Kaiia, a troubled 22-year-old with a kink for pain, traded Easter Sunday at church for castration. She wore a revealing white dress and stilettos, standing before the congregation. Her eyes met those of the priest, and they shared a dark secret smile. After the service, Kaiia led him to a dungeon where she lay chained naked on a table. "Prepare me for your pleasure, Father," she purred, her bound crotch stained in anticipation. He began the ritualistic castration with a razor-sharp knife, peeling back her labia as blood dripped onto the table. Her screams turned into moans when he sliced off his own cock. She consumed his flesh, beginning the twisted union, their bodies now intertwined in a perverse dance of pain and pleasure.
