This stupid bitch really pissed me off when she started running her mouth. She should have learned her lesson the first time I beat the crap out of her and fucked her with my pistol. Yeah, right, a bimbo knows no better and I am going to really teach her this time. My gang, well four of them anyway, and I will be paying her family a little visit tonight.
At a half past midnight we made our move on the house. Slipping in the back door after professionally jimmying the lock we prepared ourselves for gathering the occupants. I went directly to the little sluts room myself. Awakening the floozy I taped her mouth bound her wrists and held my gun to her back as I led her down to the main room where my guys had her family.
Seeing her sister, brother and both parents all bound back to back had her whimpering. The little slut was drug down to watch as we tortured and fucked her family with whatever objects we could find. The whole time blaming her for what they are going through. Explaining to her family how fucking stupid the little wrench is. I walked over to her father ran the blade of my knife gently along his neck as I whispered how I have little remorse for the family of this little whore. I went into how she will be taught a lesson at their expense as the first attempt of beating the crap out of her didn’t work. All the while I crawl on top of her old man and started fucking riding his cock. Making his wife watch as I fucked her husband and to let her see how much he was fucking enjoying my cunt on his dick.
The four guys had her mother bent over a table and they took turns fucking her ass. They took her hard and rough, she fucking liked it. We laughed as we sliced the brother and sisters clothes off. The dumb bitch started begging me, she was sobbing and begging to please let her kill her family to make up for her dumb mouth. I looked at her and laughed. “You’re not getting off that easy sweet pea” I cooed at her.
“You see sweetums, your family doesn’t deserve this, and are suffering for your actions, but that’s just how things work”. I walk around her caressing my knife around her neck as I circled her. “You filthy slut, I am going to let them take their feelings that have been invoked this evening, out on you”. With that I pull her mother up and hand her my knife while my gun is fixed on her. “Go ahead mother, let your dirty slut daughter get what she deserves, you know you’re dying to get your revenge for the shit you’ve gone through tonight, heck all her life she’s brought you grief, go ahead…” With that the mother sank my dagger in her daughter’s chest with all her might. She hit the bullseye, and we all stood there watching the dumb whore bleed out.
This dream I had the other night was rather bizarre. I suppose it had to do with the horror movie marathon we did that evening. I was the accomplice to a murderous scientist that managed to manipulate a virus into blood rain. My flesh was greyish green and I had wounds and scars all over me. The hideous scientist would inject me with his penic loaded with antiviral serum by fucking me in every hole.
This evil genius was so fucking hideous and he had this huge penis that oozed green serum. I was force fed this goo with his cock shoved in my mouth. He kept calling me his sinlicious accomplice. I am his succubus seducing and infecting my victims of both sexes. My cunt will infect them with a deadly virus and while this all is going on the rain turns to blood full of viral molecules.
My scientist of pure evil manifestations continues to infect others making a whole new breed of anti-humans. These things are wandering the streets feeding on human victims and infecting those they allow to live. People fear the zombie apocalypse, but the real fear should be of these things that look fairly normal. They cloak themselves to appear normal and the only telltale sign are their red eyes.
The creatures real identity will only manifest during their feasting period while they penetrate victims with their unsightly fuckrods of venom. There doesn’t seem to be a cure for this continued manipulation of the human DNA as my mad scientist continues to manipulate and alter the molecular structures being released into the air we all breathe.
Please, I would beg my scientist of manipulation, stop this madness! Begging him I willfully take his cock inside me allowing him to fill me with his serum, to compel him to bring this epidemic to an end. Please help me in spreading the word or I will fuck you into oblivion.
God Damn I hate that bitch Cindy, the fucking bimbo staying with my main man. She’s answering his phone, and thinks that all because she’s giving her slut trap up to him she owns him. No way, NO Fucking WAY! I fucking told him, seriously warned that mother fucker if his little tramp picks his fucking phone again and tells me he’s not there…
Well the mother fucker Jackson failed to relay my message or is just THAT fucking pussy whipped… I tore off on my bike to his stinking fucking flat and show the little cunt who’s boss. I stormed into his place and grabbed the skank up by her fucking pink bimbo ponytail. The filthy little skank with the syphiliticcunt tried getting out of my grip. I dragged her across the floor in her little pink sex kitten panties and t-shirt. Pulled the little whore into the bathroom as I told her she is to never fucking ever try telling me MY mother fucking Bro. ain’t home. Told this little human toilet that she has NO right answering Jacksons Fucking phone. Bitch just fucking whimpered.
I grabbed her fucking head and shoved the cunts face in the toilet bowl, one booted foot holding her head in the bowl as I pulled down my leggings and hiked my leather skirt up. I sat on this bitches head as she was face down in the shit stained toilet and took a fucking crap and pissed all over the sweet piece of sluttrap.
I got up took my knife out cut her t-shirt off and wiped myself with it. I yanked the filthy skanks head out as she gasped and spit I shoved her shit rag tshirt in her mouth. I kicked the whore in her cunt, and left her there as I went to find Jackson. The little worthless cock ruling faggot was shaking in the hallway. I took my blade and rubbed along his cheek drawing the smallest little warning slit in his cheek. I pushed his head down and shoved it up my skirt and told him to start fucking licking.
“Clean the fucking mess up your filthy trap left me with, and be sure to lick my shit shoot clean mother fucker”. I’m done with you and your pussy ass, I can’t fucking trust a some twat whipped son of a bitch to be my wingman. I don’t wanna see your fucking face or hear your fucking voice again. Slicing at his fuckstick with a quick swipe as I left his place. I’m done with that fuck bate.
Kevin and I have this “Unique” relationship, after all we’re both married, to other people. However, marriage isn’t the only thing we have in common, not by a long shot. The two of us met in rehab, and I still get such a rush when the powder comes out and the syringes filled with a special cocktail…
We started our fucked up “relationship” one evening when we said fuck these pencil dick meetings. We both needed a rush, so I snuck into my Aunts house (she’s a CNP), and often has what I want locked up for her home care patients. I had a key made a long time ago and she is never the most diligent on keeping accurate inventory records. I grab a couple syringes and chose my cocktail of fluid and pills.
Kevin was waiting in his van a block over I slipped out the back and through an alleyway back to his van. We drove a mile down to a secluded area. I filled a syringe with a special mixture of heroin and ketamine, and then another two with liquid cocaine and heroin. I secured the syringes and put a line down for each of us of blow, we snorted savored and were ready. Driving over to the Mall parking garage we parked and I got out. I went into the department store to hunt out our prey.
I spotted the perfect rape phone sex fantasy victim and stalked her out to the garage. As she was approaching where we parked I made my move. This slut Belle has been on Kevin’s radar for some time now and he knew her routine. My pace picked up and as she was rifling through her bag for her keys I bumped into her hard.
Having bumped into Belle at the rear of the van I took the “bump” to plunge the syringe into her hip. She was shocked, and had no idea what was happening as the van door opened where Kevin and I shoved her into the van without anyone seeing.
Belle was groggily trying to comprehend what was happening as the drugs took effect. I bound her wrists and I slipped her panties off her and shoved them in her mouth. I started cutting Belles pretty dress off with my knife. Her flesh was so smooth I couldn’t resist slicing the blade across her wrists. Kevin parked in our secluded hideaway and came to the back. He took in her luscious flesh the curve of her breasts and her sweet trimmed cunt.
Kevin really enjoys watching me rough her up and handed me a large black dildo from the bag with a strap-on. I strapped this huge dick on and just started wailing at her pussy making the bitch get so fucking wet. I grabbed another syringe as Kevin started getting between her legs pulling his dick out. As he was just about to slide in I slammed the needle plunging the cocktail into him.
He was getting so fucking high and just kept fucking her with his rape phone sex fantasies. We fucked Belle all evening into day break and fucked her some more. By this time she was awake and well aware we had drugged her up and used her up. Belle will never be innocent after the night we abducted her.
I’ve had this chef pursuing me for some time now, and we’ve flirted a little in crossing paths in visiting our professional knife sharpener friend. Well this chef is a client of my friend that does blacksmithing, metal work, and services numerous culinary masters in proper care for their tools of the trade. One afternoon I was just arriving with a couple of my stilettos, and my favorite butcher and carver knives to have prepped for the weekend. I was planning a pig roast, bar-b-q and bonfire for a gang of my biker friends. I have planned on raiding a pumpkin patch later tonight to grab some pumpkins for some creative party fun.
In passing chef man we conversed briefly and he told me he really wanted me to stop in his restaurant after 9pm he had a surprise for me, and to sweeten the deal, he said he made some chocolate raspberry truffles for me. Well 9pm was still to early for my little raid so I shrugged and said maybe I’ll stop by. I actually schemed a little in my head thinking I could persuade him to assist. He has a black pick up truck that would be much easier for the heist.
I swung by his place on my bike just as the last guest was leaving. Corey greeted me in the dining room where he escorted me to the kitchen. He presented me with these really awesome truffles and poured me a red zinfandel. Sipping the wine and nibbling on a truffle I watched him as he was packing up all of his carving tools in awe. Well, I had no idea you were an culinary artist, Corey.
At that comment he turned to me with a rather glistening large carving knife. I was sitting up on a stainless steel work table as he approached me holding the knife in a rather questionable way. He stood in front of me as I started feeling light headed but was well aware his hand was on my thigh. Attempting to inch away actually seemed to fuel something inside him.
This look came over his face both his hands where on my thighs thrusting them apart as he ran the razor sharp blade across my inner thigh. Drawing blood he leaned in and started lapping at the slit he made on my thigh. At this point I was losing consciousness. He continued to lap at the crimson stain across my inner thigh moving up his tongue sliding across my clit. He started licking along my pussy lips I could see what he was doing but couldn’t speak or move. He would lick at the cut and then run his tongue with my blood on it over my clit and suck it before probing inside my cunt with his tongue. Going in and out of consciousness I saw him grab another shiny tool. In the little consciousness I had I caught a glimpse of a fair skinned blonde female, naked in the corner tied to a chair. I couldn’t tell if she was alive and kept drifting in and out.
He wheeled her over in front of me, and reached out to steady me as he lifted the wine to my lips again. It tasted different, iron, warm tangy… mmm… this wasn’t wine. I was awakening a little and he made sure I could see the other female in front of me. He took a smaller paring knife like blade and started running the blade over her flat chest, in a pattern. Yes, a pattern. It seems he was carving something in this females flesh. He was carving my name across her chest. He went and grabbed another tool, a motorized rotary tool. I tried hard not to watch but he wouldn’t have it.
Corey grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and had attached a large steel circular blade to the tool. Putting the motorized saw in my hand he guided my hand and blade to this females wrist. Spattering blood her flesh tears the sound of the blade hitting the bone her eyes fling open terror in her face. She makes no noise as her tongue was cut out. Corey looked at me and kissed me forcing the removed tongue in my mouth mouthing for me to chew. He puts the wine to my mouth and i gulp it down. The tongue had been sauteed in balsamic and olive oil, and tasted divine.
“You’re now my accomplice Dusty, why carve pumpkins when we can carve something more fulfilling?”
There’s this new guy in my building and he looks super yummy. I have run into him a time or two at the mail boxes or in the convenience store across the road. He seems to be a bit on the nocturnal side also. Well one night I was unloading some bags out of my car and noticed him with what looked like a real lame blonde bimbo. Oh well, I thought to myself, he’s obviously lamer than I hoped.
Later that night I was getting on my bike to head out to the bar when I saw him again, alone this time. He actually approached me and commented on my ride. Thanking him and after a brief intro I revved up to go when he put his hand on my arm, and asked if I was in a hurry to be somewhere. Giving him a questioning look as I idled the engine he asked if I would be interested in coming up to his place he had a proposition for me. Now I was a little intrigued and a little on the what the fuck side.
Shutting off the engine and dismounting my bike I grabbed my bag and pulled my gun out of the storage spot and slipped it in my jacket. He didn’t seem to worried or freaked that I was toting a firearm. I tossed back at him how I never go anywhere without it unless it’s locked in my gun safe, and that I’m licensed. He still just appeared indifferent like it was a normal thing, he’s getting a few points, almost flushing that he appears to like blonde bimbos.
Up at his place he opened the door and I was surprised by how immaculately clean and was nicely decorated on a darker side. Lots of red, black and deep purples with sculls and knives. “So, what’s this big proposition Greg?” He leads me to a back bedroom and opens the door. There’s the bimbo, tied up, gagged and passed out. He watched me for an expression. Glancing at him I just stated “well that’s a relief”, and “so… you still haven’t clued me in on this big proposition”. As he still kind of looked at questioningly, “well when I saw you with this bimbo it was a little of a disappointment is all”.
I looked around the room and noticed it was sound proofed which made me smile a little more. “So, where’s your bass?” he started saying something then “wait, how’d you know…?” The sound proofing, professional acoustic sound proofing that assists in recording acoustics on top of sound proofing..” then “never mind all that what’s the big deal”? So, his response was “I need an accomplice”, and “ok, I have a confession, I have seen you around and even followed you one night, and well… I have seen what I needed to confirm that you would be the perfect partner for this..” He continued on as I leaned against the door frame, “I have this fantasy of having a brutal fucking female accomplice to assist in fucking up some annoying bimbo, maybe even snuffing her out”. He continued that he then wanted to brutally fuck her as she nears her death and as a finally we snuff her out putting a plastic bag over head while you penetrate her from behind with a strap on and I fuck you from behind vaginally and cum inside you as her last breath leaves her body life enters yours”.
He continued “as I further think about it that gun of yours would be a hot addition fucking her with it while she’s alive and lucid, and then forcing her to suck it clean threatening with finger on trigger, and I also think taking that hunting knife of yours to her neck while she’s on her back and I fuck her asking if it’s what she wanted, to be fucked by me..” As I consider and respond I mention that I would find more pleasure in it if I could draw the blade across her flesh bleeding her pathetic body…” We both look to her and smile, “Dusty meet Stephanie…” she was coming to and her eyes got so big.
The survival game is under way and I have a test run to show my skill. These tests are not for the weak or unfit, and they are far from being “play”. As a matter of how things are done these games are real. My weapon for survival this round is my makeshift bow with poison arrows. The arrows are very real, but for the test run they are without too much poison, a little on the tip as I’d hate to waste perfectly good poison on a stiff.
We ascended these stairs that led us into a natural arena for our battle. This test of skill and agility has my adrenalin pumping and I am so fucking horny! Once I get through this test there’s a nice prize awaiting me at the other side.
Running, climbing and jumping through the test course I have to be on my toes and ready to shoot. I see a movement to my right and I aim my bow and set in my arrow ducking behind a tree I take aim. I hear a thud and run to see my target, I had hit one of the other “players” and he was down. I got him right between the eyes and he is going into a series of spasms. Fuck, I think he was actually hit with more poison than I realized and is in the process of dying!
I have no fucking idea what to do as I sneak back into the game and run through the rest of the course. It’s my knowledge that they clean up and I need not worry, after all I sign the very same release form. These games aren’t play and we have to be over 21 and sign away releasing participants.
Awaiting me at the end was a wonderful party and some of the purest cocaine yet. My adrenaline was pumping and I was just wanting to snort a fat line and get my fucking dripping pussy pounded!
A special friend and myself met up one night to practice a ritual to invoke Pan. I met Karma one night as I was sacrificing a sweet virginal male. This dude was such a pathetic excuse for a male in that he was just awkward and unable to man up. I needed his penis and blood to offer up to Pan, my demon lover. Karma was at the club that night when I picked this dude up. She must have followed us to my private area in the woods.
Karma joined me under the full moon for the invocation of Pan. Karma was in charge of bringing along another virgin male for us to snuff out, bleed and fuck. Fucking his dead corpse as he entered rigor mortis was so fucking exhilarating and empowering for both of us. But achieving our main quest is the most exhilarating thing by far.
Upon our chanting and painting out naked flesh with the virginal blood our arousal levels grew. We were making out by the fire enticing in our carnal needs of sex, sex and more sex. The two of us fucked fireside until our incantation appeared. Pan came to us in the peek of our carnal feast.
Having Pan actually standing before me was beyond my wildest desires. His form was amazing and his cock was even more amazing. The three of us fucked and savagely went at each other into the break of dawn. Having my demon lover Pan cumming inside me was more fulfilling and ecstatic a sensation than I have ever felt before.
We were out at the park after dark just after midnight on the night of a full moon when it happened. I have no idea what came over me or how the hell it happened, but the guy I was with didn’t survive. Having stepped out from the Black Metal show we were attending…
I didn’t even know the dudes name we were flirting, drinking, and decided to go smoke a joint together. I always keep my bag with the door guy and grabbed it on the way out as I never step outside without it. I carry my gun and a couple knives in there, along with my special “party favors”. Pulling out a joint from my bag I noticed something didn’t seem right. Once the joint was lit it had a different taste to it in fact it had us feeling pretty whacked.
We smoked and decided to go over to the swings in the park and chill. I pulled out a flask of what was supposed to be Jack, but in taking a swig it had an acrid taste to it, like blood. Fuck it was blood, and what appeared to be vodka, where the hell did this shit come from?! I actually kinda liked the warmth it gave me and had a couple more swigs. Dude was hitting a fifth of jagermeister and suddenly I was in some sort of daze.
Knife in hand, blood everywhere, and a cold dead body of some dude beneath me with his pants down. My panties were off and I felt something sticky dripping from my cunt… blood and seaman. In a daze I lick my knife clean and it still isn’t quite registering with me what had happened. Looking at this corpse of a man I notice his penis has been severed, and I had a very upset feeling in my stomach. There is no way, I couldn’t have, did I?!
Having had to find a new hook-up for blow I was fairly desperate in my search without it being a set-up, fucking pigs are so sheisty. So, in my search I have to flirt alot and act interested in some of the biggest dirt balls. Per word of mouth when I followed this coked up bitch to the ladies room I was able to hone in on a dealer. I got the slut to share her blow with me and it was pretty damn fucking good. After getting his name and description from her I made my move.
This fucking dick head asshole was a total fucking creep, and it makes me cringe thinking about him. I had to get the asswad to trust I wasn’t some sheister whore. So I had to lay the flirty whorism on strong. I got him to go back to the bathroom with me and had to give him a fucking blow job for a test and to get a bump. Gawd he was soo disgusting. Once I got his trust we were about business and I followed him back to his condo.
So up in his condo I was hoping to get down to business and working out the deals for future hook-ups for blow, and nothing else. I reiterated to him I was not interested in fucking him, nor any other form of physical contact other than the dealings and doing of blow. He got super creepy and was trying to get me to fuck him. The fuckwad even tried getting me wasted and slipping a fucking rufi in my drink. I caught him doing that shit and threw the drink in his face. This fucking snake got all enraged and started coming at me. I opened the patio door and backed outside to the balcony. He kept coming and I wrestled with him a little and he tried strangling me, dumb fucking move faggot. I kneed his fucking balls and as he lurched at me again I moved aside tripped his dumb ass where he fell into the rail flailing to get at me when I grabbed his leg and boosted his loser ass over the edge.
The asshole fuckhead fell four stories over the balcony and into some bushes. I went back inside, and found his stash of coke and snuck out the back way got on my bike and sped off.
