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Snuff Porn Revenge

Revenge is a dish best served with their intestines wrapped around their throat, and their decaying cock in your cunt. I had and ex that drugged and violated me several times, and with my new found attitude, I decided it was time to get my revenge. So, I texted him that I got us a hotel room, and that I wanted tonight to be the night we finally have sex. Since he doesn’t know that I know what he did to me, this plan was perfect. I wore sexy lingerie, so that he wouldn’t be suspicious. I had champagne set out for us, and there was something extra special in his. I thank cheerleading for the muscles to move his fat unconscious ass. The only difference between us is that I violated him when he woke up because I wanted to hear his screams and see the look of horror on his face. I cut right across his toned abs, and ripped his intestines out. I wrapped them around his throat until he started turning blue. I loved seeing him weak and vulnerable, trying to cling to what little life he had left in him. My pussy was dripping wet watching him take his last breathe. It’s true what they say about how a man’s cock stays hard when he dies, and I stuck to my word. I rod him until his body was cold, and his corpse started to smell. 

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Slash For Cash

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You find’em and I’ll grind’em. Ha!  Do you know there are a lot of Step Parents out there who absolutely hate their new Partner’s offspring? I shit you not my friends.  Some of those feelings go well beyond hate.  They detest them, the mere sight of them makes them want to throw up.  I would imagine Rage Step-Parenting wouldn’t be a great thing for the newly married couple.  Might dampen some of that marital bliss I would think. Luckily for those Steps the Goddess has seen fit to put someone like me onto this shit hole of a planet.

You see, I can make those little pests just go away.  Because of the nature of disposal there is always a fee involved.  I don’t care what age, what they look like, what they sound like, or anything like that.  As long as I get paid I do not care. Picking them up at their own home isn’t a problem, I’m like a Death Uber or some shit.  The Step-Parent brings them right out and puts those little fuckers right into my car.  How convenient is that? 

All I do is drive away to a nice secluded place.  Of course the little shits are always confused as fuck but that’s okay, they won’t be confused for very long.  They won’t be much of anything for very long.  Sometimes I like to play with them for awhile.  Cut them, burn them, brand them, stab at them, anything to make them scream.  Other times I have shit to do so I just slit their throats then toss them some place to rot.  

The best part of all this is when I see the news reports with the parents begging for the person who took their brat to bring them home.  The tears, the sobbing, the utter fucking lie.  Motherfuckers are god damned Sociopathic.  It makes me laugh.  All that fucking acting.  In the end though, it will just become a memory and once a year there will be some sort of vigil or some shit for the poor lost one.  I go to those damn things.  It always gives me a little thrill for the Step-Parent to see me again.  I think it makes them nervous, which it so fucking should, because I am privy to the biggest secret of their lives. 

Torture Sex Death Sentence

torture sexTorture sex death was my punishment. I committed treason and was sentenced to a new age prison where they were experimenting with new death row techniques. I thought I had more time when the warden showed up. He stripped me off my rank and clothes. I was humiliated standing before him naked and pleading for my life. I wanted a second chance, but he dragged me to the courtyard where others were waiting to watch my demise. He injected me with nanomittes designed to kill me when I had an orgasm. They are these microscopic robots that can be programmed to do just about anything, including killing a woman the moment she cums by stopping her heart in a very painful way. Honestly, when he injected me, I thought it was bullshit. Some scare tactic to humiliate and instill fear. My life was over quickly soon thereafter. I am a pain slut. No matter what they did to hurt me, I got wet. Lashes with a whip, electric shocks up my ass…just made me wetter, which caused pain in my chest. I cum easily with pain, so no matter how hard I tried to fight, I knew my snuff porn nightmare would be over soon. When the warden went straight to my pussy with this huge ass industrial looking vibrator, I knew I was dead. I struggled, tried to think of something else, but in the end, I am a dirty nasty whore. Even facing my death, I was cumming. What the fuck is wrong with me? I deserved to die.

Accomplice Phone Sex Makes Me Fucking Wet

What really turns on an evil cheerleader babysitter type? Accomplice phone sex for sure! I can’t help but get really turned on in the heat of the moment when the murderess fun starts to go down. I have a weakness for inflicting pain and sorrows on others. So when I met up with this guy for drinks and he was going off about the bratty whore of an ex and what she deserved to have done to her, I was all tingly with anticipation.

I got my knife out and started caressing the blade thinking of a million uses for it with the main focus being some dumb whore. How many places to cut, carve and stab. I contemplated the insertion of such a blade into her slut gash and how much fun it would be to violate her with it. I can’t help but love to play with my knife. I was super horny and we went back to my place to fuck, The whole time I drilled him in what he wanted to do to that whore. I wanted him to fuck me with the horrific details and the finale being when we sever her head and he gets to skull fuck her in he many head holes.

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Blood

Bloody phone sex It is Monday and it is fucking late like 4 am or some bullshit but I need to get laid. And not only do I need to get laid but I need a good beat down too. I know a few guys I can call but the one I am calling loves knife play. I am in the mood to smell and taste my own blood. My little dirty secret is I love blood especially my blood. I love the feeling of it trickling down my flesh. My cunt gets so fucking wet. Even now writing this blog I am dragging my cunt against my bed. I am going to give him a call right now I am teasing myself too much I need to fucking cum!

Snuff Sex Turns Me On

snuff sexHe asked me if I was into snuff sex. We were at a BDSM club. I was high and in a bad ass mood. The club I go to is strictly a BDSM club. No blood or bodily fluids can be exchanged, or they lose their license. Phone numbers and social media information, however, can be exchanged. When a guy asks you about snuff sex, it is code in the BDSM underworld for violent sex. It doesn’t mean you have a death wish. Its aggressive, hardcore fucking that sometimes makes you wish you were dead. When I got home that night, I looked up Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding on Facebook and Twitter. He was clearly a bad boy player, which meant the sex would be off the charts. I showed up at his place two days later for some hot sex. Apparently, our ideas about hooking up were different. When I arrived, it wasn’t a cool loft like I expected. Red flag. I should have run. It was a dilapidated old warehouse that was partially burned out. What wasn’t destroyed, looked like a drug house. Honestly, I thought he punked me. I figured he was not interested in me and he gave me bogus information. Typical guy behavior. I started to leave, when some one hit me over the head. I woke up and I was bound, gagged and surrounded by men. This was snuff porn, not hot rough sex. These men looked like wild beasts starving for my flesh. I heard his voice over a speaker. He was serving as a macabre director. He told the guys to tear me from limb to limb. At his command, like well trained dogs, they attacked. They were pulling my limbs, fucking my ass and even eating my flesh. The pain was agonizing. It was like a zombie attack.  All I could think about, was what was wrong with me? I was being dismembered, force fucked and eaten alive. Instead of being terrified, I was wet and super aroused. I am such a sick bitch.

A Mother’s Damage

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Where does it all being? With your Mother of course.  Sigmund Freud was right about a lot of things.  A Mother’s love can be a wonderful thing, but sometimes a Mother’s love can fuck you in the head so badly you turn into one of the most deviant fucks of all time.  Aren’t Mother’s great?!?! I don’t have any cuntlings of my own.  I don’t want any either, can you imagine a little me running around? Fuck no.  I mean, I guess I could teach them how to be like me, which might be fun, but all that other bullshit that goes along with it? That’s a huge Nope.

I have a friend who we all call “Sausage”.  Is it because he has a big dick? Nope. It is the opposite in fact.  He is messed up and seriously crazy. Dude has been in mental institutions for crimes before.  He can be pretty fun to hang out with once in a while.  I met Sausage at a party, he was in the corner all alone, drinking straight from a vodka bottle.  I sat down next to him, and when he turned to look at me I could tell he was way off.  He was motherfucking creepy.  I even told him that to which he replied, “You have no idea.” Then he handed me the bottle.  I got to know him and he would tell me the many fucked up things his Mother would do to him from when he was young.  He hated her.

Once in a while he would ask me if I would show him my tits.  I would, didn’t bother me in the least.  He would sometimes suck on them, but he never did anything else.  He didn’t try to dry hump me, or rub on his tiny dick, he would just suck on them and close his eyes.  Then after a few minutes we would go back to drinking and talking.

Then the day came when he went into great detail about his Mother’s death.  Turns out Sausage killed his Mother.  It wasn’t just a quick shot to the head type of deal either.  The man took his time.  She used to bite his cock and balls when he was tiny, so the first thing he did to her was to pull out her teeth.  Had her tied up and pulled out her fucking teeth, one at a time.  Do you realize how long that would take to do that, and the strength that would involve? Then he moved to her tongue, used some sort of garden snips or something like that.  He said he shoved her own tongue up her ass. He mutilated that bitch. This went on and on, until finally he couldn’t keep her alive anymore so he tossed her at the dump.  

He told me that when he was sent to the mental hospital for killing her he was happy.  For the first time in his life he was truly happy.  The only thing he didn’t touch on her body were her tits.  He said because they were too perfect to harm.  That is why he wants to see my tits some times, because mine remind him of his Mother’s.  I don’t care of course, as long as he doesn’t end up shoving my own tongue up my own ass, everything is good.

Having Some Fun with Indigo

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Everyone thinks it’s so fun to torture my sexy little teen body, but what happens when I finally get the opportunity to be the torturer?  What happens when I finally blossom into the living dead girl I have always wanted to be?  A huge thank you goes to Indigo, for showing me the murderous bitch I really am.  I had gotten myself into one of those situations again, where I was a damsel in distress.  I was cornered in an alley by some drunk man, and Indigo came from behind him with a dingy rag.  Within seconds he was laying on the ground, out like a light.  She told me she helped me because I reminded her of herself, big tits and one hell of an attitude.  She asked if I wanted to have some fun with the dirt bag, and I was so in.  I helped her drag his limp body too and from the car.  We had him in a secluded cabin in the woods.  She told me normally she likes to do the torturing herself, but this time she would settle for watching.  I chained him up spread eagle, I wanted to wait until he woke up, but Indigo really wanted to get her hand on him.  He woke up the her carving a permanent smile on to his smug face.  Watching someone else cry and scream in agony was such a turn on!  Then it was my turn.  I grabbed the dullest knife Indigo had, and began sawing off his tiny little cock.  By the time I was done with that Indigo had enough of his screaming, and ripped out his tongue with a pair of pliers.  I went around to the back, and decided that his asshole needed to be a little bigger.  It felt so good watching the knife tear through his flesh, making his ass gape wide open.  I shoved his limp, bloody, stump of a cock into his newly extended ass hole.  Indigo was kind enough to teach me how to sew, his ass shut that is.  Then we slit his throat, and fucked in his pool of blood.  Biggest orgasm I have ever had!

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What Some Candy Little Bitch?

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So many juicy little cunts out there, so little time to fuck with them.  What is it with them and candy? How utterly stupid can you be to put yourself in danger over some fucking candy? It happens, a lot more than what you may think.  It makes for easy pickings.  The trick to it working is that you can’t look like a fucking weirdo, or creeper when offering.  Plus, you never approach, you let them come to you. I’ll give you a for instance …

I was waiting for my bus when I pulled out some hard candy.  I wasn’t thinking anything of it.  I noticed a little one with their Mother watching me.  I smiled, they smiled back.  I saw the Mom look at me and I said, “I think they want a piece of my candy.”  The Mom and I made some small talk then she let me give the little snot a piece.  Then the Mom’s phone rang, you know how people get when they are on their phones, they pay no attention. I started talking to the sticky faced shit seated next to me.  The whole time the Mom never looked back at us.  I waited for about ten minutes then I did what any self respecting twisted deviant minded woman would do.  I asked “Miss Sticky Face” if she wanted more candy.

You should of seen the look on her face.  It was pure joy, and I couldn’t wait to smash it off that tiny head of hers.  I put my hand out, she took it.  As we made our way around the corner the Mom was still on the phone, laughing.  I wondered if she would be laughing that hard when the newspapers reported finding the mangled body of her little bitch.

Enter The Red Room

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Who here knows what a “Red Room” is? You don’t??? Where the fuck have you been??? Red Rooms are stuff of legend.  Way, down deep, within the Dark Web there lives some very sick motherfuckers;  I love them by the way; who set up Red Rooms.  Red Rooms are there so that you can indulge your sickest fantasies by telling those in the room what you wish for them to do with their prey of choice.  They will do anything!  The more deviant the better.  The poor little thing is bound, or chained, or hung up, or tied down, or what have you just so some very lovely people can make them hurt in so many wonderful ways.  Now these places are not just out there for anyone to find, you have to stumble across them, or be invited, and invites are very hard to come by.  However, once you are in the game begins.

The fear on the faces of the victims is almost palpable.  Wide eyed, begging, hyperventilating, sweating, pissing themselves, the fear is so tasty. You watch as piece by piece is destroyed until there is nothing left to play with.  Then comes the best part.  The Snuffing out of the prey’s little life.  Then, the screen goes black.

It is the most amazingly cunt wetting adventure someone could witness.  I know if you were there your cocks would be so rock fucking hard, wouldn’t they be my sweet?