So I have my thing. And I do it well. I know I’m not a good girl. Hell no where close to it! I am down right EVIL. And proud of it. I know sometimes I go a little crazy. But fuck it. I love it to much to stop. And I am one of a kind. Now.. I have never doubted that. But I had some problems with this little bitch Katelyn. She rolled into town and stole all my baby sitting gigs. She is all cute with blonde hair and big blue eyes. Then she started stealing all my clients. Pimping out all the little whoreletts she was watching. MY little Whoreletts… My money! She is FUCKING with the wrong Evil girl! Well, time to teach the slut how much of a problem she made. I followed her for a few weeks. And I found out that she was VERY well protected. She was never open or alone. Is like she knew I was coming. So I just have to make her available. So I dropped a gold ball in her gas tank. Ooooh she started off driving fine.. but then the golf ball got sucked down and sputter sputter she ran out of gas. The second she saw me she knew. She didn’t run or scream the whore tried to fight me. She pulled out a knife and tried to kill me! The crazy bitch didn’t know who she was fucking with. I let her jab and try to stab me then I caught her hand and kicked her knee as hard as I could. I heard it break under my foot. She went down like a sack of potatoes. It was easy to take her to the cabin then. But … I was surprised by the amount of weapons she had on her. I had to strip the bitch all the way down just to make sure I found them all. Then to make up for all the money the whore had caused me. I called all my friends and let them all pay to have a ride on the blonde slut. She made more for me than I lost. And I loved watching the anger in her eyes! The stupid slut still thought she could fight me. Even after a week of passing her around. I loved the spirit but it was time to break it. So I started with a simple brick. I started on her feet. Breaking her toes. Then her feet. Her legs. And knees. Then her hips. By the time I smashed her pussy she was quite broken. But I didn’t stop. I broke each one of her ribs. Her collar bone and then worked my way down her arms. To each and every finger. The slut screamed and begged. But I was loving it to much to stop. Then I had show her how to use a knife. And I was going to make it last a good long time. Cutting a finger off.. A toe. Scream for me bitch. OOOh I will kill her. Or I will let her make more money for me and then kill her. I have plenty of time to make her pay.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Evil is as Evil Does
Burn Baby Burn
I’m a growing teenage girl. I get hungry. And . . . occasionally I’m in the mood for some protein. But I like my meat served up with a side of terrified shrieks. Oh, did I mention I eat it rare? Yeah. There’s nothing better than taking a big old bite while your meal is still fresh . . . and alive. The other day, I really fucked up the Chink whore who pissed her little panties about my internet bandwidth. Turns out, she had the nerve to report me for “taking up too much of the space” on our block. WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID CHINK. You wanna fuck with Bianca, huh? You wanna piece of her?? Well, lucky for Little Miss Geisha, I had a space for her. Right inside my intestinal track, where she could be drowned in putrid acid and gushed out like the trashy, useless shit she is. But I’m the type of gal that’s picky about her loin cuts. I wont just take any old slab of fat. So when I dragged her by the hair off her back porch, and flung her down into the fire pit, I decided to inspect the slantey-eyed twit with the bottom of my foot. And I smacked and beat that bitch with the blunt force of my heel until rich, appetizing blood was gushing out of her eyeballs and the squinty-eyed banana was bawling like a baby. More fun with feet? Yeah, you like that chink . . . . well I’m not much a chef. Never have been. But It’s amazing how cooperative a stupid slut can be after a little adjustment. I shoved her own toes down her throat until the melody of blood gurgling played as I heard her choking on it. Even better since her toenails are a little longer, and they sliced into the flesh of her esophogaus as she choked on her own severed meatcuts. To prepare her for cooking, I pinned the rice-eating Oriental down, making sure to dig the sharp meathooks into her Achilles heels, severing the tendons so the doomed fucker couldn’t run away. The retarded little twats try that sometimes. They think it’ll work. But it just makes me angrier. Good thing I’ve got a good aim. When she tried to limp away on her knees, the muscle sinewy tugging against the meathooks as she mewed like a kitten, all it took was one huge WHACK! of my baseball bat to the side of her head, and that little whore went down. I took my axe then, the one with the rusted blade coated in gasoline, and I hacked off the skank’s tits. Yummy. Such a beautiful bubbling of fat when the heat reaches the right temperature. Nothing I love more than a good appetizer. But I had to cook it right. I dropped a lit match right over the gook’s tits and they burst into flames, fire licking in a burst of pain along the gasoline leaking into her bloodstream. Not sure if if that part was gonna be edible, but uh . . . I had to work quick, ‘cus see . . . I like to roast my catch alive. Bianca’s got high standards for her food, and fucking her prey up first? Locks in the flavor of abject suffering.
Chopped
This bitch was sweet as honey. She had a certain glow that made her irresistible. She looked so healthy and happy it made my mind run wild with thoughts of what her smiling face would look like in twisted pain and agony. The images I conjured up in my mind drove me insane to the point of obsession.
I had to have her.
I would have her.
I followed her waiting for the perfect moment to present itself. Finally I was able to grab her. I placed my hanker-chief soaked in chloroform over nose and mouth feeling her body become limp in my grasp.
The rush of conquest always sends electrical shocks through my body and I always cum hard.
I carried her into the house and took her to my room of torture and pain. I secured her to my stone alter and sat back rubbing my cunt in anticipation, waiting for her to wake up.
She opened her eyes and looked at me with a glassy confused stare as she tried to focus. I could see her trying to focus and figure out where she was. And then it came, that moment of realization and the hoarse scream that is filled with terror . The one that fills my whole body with a satisfied orgasm making my legs weak with satisfaction.
I couldn’t help but let out a low and menacing laugh as I walked slowly towards her with a handful of knives. I wanted to slowly dissect her, dismembering her while cauterizing each wound to stop the bleeding, cause the most pain, and keep her alive through out the whole process.
I worked long into the night, watching her pass out from the pain, waiting for her to become conscience again so that I could cause her more pain. Masturbating while she lay there, her muscles twitching involuntarily while she is in the darkness, the only place that she doesn’t feel pain.
Saving her perfectly formed breasts for last she finally opened her eyes again. As I sliced into her right tit at the base cutting it with surgical precision, the blood begins to mingle with milk that is in her ducts. Oh how fucking sweet, she is a new mommy! No wonder she had that glow!
What a shame I could have gotten two for one if I had known.
Castration Phone sex with a Sadistic Mortician
You 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)
Helping Hand
What a fucking mess! It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be a simple grab, then violation, then dump, something to teach his now ex-girlfriend and his brother a lesson. Nothing going too far, but now, I am covered in blood from my head to my toes. He is as well. I’m not sure were it went wrong, but damn, did it ever go south fast. Actually, I know exactly when it went wrong, it was the video. I knew he tended to go over board with his play things, but these weren’t play things. These were his Brother and recent girlfriend.
His girlfriend decided it would be a fan-fucking-tastic idea to give his Brother a blow job. His Brother in turn decided it would be an even better fan-fucking-tastic idea to video it on his phone. Only his Brother picked up the wrong phone, and when my over excited friend went to send me a pic he had taken a few days ago, he saw the video. That’s when things went crazy.
He is sitting in the corner completely calm, smoking a cig. I am standing here looking around at what we have to do to clean up this fucked up scene. There is big chunks of skin scattered about, bits of bone and meat that went through the chipper stuck to the walls, and I have no clue what the fuck dude did with the heads.
Freak Nasty Slut
Now I got to tell you that like any rebellious emo teen, I hate going to school where I am surround by spoiled, stupid bitches. I am talking about the ones that walk around school like a princess and the one that I know all you perverts just want to snatch up so you take them some where to fuck the shit out of their wet, tight holes. Well I got to tell you what happened with me this week that involves one of those skanks. Well this slut is completely spoiled by Daddy’s money and gets away with anything. Well I was doing a line of the good, white shit in the girl’s bathroom before class when that slut came into the bathroom to powder her face. She saw what I was doing and called my a whore as she left the bathroom. I didn’t care and continued sniffing away when all of a sudden the vice principal walked in the girl’s bathroom. Great! I got fuckin’ busted! He gave me suspension from school and then threatened me that he was going to fail me for the year. Later on I found out that self righteous bitch narked me out to the V.P. as she was going to he class.
With that knowledge, I put it to my motivating power to deal with her ass. So after school, I stocked her all the way to her house since I know she walks home from school everyday. I saw that her house key was hidden under a flower pot near her front door. After returning the key back in it’s spot, I watched her through the window and saw she went to take a shower and that is when I made my move. After she got out of the shower and went into her room, that is when she found me. Terrified and speechless she froze at the sight of me with a gun. With my gun pointing at her, I told her to pull her bathroom razor out of her robe pocket and start cutting her face. She begged me to not cut herself and I just cocked my gun. With sobbing tears down her cheeks, she began cutting into face. Now this is the best way to get a bitch back is by having her fuck up her own damn self! Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
Mounting My Kill
Does it make you as fucking hard as it makes me wet to know that I made a kill? Yes the hunt was successful as always. But this one gave me a good fight. This one was a challenge for sure. He was very clever but not clever enough. Because he was my biggest challenge to date, he will be the first to be mounted and hung on my wall. Now I am headed (no pun intended, OK well maybe a little) to my friend’s house who is a taxidermist that will also perform humidermy. Yes human taxidermy, delightful isn’t it? Just the thought gets my blood boiling, makes my nipples hard and makes me want to fuck good and hard. I am taking the head to him and he is going to let me watch and maybe help to preserve my trophy for mounting on my wall. I can’t wait, it is going in my room on the wall right across from my bed so that I can lay at night and look at it, remembering the thrill of the hunt and the glory of the kill as I fuck myself or get fucked and cum nice and hard looking at it!
The Walking Dead
Ripping the flesh from the bones of the living as the blood runs down their faces and chunks of flesh are devoured before my eyes. My cunt pulsates in time to the chewing motion of their decaying and decrepit mouths. What I wouldn’t give for a world full of disease infested walking corpses to be wondering the planet. The thought of the carnage and mass hysteria makes my cunt crave the thrill of my twisted and demented orgasms. I know I would keep a few of these undead as pets in my basement and relish the pleasure of fucking my cunt while watching them feast on victims that I brought to them. I would torture my victims just out of reach of my pets watching them become more and more agitated with every scream as they pull at their chains in an effort to reach what will be theirs soon. Looking into their dead eyes that have no life behind them as they smell the blood I am spilling, knowing that soon I will reach the ultimate orgasm as I watch them rip the remaining flesh from my victims as they feast before my eyes. There is no doubt that i would sever the limbs of one of these undead and rip the bottom jaw off to prevent him from infecting me while I ride his decaying cock. Filling my cunt with his undead flesh. What would be hell on earth to the rest of the world would be heaven on earth for me. Watching The Walking Dead each week is like watching porn for me. I cum over and over again each week and dream of the possibilities of such a world cumming to pass.
Burn Bitch Burn
My friend David asked me for a little help today. His ex-girlfriend is Cheating on him. It seems like she lets her pussy rule his life. He was sick and tired of always wondering where her cunt has been. He asked me for help in knowing if he should leave the bitch. Of course I told him a slut like that could never be trusted. I’ve been waiting for the day he finally breaks up with this whore. I’ve had something very special planned for her, for a very long time. I was so excited when he finally dumped her. I could barely contain myself. I ran straight home and got out the special gift and made for her. I bought several tasers and disassembled them. I ran them together and attached the ends to clamps. I was able to string together four units to one controller. The shock wouldn’t be enough to kill you, but it would make you wish you were dead. I’ve been waiting so long to teach that little cunt a lesson. I was able to pick her up easy enough. I knew the little slut would be out on the prowl. I took her straight down to my basement and wired her up. I know for a fact in the past two years she’s cheated at least 22 times. I don’t think she really understands how big of a number that is. So I’m going to teach her. I start off with the first guy I know of, Ray. I remind her of Ray and how she fucked him one weekend. While I was reminding her of Ray, I was hooking those clamps up to that nasty cunt of hers. Oh she was crying, and cursing and begging me to stop. And then I started to shock her. I could smell her pussy cooking. It was fantastic. When I finally stopped and she was sobbing. I let her know that we were going to go through each one of her 22 affairs. She really freaked out! The next guy was Tim. And when I lit her up I could see smoke coming from her pussy lips. I could hear the crackling! It sounds like bacon cooking! OOOH I like seeing the fear in her eyes. Of course, this lesson I’m teaching her will be lost. Since I plan on killing the whore when I’m done. But I’m going to burn her cunt lips off before I do that. David will never get the chance to take this slut back.
Bianca’s Body Farm
You know what I’ve always wanted? My own fucking collection of real-life dildos, fresh from the grubby man thighs that I sliced those thick, meaty pisspoles from…I like to dismantle bodies. In fact, I am slicing, dicing, and maiming my way toward my very own Body Farm. Dirty, dull blades are best. I want to hear the horrifying shrieks of unfathomable suffering and terror endured at my own fucking hands. Oh yeah. I do enjoy their hands….there’s nothing like a cold, stiff forearm from a corpse shoved up my pussy. The fingers are so dull and lifeless, leathery in texture and brimming with congealed blood. The rot doesn’t set in for a good three days, so during that time I’ve got lots of different fingers to choose from to rub my sopping wet clit with. FUCK! I love it when the skin starts to flake and peel off and the stench sets in. Men are shitshoveling fuckers who are only good for one thing: the veiny logs between their legs. I’ve got an axe, a strong swinging arm, and I’d like to treat myself and my pulsing, dripping cunt to some fresh meat. Bianca needs herself some new bodies….
extra blood, please….