I’m so not the girl that looks for a relationship or to be some guys bitch. At the same time I like having my male friends available for me and under my control solely. One night drinking with a few of my guys I was messing around with some tattoo stuff I acquired. In my fucking around I told my guys that I was going to mark them. They were all going to get the mark of the beast that is Dusty. On each of their inner wrists they were getting an horizontal stitches tattoo.
Just like my own personal harem of men they are marked and owned by me. I have them at my disposal and they love it when I am beating the hell out of some filthy faggot bitch. The poor useless waste of air never knows what they’re in for when they make a move on me. My blood boils when some piece of shit puts their hand on me like they’re worthy of touching me.
My guys know they are extremely lucky that I allow them as part of my inner circle. In fact if they’re lucky to get my mark on them they are lucky to fuck me when I want it. I almost always want a good fucking after I beat and fuck the hell out of some piece of shit son of a bitch. And it’s a beautiful thing when I bash the head in of some bimbo trying to move in on my guys. I must approve of any set of tits that are to come between my guys and me. The bitch has better be worthy and by worthy she has better be able to take a beating from me.
Enjoying the moonlit night sitting outside the Goth Club toking away. Sitting to my right is the hot piece of snatch I lured in. We got her so plastered and for my own pleasure I pulled out my Dior compact mirror, my mini blade and a baggy of the finest white powder. I handed her a small straw after I did a line. She snorted that shit up and her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. I walked her outside where we sat behind the warehouse that housed the club, on a back stoop.
So here I sit with my prey as she lays back I text my boy toy to come out. He finds us in the back and is carrying his coffin box, all dressed to kill *wink*. Smiling as he sits down he opens the latches and pulls out a surgical pack with a needle and tubes. He starts taking her blood, she had some great veins, all the better for bloodletting. As I watch the dark read fluid flow in vial after vial. The trickle starts slowing so he slips the needle out and we in turn replace the needle with one full of smack. Plunging the smack in her arm she starts foaming at the mouth. We leave her there, and depart.
We return to the club and go in the back fetish room with our favorite barkeep. The fetish room is closed tonight as it’s just a Goth EBM night so no shows. With the pulsating tunes of Rosetta Stones’ “Adrenalin” playing we laugh as I sit between the guys and open a nicely aged bottle of Vampyr wine. I got this bottle at a special party at Anne Rice’s place. I pour us a glass each and Paul pulls out the three vials collected earlier and we empty the contents in our glasses. “To the Life Force” we toast. Sipping the exquisite concoction and snorting a couple lines we are feeling good.
There is one more vial of my preys blood left and I strip down to my silk and lace bra, and black silk thongs as Paul drips the blood between my breasts and both guys lick it up as I push Adrian’s head down…
After a little indulgence of flesh and blood between us we decide to sneak out back. There she still lay, her lips are blue, and her eyes all the way back, her milky white flesh calling to us.I absolutely love using my strap-on on a fine stiff…
Indulgence builds up the purest kink within me.
Hate fuck, those were the two words uttered to me when I answered my phone barely awake. Then it becomes clear to me that it was my guy pal Paul talking to me about his ex. He wanted me to be his accomplice in breaking into her house and hate fuck her with him. He knew how much I love fucking bitches up and how I loved a good hate fuck be it a dickhead or some bitch.
I agreed to do this with him the following night. She lives in this quiet suburban neighborhood so we planned on parking over a block and take the alley to the back of her house. We silently got in the fence and he still had a key so we silently opened her kitchen door. I was dressed in a full body latex body suit with long latex gloves. I had on my combat boots and my hair pulled back and up in a scarf.
Paul was wearing black combat fatigues and black leather gloves. I had my bag with the arsenal in it, and when we got in the kitchen I pulled out some duct tape, rope, and a knife. We stealthily made it through the house to her bedroom. “Shit” we both whispered as she wasn’t in her bed. Looking out the window her car wasn’t in the driveway. We had to wait for her damn it, as we were harshly whispering back and forth we heard a car pull up. I hid in the closet while he hid behind her door. As she came it he grabbed her his hand over her mouth arms pinned behind her back as he wrestled her to her bed face down. He shoved her face in the bed with his knee in her back holding her arms. I came out and quickly bound her arms at the wrists. Pulling her head up by her hair while Paul had his hand over her mouth again I ripped some duct tape off the roll and got in on her mouth.
Paul shoved her down on the bed again and I took my knife and started cutting her dress off. I yanked her legs apart and ran the blade over her thighs as I glided the knife over the crotch of her panties. Slicing them off Paul had his cock out and was hard and ready he started fucking her filthy slut cunt and pulling her hair. I got my large strap-on on and got in behind Paul. He pulled out and shoved his dick in her ass. I started fucking that cunt hard and deep while he fucked her ass.
We just fucked her like that for almost an hour taking turns on her holes and fucking her slut mouth making her taste her ass on my strap-on. We made her mouth out toilet after he came down her throat, I straddled her face and unsnapped the crotch of my bodysuit . Pissing in her mouth while her head was being held allowing all my golden nectar to go down her throat. Laughing and slapping her face Paul did the same took a long warm piss on her face.
After nearly allowing her to choke to death we finished up with her and gathered our things and slipped out the way we came as she laid there in fetal position. We got to the car and before we could leave I was so fucking horny I fucked Paul in the driver seat until we both came. Dawn was breaking as Paul dropped me off.
I was hanging out with a couple of the Hellcats at our favorite bar. We were getting plastered and joking about how we would gang up on this weasel that keeps looking at us. All the wild fun we would have with his pathetic fucking “manhood”. Seriously he had best get a life or we will be more than happy to snuff him.
We were joking and laughing so fucking hard this dude decided to actually approach us! We abruptly stopped laughing my two hellions got up and stood to either side of him and held him. I just laughed at him and kicked him in the gut. He tried breaking free of the hellions and could not, in fact they both spit in his face. I went and grabbed my bag from the bar and we hauled this pathetic gimp out to the back lot.
Laughing we bound his wrists at his back I kicked him again, this time in the groin. He keeled over in pain which drove him to his knees. Scrunched over he kept trying to speak and we shut him up shoving a pair of dirty crusty with cum stains panty’s in his mouth to shut him up. We got his pants pulled down and I pulled out my abuse arsenal of goodies. We made our selections laughing about what we were about to do with this fucking gimp.
I put on a pair of PVC elbow length gloves on that were decorated with studs along the knuckles. I strapped on a 12″ long dildo that was 6.5″ thick. My girlfriends each chose equally long cocks only Stacy had hers with studs going down the length and was a slightly under the girth of mine. Bats had chosen the “squirter” which was 12″ and 6″ wide but came with a hole in the dickhead and a tube with a squeeze ball for injecting our gimp with some “juice”. I had a flask of Tequila and we filled this bitch up.
As the leader I get first dibs. I kneel down behind gimp boy and start with shoving my fist in and boy did he squirm ! He tried spitting out the panties and screaming but Bats went around front and shoved her dick in his mouth. I continued fisting his gimp ass and pulled my hand out Bat removed her dick from his mouth so I could shove my shit, assjuice and blood covered PVC hand in his fuck trap. As I gagged him with his ass juice I started taking his ass, raping the hell out of this gimp with my long fat cock.
We all took turns doing him and whenever Bats got her turn she was brutal with that anal shot of Tequila his ripped ass tissue saturated with the liquor enema as it entered his blood stream he was gargling and eyes glazed over as his breathing slowed. Stacy took another shot at him and I took his mouth. We had the gimp on his deathbed in fetal position as we packed up our arsenal doused it all with Tequila set it ablaze just feet from our gimp.
It’s that time of year again and the Hellcats are going to fuck up the town and paint it red. I have a super special treat for my fellow Hellcats, oh how we love some good unholy fun! I stroll into the church at the corner, it’s about 11pm and there’s a full moon. Inside I start gathering some of the items we’ll be needing for tonight’s “Mass”. Hurriedly I gather the holy water vials, a few of the gaudy plastic rosaries and put them around my neck six is my favorite number. Lastly I grab some candles and a bible.
Rushing out I almost forgot the key object of the night. I head to the basement of the church where I find the prize of the night still as I left him. Oh my what a mess my young priest is! Oh, did my holy man piss himself? It’s ok Father, for I will be doing a lot more sinning tonight!
Hauling my gift to the Hellcats out of the rectory where my hurse awaits I open the back door and shove him in the open coffin. Slamming the lid, “you’ll be fine oh Holy Father, I’ve just one more stop before your final destination”. Pulling up to the ER entrance my friendly surgeon awaits with a nice package for me. I peek in the box and it’s exactly what we need!
Back at the clubhouse where my sisters are waiting it’s a quarter to midnight, we better hurry. They help me with the supplies the alter is ready. Hauling our dear father out we set him on the alter where he is stripped bound and gagged. I pull out my utensils and oh the fun we are about to have!
I grab the biggest blade and love the fear in his eyes! I anoint his cock with holy water and we all take turns cutting at his cock and balls mmm castration at its finest!
I went on down to the local poker run stop to see what I can get into. I love this dive biker bar when it’s prime biker season. As a matter of fact, this bar is home to a local biker outlaws. I’ve had my share of fun with these guys, but tonight I’m seeking some brutal fucking fun with one of the biker whores. This fucking filthy slut rag of a cunt whore just annoys the fuck outta me. Ya know, her fucking high pitched laugh makes me want to dig my long sharp black nails into her neck and rip that fucking sound out of her.
So I got a hot tip from my favorite bartender that this little biker slut skank was there and high as hell. The skank is more annoying than ever all fucking coked up and smashed on cheap booze that my fuck buddy will get a total hard-on when he sees me strolling in. He knows how fucking bad I want to fuck this bitch up and knows how fucking wet my cunt gets snuffing the life out of some low down little skank whore.
Strolling in puffing on a clove cigarette my black Coco Chanel shades on, my nails painted black and sharp as a nice German Stiletto knife and blood red lips glistening. I park my leather clad ass down on the bar stool next to the filthy whore and smile as Bobby pours me a triple Jagermeister in a sugar and cocaine rimmed low ball. Rimming the glass as I peer over my shades at him I toss the black liquor back and snuff my clove out on the bitches hand.
She starts to yap he jaws at me and readies for a swing as I block her arm with a grip of my razor nails digging into her flesh. “She’s really getting pissed ain’t she Bobby?” I say in a low voice followed by a laugh.
This bitch hasn’t seen the best of me has she? In no time I had three bikers flanking my back and assisting me out of my leather jacket. Wearing my wife beater and a jewel red bra beneath I lunge at the bitches neck with both hands. I straddle the filthy whore as my nails start ripping into her flesh causing droplets of blood to begin streaming down my nails and hands. Laughing as she tries spitting at me and struggling under my muscular body. Laughing as I rip her larynx out and stifling any sound from her. Watching her eyes roll back as she loses blood, my nails trace down her trampish lace blouse ripping it open. I slide my switchblade between the cunts breast and slicing down her belly as I cut her cheap whore denim skirt off. Her fucking red lace panties are all moist with her pissing herself I can’t help but smirk “you pussy assed whore”.
Standing to my side one of the guys hands me a fat empty liquor bottle and another hands me a fat line on his blade. I snort that bitch up and start slamming the bottle up this whores twat, and I grab a billy club from another guy and work this bitches ass with it fucking ripping her gaping ass good. I pull the bottle and club out smash her in the head with the club and motion to the guys. “Fellas make this filthy dead whore your cum bucket fill her all up and toss her in the trash, I’m done with her”. I turn around and take the head of the gang by his leather lapel and motion to Bobby to come along as I slide my sweet ass up on the pool table where I get a nice injection of heroine and cock. I take every fucking gang member on getting fucked, fisted, hair pulled face slapped and choked until I couldn’t stop squirting.
