what was ahead of me was exciting beyond belief and my body betrayed me one last time as I squirted all over the antique quilt I laid on. The huge circular blade starting moving back and forth getting lower and lower to my back. I would push up if I could, making the sweet pain and blood spurting come sooner.

His deep voice starts to quiver….Ivy I am cumming.  With that he was gone.   If it is gore, torture, depravity, debauchery, sodomy, and any kind of blood play, I am your slut. Want to have hot nightmare’s of things you can’t imagine?  For once in your life, be evil.