I was needing to feed the monster inside of me. Normally I take my time and search for people who wont be missed, but I needed it tonight. I got on my Whisper App and asked Who wanted to be my sex slave? Instantly I had replies. People said I was a freak, but there was one that caught my eye. I read the email and knew this was the one I wanted. The email said “Please make me your cum whore.” After talking back and forth for a little bit I asked her to meet me in World of Warcraft. She made a new character on a new server. I met up with her but pretended to be someone else. I fallowed her for hours. She started to think I was her friend. She made me giggle. I just wanted to cut this bitches tits off and pour salt on her empty chest. But she thought we were both played by the same guy.
I told her I was going to the store and that is when it came up. “Where do you live? What do you look like?” We decided to meet up but instead of me being seen I waited in the shadows. She was really a he. I told her I was waiting behind the building and he started walking over. I noticed in his hands he had some rope. I knew his game. We were playing the same one. He walked right past me, that is why I am a goth bitch, I blend in with the shadows. I walked up behind him and cracked him in the head with a pipe that was behind the building. I struggled getting him into my car. This is why I take my time to plan things out, if not things go wrong. He wasn’t very big, he looked very experienced with this. I must have cracked his skull because he was out for a while. I took him to the barn and pulled him out of the car. I tied him up right away. I used my favorite knots, the ones that get tighter as he struggled.
When he woke up he started to struggle. I watched and laughed as he was choking himself. I walked up to him and kicked him in the face. I started in on him. I stomped on his chest, legs and arms. I grabbed the pipe from before and rolled him over. I covered the pipe in tiger balm and pushed it up his ass. I loved hearing him scream. I started screaming with him just to show him that I didn’t give a fuck. I rolled him over to see a semi hard cock. I smiled and asked him if he liked being fucked in the ass. Every time he didn’t answer I took my riding crop and hit him. He was my sex slave for the next few days. I guess he shouldn’t have been trolling me. It wouldn’t have been this bad on him.
I made him pray to god, I told him to beg god to kill me right then and there. I am still alive and well.. Ohh I need to go I hear him crying. He is awake now!
There is something about the blood of a sweet little angel that makes my pussy wet. Tonight I went to the park, and found myself entranced by a angel. Normally I don’t go for the wee-ones by myself, but this one had me so enamored that I had to have her.
I walked up to her and asked her to help me save a little kitty, she was more than willing to help me. I told her the kitty was at my house and I could not get to her. It was all to easy to get this sweet angel to do as I said. She was so beautiful with her long blonde hair in a lose braid in a pink sundress but her innocence made me crave her.
Once we got to my house I told her the kitten was in the kitchen, as soon as we walked in the front door, I kicked her down hard on the floor and she hit her head hard and passed out. I waited until she woke up. While I waited I wanted to dress my little angel up. I started off with taking all her clothes off.
I inspected every inch of her body. I then washed her from head to toe. I spent extra time in her tight cunnie. I opened her pussy lips and washed it with a warm soapy cloth. After I dried her off I put oil all over her naked body. As I was rubbing her body with the oil my pussy was soaking wet.
I grabbed my hand held vibrator and placed it against my clit. Within seconds my body was shaking, I could not help myself but cum all over myself and fell to my knees. As I was sitting there on my knees with my pussy dripping and my body shaking, I knew that I made the right choice in bringing my angel home and keeping her for a toy.
I was all too excited to dress her in a see through night gown and little white cotton panties. I put make up on my little doll and then I sewed her lips shut. When she woke up I didn’t want to hear screaming. Now all I had to do was wait for her to wake up.
Call me to find out what I did to my doll when she woke up. I had so much fun with her..
Growing up my mother wanted me to worship Satan and all of his dark glory. She wanted me to stay pure until my first blood. I had other plans. I hid my first blood from her.
After it was done, I laid down with her man. He was big, strong and had a log of a cock. At the ripe age I was I hadn’t seen anything so big. It was throbbing, and the head of his cock was dripping his sweet baby batter.
That first taste of cock changed me for the rest of my days. If I could I would have swallowed that big throbbing cock. I choked on it, I slobbered all over it.
My saliva slowly running down the shaft, into his big bushy pubic hair and down over his full balls. My tongue went around and around the head of his cock.
Then all of the sudden He grabbed the back of my head pushing his cock half way down my throat and he held it there. He was suffocating me with his cock.
As my sight was getting blurry, vomit was flowing out of my mouth and nose, I could not breath. I could see my soul moving from my body as he was violently fucking my throat so deep and hard. I watched myself outside of my body.
I watched as my hands found his balls, I was becoming weaker and weaker but my fingers wrapped around those big hairy balls and I found the strength to pull on them. It was not a soft yank, I pulled down so hard on them I almost ripped his balls off.
He pushed me back and started to scream from the pain. I laid there, gathering my breath.. Laughing at him. Laughing at how powerful he felt and then in a few seconds he was powerless and worthless crying out in pain.
He did not like me laughing at him. He tried to get up to hit me. but every time he moved.. his balls ripped more and more. Men are for nothing more than fucking.
There is nothing better than candy… no I lied… Beating people is better than candy..
That is why I got the idea to beat someone with candy..
I know, It sounds weird but listen.
On Halloween we had a bunch of little dicks from town come up to our place and egg us.
Some of us went chasing after them but I stayed in the house.
That is when I caught one little fucker breaking in down stairs.
Don’t these people know that you don’t go to the scary house?
We will hurt them.. I was alone and all I had was my cast Iron skillet..
I know my house like the back of my hand.
I hid by the door to the basement.. My basement where I do all my bad things…
He didn’t know what him… When he woke up he was laying on my work bench.. I know he could smell the candy melting… and he saw me working on something.
I think he was scared but I couldn’t hear his screams… I super glued his lips together!
I grabbed the boiling pot of melted candy and I poured in onto his exposed chest..
The thing about sugar is it burn deep in the skin and nothing really helps that pain. Especially in this basement.
After I poured all the hot sugar on him I let it get hard…
I knew it was still burning him…
That is when I grabbed my new flogger…
It was breath taking to see his young skin and blood break away with every whip…
He is still down there.. burning.. bleeding…
what should i do next?
I hate babysitting.
I hate it even more when I have to watch the little demons that my whore of a mother brings home.
They aren’t going to leave my house anyway so I have a little fun with them.
My mother and her freak friends have brats to sacrifice to their goddess.
What a stupid fucking religion.
Anyway They have these brats at home so there is no record of their existence.
These brats are stupid, they are kept at home they don’t go to school.
So they really are just little useless fuck-tards.
But they are fun to hurt.
Like this last one.
She was at the age where you become a woman, ready to be sacrificed and give her virgin blood to the goddess blah blah blah.
I took her down to the basement where I have all my fun.
I tied her up nice and tight where the rope was cutting into her virgin body and so she was screaming because of the pain.
I left her there for a few hours.
I went down stairs and found her sleeping.
SLEEPING!!!
No fucking way, she doesn’t get to sleep in my fucking house!
So I got this tiny stick that my mom likes to hit me with and I beat her with it until I got tired.
By this time she was screaming and moving so the tight ropes were getting tighter and cutting deeper and deeper into her flesh!
God that turned me on..
So I got the idea that if she is going to be giving to the goddess she has to be purified.
I went upstairs to the bathroom.
I got the bleach and the toilet brush..
I poured the bleach all over her virgin body, making her pain even more..
Then well if you don’t know what I did with the toilet brush then you should call me..
