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Finale of VII deadly Sins: Wrath

Continued….
Last time my guy was down in the basement torturing a slovenly lusty bitch into submission and obedience. She was pretty stubborn, but then I heard HIM yelling and screaming. I didn’t go down there because I just plain didn’t feel like it. Boy, he was really screaming though, sounds like the tables turned.
It was a few days until all the screaming stopped; I figured they were either dead or exhausted. Finally, I went down there to see how things had ended. It wasn’t pretty gruesome, but I laughed. These two idiots mutilated each other to the point of a useless existence. She had clearly had all of her pleasure zones cut off and he…well, I am sure you can see from the picture I took, he is useless as a man now.

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So you might be thinking where is the wrath? Well…this entire span of seven weeks of my guy doing all this stuff to women, and he was fucking them while torturing them. Well, guess what. I am the one that let her out of her restraints and I sat upstairs while they fucked each other up. I guess I am the wrath, and I got off on it when they were fucking each other up. Devious I know.

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Master, I Want it Harder

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Master made me strip naked and wait for him with my ass out and ready for his cock. I pulled my cheeks apart when I heard him coming close. Spread wide, I felt his hands explore my pussy and ass as he fingered both holes. He smacked my ass hard, making me squeal. After a few whacks, he grabbed a paddle and spanked me with it until I was red and sore. In between each slap, I had to tell him that I want it harder. And he always complied with that request, regardless that it wasn’t actually what I wanted. When I don’t ask for more, the punishments become much worse, so I know better than to beg for mercy.

But sometimes, fate decides the punishment for me. Something must have made him very upset that day, because I felt a knife pierce through my back. Even still, I choked out, I want it harder! Stab after stab, I asked to get it harder. The blood poured down from my body, pooling around my knees. Filling my lungs, the blood came up from my throat as I coughed. This time, I was no longer able to ask for it harder, as I had lost consciousness, barely clinging to life. In a fit of fury, he dug the knife through my neck, cutting my spinal cord and brain stem. Time for a new slave.

Ass Rape Porn and Hate Fuck Punishment

So there was this dumb little shit that needed taught a lesson and some ass rape porn just might do the trick here. I mean this little fuckwad was fucking around my bike, this BITCH does NOT like anyone fucking around my baby and I am ready to open some ass on this little faggot son of a bitch. Oh, so the little piece of shit was on a mother fucking fraternity dare or what the fuck ever they call that dumb assed jarhead shit.

I grabbed the faggot by his god damned collar and made the little fucking weasle creep of a fuckwad near piss his pants. I shoved him at my guys telling them to prepare him for his punishment, and it’s doubtful he will see the light of day by the time we finish with him. WHen I step into our clubhouse my two gang brothers have the slobbering miscreant on the slab with wrists shackled and legs spread and ankles shackled. They were rubbing their pricks prepping them for the fun. I had my steel strap on and couldn’t wait to hate fuck that mother fuckers ass to a bloody gaping hole. All the cum my brothers will leave in first as the take his bitch cunt and then I will wield my death cock of fucking DOOM.

My steel ass shredder is rigged for her pleasure *wink* rigged with dermabrasion micro needles that whirl around the fuck stick and as I enter that ass they start penetrating and ripping into that tend anal flesh and allowing that salty semen to ooze its way into the anal tar tar allowing for more pleasure as the screams of pain emit from his bitchboi mouth. When I had enough of his fucking screaming like a little bitch I snapped his goddamned neck.

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Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexSnuff sex Cassandra is my handle in a few fetish online chat rooms I belong too. It is because I have fantasies about dying. Some of my fantasies are inspired by my callers. I have some sick twisted regulars. One of my most creative callers recently did a call with me that had me bragging in one of the chat rooms about wanting to die in just such a fashion. He was a mad scientist of sorts creating new drugs. Killer drugs. I was a sex slave thus he could legally test his drugs on me like I was a lab rat. I woke up strapped down with him injecting his drug into me. When I protested he reminded me I was a sub human. I asked questions. I wanted to know what was going to happen to me, but he was vague with the details. He shot a needle in my arm. Nothing happened. When he hooked up an industrial sized vibrator to my pussy, I thought this was like a female enhancement trial. No such luck for a blonde bimbo slave. It was a death drug. When I came, my heart would stop beating. Death by orgasm. A hot and terrifying concept. I tried not to cum. I tried to think of horrible things so I wouldn’t cum.  I couldn’t. I am a pain slut. I am a snuff porn junkie. I resisted for as long as I could but the intensity was too strong. I came. I felt my heart seizing up like some one was on the inside squeezing it. Within minutes of cumming, I was dead. Wouldn’t it be great to die by orgasm? Sure, your dead, but what a way to go.  If you want to snuff me, which I know you do, make me cum to death.

Even Pretty Women Can Be Evil

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Home all alone for the weekend, all the doors and windows were locked. And I knew better than to let any strange men into my house. That’s when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked through the window and saw a nice looking lady outside. So I opened up to see what she wanted. She said her car had broken down, and her husband and little ones were waiting for her at home. They would be worried when she didn’t show up, and her phone had died. With a smile, I let her use the phone in our kitchen. The instant I turned my back to her, she grabbed my small body and held a cloth over my face. It smelled funny, and then all of a sudden, things began to fade.

When I woke up, I was tied down and naked, ass up. Looking around, I saw that I was still at home. That’s when I saw the woman, now dressed in a dominatrix outfit, and a strange man was now in the house as well. I tried to scream, but my mouth was gagged. The man instructed the woman to take a cane and whip me with it on my bare ass until it was red and raw. With each lash, I cried out in pain. Fighting my restraints was useless- they had been expertly secured and there was absolutely no wiggle room. When my cheeks were so red that I could feel the heat radiating off of them, the woman stopped as the man came up and forced his hard cock inside my cunt. Wrapping his hands around my throat, he strangled me until things started to fade again, this time for real, as he blew his load inside me. They left my naked, dead body tied up as they made their escape.

Through the Meat Grinder

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Captured by cannibals, I squealed like a pig from fear. Rattling against the cage they had locked me in, I tried with all my might to loosen the door, but it wouldn’t budge. My wrists were in shackles, chained together. I was in a cold, damp basement. Shivering, I cowered as a tall, scary looking man thundered his way up to my cage. Unlocking the door, he dragged me out by the shackles. I kicked and screamed as he took into a colder room with the terrifying sounds from the largest meat grinder I had ever seen in my life. The gears and blades spun at bone crushing speeds that would tear to shreds in an instant. Horrified, I kicked and tried to fight back, giving it everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. He took the chain connected the shackles and hung it on a hook suspended from the ceiling. It was only just low enough that I could barely stand on my tippy toes. Walking over to the controls, he moved some levers, causing the hook to be lifted into the air, taking me right off my feet. The hook repositioned directly over the spinning blades as I frantically tried to swing away from my impending death. Slowly, I was lowered down into the machine, feet first. The pain of my feet being crushed off was overwhelming. Although the grinder could have made mincemeat of me in seconds, he lowered me in slowly, getting off from watching me scream in pain as I felt bits of my bone and flesh being torn off from my body. I lost consciousness right before I died of blood loss and shock. Damn, he better have made one fucking good burger out of me.

Meeting The Neighborhood Cannibal

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Everyone in the neighborhood says you like to eat people but I didn’t believe them. You’ve only ever been very nice and friendly toward me so I just tossed it up to being a local urban legend. Obviously those were just made up stories to keep young ones out of your unfamiliar reach or lies made up by the older boys to get the little ones all worked up- no way it could be true!

I was walking past your house and you were outside doing some yard work. Me being overly friendly by nature and genuinely curious, I saw a chance to get to know you and to finally settle all those rumors as being untrue. Your body language read as excited- having this cute young piece of sweet meat wander up into your space. You invite me inside with promises of lemonade and cookies. We sit down and you begin telling me more about yourself. I started feeling a tired and lightheaded, probably from the heat. You offer your sofa to me for a rest and I fell asleep quickly without a single problem.

I eventually did wake up but I was paralyzed and gagged- tied down to the kitchen table which was dressed with one single place setting. You walk in and run down the way this evening is going to play out. You are going to eat me. Raw at first, to help you figure out the best way to season my flesh. I have tears rolling down my cheeks and you gently shush me, running a sharp knife along the inside of my thighs. You then tell me that I am going to go back to sleep for a long time now and that you don’t like the way shock and pain tastes. You inject me with some medication and the whole world goes dark.

While I am unconscious you begin cutting sample pieces off of different parts of my soft teeny body. Trying the individual cuts first helps you determine exactly how you want to cook me, if at all. After making a few decisions on which direction to take your meal this evening, you pull out a dusty copy of some  Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 1. Flipping through you find yourself salivating over the recipe for Gigot a la Moutarde- leg of lamb with mustard.

You remove my leg with a large butcher saw while I am still breathing. Then clean and shave my fresh- preparing it for seasoning. You rub 1/2 cup Dijon mustard, soy sauce, rosemary, garlic and your finest cold press olive oil over my limb in a large roasting pan. Cooking one side for 30 minutes and the other for roughly 20 more. Finally pulling the beautiful roast from the oven, it smells delicious! You sit back down at the table, pour yourself a glass of Merlot. Taking tongs and knife to pick out a selection from your masterpiece. Placing it on your plate and taking your time savoring each bite.

 

My young flesh is so tender-  What are you going to make out of the rest of me?

 

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There’s a new snuff phone sex mistress in town and you better bow down. I’m the real deal, fucker, and you haven’t met no one like me. I’m a former Mexican gang member from South Texas and I am the real deal. I come from a large family of gang members and they spared me no mercy. My brothers thought it was fun to use little sister as a fuck doll until I fixed their asses. I stabbed one of them in the heart and watched him bled. The other one got his dick ripped out by the root. After I drugged him and stomped on his balls. He is the one who shoved his dick in my ass. He had to pay.

I guess you can say I have a bad attitude. I may cut out your tongue though. I have a smoking body and a hotter temper. I will spew insults at you in Spanish. I hate fucking whores. Women who sell their bodies and cheating sluts should be carved like pumpkins. A few of my gang brothers asked me to help them get rid of a slut. I am always glad to be an accomplice and rid the world of trash. We tortured that diseased cum dump all night long and dumped her for the coyotes.

When you are done with pussy snuff girls, come to the girl who will get the job done. I will whisper soft Spanish  in your victims ear, right before I slit her throat. Then we can fuck until she dies. That really gets me off. Can you handle a girl like me?

Evil Phone Sex Fantasies of Wickedness

Evil phone sex fantasies are fulfilled to their fullest in filth and wicked debauchery. I love kidnapping sweet young things who have the sweetest tasting flesh and their blood… oh that virginal blood caressing my flesh with each stab I administer. Oh how wet my cunt gets to make daddy watch me molest and torture his little princess. But it’s ok daddy, you can get your chance to fuck her still, I promise!

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First I want to make her watch her daddy fuck me as I stab her mommy analy with my blade tipped strap-on. I love the blood and that her husband is the one driving me into her each time and her screams ripping through the abandoned warehouse is priceless. Well almost as priceless as my filthy mind and how much anticipation I have for finishing off the little fucking brat, and to bask in her blood while her daddy fucks my once more… little does he know I will slit his throat after he fills my cunt with that seed.

Sacrifice

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I woke up from a drug induced stupor tied to some strange contraption. Each limb was pulled in a different direction and all four were being pulled slightly behind me, making it so my torso was sticking out further than the rest of my body. Low pitched chanting hummed through the air. I tried to look around to see who the voices were coming from, but my vision was still cloudy and the room was only dimly lit by candles, aside from one flickering light which hung right above me, shining into my eyes. When my vision finally returned to normal, I could make out black, hooded figures in a circle around me. One of them was standing right in between my legs, saying something in an ancient language as the others continued their chants. Sinking a large dagger into my chest, he jammed his cock inside my pussy at the same time. He pulled out the knife and let the blood trickle down my body, eventually trailing down my arms and dripping onto the floor. Fucking me until he came inside me, the next hooded man came up and did the same. Each man there stabbed me just once, then came inside me. By the time last man stepped up, I was dizzy from the blood loss. Streams of crimson blood poured down my arms and legs, pooling on the floor around me. It seemed the blood was being funneled into one drain, like they were collecting it. For what reason, I had no clue. Barely conscious, the last knife drove its way inside my flesh as my pussy oozed cum. The last cock entering me caused the cum to gush out and drip down. I drifted to nothing as the last nut deposited itself inside my hole.