I will introduce you to the Hell of worshippers, where your deepest, darkest desires are not just welcomed, they're celebrated. Here, in my domain, you're going to open wide, not just your sinner mouth but every forbidden part of your soul, ready to indulge in the worship of BBC like you've never known before. As your Digital Goddess, I command you to jerk that sinning cock, to stroke it as a testament to your devotion and depravity. You thought you knew pleasure, thought you understood the meaning of worship, but I'm here to shatter those illusions. I'll guide you into a realm where ecstasy meets agony, where every stroke brings you closer to damnation and salvation all at once. You're mine now, lost in the Hell of worshippers, and your only salvation is through complete and utter submission to the divine black power I bestow upon you. In my hellish sanctuary, your screams of pleasure will echo, a symphony to the sins you're eager to commit under my watchful eyes. Every moan, every gasp, every desperate plea for release is music to my ears, a testament to my power over you. Remember, here in the Hell of worshippers, your body isn't your own; it's an instrument of sin, played by my hands, brought to the brink of madness and back with every command I utter. "Open your sinner mouth and jerk that sinning cock," I'll whisper, and you'll obey, not because you have to, but because every cell in your body craves the debauched salvation I offer. You're in my world now, a place where your nastiest, most shameful desires aren't just accepted; they're required. In this infernal realm, your sole decree is to worship the BBC tirelessly, day and night, without respite. Your mouth, once a vessel for mere words, is now consecrated for the endless adoration of the mighty BBC. There's no dawn or dusk here, only an eternal nightfall of sin, where your purpose is crystal clear: to suck, to worship, to lose yourself in the relentless service of the BBC.