The stench of filth rips into my nostrils as I begin binding and gagging the slave into a chair covered in spikes, nails, and broken glass. The lightning outside flashes through the rainstorm; my face finally revealed, wrapped in her smiling mother’s severed face, this causing muffled screams of sheer terror to erupt from the bowels of my victim’s throat.
“She didn’t beg for long,” I say in a deep raspy voice, almost laughing as a tear drips down from the right eye. To frighten her even more, I say, making eye contact, “But your Daddy did.”
My hand raises into view, her eyes widening, then the blade I am gripping sinks into her cunt like butter. She can feel as the sharpened edge gets caught on her G-spot. She begins mercilessly cum on the serrated blade, soon shaking in perverse pleasure, moving up and down while also turning her eyes towards the chamber walls.
Through ghost-white flashes of lightning, as I am flogging the bloodied female who sits on a cum stained Sado-throne of pain, squealing for more lacerations, we both can see black colored blood begin to drip down from the ceiling above us; a rift, flinging nightmare-inducing sounds of torture, rips open to allow for Skinless Mutants to enter into our world, dragging us by the hair into the Kingdom of Sadism.
“Wake up, sluts,” someone says, violently cracking a whip against my penis, making sure I awaken to see their horrific abode inside of a blackened Sadomasochistic Wet dream. All around both of us, the screams of suffering make me hard and full of sensuality.
“You dirty, filthy pig! You are only allowed to feel pleasure when I day you can,” The dominating creature proclaims, now spreading both of its legs to reveal a massive, gaping toothed vagina that quickly chops down upon my cock, my voice becoming high pitched, forcing awake the female that lays on the bed next to mine. She stares in horror as the succubus uses its vaginal mouth to devour and feast on my fleshy shaft.
Buckets of blood pour out like a fountain, dripping down my leg as I am wailing in pain. Then, out of nowhere, the skin, and genitalia grow back as the pain subsides, causing rapid confusion to take hold of me.
Just as confusion becomes a state of comfortability, this monstrosity that enslaved us inside its temple of debauchery begins sewing my mouth shut. The stitches quickly bloom into becoming one with the flesh, inevitably forming a patch of skin, forever silencing me.
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