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The chamber is ready. The entire time I was setting it up my pussy dripped with anticipation. There is a large one way mirror on one wall. Microphones are set up for recording sound. A video tape is set up for recording image. I have three victims, two female and one male that have been kept while preparations were being made. He just left and I have the gas in my hands. My hands are shaking with anticipation. I believe I have enough for one solid week. I am retrieve the military rations that I bought and setting them up in the room. The three cots are set and everything looked good. He called the gas Scarecrow Fear Gas, named after something from a Batman movie. It is supposed to be a highly hallucinogenic gas that when taken in large quantities creates a paranoia and visions of fear and panic. I am very careful to set up the dispensing of the gas in a steady stream though the vents. As I lead my victims to the chamber I could feel the juices flowing down my inner thigh. I open the door and lock them in and begin the stream into the room. I leave and go to get a bite to eat, take a shower and masturbate. Alone with my thoughts as I allow the gas to take some effect. Staying away as long as I can, I return to the chamber. I can tell by their behavior that the gas is having some effect on them but not like I thought. Disappointed I retire to bed leaving them for the evening. The following morning I wake early eager and horny. I eat my breakfast and return to the chamber. Now we have something. They are all naked and hysterical. Each lost in his or her hallucination. The fear is evident in their eyes and the irrational behavior is turning me on. As I sit and watch I masturbate to the evil taking place before my eyes. As the day goes on and more of the gas is inhaled the behavior becomes more bizarre and satisfied every evil thought in my head. Finally I retire for the evening eager for day two. Returning to the chamber I find carnage. The female has ripped her finger nails off and is biting chunks of flesh our of her arms. One of the men has skinned his cock some how and it is a massive chunk of meat. The other male is in the corner clawing flesh from his face and laughing hysterically. I cum instantly without even touching myself, reveling in my glory. I leave them again as I have errands to run. When I return I find that the female is dead, the males are pulling her organs from her flesh torn body. What a shame I had hoped she would last longer. What happens next you will have to find out by watching the film of my torture.
Mary has been a good slave to me for many years. I got her when she was just a wee one and she learned at an early age that her sole purpose in life was to please her Mistress in any and all things. If she failed me in any way she was punished swiftly and severely. She has gotten so good at serving me that she can now anticipate my needs and desires before I even know I have them. This efficiency has cause me to grow weary of her. Ten months ago I asked my friend if she would be willing to sell her large, strong, well behaved, black man servant for stud service. She agreed and I calculated Mary’s ovulation period with precise accuracy before paying for and breeding the two of them. My friend and I feasted and drank while they copulated night after night on the floor in front of us. I now have a new young servant that I will train as well. In the mean time Mary must care for this brat so I have to find another servant temporarily. In order to pay for that I have decided to make an ass rape porn with Mary as the star and her wee one in the background. In preparation I have flogged Mary’s sweet white ass very well and written instructions on her ass. This glorious picture will be the opening to my film. Now for the real fun…..filming her abuse and then selling the film on line so that I can buy a temporary servant to do her bidding.
The sweet sound of terror fills the air. The shrills of the screams send shivers of delight up and down my spine. I sit here in my antique winged back chair sipping Brandy, listening to the sounds of the fire crackle. The flames are dancing in the hearth in unison to the shrill sounds of pain. It is almost as if they are as happy as I am by the sound. My fingers find their way to my nipples and slowly encircle the hardening buds under the thin cloth of my gown. It has almost been thirty minutes now the flesh should be eaten almost to the bone. Smiling I get up to make my way to him. The cage i have devised is genius and I can move it from body part to body part, leaving it there for 30 min increments. Rats have the most beautiful, sharp teeth and will gnaw the flesh all the way to the bone if I leave them in one place long enough. Sometimes I sit and watch, sometimes I like to remove myself from sight and listen while my imagination fills with images. This is one such night. I simply want to enjoy the knowledge that he is in pain and is filled with fear not knowing when or if I will return to end this or to prolong it. Using rats as my little minions is perfection for me.
It has been several days now and we have completely taken over the local church and it’s congregation. They are all ours from the littlest to the elderly and they are all our servants. Our Satanic ways have consumed every one of them. Obtaining their obedience was easy. Fear is a very powerful thing and we have used it to it’s maximum potential. They have learned all the new hymns that we have created and they sing them while we perform our acts of pain and terror on the alter. We have sodomized the Priest and broken his spirit. We have impregnated the nun and will rip the developing little one from her body when we are ready. We have devised several lottery style events that give us the pick of the litter so to speak. So far we have spilled a great deal of blood on the alter that was pure and holy not so very long ago. Just because he wants them all to call him Jesus, the truth is that he is Satan, not just on the surface but all the way to the bone….and we love to play our wicked little games!
I woke up in the wee hours of the morning reliving the psycho killing flick I watched before I went to bed. The vivid images of my dream that transported me into the movie as I looked around at the blood covered room. Sitting up my blood was running as cold as ice and I could not resist the pull. I felt the cold floor hit my feet and as I stood I didn’t even look for a robe or clothes. In my bare feet and thin long gown I found the case with all my shiny implements of torture and mayhem.
Rubbing the leather case over my rock hard nipples and already wet pussy, I head for the door and down the alley, inhabited by nothing but rats at this hour of the morning. I knew exactly what flat they were in, the sweet young mother and her two innocent blonde haired offspring…….
Suddenly I had visions of hailing a cab for the airport in the morning amidst the frantic officers investigating the horrid scene and the sound of the sirens filling the streets and my pussy let flow another gush of cum.
I let myself in with ease and found my way up the narrow steps to the first door. It was like a gift at Christmas, I had no clue which one was first….As my eyes adjusted I saw the deep breathing and slender silhouette of the youngest, a male and I licked my lips as I neared the bed. Placing my hands over his little mouth I easily cut the clothes off his body and admired the trembling frame and small penis. placing my hand around his throat I applied enough pressure to keep him quiet but not enough to kill him. Leaning over I take his little dick into my mouth licking nicely for just long enough to calm him a bit before biting and ripping at the same time. Turning around I smile and show him his flesh between my teeth. Using his torn pajamas I tie him up and stuff a sock in his mouth. His heart is beating so fast from fear, he should bleed to death soon.
Now I know that sweet gum drop and her ma are what’s left. Blood covers my face and the front of my gown and cum is flowing freely down the inside of my legs now. I want her to watch me abuse her gum drop, I want her to beg and plead for me to stop. I want her to beg me to do it to her instead…….I love it when I can hear the blood pumping in my ears because I am so excited about the bloody crime scene that will be left behind!
She is sitting on her bed in nothing but a pair of black t-backs watching porn and holding a vibrator in her hand. (A noise is heard in the background, glass shattering) She is frozen with fear. (the sound of footsteps approaching)
He enters the room in a pair of jeans, a black mask and black gloves (no shirt) holding a strip of wire) In one swift move he wraps the wire around her neck, lays on the bed and forces her down on top of him tightening the wire so he has control.
Scene 2:
She begins gasping trying to breath, her struggle arouses him and he grinds his cock into her panties. Now in total control he rolls over putting her under him. Wire in one hand he reaches down and unzips his pants. He grabs her hand and places it on his hard dick instructing her to jerk him off. She can barely breath and obeys his command.
Scene 3:
Ripping her panties off with his free hand he instructs her to guide his dick inside her. Fucking her hard he increases pressure on the wire cutting off her breath. Her body begins to convulse under his and he increases the speed of his thrusts before collapsing on her dead body and emptying his load inside her.
Scene 4:
Getting up he begins to caress her lifeless body while kissing her full on the lips. Running his hands up and down her and moaning with pleasure.
Scene 5:
He kneels on the floor next to the bed. Positioning himself between her legs he drags her lifeless body to the edge and begins eating her pussy. and jerking his cock.
Scene 6:
He unloads another load of cum all over her face and in her mouth that is gaping open as her eyes stare lifelessly into space.
Scene 7:
He positions the body with the vibrator in her hand and shoved in her pussy, her face staring at the porn on the TV and then slips out of the room.
The End Of My Snuff Porn Flick
I am getting ready for a big party and as always the food is of the utmost importance. I recently heard of a farm that raises the best meat. I hear it is young and tender and well fed. They allow you to inspect your purchase very carefully. It’s a long ride to the farm. The place is in the middle of the woods, well secluded and well guarded. No one gets in or out with out permission of some sort. I can’t count the number of times I cum on the ride there. Finger fucking my pussy the entire way there. Thinking about the specimens waiting for me. Shaved bald and just waiting for that bullet to the head once I make my choice. Watching them wrap the body for me and putting it on ice for the ride home makes me hotter then hell. I get home and take the body out of the car. Laying it on the table I carefully unwrap it and taste the flesh by licking it, working my way down to the cold blue nipples sucking them into my mouth, I work my way lower, spreading her open and dipping my tongue inside, knowing the thrill of cutting her up and packaging her to my liking is just minutes away. I always peel the skin off her pussy and ass to fry up as a crispy treat while I work. Only the best cuts will be served at the party and they must be marinated just right. I think I will make a batch of blood pudding…..so much to do to get ready for the big day!
I knew as soon as I saw them that they would be mine. Their perfectly manicured hands and feet, their expensive clothes, the way they carried themselves, all preppy and proper, their long blonde hair, laughing with out a care in the world, carbon copies of one another……their world was about to turn upside down. The sunshine is about to become darkness, the laughter screams of pain and that blonde hair will be matted with clumps of congealed blood and chunks of flesh. Watching and waiting while imagining the scene my cunt pumps out juice with every evil and twisted thought in my head. The daughter looks good enough to eat. But I know that if I allow fear to pump adrenaline through her, the meat will be tainted. Decisions, decisions, should I enjoy making them watch each other be tortured or should I enjoy the terror in the mother as I butcher her daughter and make her share the feast before sending her to her own living hell? Both sound like a wonderful way to spend an afternoon and both ideas please me greatly. It looks like the perfect moment to grab them I will decide once I have them secured in my basement.
Venus was the perfect accomplice for my plan. she loves butchery and this was going to be the ultimate in butchery with a touch of medical fetish and knife play. I have wanted to do this for the longest time, I just never had a solid plan before. Now that I do, I can’t stop the cunt from twitching and squirting. I am finally going to accept the fucking weasels invitation to dinner. After dinner on the way back to my place I am going to drug his stupid ass and Venus will be waiting for us to arrive. Once we get him in the house and the drug has taken effect we will restrain him on the steel table that I have set up. I thought about creating his transformation while he was awake and relishing in the sounds of his screams of pain and agony, however I think this way will be fun too. While he is asleep we are going to preform an at home, amateur, gender reassignment surgery. We are going to remove his dick and balls and leave him with a make shift cunt. We are going to give him tits. I don’t know what we will use to build these boobs but we will find something. When we are done we will release him and position him sitting up in front of a mirror naked and wait for him to wake up. We will be watching as he slowly regains consciousness and realizes that his body has been mutilated. Watching his horrified reaction will be the final pay off that makes us cum.
Nothing gets my blood running hot as the fires of hell like torture sex. Being the sick and twisted bitch that I am with a heart as black as coal and ice water running through my veins, I have found a way to combine the desire for torture sex with the life of my all time idol. I have always admired Vlad the Impaler. The image of his pale face with his contrasting dark beard and his jet black eyes sends waves of desire coursing through my body straight to my cunt. I have often imagined his clammy touch and rancid breath on my flesh. He was and still is the king of torture and fear. My kind of man….I love that he impaled his victims. Combining his infamous torture methods with my dark sexual desires has been a journey of trial and error, however it is finally perfected! Finally I have found just the spot to impale someone for maximum pain and the longest survival time. I have also created a wooden pole that is modified with two wedges that keep the body from sliding down with the pull of gravity. Now I can enjoy the hanging body, blood dripping down the pole and pooling at the base, naked and vulnerable and unable to escape the added sexual tortures that I inflict to the erotic sounds of screams as they slowly become horse and raspy cries followed by groans. Finally the mind shuts down and the dull stare precedes the loss of consciousness. Only then do I leave them to recover enough for me to start over again. I give them just enough water to sustain them and no food. I am trying to break my record of keeping one alive for 10 days of endless torture.