Vendetta

vendetta0My name is Vendetta, and prospective sexual playmates sometimes ask if I have one – a vendetta, that is. It always brings an evil smile as I answer “Oh, yes. Yes I do.” And hardcore phone sex is just one of the many ways I carry it out in some way against all my lovers. Apparently my revenge is extremely pleasurable for some very discriminating gentlemen.

I was a foster child my whole life. My mom dumped me in the Emergency Room when I was an infant and fled. When I was very young, I fell into the hands of a ring of perverted foster parents who loved to share their tender young toys. I was a star in that circle. I think they saved their most brutal, unfettered fantasies for me. Of course there were many other throwaway sex toys like me they used and passed around. Simply put, it was a sex cult.

The ring was eventually busted, and I was taken and put in another foster home – a decent one, this time – but I soon discovered that once you’ve been initiated into the foster child sex cult, you never leave. You carry it on, molesting the other little kids, driving Daddy out of his mind until he breaks down and fucks you, bringing in accomplices from the cult to share the fun …

After I was thrown out of my last foster home for an especially deviant violation, I was just another teen prostitute for a time. I was good at it – still am. I mean, I learned how to gobble cock and take it in all holes when I was obscenely young. I can please any man, and my pimp treated me like a princess until I ran away. He really did treat me well – unlike his other bitches. He sometimes had me dominate and punish them while he watched.

I became a social misfit, a drifter. I started hanging out at Drag Queen bars where all the trannies went cruising. At first, I went there to hide from my Pimp Daddy but I must say I quickly grew to enjoy it. That crowd knows how to party and fuck. I still consort with them from time to time.

I belong to Dementia now. She says she found “a juicy little diamond in the rough” in me. When she’s not using me for her own exquisite pleasures, enjoys watching me be her “surrogate domme,” making a select number of her male piggies suck my obscenely huge strap on, knowing that before our session is over, I will have turned his little man pussy into a bloody pulp.

I hope this gives you an idea of where I came from, who I am, the kinds of taboo kinks I enjoy. If my story appeals to you, and you’d enjoy a good, long swim in your darker waters, call me. Let’s dive deep.

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