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I have a friend that is a doctor and he got his hands on a cardiac monitor. I just had to have it. He dropped it off last week and showed me how to hook up the leads. I got so fucking wet when he hooked it up to me and I watched the screen with the line going up and down in time to my heart beat. I knew that I would use it soon, but not to enjoy the steady rhythm of the heart beating. Instead I wanted to cum as the line goes flat, knowing that the life has gone out of the body that I am torturing. I know that the thrill is going to be over the top hot for me. As soon as he left I dragged it down to the basement and grabbed her dirty little body, dragging her kicking and screaming to the table where she has watched me torture so many before her. I strapped her down while I laughed, rubbing my cunt. I ripped her already tattered dress off and shoved her soiled panties in her mouth making her gag but preventing her from screaming. Carefully I hooked up the leads in just the right places and turned on the machine. The screen lite up and the rhythmic beeping was so hard and fast from her fear that it made my nipples stand straight up. I felt it fitting to use my medical supplies for this torture, shoving a speculum up her ass and gaping it open I began to cut her ass from the inside. I was going to drag this out as I listened to the sound of the cardiac monitor. Slowly I used the scalpel that was covered in the shit from her ass on her dirty skin. Watching her skin change from dirt black to blood red was exhilarating. All the while listening to the monitor, cutting deeper and watching her bleed out, until finally I couldn’t take it any more and I made that final cut, cumming as the machine flat lined and her body went limp.
I love the thrill of the hunt. Hunting humans is so exhilarating. I have taken up a new weapon of late. The boomerang. I bought a lovely set of metal boomerangs and took them to my sharpening wheel. They now have razor sharp edges that will slice into flesh beautifully. However I need to get some target practice in and what better to practice on then naked, scared humans? I had a dear friend build me a plat form that is a replica of the stairs from The Munsters. He did a wonderful job. There is where I will stand so that I can see my prey as they run in an effort to escape my flying blade. I have an assortment of several different drugs that I am going to coat my weapons in so that in the event that I hit my target with anything less then a fatal connection, the adrenalin pumping through their veins will distribute the drug quickly into the blood stream and they will not be able to escape. I have several specimen of prey that I will release one at a time from the base of my perch. They will have to the count of ten to run as far as they can. I have encouraged them to run in a serpentine pattern to give me a challenge. In the event that I miss, and I certainly will as I have not mastered the skill of throwing my new toy, my prey will be captured and returned for another run, The rules have been made clear and the game is about to begin. Standing on the stairs looking out my heart is pumping, my cunt is wet and I am armed and ready. Watching the first of my prey run as I loudly count to ten the anticipation of the first throw and possibly the first kill is overwhelming. This is the first of many days of target practice until my aim is flawless and I can hit my target each and every time with the percussion and accuracy of a marksman, or woman as it were.
Have you ever seen the movie 13 Ghosts? I love the evil Cyrus and his demonic plan to open the eye of hell. I would love to live in his glass house filled with evil spirits held captive by the spells etched on the walls. My absolute favorite scene in the whole movie is when a glass wall is activated during one of the house’s morphing sequences and severs Cyrus’ attorney, Ben, body in half. His eyes wide with disbelief as he realizes that he his body is no longer one. The movie so inspired me and stirred my need for some cold blooded fun that I decided to devise a way to re-enact that one scene for myself and a lucky accomplice. It took us several weeks to devise the sharp sheet of glass, rig it guillotine style and create a device to hold our “character” I couldn’t wait to see if the body, once severed, would slid down the glass in two parts like in the movie. Of course one time to test this theory would not be enough, We had to gather several “characters” of several shapes and sizes to see what effect this would have in real time. The planning and preparation created an anticipation level beyond belief. When the day finally came we had 13 “characters” to pay homage to the movie’s title that gave me the inspiration. One at a time we placed them in our device and released the sharp sheet of glass, delighting as the body was severed and the blood flowed. We took our time making the ritual last all day. It was the most fantastical and erotic movie reenactment I have ever created. I plan on keeping my device and plan on using it again in the future.
THESE ARE MY EARLIEST MEMORIES.
THE ONES THAT MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY.
In the beginning we were a happy family. Mommy gave birth to me and Daddy was in love with his sweet little Princess. Daddy got so jealous of Mommy giving me all the attention. Every time he looked at her with me he would see red. I was his, he made me. He would sneak in my room at night and stand over my crib, looking at me with longing, his cock would grow until it ached. He had no choice, he had to pull his cock out and jerk his dick spewing his cum all over my little body, scooping it up with his fingers and feeding my eager young mouth. He would close his eyes and imagine my little mouth sucking the tip of his cock the way it was sucking the tips of his fingers.
One night after fucking Mommy with visions of his Princess in his head, his dark desires came bubbling to the surface. Something in Daddy snapped that night that changed both of our paths in life.
Daddy took me from my crib and showed Mommy how he loved his Princess every night since I was brought home from the hospital. Her screaming and crying just fueled the fire with in him. She was out of her mind questioning how he could do that to me. How dare she question him? How dare she insist that I was hers and not his?
He bound her to the bed and made me watch as he tortured her. He fucked her until she screamed from the pain and then lifted his knife high in the air. The sparkles from the light were so pretty as they glistened off the blade. And then it came down and sunk into her soft belly. When it came back out it was a bright red the blood dripping down on to her body. Daddy made me lick it before making me watch again as he repeated the process twice more before ramming his hard dick deep inside one of her gaping holes. Ramming harder and faster as he repeated over and over how much he loved me and how I was his Princess, no one else’s, his and all his.
Then Daddy stuck his thumbs in her wounds and ripped her flesh wide open, her eyes grew wide and were staring into space. I know now that was from shock. He picked me up and let me sit in her abdomen as he continues to fuck her, covering me with his cum from inside her cunt.
Finally he grabbed her head by the hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to the beautiful blade. In on swift motion he severed her head and held it over my open mouth, urging me to drink her life blood.
From that point on, I never knew which Daddy I would wake up to. One Daddy kept me locked in the dungeon. he loved to torture me for being a whore like my Mommy. he could see her in me. In my eyes, in my features. He hated that slut and wanted to cause her as much pain as he could.
The other Daddy pampered and spoiled me. As long as I was his accomplice, going and getting pretty little things for him and helping him torture them. He would shower me with love and affection and my every desire was met.
Daddy is long gone. But I still have the house and the dungeon and the desire to torture.
Thank You Daddy,
Your Dark Princess~~Angie
For me it is a tradition to hunt the finest meat I can find for the feast I host on All Hallows Eve each year. I have a huge spit in the yard. My friends and I gather and season the flesh, before we put her plump ass on the spit. We take turns turning the spit insure even cooking and crisp brown skin. I love to decorate the area with all my jars of body parts. Placing them on glass tables with candles burning underneath to light the jars with a faint glow. Everyone brings a sweet victim that we play with and torture, Playing games like who can skin a body fastest. All of us enjoying the screams of terror. I have some special treats in store for my friends this year, Some things we have never done before. I bought an old claw tub at an antique shop yesterday to set out in the yard and I am collecting young girls for the occasion. By the time All Hallows Eve arrives I hope to have at least twenty of them, if not more. I am going to put about two inches of water in the bottom of the tub and super glue a curling iron into their tight little cunts one at a time, plugging it in and watching them writhe in pain until they either pass out or become catatonic. They are going to be the lucky ones. The rest of them are going to be my grand finale. A fireworks display like no other! Yes my human fire works, they will be bound and hung upside down in the trees. Legs spread wide. I will then fill them up with gas and insert as many tampons as I can shove in their cunts twisting the strings together to form a wick. Everyone will light one at the same time and we will watch them explode. I have already done a test run and it was phenomenal. Pieces of flesh flying into the air leaving only the hips and legs hanging from the tree as the rest of the body bursts into flames and explodes. The sensation of watching my carnage is electrifying. It is sure to make for an orgasmic experience for all in attendance. I have no doubt that there will not be a soft cock or dry pussy in the party. Of course I will film the entire evening and present each of my guests with a CD of the evenings events for them to enjoy over and over again at their leisure. No one will soon forget this years festivities. My plans will insure that I have out done myself this year and this party will go down in the record books as one to remember!
I just met the most wicked, twisted and evil man ever. My nipples are hard as rocks and cum is dripping down the inside of my thighs at an alarming rate. I can’t stop the fire burning in my veins and the arousal that he has stirred inside me. I spent the afternoon learning of his glorious torture methods and his wicked ways. I have never met anyone that has a larger body part collection then I do. He loves breasts. He has every size, shape and color. All floating in jars of formaldehyde. Dancing gracefully in the liquid when I picked them up to get a closer look. Then he took me to his latest victim. A beautiful young thing with long blonde hair. He showed me the hook that he inserts into the base of the spine, paralyzing his girls so they can’t run, but can still feel every minute of his torture. Like me he loves hearing them cry and beg and taking them to the disconnect state when they have that glassy look in their eyes.He showed me how he loves to mutilate the breast and examine the breast tissue inside and how he loves the feel of his cock inside the breast fucking it and feeling the warm soft tissue. I like his style of titty fucking for sure! He showed me how he has learned to remove the whole vagina, uterus and all, in tact to keep for ever. I could have stayed there for ever just watching all his methods. But alas a body can only take so much before it expires and needs to be replaced.
I pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!
Never tell a sadistic, twisted, evil, blood loving cunt like me you dream about castration unless you want your dreams to cum true. That is just what he did. He said the words that made my pussy over flow and my heart beat faster. As soon as the words crossed his lips my nipples hardened and I knew my night would be complete making his dreams cum true. He had no clue, he thought we would role play….stupid men with their hard cocks and delusional minds. I took him to the kitchen and tied him to my heavy wooden table. Cutting his clothes from his body his cock sprang to attention when my cold blade touched his balls. Moaning he thanked me for role playing his fantasy with him. Smiling down at him I leaned in and whispered in his ear “Who says this is a role play baby?” The stammering “Wawawhat do you mean?” made me tingle all the way to my toes. Running my knife along his cock and balls he began to tremble but his cock betrayed his fear. It danced and throbbed, meeting my blade with the excitement he really felt. When I began to sink my blade into the base of his cock he let out the scream that sets my blood on fire. I had to get more out of this and the cut wasn’t really very deep. So I moved up to his face and ran my blade across it. Then the light bulb went off. I was going to make this a night to remember for real. I went and got my sewing kit and laid everything out. By now he was wide eyed and my excitement was to much for me to contain. I sliced his face open from the edge of his lip almost to his ear and then slowly stitched him up. Next i cut a long gash into his belly from just under his breast bone to his belly button and again I slowly stitched him up. he knew what was next but by this time he couldn’t scream any more. I cut his cock off with one swift move of my blade. Stitching up his balls while holding his cock in my mouth, blood dripping down my chin I stood there cumming in waves of ecstasy.
I have so many lovely little items around my house that keep it nice and cozy. Things like my hand collection. Hands that I have severed from victims and placed in ant hills until the flesh is completely devoured by my little insect friends so that I can keep the skeletal remains forever. Or the beautiful lamps that I make that are lit and have severed body parts floating inside them. Or my wall of heads, skulls from previous victims that have been picked clean just like the hands and placed on display .I have always cherished my little chachkies and have kept them all to myself. However recently a very nosy, very annoying family has moved into the neighborhood. I decided it was time to teach them a lesson. I know it won’t take me any time at all to scare these fuckers right out of their house. Last night I put my plan in motion. I took one of my least favorite hands and slipped into their home while they slept. I placed it in the kitchen, in the garbage disposal so that in the morning they would find it. I plan to bury a skull next to the front walk tonight with the crown sticking out of the ground. Next they will find a beheaded chicken on the back porch. Things will gradually get worse until the final nail in the coffin. A black cat that I killed yesterday. I gutted it and shaved an inverted cross into it’s fur between it’s eyes. This wonderful trinket will be left in their bed while they are at work. Under the covers so that they don’t find it until they turn in for the night. I can keep this up for ever if I have to, but I believe after a few weeks of little surprises they will be more then ready to pack.
I watched as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the toilet, flushing it. She was fighting to breath and he was not having any of it. But when she started to pass out he pulled her up and punched her full force in the face. As the blood flew from her face, the cum gushed out of my cunt. He was just getting started. Carving his name into her flesh, shoving anything he could get his hands on into what ever part of her was close at the time. Violating her tender little body in ways she couldn’t even imagine in her darkest nightmares. Soon she wasn’t even able to scream and her eyes were glassy and distant. She had shut down. I poured a nice big pitcher of ice cold water on her to bring her back long enough for her to feel the final moments of her pitiful life. I love watching him frenzied and out of control, causing as much pain as he can.