Gore Whore
"Ugh... You make me want to angry masturbate." She says, talking about violent acts I have recently committed drives her wild."I'd beat your pussy like an LAPD Cop." I respond.
"God Damn, I wanna see blood."
Ooo... naughty girl.
"Wouldn't it be fun to kidnap [Him], beat him to a bloody pulp and tie him to a chair?" I suggest.
*Silence*
"Imagine a cool room with dingy floors, we hunt [Him], bind [Him], torture [Him]
And then fuuuuck right in front of his eyes, so close that his tears bath us as he weeps in his little steel chair." I go on.
"But... I like, blood."
"Then I cut out his hear and squeeze it over your body while I FUCK your pussy. Watch the light fade from him. Ripping at one another... Like... Like animals." The thought of such savagery... such dominance makes my chest heave with electric breath.
"God, you get me so well."
"Touch your pussy, and imagine a cold dimly lit room. A victim bound in a chair.
Blood everywhere.
How would you kill?" I ask.
"Cut an artery and watch the blood pump out."
"What would you do with all that blood?" I question, curiosity peaked.
"Catch it in my mouth like a money shot."
The imagery in my mind sends my body over the edge and cum shoots straight over my right shoulder. The orgasm is intoxicating... intense and I nearly faint. But resist.
"Did you cum?... Because I am throbbing."
"I command you to cum." ... I command LOL
"No, I am in front of people!"
"Ooo, I bet you got your seat Alllll, wet."
The beast's rage has been sedated once more... But for how long?
