My dark fantasies run deep, especially my revenge fantasies. I have a mental list of all the men who hurt me in my past. But I’m no longer that scared little schoolgirl men could prey on easily. No. I put that girl to rest years ago. Now I’m a bad ass bitch who gets revenge. So, you want to stay on my good side.
A random encounter this week allowed me to exact revenge on one of my father’s poker buddies who enjoyed violating my tiny teen fuck holes once upon a time. He didn’t recognize me. We had drinks at the bar, and I gave him an Academy Award performance as a bar fly who wanted to take him home and fuck his brains out.
Once we returned to my place, I put my taboo role play into action. Since I slipped him a roofie at the bar, I found him easy to manipulate once back at my place. I tied him to my bed and waited for him to wake up. And I played a little game with him. I asked him a bunch of questions to see if he could even remember who I was on his own. And it pissed me off that he forgot the girl who he fisted so many years ago. Out of all my dad‘s cronies, he violated me the worst.
My Revenge Fantasies Run Dark
The type of revenge I would extract seemed like a no-brainer to me. I took his cock and his balls so he will never hurt another young girl again. Although I think he’d be around 62 now, I’m sure he could still do some damage to an unsuspecting young girl. I used a butcher knife to cut his balls off. And then I sliced his cock like I prepared a charcuterie board with human grade sausage meat.
Originally, I planned to just castrate the asshole. But I guess he bled out and died. So, I stuffed his dick and his balls in his mouth, and I pulled him outside. Nature took care of the rest. I live in a wooded area so I knew the wildlife might be hungry. Yeah, that scared little girl who rarely fought men who violated her no longer exists. Now, I am a bad ass bitch who gets her revenge. And revenge feels so sweet.
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