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This Little Piggy Went To Market

taboo phone sex karmaHe had this thing that turned him on. He loved to have a bitch squeal like a pig. She had to grovel and oink for him. It was the only way he could get off. The only thing that would allow him release. At first I got a kick out of it but after a while it became annoying as hell. I had to put an end to his bull shit. Ordering the razor lined condom was the most difficult part of the entire plan. I found the perfect pig outfit and put my plan in motion as soon as the condom came in. I was going to be his last little piggy. Once I was covered in his blood and there was nothing left of his shredded dick I would cook him just like a side of pork. The best part was going to be his crunchy, crackling skin. He would be seasoned to perfection and every inch of him was going taste so good. He would be oinking and squealing for me and it would be the last thing he ever did….

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I was walking home after a night of worshiping. I smelled like weed, and camp fire. I knew I would attract someone. Get them to follow me. My body was barley covered. My ass was hanging out, my tits were out. I knew someone would try to take me and have their way with me. I was hoping for it. I wanted to use my knew hunting knife. I acted like I was drunk, stumbling over myself. Leaning on walls and falling down like a stupid drunken whore would. I wanted to look vulnerable. I wanted to look like an easy target. As soon as I passed him, I knew he was the one. He was a big black man. I knew he was going to act like a nice guy and walk me home. But home was a dark ally, he threw me into the fence and started ripping my panties off. Just as he was about to put his dick inside of me I stuck my sharp new knife into his ball sac. It was like a hot knife into butter. So smooth, so easy to cut into his flesh. I did a number on his cock and balls. If he lives through that, He wont be so eager to help someone out next time!

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I used to be innocent, I used to be sweat. When I was younger my daddy was my hero. Then mommy left and daddy changed. He started talking about killing mommy, about fucking her dead body in front of me and my brothers. One night I heard a woman screaming, I thought daddy found mommy. I went down stairs and found daddy snuff porn streaming. I stood there in shock and silence as I watched the man on computer screen stabbing the naked woman. She was beautiful, but she didn’t seem to be much older than me. I made a noise and daddy turned. He was drunk and very angry. He grabbed me by my throat, choking me. He had no pants on and I could see his hard cock dripping.

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He pulled me down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was calling me a dirty whore. He told me I looked too much like mommy. He said if I cant hurt mommy then I will hurt you. That was the first night. Daddy stabbed me, he shoved the knife up into my tight pussy. He fucked me with the knife and then with his cock. As I laid there, fading away I felt my daddy blow his load into my cunny. That night forever changed me.

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I have become very attached to my master, he takes good care of me. The other night we had some fun with some tools. I had a screw driver and an electric drill. He wanted me to take the drill and begin to drill into my lower tummy. I probably wont ever be aloud to reproduce since he wanted me to drill deep into my flesh, all the way into my uterus. The pain was excruciating I could not help the tears running down my face. I felt like my tummy was on fire and the blood gushed from the three holes I made and it ran down my pussy mound, into my pussy, and down my legs.

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He thought now that I had blood flowing down into my pussy, that is would be good lubricant. He told me to take my screw driver and drive it into my pussy. He wanted and demanded I do it, hard, fast, and rough. I did as my master said because without his approval and satisfaction,- I am nothing. I needed to please him and make him happy. My pussy was so red and swollen and full of blood that when he finally stuck his cock inside of me, he couldn’t even fit in my pussy hole. He rammed himself harder and harder until his amazing cock was all the way inside of my worthlessness. I begged for more with cries of pain. He wanted to make sure I saw how happy I made him as he took his cock out of me and forced me on my knees and came in my eyes.

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The One Who Holds The key

TabooPhone SexI was out at a party the other night.

I don’t remember much except I was jonesing on these hot guys at the convenience store. They were getting a shit load of beer and asked if I wanted to join..

Hot guys and free beer, who wouldn’t want to go!

So i remember being there and making out with this guy. He was hot and I could feel how massive his cock was as he pressed against me.

He gave me a little powdered candy appetizer and took me in this dark room and told me to wait for him.

I got undressed and laid down on the bed and I must have passed out!

I kept fading in and out and every time I would start to focus, there was a different  guy fucking me!

At one point I had a cock in every fuck hole I had!

I was getting gang raped in my ass, cunt, and mouth!

I was way too weak to fight back. Not that I would have anyway!

But that’s not the weird part!

When I finally came to, I stumbled to the bathroom to clean up some of this cock snot that was slung all over me and I noticed that I had a few new piercings!

I don’t remember how they got there or who put them there!

When I went out to the other room, the party was over and everyone was gone and the place was a wreck!

The bad thing is….I don’t know who has the key!

 

 

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taboo phone sex angieThe chamber is ready. The entire time I was setting it up my pussy dripped with anticipation. There is a large one way mirror on one wall. Microphones are set up for recording sound. A video tape is set up for recording image. I have three victims, two female and one male that have been kept while preparations were being made. He just left and I have the gas in my hands. My hands are shaking with anticipation. I believe I have enough for one solid week. I am retrieve the military rations that I bought and setting them up in the room. The three cots are set and everything looked good. He called the gas Scarecrow Fear Gas, named after something from a Batman movie. It is supposed to be a highly hallucinogenic gas that when taken in large quantities creates a paranoia and visions of fear and panic. I am very careful to set up the dispensing of the gas in a steady stream though the vents. As I lead my victims to the chamber I could feel the juices flowing down my inner thigh. I open the door and lock them in and begin the stream into the room. I leave and go to get a bite to eat, take a shower and masturbate. Alone with my thoughts as I allow the gas to take some effect. Staying away as long as I can, I return to the chamber. I can tell by their behavior that the gas is having some effect on them but not like I thought. Disappointed I retire to bed leaving them for the evening. The following morning I wake early eager and horny. I eat my breakfast and return to the chamber. Now we have something. They are all naked and hysterical. Each lost in his or her hallucination. The fear is evident in their eyes and the irrational behavior is turning me on. As I sit and watch I masturbate to the evil taking place before my eyes. As the day goes on and more of the gas is inhaled the behavior becomes more bizarre and satisfied every evil thought in my head. Finally I retire for the evening eager for day two. Returning to the chamber I find carnage. The female has ripped her finger nails off and is biting chunks of flesh our of her arms. One of the men has skinned his cock some how and it is a massive chunk of meat. The other male is in the corner clawing flesh from his face and laughing hysterically. I cum instantly without even touching myself, reveling in my glory. I leave them again as I have errands to run. When I return I find that the female is dead, the males are pulling her organs from her flesh torn body. What a shame I had hoped she would last longer. What happens next you will have to find out by watching the film of my torture.

Ass Rape Porn to Snuff Porn Documentary: Cassandra Films it All

ass rape pornWe were on the couch fucking. Actually, he was fucking me like I was an ass rape porn star; nailing my ass hard with his foot long cock. I love rough anal, but 12 inches of thick meat up my ass is difficult to take. He was not happy with me. He tossed me off the couch and put on some snuff porn. He loves to watch the sick shit when fucking me. In his mind, I am nothing more than a fuck pig. The film he put in was about the kidnapping and torture of several women, a mother and her daughters it looked like. It was gruesome, but he was standing in front of the TV jacking off watching these chicks get force fucked before dying slow, painful deaths.snuff porn documentary

That’s when it dawned on him that I would be perfect for a snuff porn documentary. I didn’t like the sound of that. Within an hour, several of his friends were over. He grabbed me by the throat and fucked my ass until I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up naked, and strapped to a wood table, much like the mom in the snuff movie we watched. His cohorts began mutilating my breasts with sharp blades. I screamed, cried, prayed I was having a nightmare. Do men really get off ruining the female body? My nipples were cut then sliced off. My breasts were stabbed repeatedly until the saline bags popped. They actually cut my breasts off and removed the saline bags then started pissing into the stumps that use to be my perfect big boobs.

snuff moviesI was going into shock from the pain when they turned their focus to my worthless cunt and ass. They had this look of sick glee on their faces as they each held up some sharp instrument to impale me with. As my head turned, to avoid looking at them stabbing my fuck holes, I saw one guy filming it all with his cock hard as a rock. Pretty sure I was in shock as I was numb and cold. They were pulling my cervix out, even my uterus. Blood was pooling all around me. I felt once last jolt of excruciating pain as a knife impaled my belly, before I heard the final words,” snuff the bitch.” The knife across my throat I didn’t even feel. Thank God for small favors I guess.

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Hunting for Food or Fun?

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After a long day outside in the heat I FINALLY found the one I wanted. She wasn’t too big and she wasn’t too skinny. She was perfect for me. She was walking down the highway with her thumb up. I knew she would get in the car with me. I look nice, and sweet but in my mind she looked so good to eat. I pulled my car off to the side of the road. She ran to get in. I opened the door for her, she was sweaty and looked tired. I turned the cold air on blast to give her a little chill. I wanted to see her nipples get hard. The smell of her sweat made my stomach growl.

 

I asked her where she was going and like a runaways she said “Anywhere but here.” I smiled and off we went. I offered her a place to stay, shower, eat and a bed to sleep in. After about 3 hours of talking in the car on the way to my house I knew I just had to have her. I ordered some food and grabbed a bottle of wine. I showed her to the bathroom and gave her some of my clothes. When she came out of the bathroom, she smelled so sweet. Her body was so clean I wanted to take a bite out of her then. I waited, I offered her some wine and she downed it like it was the last thing she will ever have.

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I poured another Glass she did the same thing, before the food even got to my house the whore was tied up and in my basement. She woke up to me chopping some onion and getting a piece of meat all trimmed of fat and getting ready to cook. She couldn’t move, she started to scream but her mouth wouldn’t open. I giggled as I showed the whore her own leg in my roasting pan. I wanted her to eat herself before I finished her off.

My keepsakes

 

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I know what I do is against the law. I do try to honor ever part of my victims but there are a few things that I keep. I keep them to remind me of things that I have done. All the time I spent with them. I spend hours hunting them down following them. Then when I finally get them home I spend so much time with them. I had an idea while I’d sit in my car rubbing my cunt thinking of all the things I could do to them. Like the uncut man I found. I cut his dick over and over again. I poured bleach in his wounds, salt, and I would pour vinegar on him. Then After I beat him, tortured his cock, Fucked him in the ass and made him suck his shit off my cock; I sewed his foreskin together. I tried to keep his cock, but I couldn’t keep it hard and after a while it started to stink. I did how ever keep his head… I keep all of their heads…

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Killer Torture Sex Trophies

torture sexMost girls grow up idolizing singers and actresses, even athletes. Not me. I was always fascinated by serial killers. Did you know most serial killers keep souvenirs of their kills? Little trophies to help them relive the moment. Serial killers even give their trophies as gifts to loved ones or family members. Anatoly Onoprienko kept the underwear of 52 victims in the Ukraine. Ahmad Suradji killed 42 chicks in Eastern Europe and kept their saliva. Ted Bundy sometimes kept the heads of his pretty victims. Elizabeth Bathoy, a 16th century Countess linked to over 600 brutal torture sex deaths, kept some of her victims blood. And of course we all know that Jeffrey Dahmar kept the genitals of his dead dinner guests.

castration phone sexFrom body parts to jewelry to clothing, the world’s worst murderers, my heroes, have kept trophies. I’m a sadist. I don’t always kill for sexual pleasure. Sometimes it is for sport, sometimes money, sometimes opportunity, sometimes to teach a lesson, sometimes because an annoying fuck has exceeded his or her tolerance level with me. Whatever my motive at the time, my heroes have taught me to take tokens. I am not as random in my souvenir taking as I am with my killings. I love to take balls. I appreciate the twisted mind of Dahmer, so I keep them in a lobster pot on the stove, just like he did. I, however, don’t eat them. I make my female victims devour them in a sick game of “Would You Rather?” You see, if a worthless cunt has the choice between eating the testicles of a dead asshat or dying a painful death, she always selects option one. There is no integrity in that, so she dies regardless. I have spared the life of a couple bitches who stood their ground: no eating human rocky mountain oysters under any circumstance. In the face of death, folks show their true nature. Desperate people with no principles, no personal code of ethics, don’t deserve to live.

snuff pornJust last week I took the balls of a stupid fuck I saw kick a dog. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I pick a fair fight. I put on some steel toed Doc Martins and kicked him in his worthless balls till he was puking up blood. “How does it feel to be kicked loser,” I asked as I channeled my inner David Beckham on his groin. Crying ass pansy. I strapped him to this old electric chair I got at a prison auction, chopped his balls off first, then his pecker which I stuffed in his mouth as I slit his throat. I pissed on the bloody stump that use to contain his tally whacker and masturbated as I squeezed his balls in my hand watching him bleed out. The next morning, I had a contract kill scheduled for a cheating whore gold digging wife. As she was chomping on his severed balls, my little trophy, in a worthless attempt to save her life, I asked her how her douche bag boyfriend’s testicles tasted. The expression on her face was priceless. Almost as good as the expression when she realized I was going to kill her anyway. “Maybe you can keep your whore legs crossed in hell, bitch,” I giggled as I stabbed her cheating cunt with a 12 inch serrated blade until she no longer twitched. I don’t usually take trophies from female victims, but it was kind of poetic justice that I had her boyfriend’s dead balls, well one ball, she ate the other one. So, I took her worthless clit. In an old cigar box on my mantle I have the ball and clit of dead stupid lovers. Who says I am not a romantic?

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