Clavicus Vile
I sold your soul for a daedric fleshlight
★★★★★
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2024
- Posts
- 13,870
- Online time
- 2d 14h
I don’t know, despite everything. I’d probably feel pretty bad afterwards as I sat there naked, looking at the victim’s lifeless smooth body, leaking spunk from every hole, desecrated.
I’m not even fully sure what my mindset would be, would I be tempted to do it again to another girl despite the guilt, or would I stop.
I’d never even do it to begin with but this is just me thinking about the aftermath of such a hypothetical event. I’d feel a mixture of guilt, hatred, rage, and despair.
I’d feel disgusted by the fact that I’m so ugly and subhuman that I would’ve had to get naked and force my terrible flesh onto a girl like a horny, diseased dog. The fact that it would’ve had to come to that because I can’t have sex consensually.
I’m not even fully sure what my mindset would be, would I be tempted to do it again to another girl despite the guilt, or would I stop.
I’d never even do it to begin with but this is just me thinking about the aftermath of such a hypothetical event. I’d feel a mixture of guilt, hatred, rage, and despair.
I’d feel disgusted by the fact that I’m so ugly and subhuman that I would’ve had to get naked and force my terrible flesh onto a girl like a horny, diseased dog. The fact that it would’ve had to come to that because I can’t have sex consensually.





