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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!
She was a little ho ho ho and Holly was a perfect name for her. Such a pretty thing with a twinkle in her eye. To bad I would be turning that twinkle into pain and agony. After all tis the season. What better way to celebrate then with an evening of Merry Mutilation phone sex while I decorate the halls with the Bowels of Holly. Disembowelment is such a festive procedure. Covering everything in holiday red! Screams that fill the air like the carols sung by innocent little ones wondering the neighborhood. Unsuspecting of the horror going on just inside. I five her drug that renders her helpless. Unable to move and yet able to feel every thing that is happening. A pleasant little paralytic. Placing the knife in her hand I sing “Deck the Halls: and guide her hand to her abdomen. Where my expert skills go to work slowly disemboweling her with precision that keeps her alive as long as possible for maximum pleasure!
I am waiting in the shadows. It’s Christmas Eve and I know that the fucking brats are all tucked away in bed and soon Mommy and Daddy will be coming down stairs to play Santa. They will be laughing and giddy with excitement. I will sit and watch and play with my wet hot pussy while I finger the cold steel of the knife I have in one hand and the rope that is between my teeth. I will watch as they wrap gifts and put together bicycles. I wait quietly for just the right moment and then I make my move. The brats will wake up to bloody bodies among their presents. It will be the ultimate in pleasure and terror and Christmas will never be the same!
The house is illuminated in more Christmas lights then I have ever seen in my life! It is so festive that it is sickening. Looking at all the flashing lights, images of wrapping them around her pretty little neck and squeezing until her eyes bulge out and her face turns purple brings that familiar fluttering to my stomach and the tingle between my legs is growing as the pussy juice begins to flow. The thought has barely formed when the phone rings and to my delight my caller wants to share a strangulation phone sex call. It is just the fix I need or so I think. By the end of the call my blood is boiling and all I can think about is the neighbor and her pretty little neck. As I hang up the phone I get dressed and head out of the door, In my excitement I feel like I am gliding across the lawn. Getting in is easy and as I pass the festive Christmas tree I rip a strand of lights off of it. The tree comes crashing down with a thunderous roar and can hear her footsteps over head. The blood rushing in my ears matches her hurried steps. As she rounds the corner I take her down and wrap the lights around her neck, plugging one end into the wall I look down at her fear covered face shining bright and slowly tighten the cord while my cunt explodes and releases all it’s juices.
He has been one of my favorite accomplices for a long time. We share the same taste for young flesh, We derive the same pleasure from torturing little things. Helpless things, We both love to make them cry and scream and then we enjoy the glazed, far away look that glosses over in their eyes when they finally disconnect and accept that the end is near and the pain isn’t going to go away. I never knew he was holding out on me and found out his secret by accident. It seems he keeps a couple of breeding whores in his basement. They aren’t good for anything but fucking and spitting out little money bags. He has beat them and abused them to the point that if they ever were beautiful, there is no evidence of that now. The little heathens that they spit out fetch a fine price on the black market and he has a hefty little racket going on. Once in a while he will keep a male and have some fun but not often. What a wicked boy to keep such a secret….
I love it when he calls to share his murder phone sex fantasies with me. He has the same lust for sweet, young, innocent flesh. We delve deep into the macabre of violating their little bodies in the most violent and in humane ways. Torture and rape fantasies that get our blood boiling to the point that neither of us can keep from cumming at the images we create together. We long to pile their little bodies up, bloody, twisted, distorted in unnatural poses. Then we crawl into the pile together, naked, excited. He is rock hard, I am soaking wet. We let our desire build as we delight in the sensation of the feel of their bodies on our naked flesh, covered in their blood, as we come together and fuck, unbridled, heated, passionate. Knowing it is taboo and evil only spurs our desire for more. His cock deep with in me, my cunt milking him dry as we whisper the words that we long to hear and let ourselves drown in our sadistic desire until we explode together.