When I saw this mid-evil picture it made my cunt twitch. I knew I had to set this up and I knew I was going to go nice and slow and make this last a long time. It took me all day, going from store to store before I found the perfect saw for the job. I thought about getting it sharpened and cleaned and then decided against it, after all it would be so much better dull and rusty. I already had a cute little honey in the basement that I had been playing with for a couple of days and this would be the perfect way to end the games. Mutilation always drives me crazy with lust for blood. When I grabbed her and unlocked her shackles she started sobbing and begging, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning inside me. Pulling the rope around the hoist that would suspended her at just the right height with her legs spread eagle my body began to respond to the thrill of what was about to happen. Now in position with her tattered and torn dress hanging over her face and her pink pussy that I had gotten to know so well over the last few days exposed, I positioned the dull and rusty saw in between her lips and began to saw. Just a few inches for now. Her screams were ear piercing and perfect. Blood dripping down both the front and back of her body. Taking her hand I fucked the cum out of my cunt and went up stairs for a nap. I would be back later to saw a little more. This could last days if I played my cards right.
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I was going to go back to school to get an education so I could get a good job but it seems like everything keeps stopping me in my tracks. When I went down to the campus to enroll and meet with the councilor, things went way different then I expected. As he got up behind me to get something off of his fax machine he injected me with something in my neck. I woke up tied to a rolling chair dressed in a school girl outfit. I actually like this outfit. As I wait alone, I look around and observe my surroundings. My hands are tied so tied behind my back, the material is cutting into my skin and there is some blood leaking out of my wrist. In enters the room three men. They are all completely naked and look like they are ready to play with me and my body. They are being rough as they pull my hair and head back and choke me. I gag and gasp for air to the point where I vomit. One of them shoves their vomit covered cock in my throat and skull fucks me. He explodes his cum load deep into my stomach. Before I can swallow his remaining cum in my mouth, the other guy shoves his cock straight into my pussy with a knife against my pubis. With each thrust inside of me he pokes slits in my cunt pouch. The third man can not wait to get in, I can tell his attention towards me is going to be the roughest. For now he keeps stroking his cock and staring at me. Blood keeps dripping down my thighs all the way down to my toes. This definitely delays my education, or does this mean I am enrolled?
Jingle, Jangle, Tick, Tock…
Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail….WTF is it? It can’t be human. It’s not the freaking Easter Bunny. It’s Michael, the jingly jangly bell wearing pansy. He’s coming down the hall, dancing a jig, and looking pukey in pepto pink. I hate faggots, and bunnies, and sissies who wear “pretty pink penis pouches.” And I especially hate pink.
If I had the chance, I’d like to turn him blood red instead, after I beat his fairy ass with a cane until he cries like a little girl. Oh, I wouldn’t kill him slowly and painfully. I’d just give him what he wants. I’d slice open those ruffled panties and stroke his pathetic little cock until it was swollen. Then, I’d make him beg for his life. Or worse, yet, I’d cut off his balls and useless appendage and make him into a girly with an ass-pussy and a pair of jingly bells.
“Oh Michael, better pay up. The WBMT girls need vacation money. We are some greedy bitches. If you don’t comply with our wishes, and become our paypiggy, we’ll make your name public in our blogs so the whole world knows your secret, Michael Fra…”
(Evil giggles) I think I’ll turn your pretty pink pics into my own evil creations. Maybe then you’ll know how serious we are, you little pansy. Better open that wallet wide. Blackmail bitches are coming for your cotton candy ass.
Shake that cute little ass right over to the bank now and give in to our demands and we’ll spare you the shame and humiliation of having your friends and family know your dirty little secret. I’d hate to have to send that nasty cum-stained penis pouch home to your family. Makes my pussy wet just to think about the pain I’d cause.
Ohhhh, pink is so much prettier when it’s splattered with red…..
Your evil freak,
Natasha
I gave her what she really deserved
I watched from behind the crime scene tape as the body was put into the body bag and loaded. Watched as the photographer took pictures of where the body was, the chalk outline turning red with the blood on the ground. Everyone was talking, wondering who this monster was and why this had happened. I touched my pussy; it was hot and wet… the thrill of it all turning me on like crazy. It’s so funny, standing here and watching all the commotion, they have not a clue that the person they are looking for it right there, loving every moment of it and knowing damn well that you’ll never in a million years suspect me. It all happened earlier as a typical night for me, I was bored and decided to go out to the bar to see what dumb little victim I could find… it didn’t take long either. This chick was yelling and clearly drunk, trying to start fights with other men and stumbling all over the place. I knew it was only a matter of time before she was kicked out. And as usual, I was right. She left, with of course a scene as they always do. I followed from not too far behind knowing a female like me causes absolutely no suspicion in all these dumb bitches these days. I guess she went to go puke in a corner of a very dark alley, I followed quietly behind. This bitch didn’t even notice me, but she sure did notice when I quickly sliced her throat. She couldn’t even scream. I sliced it only enough to where she would slowly bleed out, giving me just enough time to have my fun with this dumb fucking whore. I slid her panties down her legs she stared at me wide-eyed and gurgling, I just had to let her know that she wasn’t my first victim and that she wouldn’t be my last, just in time to give her what she really deserved.
The Curse
The moon was high in the black night sky, a storm was brewing as I sat and watched the house. The widows were lit from within. Earlier, when no one was home, I had crept in and placed the cursed stone behind the sofa in the living room. Now I waited to see what mayhem would befall the house hold. Suddenly I heard the loud voices of fighting coming from inside. Then I saw the silhouette of the couple fighting. I could tell her hands were up in self defense and he was beating her. The screams brought the juices of excitement flowing down my legs. Suddenly I saw the splash of blood across the window and she fell limp. Sneaking in I crept to the window and watched him, on top of her, his face covered in her blood and his mouth full of her flesh. He was devouring her and I was standing there masturbating to the scene before me. Tomorrow I would remove the stone and place it in another house and wait to see how well it worked.
The Thrill Of The Hunt
The weekend is upon us and I have a wonderful hunt scheduled. I have two couples in the basement that I abducted last week. I have resisted the urge to play with them, as difficult as that has been. They are shackled, but have been well fed and taken care of and other then living out a couple of rape fantasies over the week they have been well cared for. Tonight several friends are coming over and we are taking our prey out to a large piece of land that we use. We will strip them naked and release them with nothing but their wits into the night. We wait 20 minutes and then sound the horn for the start of the hunt. I will feel that familiar tingle inside when I see the gleam of hope in their eyes. But they won’t get off the land alive. Hunting humans is one of my favorite things to do. the hunt is usually over with in twenty four hours. I hope this time these victims are a bit more resourceful and it lasts at least till Sunday morning.
Here, Piggy, Piggy!!
I should’ve known he wasn’t a real cop. I was walking out of the bar when he stopped me. “Miss, you aren’t planning on driving, are you?” he asked, looking stern.
I laughed at him. The next thing I knew, he had me thrown against the wall. “Spread ’em, bitch.” he said, frisking me and grabbing my tits. I was scared as I was already on probation. “Don’t make me taze you.” I cowered as he reached up under my skirt and fingered my pussy. I think a man in uniform is hot, so I didn’t fight when he unfastened his uniform pants. He grabbed me by the hair and bent me over.
I felt his cop cock penetrate me deeply. I put both hands on the wall to take the force of his thrusts. His balls were banging hard against me. “Please, sir, Take me to jail, but don’t do this.” I begged. He smashed my face against the wall. “Shut the fuck up, druggy cunt. I know how you fuck all the guys around here. You didn’t give me the time of day until I was a cop.”
I knew then who he was. He was the local perv who took advantage of women when they were drunk. He was famous for roofies in ladies drinks, then taking them home to fuck them, sodomize them, and make videos to blackmail them with.
His thick cock swelled in my unwilling pussy. I felt him start to shudder and I knew he was going to spew his dirty cum deep inside me. I began to fight and scream, hearing my cries echo in the empty street. He pulled out then and spun me around. “Suck me off.” he ordered, punching me in the face.
I gobbled furiously as he pumped his load into my face, yelling obscenities, and making a scene. He left me leaning against the wall in shock as he re-entered the club, waiting for his next victim. I limped down the dark alley, bloodied and broken, heading home to find some release in druggie paradise.
The Crime Scene
You watch tv and you hear the same old line, “The killer always goes back to the crime scene.” It’s true, I go back every time. I like to look at the roses, or toys left behind. I am a sick twisted bitch and love to hurt people. I always take a little piece of them home for Crowley to eat. I love feeding my big fur baby. He loves to eat my victims. It is like he craves it over his bagged shit dry food. I need to feed him fresh meat more often. He loves it so much. My fur baby rewards me after I feed him. I’ll be covered in blood and after he eats his treat he comes over to me and starts licking me from head to toe. He takes his time right at my pussy. I like to fuck after I end their lives. I get my pussy covered in blood just for Crowley. When his cold wet nose rubs against my clit I am instantly wet. His big wide tongue slips in and out of my pussy hole. God I love him and I love the crime scenes I leave behind.
Will this be the end?
“Please please don’t!” I cried and begged… I didn’t want this to be the end for me. He hit me again, I saw stars and all I could think about was the crime scene the police would find me at, my father acting like he was distraught over my death, all lies. It all started when I decided it would be okay to tell my Daddy no. I knew better, I knew what was going to happen. He’s taught me good and well what I am good for, and that being said I guess I had this coming. I have no one on my side, all his friends use and abuse me as they please. When Daddy told me we would be hanging out with his friends that evening, I should have just listened and put on the slutty outfit provided for me. Instead, I told my Dad I had plans and he had surprisingly acted okay with it – but my only plans were to not get the shit beaten out of me that evening. Thinking I was in the clear I took myself to bed nice and early, even feeling safe enough to only sleep in my panties tonight. Big mistake! I woke up with hands around my throat, I tried to scream and squirm away but there were more hands than I could count holding me down. I tried to gasp for air, and was greeted by the taste of piss in my mouth followed promptly by a giant cock. I could feel myself starting to pass out from lack of air, I was choking like crazy, all my holes were being violated and I could hear my Daddy say in my ear “Were these the plans you were talking about babygirl?” I could hear the anger in his voice and felt him as he punched me over and over. Was this going to be the end for me? Would Daddy be okay with fucking my lifeless body? I hoped he would see some use for me as him and his buddies beat and fucked me till I was covered in blood and cum, too exhausted to beg anymore.
All Barbies Must Die!!!
As a goth teen, I hate everything. But most of all, I hate fucking Barbie dolls. You know, those idiot bimbo blondes who use stupidity to get a man. I’d love to kill them all.
Barbie is such a nasty cunt rolemodel for little girls. She uses her big ass and big tits to fuck men over. She has no skills. Men just bust their ass to cater to little Miss Barbie Doll. Meanwhile, I gotta work my ass off just to survive. If I could, I would eradicate Barbie from the face of the earth. I’d use one of my rich boyfriends to help me do the job. Lure the little cunt to his place to see his new car, yacht, or plane and then slit her fucking throat.
Of course, we’d have our way with her first. You could fuck her in every hole. Oh, fucking boo-hoo. Might smear her lipstick or get a hair out of place. I’d love to see you ram your cock down her throat while I stick a foot long pipe up her cunt, fill it with gasoline, and light her up. Then she’d have a really hot box!!! Or maybe stick some electrodes on those big fake titties and turn the voltage up until her implants burst. Love it!!! You really think she has feelings? Her orgasms are all fake, but I wonder how loud she can scream when you’ve got your condom covered with razor blades in her ass, and she’s bleeding out on the floor. Now, that makes my cunt wet.
Oh, I can think of some pretty horrendous ways to murder all of the Barbies of the world. Fuck ’em and kill ’em. Please don’t let them breed. The only good Barbie is a dead one, lying on the pavement like a broken doll, with a chalk mark outlining her worthless carcass and cum leaking out of her plastic hole.
Wanna be my Barbie-slaughtering accomplice? Let’s get together and plot to remove Barbie from the human species. It’ll be my pleasure to watch her die, slowly and painfully. I have 100 ways to do it. No one will ever know.