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I’m usually all about bloody snuff chat, but I’ve decided to take a more maternal approach with my own brats in a little teen rape porn fantasy. My son Bobby and his younger sister Faith fell into my control recently, and I’ve been giving my boy some “homework” if you will. I’ve been training his cock to rise to photos of young, naked girls. I started with close ups of their soft little soles, the swell of their navels, those perfect little princess parts, flat tits with perky little button nipples, soft lips covered in cum. My son took to those immediately! Over the course of a few weeks, with my SVU contact providing the photos, my hot son got very turned on by young little girls. It was then I started showing him photos of his sister! It took him another few weeks to realize I was training him to be a PDaddy! I told him one night after he’d busted a hot nut to these explicit materials that one day he was going to marry his little sister Faith and put a baby in her. Now? We spend our mornings trying to breed. I always tell him in times of trouble “I know it’s difficult, but have a little Faith!” We laugh, and then we act out my rape fantasies on my stupid cunt daughter using my Ptrained son’s cock.
“But I’m not gay!” My victim was screaming, one of the sickos I’d hunted down from my taboo phone sex sessions. I had slipped into his house in the middle of the night. I knew his wife and their brats were out of town for the week. He’d showed off his big McMansion to me on our nasty Zoom calls, so I knew just where to go. I’d slipped into bed beside him like a venomous snake, and ran a hand over his cock. Well it sprung to life, and so did he. He was in a panic, but I cocked the gun, flipped on the lights, and pressed the muzzle against his shaking temple.
“Indigo!” He cried out, looking me over. I was dressed to kill, perhaps literally if this taboo phone sex slut didn’t comply. “Aww, Danny you look so happy to see me.” I snarled. I was here for a reason! In honor of Veteran’s day, I was going to make this homophobic piece of trash jack off veterans in nursing homes. I knew the entire idea was torturous to this stupid mother fucker, and that only drove me deeper into my devilish devices. I dragged him from bed and made him dress up like a stupid sissy slut.
Then, I drove him to the nursing home where my Pappy’s at, and brought him in the side door. The halls were lined with Veterans sitting on benches or in their wheelchairs. They all were in patriotic bathrobes, and when I whistled they all opened those robes to expose viagra-powered dicks. With a gun to his head, I forced Danny down the hallway. He’d be jerking my Pappy off first!
“But I’m not gay!” He screamed. I slapped him hand, and forced him to wrap his hand around Pappy’s shriveled dick. I made him give each and every veteran in that hallway a handjob as tears poured down his homophobic face. I do more than just taboo phone sex. I live it. This night, this forcing an asshole to be a fag and jerk off some veterans is a tamer torture than most of my victims suffer. I hear Danny’s addicted to cock now, though. Maybe jacking off seventeen veterans shifted his twisted little taboo brain.
You were bound tightly with duct tape as you bounced around the trunk of my car. I didn’t have much a mind to let you out. We were almost back to my place, and my pussy was soaked. When I saw you at the Farmer’s market, I knew I had to have you for myself. Your little girlfriend was cute, but her body will happily feed the catfish at the bottom of the bayou. I slit her throat while she watched be bind you up for transport. Once I got you home, I rolled you down to my basement, and followed you down. Every click of my heels on the floor was driving you insane, wasn’t it? I had you suspended in no time, and proceeded to pull out your big cock. Only, it wasn’t a big cock. it was a pathetic little shrimp. I’d been duped! In anger, I grabbed my blowtorch, and started raising up pretty designs all over his skin.
I love getting a little wild in my snuff fantasies. Take, for example, the fact that I was recently a pirate Queen aboard my raider ship. We took captives, and I intended to sell those slaves all off to the highest bidder. I was even kind, and let them keep warm with the sheep all stowed down below in my leaky little hull. One of them got smart, so I hoisted the colors high and suspended him inverted like.
A tiny prick to his cheek with my dagger only smarted him, but it got his blood in the water. I knew my grey little brutes would come. Piece by piece I dismembered that man while I kept his bowels in his belly. I was getting so wet from the thrill of it all, I barely noticed my first mate’s hard cock brushing past me as he went to cut the bleeding man down into the water.
The sharks were snapping, and devoured him delightfully. I then called my first mate to my Captain’s quarters, and we made a hot fuck session all covered in that shark bait’s blood. I came harder than I had in a while. It got me thinking, I might slaughter them one by one until they learned to behave.
I get asked if I’m a slutty satanist, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. I worship the blood I spill from the veins of insolent whores and innocents. I pray to the screams and pleads my victims offer me. My divine is the final breath, that last pulsing heart beat, before I snuff out my prey. I’m a blood witch through and through, eager to come and butcher you, or with you if you’re the right type.
If you’re not, you’ll have to find out the hard way at the wrong end of my knife. I don’t like a quick snuff, I like a slow scene where I can lavish in the final breaths and baited instances of your complete failure to survive in this horrid world. I will be your Alpha and your Omega, and you will worship the carnage I leave behind in my wake.
You like stories sweetie? Here’s one for you. You ever cut the still-incubating bean out of a breeding bitch? You know just what I mean. Think of this! Ivory skin, ruby hair and lips, emerald eyes and nine months pregnant ready to bust wide open!
I caught this whore trying to secretly give birth out in the woods, and so I dragged her back to my house, called up my neighbor, and he came to help me deal with the whore! Don’t worry, we didn’t hurt the angels. We did take out time with the Mother, though. Once removing the sweet little loves, we went to work on her. We made her cut off her own tits, and had her drink bloody milk from her detached nipple.
It was slow but pleasurable work, using the blood as lubrication to masturbate my own body with her amputated hands. The body was simple enough to dispose of. We took her out down the river, and lay her body in the water. The fish and maceration would do the rest. Now I can raise up my Remus and Romulus in my own image; that of a sadistic, blood thirsty butcher. I know they’ll love this, too.
I spent my time in college prowling campus for an accomplice worthy of my time. I needed someone strong, sadistic, and salivating for suffering. I watched the “uni-bomber” brats with great interest, but it was one of the Air Force ROTC that caught my eye. Jack was, in all things, an American Good Ol’ Boy, and I was aching in my cunt to corrupt him.
After a few dates, I managed to get my gentleman to admit he was addicted to the idea of adultery and aggressive assault of the nasty sluts in my dorm. Lucky for me, they all thought Jack was a hunk and barely let me near him when they were around. Well, one by one he lured them into the basement of his off campus housing, and chained them with the others.
When he called me so excited, he told me he had a bloody bouquet waiting for me. I arrived dressed in my best only to find a basement full of torture sluts. And then, it was time for a real snuff panty party. We spent all night, all weekend, shit all week tormenting those ballerina barbies one by one. That ought to teach those whores to fuck off and leave me be.
I love to do a little snuffing in the fantasy of my mind; listen to this one. You are a rich billionaire who’s decided to blast into space, and I’m a rocket scientist. I want to get you out on a space walk, and torment the shit out of you. You see, I’ve made some special adjustments to your space suit. The boots will super heat the soles of your feet, and the suit itself will electrocute you.
If you let go of the rungs out these, you’re liable to float away into space. I watch you contentedly from inside the shuttle pod, grinning through a window as I shock you on and off. Finally, you start crying. Your eyes are burning. You can’t see.
In an act of desperation, you rip your space helmet off, and I get to watch your pathetic billionaire body plummet back down to the ground, a fucking fireball in the end. Too extreme? Shut up, you pussy.
James was not yet a saint, merely a man – an Apostle of Christ, the one my sister Mary Magdalene had gotten knocked up by. James was a cutie, a devout man who I’d been chasing down for months. Finally, I got the courage to slip into his tent one night, as Jesus had come into mine to stuff Mary Mags full of that Divine cum.
James was shocked to see me, but I was dressed to impress and he couldn’t resist my elegant form in the lantern light. “Indigo?” He asked with such confusion, not expecting to have seen me there. I stripped quickly, and his jaw hit the floor as his cock rose to the Heavens. “Jesus said you get a reward.” I grinned wickedly. James got to his knees, and began to immediately worship the most holy gift of God – my perfect pussy.
It wasn’t long before I was cumming all over Saint James face, blessing him with my feminine juices and a loud fucking cum. I was screaming his name so loud Lazarus must have heard me. I knew I could turn him to my causes; ending the fucking Roman Empire. The first step of that was ending Jesus Christ himself.
I would willingly turn myself over to Lord Dracula himself, and be his willing slave. The idea of submitting to a vampiric overlord who will gain nourishment from drinking my blood. I would be his bride, let him ravage my body, ravishing me deliciously, sexually. I’m a huntress at heart, and the ability to transform into an apex predator is so alluring I’m soaking fucking wet at just the thought.
Imagine it; it’s late, and the heavy beat of an underground inner city club pulses through your veins. I can smell you, the hormones on you are unmistakable; horny human male. I’m dressed like the Devil in disguise, a seductress of the highest reform. My cunt is wet, and my nipples press hard and pierced through my skin tight leather get up. You spot me from across the room, and I can see the hunger in your eyes. You mistake my desire to taste you for lust; though blood lust is just as intoxicating.
You follow me into the alley, a silly mistake. Mortals are always so trusting; I was. Now, I’ll bite into your veins and use you for my sexual pleasure. I’m draining every last drop of blood from you, making you beg me for breath. Arise as my undead slave, and worship Dracula’s Bride for all eternity.