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It took me several years to perfect but it was worth it! I have so many trophies of my victims and each one is perfect. They adorn the walls of my bedroom and I spend many hours laying among them rubbing my pussy with a fever while I remember the torture that led up to me being able to make each one.
Researching the process was difficult as the practice is only found in the Amazon, deep in the rain forest and only a few tribes practice the ritual of shrinking a human head.
With each step of the process, my cunt gets wetter and the yearning to cum builds until the final product is created and I can let the cum flow free down my legs like a river of warm water.
After torturing my victim and finally watching them take their last breath I pull the head back exposing the neck and use my favorite machete to cleanly sever it. Carefully I take my scalpel and make a perfect incision up the back of the neck and peel the skin back off the skull. Taking my time I insure that as much of the flesh as possible is still on the skull and not with the skin. This is a very important step and one that took a lot of practice in the beginning as I was impatient. Then I carefully place a few red seeds under the eyelids before I sew them shut with sinew. The next step is to sew the mouth shut and insure that all the fat and flesh are removed from my head. Then I insert a wooden ball to keep my head round. Those were a little tricky to find but finally I came up with using croquet balls that I sanded the paint off of. They work fabulously! Now the glory of watching the head being boiled in a pot of water with just the right herbs and tannins. The smell of this step drives me wild and is like an aphrodisiac! My euphoria is heightening as I prepare the pit of hot rocks where I will dry my head as I mold it in order to keep the best shape I can. Finally I rub it down with ash as is required in the original rituals to prevent the avenging soul of my victim from escaping.
One of my favorite things to do has always been to put on the scrubs I bought from the Salvation Army and hit the hospital. I love the halls that hold the terminally ill, the ones that have the bio hazard signs on the doors, the rooms that are high risk to enter and the halls that smell of rotting flesh while the feeling of despair hangs in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I would often sit in the corner of the room after turning off the morphine drip, waiting for the extreme pain to hit so that I can rub out a good hard orgasm as I listen to them moan in agony. There are a couple of rooms that have great nooks that I can hide in. Those particular rooms are used to perform medical procedures that aren’t generally performed in a normal room. I have been able to witness several invasive procedures in these rooms that not only brought me great pleasure but gave me intense material to share with others on medical fetish phone sex calls. One time especially comes to mind. When I walked into his room the smell of rotting flesh was so strong that it almost made me gag. And I don’t gag easy. I pulled back the sheet and saw a huge chunk of flesh that was swollen, red and infected. i knew the flesh was deteriorating from the inside out. I heard the footsteps and backed into my hiding place and as I watched the doctor inject the Novocaine my heart sunk. Why do they do this? I kept watching and when I saw the scalpel sink into the skin, I felt the moisture begin to build in my panties. Watching the spewing puss and chunks of flesh, the stench that the infection produced when released, all served to stir the darkness inside me and I started to cum. I had to cover my mouth to stop the moan of pleasure as the primal orgasm escaped my cunt. Medical fetishes are so complex……
He had this thing that turned him on. He loved to have a bitch squeal like a pig. She had to grovel and oink for him. It was the only way he could get off. The only thing that would allow him release. At first I got a kick out of it but after a while it became annoying as hell. I had to put an end to his bull shit. Ordering the razor lined condom was the most difficult part of the entire plan. I found the perfect pig outfit and put my plan in motion as soon as the condom came in. I was going to be his last little piggy. Once I was covered in his blood and there was nothing left of his shredded dick I would cook him just like a side of pork. The best part was going to be his crunchy, crackling skin. He would be seasoned to perfection and every inch of him was going taste so good. He would be oinking and squealing for me and it would be the last thing he ever did….
Luring her in was the easy part. Watching him rip her apart and listening to her scream was the fun part. I enjoy holding the little ones down while uses them for the little sluts they were born to be. He tells them over and over how they are his little sluts. His whores. How they were born to be used by men. That their sole purpose in life is to bring men pleasure at the expense of their own pain. This pain is nothing compared to what they will experience in life. Having a little one grow inside you and then pushing it out is unbearable and that is what they will do. He wants to get them pregnant and keep them locked away while they get bigger with each passing month until the day comes that he finds out if they will be replaced by a new and smaller female. One that he can mold and use as he sees fit. If they protest to much he lets me pull their head way back and slice them ear to ear before he slams his hard cock in the gaping wound and shoots loads of cum deep sown their throats in the most satisfying way.
He is my favorite accomplice. He really knows how to torture a bitch. I love his knife skills and how he is able to skin a bitch down to the bone one layer at a time, keeping her alive to feel every bit of it. He waits until her eyes glass over and she is on the verge of loosing conscientiousness before coming to me with blood covered hands he covers me in blood before lowering himself over my body and impaling me with his monster cock. The fucking is brutal and my cunt swells from the assault of his huge dick. I dip my hands in her blood and cover his body in it. He stops fucking me before I can cum and goes back to her. She is sobbing now and her eyes have focused once again when his torture begins again. The first layer of skin is almost completely removed and soon he will ram that cock into her bloody pussy. He unloads his cum into her before letting me lick her blood covered pussy sucking his spunk out of it. Before the night is over my cunt will be filled with his cum and his cock will be covered in mine.
I know what he wants. I know what I want. I know what we need and how great it is when we are together. The big difference is that I embrace my evil ways and walk confidently within the parameters that others find offensive and wrong. He on the other hand needs to be reassured that even though this is so wrong it is OK because it feels so right. It really doesn’t matter I am both the angel on his shoulder with the lilting voice that is soothing and calm and the devil on the other shoulder that is encouraging him to touch that young and perfect body, The one that hasn’t been tainted by puberty or thoughts of sexual gratification. I give him instructions on how to touch her, how to take her, telling him that it is a good thing that he is teaching her the ways of womanhood. Soon she will be required to satisfy a man. It is what she was born to do. But for now she is going to bring him satisfaction that she will never be able to give again, Her youth, her innocents, are going to please him in ways that can only happen once for both of them. I get to watch and enjoy the fact that I am contributing to the wicked corruption of all involved while enjoying my own special satisfaction. Our orgasms are so strong when we have these special moments together.
He loves to come to me. Her pussy is loose and she is a prude. She is bitchy and whiny and so is his daughter. When he told me she wouldn’t even fuck him for his birthday, I knew I had to make it up to him. I brought him in and sat him down and blind folded him. I began by teasing his dick. First on the couch and then all the way down the hall and to the bedroom. When I finally let him see there she was and the daughter too, tied to my bed with ball gags in their mouths. I made him watch as I tortured her and her whiny ass brat. Finally I let him ass fuck her deep, ripping her ass opened before fucking me over her face, his nuts running across her sniveling lips.
When he cane in my pussy I squatted over her mouth and pushed all his cum mixed with mine out and into her mouth. Then I held her head so he could punch the shit out of her before holding her head back so he could slit her bitch ass throat. I made him rub his cock in her blood before shoving it down his daughter’s throat, making her taste her mother’s blood and letting her know that if she ever said a word she would be next….She could never do for him what I do…..
Why anyone would ask me to watch their precious little ones is beyond me. But I love jumping at the chance to do just that. I watch as they bend down and kiss the brats goodbye. I can feel my stomach tensing and the juices start to flow as they brush a wisp of blonde hair out of that innocent, wide eyed face. Soon those eyes will be wide for an entirely different reason. Her Daddy has no idea what the words “Be good for Karma” means as he pats her bottom and stands to walk out the door. As soon as the door closes I begin to dial the number I know that he will want to come over and let me give him a therapy session. She is perfect for him, young and innocent, soft with straight lines and two pink little circles just above a flat belly that leads to that perfect Y. Not one inch of her is puffy or swollen yet. That will all change over the next few years, curves will form, flesh will swell and change, she will smell and taste different then too, nothing will ever be the same after that. Now is the perfect time. My hands are shaking when I hear his voice and I tell him how OK it is for him to come over. He knows I will talk him through every step of the way. He loves the way I cover the harsh edge of evil in my voice with the calm softness that coos at him and encourages him not to stop, to do it for me…..
He comes to me wrought with desire. Our needs are in sync as always. The straight lines of the young body not yet developed and so innocent. We feel the desire burning inside of us to touch them. The admiration so deep that we are practically drooling over them. Using a calm and soothing voice I urge him to fulfill his need for soft young flesh. As soon as he touches her it is as if her flesh sears his hand and the burning desire moves up his arm and into his groin. His rape phone sex fantasies are so vivid that he can feel his dick pushing into her, stretching her, until she has completely encased his dick with in her. I cover her mouth so that she can not scream but the tears are flowing freely down her face. All the while I tell him it is OK. This is not bad it is good for all of us. I take his hand and place it on her nipple urging him to pinch and pull it while he pounds deeper into her, so close to exploding. He will plant his seed deep with in her and soon she will be swollen and ready to give us a gift that we will cherish together.
Light emanating from my body, a flowing white gown gently touches the floor. Floating above myself I watch the dark shadow approach, smothering the light. Replacing it with something sinister. Innocents leaves and is replaced with evil. the feeling overtakes me and I hear the whisper in my ear. The voice a low growl, sends shivers of delight up my spine. It leads me from the comfort of my home and out into the chill of the night air. My nipples harden and I can feel the juices dripping down my inner thigh. Blindly I follow the instructions being given. I stop in front of the well manicured yard. The same one that she was in earlier, working hard with her long braids and her tight young body. A vision of that earlier scene appears before me as if in a dream. The longing in my loins is a burning flame building slowly becoming uncontrollable. I feel him walking up behind me and the heat of his breath is on my neck. Every nerve in me is alive with sadistic desire to experience his teen rape fantasy. We move together in unison to commit the act that we both long to have. Peering in her bedroom window we see the pretty pink letters over her bed spelling out her name “BECKA”. By the night lights glow her face is almost angelic as she sleeps. The window is open to the night air and the screen easily slips out. We climb through and approach her bed. Placing my hand over her mouth I hold her down and watch his hands slid up her thighs as she squirms to be free. Her eyes wide as tears slip quietly down her cheeks. My heart beats faster watching him take her. I whisper encouragement telling him it is OK. Guiding him every step of the way as he molests her young underdeveloped body. She is our victim this night. Soon she will be a fallen angel. No longer pure, tainted by our desires and filled with the hot cum of his throbbing cock. We cum together in the dark, breathing heavy and delighting in the pleasure that she brings us. What is taboo to others is so right for us. We are united by a craving so strong that we can’t fight it. Letting go and giving in to the only thing that satisfies our lust….sweet young victims of the night. I wake up in a puddle of cum and know I need more. Won’t you join me?