Ever since I was a young slutkin, I’ve kept dark fantasies hidden from everyone I know. I want to be the perfect accomplice to Master when he goes out hunting. Master loves to bring home young angels to play with in his special room. I love Master’s special room, and I love when he allows me to help him torment and torture the little dollies he acquires. I love holding their legs down and spread so that Master can slide his fat cock in those small, innocent bodies. I coax them to let him slip his cock in their mouths. If they bite him, I hurt them. If they suck him like a lollipop like I tell them, I make their end painless.
Master gets bored of his little dolls very easily, and always makes me dispose of those used toys. They always cry and beg, a lot, but that makes me wet to be honest. Master likes me to clean out their young fuck holes and either drown them in the river, or drop them off in an obscure location where they might get to a doctor in time. Which I do depends on how well those sweet young roses behave for Master. He likes boys and girls both.
Well, Master is out of town for a few weeks, and that nearly breaks my heart. I’m not sure I could go hunting for little birdies on my own! I need a strong man like Master to guide and help me mutilate and manipulate those sweet little lovies. If you have the time, can you teach me how to hunt? I’m always looking to expand my technique.
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