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Her voice was hoarse from begging, her eyes unfocused, and still… the man did nothing but whisper filthy things in her ear, watching her fall apart. I could barely breathe. Mr De Vito turned the television off and faced me, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them. “Are you ready to be like those women?” he asked, tilting my chin with two fingers. “To be wrecked, denied, used, teased… to be fucked like you’ve never been before?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Please, I want it. I want all of it.” A wicked smile tugged at his lips. “Good girl.”

“Do you also like to perform favors for those you feed?” Growing quiet, I wait while the woman looks at me, a clear war happening behind her stormy gray eyes that watch me. “No,” she says softly, pressing herself against me. “I like to only feed.” At her words, the first woman huffs in annoyance, and before her friend can provide her neck for me, she climbs on my lap and then brushes her hair aside so that I have perfect access to her throat. Feeling a wave of disgust rush through me, I let my canines extend until they’re pressing against the woman’s flesh and then pierce it so a whimper of satisfaction escapes her as my venom starts to flow through her bloodstream.

she was silent. "Answer me, huh, you're ready?" she was still silent. "Are my 7 inch rod make you feel good? Huh? Answer me? I swear I'll make this even longer if you don't answer me." "Let's go off me, please..." "Wrong answer, baby," I said. And I hurt her so much until I really hit the peak of pleasure, then I let go of her. I know this is abuse. This is bad and crime. There is nothing romantic about this because Nadya cries and struggles. And this is the beginning of the disaster.

She begs hard for Anastasia to stop it and that she's sorry, but Anastasia enjoys her suffering, so she remains silent with a smirk on her lips. They skip few days from beating up Francisco since Anastasia wanted to see him get raped as well like on what he did to her, however, it will be more violent and brutal. Sabrina hires males, looking like a woman with fake boobs but all of them haven't changed their penis to vagina. In p**n hubs—they are called She-Male.

She looked deeply offended by the question itself. “Hunger. Sleepiness. Emotional instability. The sudden need for affection.” I smiled slightly at that last part. “You forgot horny.” Her head snapped toward me immediately. “Jacob!” “What?” I asked innocently. “You can’t just say that out loud.” “You literally asked if you could eat me yesterday.” “That was different.” “How?” “You smelled edible.” I rubbed a hand over my face trying not to laugh again. Pregnancy really turned this woman into chaos. “And apparently craving affection is normal too,” she continued dramatically. “Do you understand how disturbing that is for me?”

I turned away, heading to an abandoned house for dinner. “P-please, have mercy!” a woman cried as I covered her mouth. I smiled like a demon, starting to abuse her. Tied, beaten, bitten… I enjoyed seeing her tears. “You’re so good, Sophia! Addictive!!” I laughed with every strike. She couldn’t resist. "You'll be mine!! soon!" to be continued....

"No baby coming out of here. Just pure, filthy pleasure. Not like that ruined pussy of yours, Sabrina." "He says you're boring now," Trixie called out, her face flushed with lust. "He says you just lay there like a dead weight. Is that true, mommy? Are you just a big, boring pregnant woman?" I let out a sob, my hand moving to my crotch. I was drenched. My pussy was screaming for him, reacting to the sight of his dominance even as my heart was breaking. I was a masochist, a glutton for the very pain he was inflicting.

Well, while they’re all up there receiving a buttload of pleasure the only way they know of, I’m down here, basking in the melodious screams of the women in my custody. My cigar burns, the scent floating in the space with each drag I take while enjoying the show playing out before me. “Please. I’m sorry for offending you, whoever you are,” Patricia yelps. She’s the banshee between her and her friend. Screams the most with a deluge of tears rushing down her face. She’s lucky I enjoy the screams. As long as it’s a painful one, then it’s okay with me. I love watching people like them in pain. It triggers my sexual mood, makes my orgasm hit within seconds.

It seemed that every breath exhaled was like invisible threads seizing my heart, causing me to tremble with pain. "I will verify your words, but don't think that I will let you go, blame it on your face—who wouldn't you seduce if you looked like this?" The woman stood up straight and stared at my face with a faint sneer, but it was enough to make one's heart and liver crack. "You, what do you want?" I squeezed the words out of my throat and subconsciously covered my face. The most horrible thing I can think of is her scratching my face.

I wondered to myself, thinking of all those victims I had seen in the news, and how they all looked so hungry for sex. "The force proved the victims have a taste for the drug, so I guess it's normal for them to crave for more, especially Anna. She's one of them," I reasoned, taking my mind to her wet pussy. Like... She really gave me the chance to caress her down there. Anna of all people actually made me feel her wetness! But that woman is something. She first said I won't get the chance to ever feel her touch, then she offers me an opportunity if I do what she wants?