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An aunt’s gift

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I love my niece, but her taste in toys is horrendous. I blame it on the options, though. There are all these stupid, skinny little clean-skinned dolls smiling behind their clear plastic cover. And, the stupid larger versions, don’t forget them! Really, it’s just creepy.

So that got me to thinking about creating a better toy for her, one that would remind her of Aunt Pandora. I bought a doll, painted its face zombie white and began looking around for some red hair dye. I almost splashed some of the dye on the doll…but, I had a better idea: why not use the real thing for blood? It was easy, really; I just went to the park, chose one of the lambs that had wondered off from her mom. She was easy to lure, especially with the doll that would soon be transformed. Apparently, she had never seen a doll like this. And, she never would again; I would make sure of that. I was going to honor my niece by killing this sickeningly sweet thing. My niece would not be like this, I told myself; no, she would be like me.

My evil heart sang as I carved into the little brat’s flesh. As I sprayed blood on the doll, the snotty-nosed brat cried. I shook the doll in her face and cackled as the cunt-stain cried louder. Finally, I had enough: I stabbed her in the chest, ripped open her rib cage, and there it was: her heart. I brought it to my lips and inhaled. I cut a few slivers and then soaked it in black ink before popping the doll’s head off and placing the heart in there. Now, the doll was transformed! I handcrafted a death certificate to go along with my gift. I couldn’t wait to see my niece play with her new, favorite toy!

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When Giants Attack

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My friend’s brother is always stalking about how sweet and petite women are supposed to be, how demure. And it makes me want to wretch. I’ve thought about suffocating him with my own spit at night, but I knew that wasn’t even good enough. No, I had to be patient and wait for the right moment.

Since we haven’t been the best of friends, I invited him out for lunch, under the pretense that I wanted to get to know him better. He sat aside from me and I let my hate build to a boiling rate as his mouth flopped about “a woman’s place.” I smiled, evilly, thinking about him finding his rightful place soon enough. After lunch, we headed out to a house that I had previously visited. He thought we were going to have some kind of cookout. Ha!

He looked around, surprised at what he saw: massive women in one corner and skinny men in the other. He laughed and said they were freaks. And, he enjoyed the show, watching as these men sometimes lost consciousness as their heads were squeezed between the thighs of the giant woman. He shouted and called those men, “pussies” and anything he could think of. He shook his head and said, “Damned if I’d let a woman do that to me!” I urged him on, riled him up. “Look, that fucker creamed himself? What the fuck?” He yelled, “You’re not a man!” Finally, as he was getting louder and louder, I stood up and screamed, “Hey, my friend wants to try!” I could see the oh-fuck-you look in his face; but, then determination replaced it. Yeah, he was gonna prove what a tough man he was in front of me and everyone else.

Out of all the women in the pack, the largest stepped forward. Apparently, she had heard him yelling during the exposition and was ready to teach him a little lesson. Laughter escaped my lips and I sat down, ready to enjoy every delicious moment.

He danced around like a freakin’ monkey and I rolled my eyes. Where’d he learn those moves, I wondered. As he tried to make something akin to karate noises, the woman was growing increasingly annoyed. She put her forearm against his throat and threw him to the ground. Her booming laughter sounded like a mix between a gorilla and some monster on television. I loved it!

He continued to ‘mouth off’ and she rubbed her pussy in his face, looking at the audience and laughing. Crossing my legs, I rooted her on; and we seemed to share a connection as our eyes met. Yeah, give that bastard what he deserves! She told him that she would get off of him if he shut up; she gave him several chances and got up. He tried to regain his strength; but everyone could see he was on his last leg. She gave him one more chance to shut-up but he shook his head ‘No’ and she kicked his legs out from under him.
She took off her clothes. Pushed her massive titties to his face. “Suck on momma’s boobies, baby,” she said in her husky voice. She rubbed her bush against him, leaned up so he could see it. His dick was getting hard in his pants and she pointed at it. “Is that all? You have a pencil dick?! You can please a woman like me with no pencil dick!”

I almost fell out of the bleachers laughing. Finally, he stopped moving. The guys who had wrestled before him took turns fucking him in the ass while us women beamed and were pampered. When we were done with him, a couple of the ladies took him to the curb and dropped him. When I was driving past, I saw a sign in red letters that said, “Pencil Dick.” How appropriate! He tried to avoid me ever since that day; I want him to live in fear for a little bit longer…

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A few weeks later, I received a drawing in the mail; apparently one of the women in the group was an artist. It was me, my large feet stomping out all of the rejects of the world, all the stupid motherfuckers. That’s right, bitches, I am Giant, hear me roar!

Evil Beginnings

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One of my favorite poets named Anthony Hecht said, “It doesn’t seem to me strange that little ones should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.” I wish my parents would have felt the same way. But, they didn’t. Instead, they pushed me around different mental wards, physically reprimanded me, and whatever they thought was best. The irony is that those experiences only helped intensify the darkness inside of me and gave me ingenious ideas about how to torture my victims.

For instance, in the ward, I met this young girl who was about my age. She was crazy, but I still found ways that I could learn from her. She would slash her wrists and write messages on the wall. But what I remember most is this one time that she had to go to a funeral. She was able to choose one “friend,” and she chose me, probably because most young people and grown-ups were scared of me.

So, we got to the funeral; instead of sitting with her family members, she walked directly to the front and examined the body with curiosity. With determination, she lifted her small body above the coffin and to the corpse. She opened the dead old woman’s mouth, grabbed her tongue between her little fingers, and produced a pair of scissors. I don’t know where she was able to get the scissors, but it seemed that she had a plan: she cut off the purple tongue and without blinking put it in her pocket. She closed the old woman’s mouth and turned around.

I don’t know if anyone saw what she did; but no one did anything except rip the scissors away from her hand. Maybe all the grown-ups were too busy morning, or whatever they do; or maybe they knew that they couldn’t do anything about the crazy girl and just pretended that it didn’t happen. Regardless, at that moment, I felt a sisterly bond with the girl. She was one of the first to give me the courage to embrace the dark side inside of me, and to help it grow. From time to time, she’d take out the tongue at the ward and we’d both look at it, poke at it, smell it. I was the first to lick it; and she giggled. I still wonder if anyone took the tongue away from her; why would they, what could they do with it? After all, how could they appreciate such a thing of beauty, this mutilated tongue?

Bloody Sexual Pleasure

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For days, I’ve had this guy calling me.  He wanted to play; and, I was finally in the mood to oblige him.  So, we met at the BDSM club down the street.  This man wanted to please me so very much; and I was about to please him…to the point of pain and probably death.

I restrained his hands above his head with leather cuffs.  Then, I used a soft feather, tracing it all over his naked body.  He was already aroused, looking at my luscious tips and leather gear.  He was relishing in the fact that he could see every inch of my body.

Next, I took an industrial-size vibrator and began sliding it all over his body; I paid extra attention to his asshole and nipples.  Then, I moved the vibrator up and down the shaft of his cock, gently touching his balls and tip.  His head was leaning back and I knew he was about to cum.  I told him that he could, and he did.  But the fun hadn’t even begun.

I picked up a couple of prongs that were hooked to an electrical device; and, then, I clamped them on his balls.  Now the fun was really going to begin.  I attached a couple of nipple clamps, that weighed four pounds each, to his hard nipples; his nipples were tearing.  The flesh wouldn’t last long.  Then, I picked up a buffer; I revved it up and winked at him.

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I pushed the fierce electric, vibrating machine to his crotch.  He instantly yelled because of the power; and, without my consent, he came loudly, blood gushing between his legs.  I rebuked him for not asking for my permission; and, he apologized and said it would never happen again.  I chuckled because I intended on really challenging that statement.

Over and over again, I pushed the machine against his crotch.  I watched as the nipple clamps finally gave way, leaving his fleshy chest torn.  I could see the tissue!  Yes, I had played with him as he requested, and now he would never forget it!  Now, it was time to finish the job: I took a crop to his bloody groin and began beating his fleshy mess as hard as I could.  Finally, his penis ruptured; and, having lost so much blood, I stabbed him in the chest…but not before I cut off his penis, then trampled it under my boots.

Castration Phone sex with a Sadistic Mortician

Taboo phone sex Pandora 2You came to me deep in the darkness of night on your knees. Looking at you, I felt no sympathy by the way you were groveling before me. You contacted me before about this obsession you have and how I am the only one that can satisfy your taboo desire. This time it was different and after much consideration, I have made my own decision. However, I don’t give a fuck about the reasoning upon why you want me to preform this procedure, nor do I care to hear it. So with that being said, you may get undressed and lay down on my operating table.

Now I am going to restrain you down so that you can’t move at all during the operation. But I am not using rope to keep you still. No, that won’t do at all. I feel that the best way to keep you still, is by using barbwire. At least it will give you more of a motivation to stay idle during the procedure. Look at it this way, if you move or jerk around, you will be the one cutting yourself with the barbwire. Also I think using a sharp metallic restraints will not  take away from the entire experience. So yes … I promise you that you will be in blood shattering pain. Now let’s go ahead and start the surgery.

With your testicles in my hands, I am feeling how firm they are from this excitement but I would like a better look at them. I grabbed my sharp scalpel and pressed in the tip point downward on the top part of your scrotum and at the base of your penis. Now look at that. You couldn’t stay still and cut yourself against the barbwire. This is definitely going to be a very long castration procedure, isn’t it?! (wickedly evil laugh)  

Life before I was a mortician

Taboo phone sex Pandora 1When I was going through medical school to become the skilled and secretly wicked mortician that I am, I had a roommate right down the road from campus. This roommate was a guy who was pursuing his M.D. to become a doctor in various medical fields. Shortly after we became roommates, I noticed that he had the same lustful desires for cadavers as I do. However, we had a difficult time finding fresh dead corpses to have at our disposal which lead us to the dark adventures that were to come. We came up with a plan to go down town to where the strip of bars and night clubs were all at. There we began hunting for the right specimen to take away in the late night for medical experiments and nasty sexual fulfillment. The perfect candidate would be a beautiful, young drunk girl who had way too much to drink. Usually we would find this drunk girl passed out from drinking in an ally way or violently vomiting into the brushes which is clearly obvious that she is on her way to blacking out near by for us to take her away. Oh I do miss those college days with my old roommate.

Collection of Scissors

tool picThere are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?

Silent Poison

Pandora 9This past weekend, I decided to take it off from work and go out drinking. I had no idea how my night was going to turn out or how it will end. But either way, I will have enjoy the outing. So when I got to the club, I went straight to the bar to start drinking the night away. After a few shots, I realized I was being watched. It was a couple that just could not stop looking at me and followed me every where I went in the club. I thought how much fun this could be for me so I took the first move and introduced myself to them. It was so obvious to me that the couple’s lust for me was strong and I decided to take advantage of the situation. So I brought them back to my place for some more privacy but they are in for a surprise. So I gave them drinks as I allured them into my bedroom. Things started to get really hot as our clothes ended up on the floor and taking turns sucking on the guy’s cock. Moments after he fucking me and I was licking his girlfriend’s cunt, they both became subdued by the poison I put into their drink. Stupid bitches! They didn’t even know who they were dealing with. For that is what you get, when a you seek after a one night stand. Now I wonder what fun medical experiments I can do to this lifeless couple.

The faces of my victims

Pandora 8Every now and then I find that my previous victims come to visit me. But the thing is that none of them are living. Yes, I am talking about their ghost that appear to me in some kind of form. I am not terrified by them but turned on but their presence. They think by slamming doors, taking my scalp to dart it across the room, or even showing a ghostly figure of themselves will scare the shit of me … that just makes me want to fuck with them even more. Or perhaps the try to disrupt me from my work of doing autopsy on the dead and even when I am performing sinister medical experiments on the living. I will just teach them a lesson by snatching one of their family members or a loved one to prove my point. I don’t care if I invoke their rage where I make a person that id close to them as my next victim. It makes it quite interesting how they try to stop me in their actions and at the same time scary the one I am torturing. But hey, that is ok … since I don’t mind seeing all the faces of my victims. Alive or Dead.

Mutilation Anatomy

Pandora 7The other night, my friend Angie came over to visit me at the morgue where I was finishing up an autopsy on a car crash victim that drink too much and drove off a bridge. However, she wasn’t alone when she arrived. She brought herself a little one that she found asleep on a park bench. Lucky for us that she found such a nice subject to have for  dissecting. Angie and I have been talking for awhile about how much fun it would be to see a specimen so young is this one for a test we want to conduct. We both have been so curious to see how much pain tolerance she can endure while we dissect her before she goes into shock and dies. I will be more than happy to show Angie how to cut her up so we can examine her insides while she is wide awake and with no drugs to numb the pain. Then Angie told me that she show me some of her wicked tricked she loves to  indulge her darkest  desires.  Maybe we should at her cunt and cut her labia off  so we can shove it up her rectum  while we stuff a fist wrist deep into her tiny, underdeveloped vagina. Or better yet … do you have any suggestions?