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It happened in the 1800’s and little ones still sing about her today. It was the ultimate family day gone wrong (in my eyes a day gone so right). No one knows who wrote the nursery rhyme and it isn’t accurate but it makes my nipples hard and my pussy wet every time I pass a play ground and hear the girls jump roping while singing it.
Lizzie Borden took an axe
gave her mother forty whacks
when she saw what she had done
gave her father forty-one
She didn’t give them that many blows. And she used a hatchet not an axe. But I close my eyes and I can imagine the bloody scene.They say that the faces of the victims were unrecognizable. Blood had to have been splashed every where. I can’t help cumming when I think of it all. That Lizzie knew how to take a bitch and bastard out! The house where it happened still stands today with much of the original furnishings and is a bed and breakfast. I can only imagine how great it would be to lay on the same couch where her fathers mutilated body was while masturbating and cumming harder then I ever have. Wishing that I was laying in his blood after his body was removed and before the site was cleaned up.
As you may recall, last week I had a Beautiful Medical Fetish. Finding the old abandoned hospital / psychiatric ward was just dumb luck. But the evening I had transforming the little blonde twit and performing plastic surgery on her in the old surgical ward was one of the best nights I have had in a long time. When she finally lost hr battle with life, I thought, what the hell, why not put her where she belongs, in the old morgue. Laying her on the rusted and falling apart steel slab. I knew I would come back so I made sure the graffiti covered door was shut well so animals wouldn’t get in and nibble on her decomposing body (all though the idea of animals eating her flesh did make me cum). Last night I decided to go see her. Armed with a surgical mask and a jar of vicks, I headed out towards the hospital in the chilly night air. As soon as I opened the door and saw her body, already bloated from being in there a week with no cooling other then the weather, my cunt started throbbing and pumping out cum. Knowing I had to be gentle so hr skin did not break and ooze body fluids every where, I gently touched her skin, sending my orgasm over the edge. I decided to leave her exposed and go back home for supplies. A blanket and pillow and some food. I am coming back to spend a couple of days enjoying the site of her body being devoured by the animals. I will sleep in one of the other corpse drawers if I need to spend a night or two. I want to watch until nothing is left but her bones.
I will never forget the first sweet thing that I snatched up for sacrifice. In broad daylight, in a crowd, just as a thief pulls a snatch and grab taking a pocket book, I was able to snatch and grab her from right under her boyfriend’s nose. The anticipation of getting caught was mind blowing, but the events that followed were beyond my wildest dreams. I remember it as if it were yesterday:
The night is pitch black except for the glow of the new moon high in the sky. Not one star flickers in the sky and the thrill and anticipation is heavy in the air, looming like the thick fog that surrounds my naked body. I am glistening with a mixture of sweat and dew as the pulse beats hard and steady in my neck.
She is laying there on the alter, eyes staring blindly upwards. I have shaved her head, her arm pits and her sweet little pussy. I was surprised to find that her clit is pierced and has a silver ball through it. I decide to leave it in, I think my lord of evil will be pleased with the ornament.
The moon must rise just a little further so that it is directly center in the dark sky before I begin my decapitation and sacrifice. I speak to her softly and offer her a sip of red wine as I wipe her brow. She has long since stopped fighting and has accepted her fate as inevitable. I thank her once again for her gift and kiss her gently on the lips before raising my machete high into the air. I can’t help but notice as the moon light glistens off the blade before I bring it down to sever the first limb. She lets out a ear piercing scream before loosing consciousness and I cum hard as the blood pours from her body…….
Sweet memories of the first thing that I snatched away for my pleasure!
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or so they say. Finding the abandoned insane asylum/hospital in the middle of no where was my chance to live out my sadistic medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I was not going to let this chance pass me by. I spent hours walking the silent halls with their peeling paint, musky smell and ancient medical equipment. If I closed my eyes I could feel the pain and sadness surround me and it made every inch of my body tingle with delight while the moisture built between my legs. I had the perfect person in mind for my plan. An adorable little bubble brained twit that talks endlessly about her beauty and the plastic surgery that she wanted. There wasn’t one thing she hadn’t said she would like surgically enhanced from her boobs to her cunt. Last night when the moon was high and the night was dark I was about to make all her dreams come true, my way. Inviting her over for a few drinks under the assumption that I found an excellent plastic surgeon for her and slipping the Mickey in her drink was easy. If she only knew that I was to be the plastic surgeon of her dreams! She woke up strapped to a rusty old hospital bed in one of the old dirty hospital gowns I found while looking around. On one of the rusty old tables for surgical equipment I had everything I needed for our time together. I gathered several syringes and scalpels, needle and thread and some interesting chemicals that I intended to use. She had a bad case of cotton mouth from the drug, and could barely speak. However when I told her I was going to fix her right up as I raised the scalpel in the light of the candles I had all around us, she was able to let out a blood curdling scream that delighted every inch of me. She was about to get a face lift, a boob job and the vaginal lift that she so desired. I started with her tits. Taking a syringe and filling it with silicone straight from the hardware store I began injecting her left tit. Watching her skin stretch with each injection I continued until it was so full that the skin burst and the silicone came spewing out mixed with blood and breast tissue. Oh dear now she was lop sided and I would have to do the other side. All while enjoying the music of her cries. After completing her right tit to match the left, I took a break to take off my clothes and rub hand fulls of the bloody breast tissue all over me. I started on her face lift next, I had to control her blood loss. After stitching up her chest with my needle and thread, I picked up my scalpel and began cutting a line from her temple to the bottom of her ear. Cutting the skin and not going to deep I am able to pull the skin taught and stitch it up cutting off the excess when I am done and moving to the other side. The closer I get to that vaginal lift the wetter my cunt becomes and I am almost there. She is faint now from shock and pain, but I will revive her before I begin my final procedure. I want her to feel the grand finale and enjoy it as much as I do!
The sound of her scream sends a tingle straight to your cock. Then you see the blood and your body betrays you with an erection that you can’t deny. You wonder what is wrong with you. Why you are aroused by pain and suffering? Why do you want to feel the ripped and torn flesh? Why do these horrific sights that should cause you to turn away turn you on so much? You can’t deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in you. You can’t deny the desire to live out these fantasies that will surely damned you to hell. You dare not speak of it to anyone so you keep it all locked inside. How do I know these things you think of? Because my dark lover. The sound of her scream sends a tingle coursing through my body as well. When I see the blood, my body betrays me as my cunt drips with longing that I can’t deny. I no longer wonder what is wrong with me. Why I am aroused by pain and suffering. Why do I long to feel the ripped and torn flesh on her mangled body. Why do these horrific sights that should cause me to turn away turn me on so much. I no longer deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in me. Instead I embrace my desire to live out these fantasies that have already damned me to hell. If you dare not speak it, then write it. Don’t keep it locked inside any longer, meet me in a text session and live what you dare not speak. Close your eyes and feel the blood on your hands as we share our dark fantasies.
Snow White is one of my favorite fairy tales. Not because of all the sappy shit. Prince Charming and all that Happily ever after crap, but because of the idea of a huntsman looking to cut the heart out of a fair beauty. I often live out the fantasy my way in my mind. The huntsman would go find Snow with blood on his mind, his cock is hard thinking about the fear on her face when he approaches her, the silver blade glistening in the sun light as he raises it high in the air. He knows that when the blade pierces her skin and the blood spurts out of her chest he will cum hard from delight. However he is in for a surprise, she is ready for him with an evil plan of here own. Her pussy is wet with anticipation. She knows that when he comes for her she will pretend to be helpless and scared. This will be to her advantage and at just the right moment she will sink her blade into his flesh. He comes for her heart, she will leave with his brain. She will surely have a knee buckling orgasm when she peels the hair from his scalp and saws the top of his skull off, pulling the mass of grey matter that thought she was weak, the reason he lost his life in her hands, warm and dripping blood just as her pussy drips cum.
The flyer said it was a midight cruise. A murder mystery would need to be solved. The night promised to be full of intrigue, gore and death would lurk around every corner. I stood there reading the flyer and thinking about how much fun it would be to sabatoge the “fake” killing with some real death. To replace the staged sceenes with real sceenes of murder. My cunt dripping as I imagined the fun of it all and knowing that the prize fund for solving the mystery would not be taken by anyone but myself beause I would create a new story, a real murder. How long would it take for the creators of the cruise to figure out that someone else hadd taken control? How much fear and mayheme could I create in a few short hours out on the open sea? I knew I had to get a ticckeet and take this cruise I had to create mass chaose. There would be a method to my madness and no seblane of order of any kind. As the night approached my anticipation began to grow. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I walked up the ramp to load the eerie vesel. The fear it was intended to envolk was nothing compared to what was about to come. Looking around at all the passangers laughing and drinking as the excitement built and the boat slipped out of the dock I silently creamed my panties. Slipping away to the galley so that I could procure a beautiful butcher knife, my heart was pounding. I took my place at the table in the dining hall an listened to the grisly tale that was being weaved for the festivities to begin. As soon as the place of the murder was mentioned I went and found my victim, sliding my knife deep into her soft flesh then pulling it out and watching the blood flow my cunt juices began to flow in unison. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and the blood curtling scream pierced the air. Mingling in with the other passangers while they examined the sceen of what they thought was a staged murder, listening to them watching them ad deciding who I was going to take out next was almost moore then I could stand. One by one I slaughtered them all. Floating on the open sea, laying on the deck covered in blood, I rested before throwing them over board one at a time. What a beautiful thing to watch the bodies hit the water in the moonlight, slowly sinking into the dark abyss.
I never dreamed that my latest wicked scheme would bring me so much pleasure and last so long. Her pain and agony has been delightfully satisfying giving me days and nights of pleasure. The long and agonizing process of poison ivy first becoming a rash that drove her crazy with it’s itching, swelling her body and bringing red whelps to the surface was just the beginning. As the hours passed the rash became small blistering sores. Watching the transformation made my cunt so fucking wet. Soon the blisters began to grow and fester becoming huge puss sores all over her body. She has been tied to that tree for days now. I am keeping her hydrated so that she doesn’t die on me yet. The sores are starting to eat her flesh and I feel sure that she can’t last much longer. The poison has to be in her blood stream. She is feverish and delirious and it is the most wicked, evil, demented, twisted and sadistic torture ritual that I have ever administered. I will definitely be doing this again. The next time my victim will be a man. I can’t wait to see what the poison ivy does to a cock and balls over time. Just the thought of it is driving me crazy and keeping my cunt dripping wet.
Usually when I torture a victim it includes using and abusing them for my amusement and sexual gratification. Today, however, I am simply going to enjoy her discomfort, her pain, her torment and just sit back and watch. In preparation I carefully put on gloves and head out to the woods. I am gathering a huge basket of poison ivy. She is tied to a tree naked and scared just like I want her. She has no idea what is about to happen. I come back with my basket and begin breaking the leaves and rubbing the poison ivy all over her exposed flesh. On her cunt, her face, her tits, not one inch of her body was left untouched. throwing away the gloves and taking a shower, I sat down and lite a cigarette with a satisfied smile on my face, just watching her. I wouldn’t touch her again, but I would get off. It only took a few hours and her skin began to turn red. She began crying because she itched all over and her skin was burning. Soon the blisters began to form and her nipples and pussy were swollen, her face was taking on the most grotesque appearance. The festering sores brought me great pleasure and the pain and suffering she was having to endure made me cum in hot rushes of desire. By the end of the night she was begging for me to put her out of her misery. For her it would only be over when I said it would be. This was absolutely delightful!
What a perfectly evil, bloody, sadistic, sick and twisted idea. Sound like anyone you know? Pretty boy Jack, wanting a go at Gothic me. It was so laughable. And then I was walking by a department store with a Halloween display in the window and I got this morbid idea. So fucking morbid I came standing there thinking about it. Like always the gears in my brain started turning as I began to plot in my mind. Off to the store I went looking for what I needed. Wouldn’t you know that all the tools they sell now days are plastic and cheap and would never do for what I had in mind. Shit, would this end up being a fleeting fantasy that lives only in my dreams? FUCK FUCK FUCK! Walking into the local thrift store my mood was quickly moving from wickedly excited to dark and brooding. Then I saw them. The wooden handles and gleaming metal. They were perfect! I don’t know how old they were, but they would certainly work for what I had in mind. The sign on them making my heart quicken again as my nipples grew hard. “PUMPKIN CARVING KIT” I bought them right away and rushed off to find Jack. He was going to be thrilled that I was giving him a chance to make me happy. And happy I would be when his head was severed and I was carving it, my Jack O Lantern.