#privatefrequency

Hmmmm. Lower abdomen torn open so you and your attacker can watch the internal mechanics of them brutally fucking you. That's when their groans start to come from somewhere deeper inside them, their hands grip you harder than if you were in one piece. You screamed at first, but by the end you're too weak to do anything but sob-- save for when the occasional aimless thrust makes the tip of their dick bulge out of your fresh wound. You still scream from that, and it gives them one hell of a rush. Your body twitches, sparks, and that only makes their pace more frantic. All the cum gushing over crushed circuits and open wires.

Springer needs to creampie me. Join my patreon to make this a reality.

I need normal sex (guy who has a knife to my throat and threatens to cut me if I don't go limp like a corpse)

Gutting yourself while looking into the eyes of someone trying to wrench the blade out of your blood slick hands. Sharing a knowing look, one of defiance, resentment and the other of horror, loss-- but mutual understanding that you are going to die. That they can't stop you. Freedom in death, the last thing in your control. To be mourned by the most vile monsters, for what your hands did under their command. Arcade Gannonnnnnnnnn I understand youuuuuu

When will it be my turn for a dangerous older man to give me a pet name based on a prey animal or otherwise delicate thing?

findom but you're both switches sending the same 20 dollars between each other's venmos

I don't even have a hot boss anymore. Shoutout to F*********, the way you took your anger out on me for arbitrary mistakes when you were in a bad mood made me into the neurotic little freak I am today. I wish you had felt me up about it, but nobody's perfect.