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I saw him walking in the park, pushing the stroller in front of him. She looked just like him in miniature. Striking up a conversation about how cute she was had him spilling his guts in no time. His wife died during the birth and he was left alone and caring for her. If my heart wasn’t so fucking black I might have felt sorry for him. But all I could think of was how my pussy was dripping as I imagined her little body covered in blood by his hands. The anguished look that would cover his face as he lost her too. The pain in his voice as he tells me he wants to die. And the pleasure it will bring me to keep him alive and suffering for a while. Offering him a home cooked meal was the ticket to getting him right where I wanted him. Watching all my fantasies come to life was priceless. As I sit here smoking a cigarette, listening to his anguished sobs is just making me hotter. He is chained now with her lifeless body laying in front of him, tormenting him….my evil heart has no conscience.
After months of designing and tweaking my new gadget is finally ready and being put to good use. The little bitch deserves everything she is getting. After shackling her to the bar and tightening down the nipple clamps, I make her lick my wet pussy. The fucking cunt is trying to fight it but there isn’t a damned thing she can do. Resistance is futile… Her silly little cry’s as I yank the chains and rip at her nipples just fuel my fire. Soon I will put her in my masterpiece. It will take a while for her to inhale enough water to drown. Of course I am going to make it last a long time, I want he to gasp and beg as I go faster and faster until she chokes and sputters her last breath.
He calls on a regular basis. Every time I hear his voice, my blood begins to run hot and my pussy gets wet, I am his Mistress and he is my sub. He needs to be put in his place. Castration, cock and ball torture, whips and chains…..he makes all my rape phone sex fantasies come true. Our last session was particularly violent and evil and our phone time together just didn’t satisfy me. I had to have more. Getting in my car I drove to the address. The car was parked in the driveway and the lights were on. Grabbing my tools and putting on my mask I approached the house. Picking the lock was easy. Once inside the smell of testosterone and masculinity filled my nostrils. I heard the shower and walked toward the bathroom, this was perfect. I opened the door with out a sound and approached the side of the tub and ripped back the shower curtain. There he stood with a soap covered hand full of cock. It took him a second to register what was happening. Just long enough for me to grab that dick and cause him some real pain. Instead of getting soft he got harder, but then I knew that was going to happen, it just had on the phone. Placing a knife to his throat and shoving him against the cold tile of the shower, the cock and ball torture began, for real….fantasies can cum true.
My mind is spinning. My vision is blurred. The walls of the room are breathing and her blood is the brightest red I have ever seen. Ecstasy is my favorite drug. Not only do i love the mind altering effects but the way it heightens my senses drives me insane in the best of ways. Fucking her tight pussy with my special bat that has nails sticking out of it while high as fuck, listening to her screams, watching her velvety pussy get chewed up and feeling the blood spattering on my skin is a sensation beyond erotic. The feel of my knife against the resistance of her flesh is intense and now looking at her covered in blood panting and writhing in pain has taken me to another level of euphoria. The IV drip has begun. Watching the fluid drop into the tube is mesmerizing. Soon her body will start to respond to the toxin. Her skin will begin to bubble as she feels the burn like fire growing with in her body. The areas on her body that haven’t been mutilated already will eventually tare and fluids will rush out of her as she takes her last breath. Evil and twisted is so delightful when I am high.
You would think that the blood would be a dead give away. But it isn’t. These little fuckers don’t give a shit and that is the way I want it. This fucking ice cream truck attracts them like flies to fucking honey. So many little ones and they all want ice cream. And all I want is their screams, their blood, their pain and suffering. With this truck I have my pick of fresh little morsels with tight bald pussies and big innocent eyes. I lure them into my truck with promises of sweets and then take them to my place. Once in my basement they find out what a wicked ass world we live in and how dark it can be. It makes their nightmares look like a trip top Disney Land.
Mutilation madness…is it madness…or is it sanity of the darkest kind? I like to think that my world is the sane one while the rest of the world is on a roller coaster with blinders on. oblivious of the sadistic world they live in. My brother agrees…He is strikingly handsome and the woman swoon over him, making him the perfect accomplice. He is able to lure the most beautiful, perfect female specimens into his confidence. They get lost in the twinkle of his green eyes and the soothing sound of his rich, deep voice. We both enjoy the sound of flesh being ripped apart. The sound of horrified screams and the site of blood spattering across the floor and walls. We relish the feel of the warm liquid as it hits our bodies and drips down our flesh. Tonight we were feeling especially sadistic and evil and the sweet young thing he picked up was in for the treat of her life. She didn’t resist at all when he told her he was going to tie her down. In fact she begged him to tighten the restraints. Asking him to bring on the kink. I watched, naked in the shadows as e lived out the most violent rape fantasy I have ever seen. By the time he motioned for me to emerge from my vantage point, my cunt was already dripping wet and my adrenaline was pumping so hard I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins. I grabbed a hand full of her hair so that she couldn’t turn away and watch as he began the mutilation that would end her life. He always starts with the breasts. I couldn’t wait till she took her last breath so that I could cut the ropes off, throw her lifeless body to the floor, lay in her blood and have him fuck me hard as we both relived what just happened in our mind’s eye.
As I sit here smoking a cigar, stroking my soaking wet pussy and watching them I am delighted. they were such a cute little family, mommy daddy and their adorable little girl. the look of horror and the anguished cries as I made them watch me mutilate her body for my pleasure brought me to an orgasmic peek. Now covered in her blood they whimper as they fuck each other. They dare not disobey me, they have seen first hand what I am capable of. The funniest part of it all is that they think they are fucking for their lives. They REALLY believe that I will spare them. They have no clue that my heart is as black as the black ice covering the roads in this blizzard and that my blood runs as cold as the nor-east winds that are howling out side with the winter storm. They should be thankful that they are in here and staying warm by the crackling fire that is illuminating the hot , wet blood covering their bodies. I can feel the cum starting to flow on my fingers in hot jets. How ironic that the fire and ice inside directly reflects the conditions out side. Life, and death are a fascinating thing to behold indeed!
Recording her torture in black and white is fucking classic. They know exactly how to mutilate her causing the maximum amount of pain and keeping her alive and feeling every second of it for the longest amount of time. Of course I have smelling salts and other ways to wake the bitch up if she passes out so that she can enjoy the slow and painful torture that we are dishing out. After all, I bought this one. She wasn’t abducted of the street. I am damned sure going to get my money’s worth and I am going to enjoy this over and over again for a long time to come when I watch the film I am making. I am thinking of saving a few prize pieces of her body as well to add to my collection. And if all goes well I am going to be able to finally make that drinking mug out of her skull. I have tried a couple of times and haven’t been successful at sealing the skull so it holds liquid but I think I have it down now and that hers will be the final one.
I knew him as soon as I saw his face. He didn’t have to be wearing his collar. I will never forget our times in the confessional when I was preparing for first holy communion. How he showed me that the virginal white dress I was to wear was a representation of a bride and how I would be symbolically marrying Christ when I took the symbol of his body into my mouth. He told me that he was a representation of Christ and that is why we called him Father and that I had to take him into my mouth as well. In preparation of course. In many ways he helped make me who I am today. I knew that I would have to give him a little something special as a thank you for all he had given me. He didn’t recognize me at all so when I asked him and a young Nun if they would come to the graveyard and bless the ground where my mother was buried, neither of them hesitated. Once there I took out my knife and held it to his throat while I ordered her to take everything but her habit off. You should have seen her grinding her pussy on that cross and spewing blasphemy in an effort to save his worthless hide. His dick was so hard, just like I remembered it when I was young. I ordered him to take it out of his pants and ran my knife down to where it stood in all it’s erect glory! I could feel his body flinch but he couldn’t hide his arousal. I made him walk over to her and give her the body of Christ just as he had done me. It was a long afternoon for them in that graveyard. I don’t think they will find them under the coffins of the couple that was buried later that afternoon.
What a deliciously evil New Year I had! I was able to lure a fine young couple to my place that were completely inebriated! I couldn’t believe how turned on he got when I started to torture and torment his girlfriend. He had a dark side that I hadn’t counted on but it drove me wild and was a bonus. As a result I snuffed the poor little bitch way to soon. But just when I thought I had ruined the night he decided he wanted to fuck her dead body. She never let him fuck her int he ass and he wanted to ram that cock up her ass. Anal sex with a dead body made for the perfect ass rape porn. I filmed the entire thing and it took me over the edge. He was so fucking good that I let the bastard live. i am sitting her fingers deep in my wicked cunt watching the film again!