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Sticks and Stones; Skulls and Bones

All of the girls at my school are giggly little sluts who act ditzy and retarded. They wear the sluttiest clothes and then complain when horny teenage boys cop a feel of their exposed tits! I mean, it’s high school, people. If you wear a mini-skirt that shows off your fat ass cheeks, you’re going to get leered at–and you’ll definitely be felt up. There’s this one little tramp–Clarissa–who’s especially annoying. She’s always being called on in class and never has an answer. Clarissa just gets this stupid look on her face and goes: “Umh, whaattt?” It’s almost comical. I just don’t think it’s fair for girls to picket against ‘Slut Shaming’ when they act like total whores. Clarissa holes are going to be destroyed. No one’s going to be gentle with the soft tissue of her little asshole when she finally gets shoved down and violated like the filthy bitch she is. I can’t wait to see Clarissa get what she deserves. All of that fluffy blonde hair being pulled out of her skull, and those perky tits sticking out and just asking to be smacked…it’ll be sexy as hell. You wanna go on a bender with me, baby…I know just the bitch to hunt the fuck down…

Portrait of Death

Portrait Of Death ~ NarcissusNarcosis

I will never forget the night
I first experienced the delight
of what it felt like
to take another human’s life..
I had fantasized nonstop
for a very long time
I knew no drug could top
the high I would find…

I spent the days leading up
carefully dissecting my plan
deciding how it would come to fruition
stalking out my first victim..
Still not sure why I picked him
maybe it was because he seemed
so set in doing good deeds.
And no good deed goes unpunished…

I tirelessly studied
his daily routines
even went to church
to watch him preach.
He would stand at his altar
babbling on and on about
hell, brimstone, and fire.
He talked about how demons walked the earth
to bring about the end.
If only he knew
the demon that would end him
was in the front row…

He had a beautiful wife
2 young  tykes and a dog
she would be a widow
weeping at an empty altar
and those brats would grow up
without a father.

I sharpened my blades well
different knives for different purposes
one for stabbing, one for slicing,
one for peeling skin
and a meat cleaver for dicing.
A bone saw to dismember
along with a small plastic case
to keep a trophy of him with me
forever…

He was a set-in-his-ways man
so I knew what he would be doing
we had a very nice date planned
no way it could be ruined.
I dressed in black fatigues
long-sleeve black shirt and black boots.
My tools were already in my car
as I left my house with a smile
didn’t have to drive far
he lived away only a few miles.

I drove to his house and parked
and waited for him to depart
just as expected, 8:29 PM
he said bye to the brats.

I followed him to the parking lot
of the Saturday night restaurant
he always went to
meeting friends at the I-HOP
for some self-righteous laughs and food.
He always parked at the side of the building
where I knew no cameras were filming
I crept behind him with a wire in my clutch
wrapped around his throat
until he ceased to choke
then dragged him to my trunk.
Once he was properly bound and gagged
we were off, on our way back to my pad.

He awoke wide-eyed with a look of fear
strapped to a table in the heart of my shed
I removed the tape so I could hear
him pray to a god that was already dead.
He asked me why I was doing this
and offered me money to let him go
said he had a family, had 2 brats
and I replied, “I already know.”

I took my time and had fun with him
wanted to see how much pain a body could withstand
I burned him with a torch and hammered his feet
and drove nails through his knees.
After such a short time, he could take no more
he kept passing out, he was such a bore…
I slit his throat and watched him bleed out
he almost looked like a pez dispenser..

After hours of cleaning up
any and all traces of blood
I placed his head neatly in a duffel bag
with a hole drilled through his skullcap.
I decided to play nice after all his work
and took him back to his very own church.
I used his keys to get in the back entrance
and placed his head on the altar
through the top was jammed a crucifix…
What a beautiful sight that would greet the Sunday crowd
I decided to go again to hear them scream aloud…

It all felt so right…
I knew I would be powerless to resist the urge
to kill again…
but this was only my first victim..
I had some great ideas and plans
to taunt the police
and let them know
something stronger than them
is taking over…

this little light of mine…

I like to hang out in houses that aren’t exactly finished. Some say it’s because I’m ’emo.’ Others give me frightened glances and then quickly lower their eyelids before my own shoot back. They think I don’t hear their whispers in the halls, catch their fearful expressions when I walk past; but I always do. The other day I was in my room, peeling the corner of a NIN poster back, and realized I was feeling a little chilly . . . and no, before you say it, it wasn’t just my cold heart. I needed some heat, a little excitement, a risk–and of course, a prize. So I slipped on my loafers and wandered into Northhaven–the quaint little subdivision being built a few miles down the road from me.

And there it was…a two-story McMansion under construction before me, with raindrop-splattered tarps and a material-strewn front lawn. I snickered to myself; this was just too easy. Crawling up onto a bulldozer on the left side of the house, I wiggled my way in through the open window. Brushing myself off, I surveyed my surroundings. It wasn’t long before I heard the voices of the very young little ones whom I’d overhead planning a trip here earlier that day. I cackled to myself and strode across the wooden planks of the upstairs bedroom, careful to avoid the unfinished sections of the house with exposed beams.

Following the giggles, I walked to the utmost back room and hide behind the large stone fireplace obstructing me from their view. I peeked out slowly and . . .

There they were: my prizes. Two of ’em–a little boy and his bitch, drinking vodka procured from their parents’ liquor cabinet, no doubt. I stood there silently for awhile and watched them pass the bitter drink back and forth between each other. Their faces twisted into grimaces as the burning heat flooded down their throats each into the pit of their stomachs. And my hands were struck with a sudden and distinct urge to rub together greedily.

Play time . . .

Baby, I’ll tell you all about what kinds of horrible things I made these two little songbirds do to one another with their pants off. Alice gave them a nice taste of what grown-up fun feels like . . . and then she added in some of her own sickness. Sitting on their faces, pissing down their throats. I stripped that little virgin bitch’s dignity and innocence away with her little boyfriend’s erect cock, and he wanted to cum inside of that cunt so bad, I bet he would’ve thanked me if I hadn’t had my fist rammed down his throat. When I was done with my game and the sky was growing dark outside . . . I stepped over the broken glass of the once-solid vodka bottle. Grabbing it along with my shoes, I strode back out the window, pouring liquid all the way.

. . . A bright orange spark flaring–I dropped the match. Flames. And then I walked away and left the dying screams behind me.

Cutter

There’s something exhilarating about taking a razor blade to my wrist and slicing through the tender flesh. I fucking love to get off on rough sex. I fucking love self-mutilation because it makes me feel like I’m goddamn invincible. I’m always looking for a fight; tempt me, push me pussies . . . I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze. I especially love torturing others. There’s nothing like the anguished screams of teens to fill a room with angst. Sexual mutilation is my favorite. Nothing beats the sickness. One time, I stitched a bitch’s pussy shut with a rusted sewing needle from my Mom’s old needlepointing kit in the garage. I used thick black yarn and beat her to the brink of death with a brick right in the head. I desperately kicked her ribs in and sewed her up like a puppet. She was so messed up by the time I started closing her holes up. No more dick in that little bitch, let me tell you. That sleazy ass whore wouldn’t be fucking anybody’s boyfriend anytime soon. Especially not MINE. That dumb little skank screamed like a banshee when I stitched her up, but the end result was fucking sick. I love my crazy mind . . . and you will too.

Maybe if I like you, I’ll show you a little bit of my mutilation magic using the slut of your choice. I’ll get a big ole knife or maybe a razor blade fresh from the shower, separated perfectly from the plastic handle and ready to slice deep. Then I’ll take her ass cheeks into my palms and give them a nice squeeze, getting them ready for my fun. We can always fuck her and fill her up with the thick white loads of creamy cum that mark a little whore, but we’ll need lots of spud. Get that hard cock and lube it up with her blood, baby. I’m going to make a nice pretty cut and carve my name . . . this stupid cunt will never forget who owns her ass. 

Rape phone sex fantasies Alice ~ do the dirty

I am not a law abiding citizen of America. I say this fully intending to disclose a little secret I’ve been keepin’ about my true self. Maybe I’m not a picture perfect version of the United States’ sweetheart, but I can make you cum harder then anyone has every made you orgasm in your life.

That’s because I know what you really want. The stuff you’re way too scared to tell your wife or girlfriend. The dirty, nasty, sickeningly dark and violating aspects of human life. You want to mess up a slut and fuck your way through an entire all girls Catholic school, don’t you?

Well, I can help you with that. See, I have a thing for babysitting little ones myself. I can get in undetected and let you in through the front door without a hint of suspicion from the neighbors. When we have those young little babies all to ourselves, that’s when the fun begins. You try to keep your hands to yourself, but those pigtails and cute little diapers are too much for you to resist. It’s okay . . . bite into those miniature asses. I won’t tell a soul. That’s because I’m just as twisted as you are, baby . . . even more.

Alice with an ‘A’

 

‘A’ is for Alice. ‘A’ is for awesome…and it also stands for asshole. That’s right. I’ve been ass fucking lately. I find it’s best to do without any lube. Not on me, of course. I prefer to watch a little one get reamed while I chomp on some popcorn from a safe vantage point nearby. It makes me laugh so hard when their itty bitty eyes get wide in fear and they whimper and shriek in pain. It makes my wet pussy hole get nice and turned on, too. I always want to fuck a stiff dick after watching a tiny, precious little munchkin get used and abused by a big, strong adult. Haha. I guess I have a weird sense of humor, but don’t try to lie to me, baby. You like it, too, now don’t you.

Blazing Malice

So I’m sure by now you’ve heard the rumors going around. Blaze and I are pretty much best friends now, and we do everything together. Even babysit. She brings the video cameras, and I bring the ‘lil ones. Last night was Friday, so we were babysitting for the Mclachlans and their two twins. A tiny little boy and a cute younger girl with an itty-bitty twat. I told Blaze I wanted to watch her brother stick his baby boner into his sister’s pussy hole. But with a twist . . . how hot would it be to make them pretend to be our pets? We could force them to meow or else get sprayed in the face with a spray bottle full of cleaning fluid. She said that type of torture kink would make us a fortune because they’re identical twins and furry friend porn is hot. While she was setting up the equipment, I got us some lines of Coke to ski with and tied down the two little brats. Their eyes were so wide with fear when I told them that we were going to do to have fun. I had to gag the teeny girl with Mr. Mclachlan’s filthy boxers that still had some dried cum in them. She wouldn’t stop crying. I bet they were all creamed-in because her dad got off on stripping his young daughter naked to ‘help her change clothes.’ Don’t you think? Maybe I’ll pull him aside and offer him a nice copy of the DVD of his little daughter playing with her toy blocks like a kitty on her hands and knees. That naked baby girl ass will be all spread open for her lion brother to poke from tight holes behind.  Oh, I can’t wait for Blaze and I to finish editing this footage!

A Little Spider Said…

I’ve got a little hiding spot you wouldn’t ever want to visit. It’s my favorite place in the world . . . The smell of rotting corpses snakes through the air . . . decrepit gravestones crumble, and the sound of brittle bones breaking underfoot emanates from all across the sultry, spoiled air . . . It’s enough to make a grown man cry–especially after dark. This is where I conduct my best business: the ruins of the old stone mausoleum at the South Wayside Cemetery. The dilapidated concrete structure is furnished with broken glass, cobwebs, and the worst thing of all . . . me. In the little nook near the corner, my favorite toys are waiting.

Sometimes I do it because I’m dead inside. Sometimes I do it because I need to feel something . . . instead of nothing at all. Mostly, I just do it because it gives me a nice little thrill. Hurting people always makes me laugh. I guess it started out the time some motherfucker stole my drugs and I needed to interrogate his friends. Safe to say, I’ve adopted it as a new hobby of sorts. I love to fuck up a nice, unmarred human body.

There was this one bitch whose ass I seared with a heated frying pan. I’d left it on the stove to get the metal nice and scalding, then I slapped that ass to watch her porcelain skin scorch and burn. Her legs were tied doggie style to posts in my lair, and I occasionally dipped down to smack that pussy. She passed out three times and shrieked like a banshee. I just revived her and started over again . . .

Momma’s Magic Touch

My innocence…if I ever had any to begin with…was scarred at a very young age. It happened when my Momma had friends over and told me not to cum in the room. I didn’t listen, and got too curious. Hiding in the closet, I saw my Momma with a pretty, thin blonde woman tied up with coarse rope. A tall man with dark hair was standing over the blonde, laughing as she cried. I gasped as I watched them flip her over and pull down her tiny lace thong. She must’ve been a stripper or a prostitute they picked up somewhere, since she was covered in tattoos and wearing only lacy lingerie. The man brought out a basket and took the lid off…I was shocked to see a snake curling out of it! The girl just started crying harder. Momma was laughing and held open the hooker’s butt cheeks as the man picked up the snake. Then my Momma reached over and grabbed a turkey baster filled with something white and liquid. She shoved the baster up the tied-up blonde girl’s tight pink asshole and the girl screamed. They kept laughing and Momma filled up her anal canal with the liquid. The man then put the snake’s head at the entrance to her asshole and it crawled inside, slithering up her ass. Turns out, it was milk, and the snake’s mouth was sewed shut. But it kept moving around in there because it smelled the milk and wanted it. So the tied-up girl got to enjoy that experience of having her asshole stretched out by a slithering snake. I quickly left the closet after that and never told my Momma I saw it, but somehow I think she knows. It’s obvious that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m a sadistic teen because I know my family likes hurting people, too. Momma always told me to never be afraid to stir up some trouble. She’s the Queen of Mean, so I guess that makes me pretty sick and evil, too…

Baby Cherries Bye-Bye

I love listening to babies scream! Have you ever broken a baby’s hymen? Well, it’s a lot of fun. I like to stick my fingers in their little diapers and feel around for those tiny cunny slits. When I find that wet baby hole, I make sure to peel apart those miniature pussy lips. So precious, tender, and fragile. So thrilling to fuck up! One of my drug dealers loves playing this game with me. He masturbates into a baby bottle and rubs his cock against the plastic container ’til his screwrod spills cum inside. Then I take the baby bottle filled with the guy’s spermy spud and bring it over to the house I’m babysitting at. When the younger brats are in bed, I spend a lot of time in the nursery. After all, such a small, defenseless baby can’t tell her mommy and daddy that I’m torturing her fuck holes. When the adults are away, the sitter will play! I doooo play. I shake that baby bottle full of adult man semen into that baby’s cunny hole and make sure to do it hard until she cries. I want to impregnate this little whining bitch some day. I know it’s hard to get young baby girls pregnant because they have to be ovulating, but it never hurts to try. Such a tiny little itty-bitty canal–I want to force my entire hand up there and split it apart someday.