I am gathering that I am the only one down here, happy for, and proud of, the things I have done. I mean for fuck’s sakes, people come down here because they have done some very, very bad things. And here I am, excited for my next gold star when I am done torturing someone.
Speaking of, I am swinging by Damon’s room today. Last time he was not alright with me cumming on his face until he fake died. It’s his weakness, suffocation. You get put down here, I know everything about you. But, they don’t know that.
I walk into his cell and see him sitting in his chair across the room. He jumps up already afraid of what’s to come. Ha, no pun intended.
“Hey there Damon. Are you ready for today?”
Before he can react, I’m already making him scream. He stands there, falling to his knees as his body starts to morph. I’m making two of him today. One for me and one for his punishment. Within half a minute, there’s two of them, staring at each other. The real Damon is almost crying. Freaking out because there are two of him and his human body is in pain from being ripped into two whole halves of himself. Pitiful.
He looks at me, trying to come up with words, but doesn’t say anything. He is learning that I can do whatever I want. I have the ability to make anything happen in this hell hole.
He does manage to ask the only question that burns in his mind every time that I come here, “What are you going to do to me?” he asks with a pouty, worried look on his face. Poor, emotional Damon. His body looks like it was carved from a God. Maybe I did it?! But since he found himself down here, he has become an emotional baby. I love to show him new ways he can use that rugged, lumberjack, cut-throat muscular body of his.
“Well, baby Damon. Today we are going to have some fun like always! The Damon I made has balls,” I pause and look at Damon #2 and point at him, “Unlike you. And he going to fuck me where I like it. God, I can’t wait for that. And you? You’re going to shove your face where I like it. Maybe you’ll live, or maybe you’ll suffocate and die again like last time.”
He puts his hands on either side of his face. He lets out a quiet moan as he looks like he is trying to rub off the memory of last time. Silly Damon, if only he gave into the torture, he wouldn’t die. But then again, if he doesn’t die, then I’d be bored... And then I’d have to literally suffocate him without the fun. Ew.
“Damon #2, take your fucking jeans off and get over here.”
I walk across the room and meet him on the rug with a coffee table in the middle. I can put anything in these rooms. And if baby Damon behaves, maybe I’ll leave it as a gift for him.
I have my black corset on, my hair is tied back, but I let it all fall down around my torso, and I have my knee-high boots on. I tell Damon #2 to come to my backside at the coffee table and unzip my leather jeans. He does as I ask, and I love that about him. He also doesn’t talk back.
Once my pants are un-done, he pulls them down over my ass. I put my back into his front and reach my hands up and behind me, pulling his head into the side of my neck to kiss and bite me as I like. I reach one hand behind me, grabbing Damon #2’s cock and pushing it against my hole. Just like magic, my pants are gone, and my pussy is out for the Damon’s to enjoy.
I see baby Damon standing across the room, cowering, waiting for me to order him. Part of me likes to see him whimper because of me. But within seconds, it makes me sick.
“Get the fuck over here and sit down in front of me,” I command him, and Damon #2 is already gripping onto my waist and pushing his cock into my hole. Good boy, wasting no time to please his new mommy.
Baby Damon sits in front of me, and my hands reach out to rest on his shoulders. My body is rocking back and forth from getting fucked from behind. I lean down and kiss Damon, sucking his lips between my teeth and making him bleed. His hand reaches up to put his hand around my neck and push me away from him.
Baby Damon! Starting to fight back! As hot as it is, I don’t move much and keep my face right at his.
“You’re getting ballsy, but you’re still weak.” I slide one of my hands over to his neck and squeeze, taking his air away. I was supposed to make him suffer longer than this.
My body rocks back and forth, feeling the pressure and length of Damon #2 fucking my hole deeper and deeper as time goes on. I look at baby Damon and warn him,
“Choke me again, it better be because I told you to, or you actually put me on my ass and then fuck it the way I like.” I release my grip and he gasps for air, coughing until his windpipe opens for him.
“Now, you’re going to eat me out like a good boy, while Daddy Damon fucks my ass. Understand?” I don’t have to ask him that, it was an order not an option.
I lift up slightly on baby Damon’s shoulders, pulling his face closer to my cunt. I look down at him, “Open and stick out your tongue, now.” As he opens, his tongue starts to grow. He screams as I hold him in place. Soon, his tongue is as long and wide as Damon #2’s cock. I smile at him, bringing one of my hands on top of his head and pushing him between my legs. As he gets closer, his tongue presses against my cunt and enters. I yell out at the feeling, being full in both holes as both Damons’ fuck me.
I help baby Damon move his head in and out, deeper each time until his nose is rubbing along my clit. Damon #2 has hold of my hips, bringing his cock out further, then slamming into me, making me yell a moan and laugh in happiness. Both of my hands are around baby Damon’s head. I push and pull him, watching as his breath is staggered. He is only able to breath when I pull his nose off of my clit. When I’m ready to cum, I’ll hold him as deep as he’ll go, and he’ll suffocate. But, for now, I’ll let him think he will live.
Damon #2 brings a hand up to grip onto my hair and pull as his other hand presses against my back, making me arch. The angle changes and a different sensation grows from inside. I scream a moan and hold baby Damon tighter against my body. I hold him as deep as he can go, threatening to burst open the end of my cunt.
“Faster Daddy Damon, faster,” I say and he does as he is told. I feel the sparks igniting as Damon #2 fucks me. The thrusts make my clit rub against baby Damon’s nose, causing the explosions. I feel the electricity and the fire explode out of my body as I cum all over baby Damon’s face. The orgasm lasts for as long as I want it to. I move baby Damon’s face against my clit, thrusting him deep inside my cunt, fucking out the explosions.
As the orgasm slows, Damon #2 slows with me, eventually pulling his cock out completely. I release baby Damon’s head slowly, and feel his tongue leave my cunt. The feeling is bittersweet and erotic as I’m ready for another orgasm. With his release, he is heavier than I remember, and he falls to the floor. I killed him again.
I look back at Damon #2 and thank him for pleasing me the way I like. He reaches out a hand for me to grab, I place my hand in his and he leans down to kiss is, “Anything for my Queen,” he says.
Aw, Daddy Damon. I’ll have to hold onto him for a little while longer. I look back at baby Damon and his body is starting to wake up. His tongue returned back to it’s original size and he jolts to life. He takes a large breath and scurries away from me on the ground like a worm. I take a couple steps forward and lean down to see him.
“Pitiful baby Damon,” I say to him. “If you enjoyed punishment, then you wouldn’t have to die.”