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Few know, but I’m a true sadistic bitch. In my basement, I keep an underground aquarium of about three hundred thousand gallons. My ex boyfriend had it built for me; he was a Clinton cousin, and I used him for his wallet before he was the first one to go. My current victim dangled by his ankles above the hole in the floor. I pricked my finger with my dagger, dripping a few drops of blood in the water below him. I turned the lights on, and showed him the sharks beneath him. He was begging for his life, making my cunt wetter and wetter.
“If I tell you the codes, will you let me go?” He pleaded, watching me finger my cunt. “I will release you if you tell me the codes. Oh, and what’s your biggest fear?” I chuckle. He begins blabbering some crazy code, one I paid no mind to. “I’m afraid to drown!” He shouted. I smirked. “Good.” “Please release me!” He screamed. “Hmm, okay!:” I said, pressing a button and releasing his bound body down into my aquarium. The sharks brushed by him as I shut off the lights, shutting the door above him. He would either drown in the dark, or bleed out in between shark teeth.
I started with one house, on the edge of the development. Before the week was through, I had snuffed out at least one bimbo whore, young slut, or dirty Daddy in every house within a block radius. People were terrified. I switched to the other side of town, slaughtering a street in a night. I was getting faster, more profound and creative with my maliciously sadistic murders. Every dawn, I was creeping into my crypt and playing with my Murderess pussy until at least noon. I would edge myself, and relive each and every life I snuffed out. It made me dripping wet, knowing I caused the last beat of their heart.
What I needed was a Christmas finale, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t deliver. I recreated the nativity scene on the lawn of the church, all butchered and bloodied, with sweet innocent Jesus played by the Mayor’s little angel himself. Let me tell you how excited everyone got when they found my blasphemous, sick little scene. I sat in a window nearby, cumming again and again as I watched the horrified looks and grief spread through the crowd as they identified their relatives in my mutilation Christmas miracle.
The bubbles slipped slowly from her lips, the panic in her eyes apparent. I’d been at this, on and off for hours. She was a broken, wet whore. I was a soaking wet whore. My cunt was dripping from the torture I was putting this pathetic bitch through. She started to fight a bit, squirming. She couldn’t hold her breath for much longer, and very shortly that was going to become very problematic for her. I was getting so bored, after all. I pricked her inner thigh with my butterfly knife, causing a wild torrent of bubbles to stream from her regretful mouth. It was getting so hard to contain myself. I was quickly becoming too horny to focus on what I was doing to this whore.
I watched how fearfully she stared as the last breath left her. Now, she had to hold her lungs empty for as long as she fucking possibly could. I watched the panic ripple across her face as she silently begged me not to snuff out her meager existence. I let her up at the last possible second, dragging her to the chambers across the hall. Inside was a huge glass cage. I chained her in it, sealed the door, and left. The trickle of water started. She could spend the next twelve hours panicking as the water levels slowly rose. I’d be fucking to the show.
Have you ever met a vampire before? Am I the succubus you thought I would be? Delicious, now come here pet and lay in my lap. I’m going to feed on you a bit before we go hunting tonight, hmm? Yes, that’s it. Let me bite into your neck, tearing your pretty soft skin with my scalpel sharp canines. You always get so hard when I drink from you, and I can never resist reaching a hang down and slowly stroking that thick accomplice cock.
I only drink a bit. We hit the streets well after dark. I’m craving fresh, young blood. I always let you choose my meals for me. Tonight, you found me a set of supple young twin girls who’s mother was absorbed in taking a selfie. We dashed off with those little angels, and took them down to the lake. In the shade of the oak tree, I drank from one, then the other. Their blood was so sweet in my mouth. I could see their arousal as I drained them, the wetness soaking through their innocent panties. I rubbed those princess pussies, making each little girl cum as I literally sucked the life from her.
I was asked to make the big holiday dinner for work this year, and I grinned cunningly at those faces around me. “I’ll make a meal to die for.” I chuckled. They thanked me, hypnotized by my charms and unaware that I truly am an agent of Evil itself. I decided I would give these corporate pricks more than they bargained for. I collected little darlings, and for a week I fed them wonderfully. They were spoiled with sweets, and herbs, and spices, and wines to keep them calm. I fed from them, letting my fangs sink into their neck here and there to sample their sweet blood whiskey I was craving more than anything.
The night before, I slaughtered and carved up my little lambs, and marinated those tender steaks. I cooked all day, feverishly. My little innocents got their bones used for stock, and I made a hearty soup from their organs, and some vegetables from my own garden. It was delicious, up until I added the arsenic. Then I let it simmer away, soaking wet and delighted at the feast that awaited my coworker cohorts.
They came, and I served them a delicious, robust meal. I stayed busy refilling decanters and wine glasses. None of them noticed I only picked from certain dishes. They complimented my steak, and asked what it was. I grinned, nonchalantly stroking my cunt under the table in a moment of rest, as I chuckled, “Goat. It’s young goat.” They were in awe. And then, the sickness set in as the apple cyanide custard was a sure hit. Cleaning up that evening, I stacked my bonfire high, cumming in front of the flames as I praised Baphomet.
The knife was whispering across his skin as he begged me not to hurt him. I laughed quietly, knowing that was all that he would know from now on. Running the blade gently, I drew tiny streaks of blood. He would not stop whining, so I dragged the knife down towards his cock. He was uncut, and although I prefer uncircumcised cocks, this one was getting on my nerves. I grabbed a handful of his cock, and slid the knife right through it at the base. He screamed, so I shoved that detached cock right in his open mouth. “Here’s your circumcision, bitch.” I laughed cruelly.
I spent hours skinning him after I cauterized his bleeding little stump. I really love the way his eyes pleaded with me first for release, then for mercy, and then for death. I would give him one of those, and he and I both knew which one it would be. It was a slow death for him, skinning him alive and rubbing sultry, salty seasonings into his flesh. I intended to roast this one; he had good muscle with just enough fat to be absolutely delicious. I know how to slowly roast, to keep them alive for as long as possible as the meat cooks. The fear gives the flesh such a fantastic flavoring, I can’t even begin to describe it.
I took my time, flayed him good and seasoned him right. He was going to be a delicious treat. I tied his hands behind his back, and bound him tightly to the large, wooden stake. I would be roasting him over open flames! The smoke, of course, was going to fill up the neighborhood. Everyone would wonder what smelled so fucking good; it’s your piggy chief of police honey. Come over and grab a bite!
Ice fishing is something my Daddy taught me all about, besides sucking cock and being the perfect huntress; how to cut a hole, and how to seal one up. Well, I’ve found I have an overabundance of worthless breathing bodies in my underground playground, and I’ve decided to be a sick and twisted sadistic bitch in getting rid of these fucking people. I’m going to shuffle them out, three by three, across the ice in the dead of night; there’s no one around here on my Daddy’s neighbor’s land anyway. I figured I’d take them off family property to dispose of these fucking worthless creatures.
The neighbors are old, and never use their lake. I had them watch as I cut the hole. I told them only one would survive, and they had to push each other into the hole.Those filthy animals shoved in the water would be swept away by the current, and drown hypothermically beneath the thick sheet of ice. I laughed as I watched them fight, rubbing my juicy cunt. Plantation owners did similar; Mandingo fights, they called them. I think that racist shit is nasty and I won’t touch it, but I did steal the idea from those fucking genocidal plantation fucks. Watching them fight and struggle for their lives brought me such joy. Again and again, I’d bring three out. Often the champion remained the same.
Finally, when I only had my strongest beasts, I took them out with the help of my trusted accomplice. I had been edging for the entire week I was drowning these rats, and tonight I was going to cum as I watched my little fight ring beat the fuck out of each other and drown their competition. I was a sick bitch. I told them two could survive, so when only two were left, my accomplice shoved them both in the hole. They stared in horror from down in the freezing water as I came while my accomplice sealed up the ice.
I’m a twisted fucking nightmare baby. You got some sick fucking fantasies? You know which Alaskan Witch to ask.
I told you I was collecting decorations in my basement, didn’t I? Breathing materials to be butchered and rebuilt into one of my greatest creations yet. I wanted to outdo the Human Centipede. I decided to take decorating to the extreme this year; Santa and His Reindeer.
I’ve been cutting and planning, building grotesque prototypes from sawed off bloody body parts, getting my juicy sadistic cunt stuffed with your cock while I do it. I finally decided to give them hooves; I snuck into a local pasture and butchered some bovine beasties, stealing their legs to attach to my sick Holiday sculpture. I sewed those cow legs onto some fat fucks I had harvested from the allies. They screamed, of course. Anesthetic wasn’t something I was offering.
My playground, the one you love more than any other room in my house, was a bloody fucking holiday mess. I had intestines as reins, and had build a sleigh put of still breathing bodies. Glues, and nails, and sewing with silken steel strings proved a sturdy vehicle. My beasts were ready, too. They would even run on their sick fucking legs, the ones I gifted them. I’d mutilated their faces, and made them bits out of detached cocks. All of them had seen my face, but that’s okay. I left them, naked and violently violated, on the steps of City Hall in the middle of a blizzard. My sick Santa creation had frozen to death, all twenty three of my holiday victims sewn together in a grotesque Christmas scene.
The Holidays are upon us, and I think it’s time to decorate. I’ve been collecting ornaments in my basement. They’re loud, and they scream more than my neighbors might like; that’s the reason this season I made sure that my underground playground was sealed up and sound proof. Some of them I’ve already started assembling. Removing original appendages, and sewing on new ones, or fixing on fascinating items to decorate their pathetic bodies. Half of them I’ll leave strewn around the States, a little “Happy Holidays” to the pigs in blue.
The rest are special, my young ones. I intend to do something only attempted before by Jabba the Hutt. I’ll be casting these young angels in gold and silver; some of them will be dipped in live, their death mask forever cast in precious metals. Some I want to appear peaceful; I’ll put them to sleep, or stop their hearts and pose them before I cast them into molten eternity. Those I’ll donate to churches and hospitals, a Holiday miracle to honor the sweet lost offspring. My most beautiful little works of art; unbeknownst to the Clergy that inside those shining statues were the souls of sweet innocence.
I’m a sadistic bitch, but an artist as well. Are you willing to help me collect and assemble more Holiday decorations? I think the Catholic Church down the Boulevard could use a set of new silver Seraphim statues.
We had a new house of whore move in down the block, and it gave me a whole new slew of ideas. I took to sneaking into their home at night, and playing the sickest game of hide and seek. I’d snap videos and take photos of them for hours, and they had no idea. They didn’t know they had a home invader who was gathering blackmail on those bitches.
That’s actually how I made them into my bitches; I got so much dirt on them, I made them into my little fucking slaves. They did everything i said, and I beat the fuck out of them on a regular basis. Maybe they should learn to be a little less mouthy, huh? That’s what I fucking thought. Well, this weekend I made them do something particularly nasty.
I made them compete for their lives. They had to clean the house with only their mouths, and whoever pleased me the least would be skinned alive by the other bitches. I won’t tell you which whore won right off the bat, but I will say I only have one sadistic slutty slave now.