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You want my tit, don’t you? Go ahead–say it. You wish you could wrap those wet, ready, waiting lips around one of my pert and succulent titties and lick and suck until my warm flesh titillates your dick. You wanna whip it out and show it to me like a fucking trophy. Well, I don’t wanna see it. Lock it back up in your pants and tie a belt around it til it turns blue and purple, you stupid prick. The only way you’ll get a taste of these big pretty lumps is if you earn them. My womanly flesh is ripe and ready to pick. I am one goth teen bitch you will have to work for. If you want a piece of this action, I will make you crawl and grovel and beg for it. That’s what gets me off–knowing that you love the sick, twisted freak that I am. If blood, gore, and sick shit makes your cock strain against the tight seams of your pants, we are on the same page. Most people cringe when they hear my fantasies…but I know I am well loved by the pervert freaks who cut little ones into tiny pieces and rub themselves off to fantasies of getting with me.

Freak show human doll creation

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My accomplice devised this wicked scenario and asked me to join in the fun. We kidnapped a young girl and took her to a special surgical underworld. The doctors cosmetically altered her to make her look wonderfully freakish at our command.

We had her breasts enlarged to the size of cantaloupes on her small body; then, we relocated her nipples so that they were not centered. One was even hanging off the side of her massive breast! Then, my partner had her teeth removed so that her mouth was entirely gums; I requested that she have bones reconstructed to keep her mouth open at all times. Her face would be in the shape of a constant “O” like a fish. We both agreed this would be attractive for men who wanted blowjobs. And, we made sure that her limbs were broken and reconstructed to not match in length.

We debated about creating malformed penises out of her clit, but I persuaded my partner to be patient; I had a gift that I wanted to give him later where this was concerned. We added concrete to her buttocks to make her look absolutely ridiculous. All the while, we were taunting her, reminding her, “This is all of your fault. You will never be like the pretty girls.” We mocked her as she stayed relatively conscious with little to no pain medication.
When it was complete, we walked her around on a leash. We took her to porn stores, where we paraded her and kept her in the back room for guys to fuck unmercifully. And, they did: they fucked her holes raw until they were just pieces of meat. Then, we would make her lick up all of the cum on the sticky, filthy floor. And, her open mouth was a perfect urinal.

But, the real fun was just about to begin!

My evil beginnings

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One of my favorite poets named Anthony Hecht said, “It doesn’t seem to me strange that little ones should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.” I wish my parents would have felt the same way. But, they didn’t. Instead, they pushed me around different mental wards, physically reprimanded me, and whatever they thought was best. The irony is that those experiences only helped intensify the darkness inside of me and gave me ingenious ideas about how to torture my future victims.

For instance, in the ward, I met this young girl who was about my age. She was crazy, but I still found ways that I could learn from her. She would slash her wrists and write messages on the wall. But what I remember most is this one time that she had to go to a funeral. She was able to choose one “friend,” and she chose me, probably because most young people and grown-ups were scared of me.

So, we got to the funeral; instead of sitting with her family members, she walked directly to the front and examined the body with curiosity. With determination, she lifted her small body above the coffin and to the corpse. She opened the dead old woman’s mouth, grabbed her tongue between her little fingers, and produced a pair of scissors. I don’t know where she was able to get the scissors, but it seemed that she had a plan: she cut off the purple tongue and without blinking put it in her pocket. She closed the old woman’s mouth and turned around.

I don’t know if anyone saw what she did; but no one did anything except rip the scissors away from her hand. Maybe all the grown-ups were too busy morning, or whatever they do; or maybe they knew that they couldn’t do anything about the crazy girl and just pretended that it didn’t happen. Regardless, at that moment, I felt a sisterly bond with the girl. She was one of the first to give me the courage to embrace the dark side inside of me, and to help it grow. From time to time, she’d take out the tongue at the ward and we’d both look at it, poke at it, smell it. I was the first to lick it; and she giggled. I still wonder if anyone took the tongue away from her; why would they, what could they do with it? After all, how could they appreciate such a thing of beauty, this mutilated tongue?

Crash: Part Two

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I took the opportunity to go look at the brat and woman more closely; I wondered if they were truly dead.  Everyone took for granted that they would be…or would be soon.  The brat was making gurgling noises in the back of its throat, choking on its own worthless blood.  I wouldn’t mind hacking the body up a bit more, I thought; but, my attention was caught by a shadowy figure above me.  She was blonde and had a leg brace.  “I did that crash, but I survived.  Only got it half right,” she said and motioned to her prosthetic leg.  She was pretty, and I thought she would look even prettier on my mortuary table.

I seduced her into returning home with me.  She was easy to coax into my dungeon, curious at everything.  She instinctively hobbled onto the table, and undressed; yes, I liked her.  When I came closer, she kissed me and I felt a sexual sensation run through my veins.  She took off her brace…and seemed, again, to read my mind.  “Cut it open,” she whispered and kissed me again.  I peeled back the flesh with a knife and stuck my fingers into her open wound.  She reclined and watched as I jabbed my fingers into the open hole, blood spurting everywhere.  She moaned and seemed to cum; and, uncharacteristically, I bandaged her back up.  I wanted to know more about her…before doing away with her completely.  But, I already had a plan for decapitating her and kicking her head around the field where the crashes took place.

Wicked Revenge Part One

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Someone referred a guy to me; he was tall, had a few-day-old beard, and was visibly distraught. He kept mumbling about an “Ex” of his and how she had done him ‘wrong.’ I wasn’t really sure what happened, but I was determined to help him. Not out of the goodness of my heart, of course; rather, I just loved his evil plan. But, I figured he would probably back out and I would carry it out myself…and do away with him in the process.

We kidnapped his ex-girlfriend and her little daughter and separated them. First, we tortured the little girl. He initially slapped her face with his cock, kicked her in the pussy; I restrained her because I had other plans. I picked up my favorite dagger and began slicing her; to my surprise, he took the dagger away from me. He began using it to scrawl messages to his ex; he tried to write sentences and then he settled on words and shorter phrases, such as “whore” and “her fault.” The girl continued to scream for her mother, and my accomplice seemed to relish in her screams. We finally drove stakes in her neck, decapitating her head. Then my partner put her head on a stake and fucked it.

Wait until you hear what happens next…it gets even better!

Crash: Part One

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One of my friends told me that I had to see this underground scene where people are obsessed with famous car crashes and recreate them. But, the beauty, he said, was that they recreate them with authenticity…which means that real people die in them! I was fascinated.

When we arrived, I met this guy who had scars all over his face and body; he was proud of them, letting me touch them. He seemed to get a sexual thrill out of me touching and admiring them. One especially long scar was on his chest; it was almost over an inch wide, and it must have been one gorgeous gash when it happened. I would have liked to put my finger in that bloody tissue before they’d sewn it up. I scratched my long nails against it, smiling with excitement, thinking I might get the chance to do that later.

The show was about to begin. I could see a mother and her daughter crawl into the front seat of one; and, a drunk guy crawled into the other car. The game was on: two older cars (that had no significance to me because I wasn’t born before the significant crash happened) revved up their engines. The crowd hooped and hollered. I felt like I had found kindred spirits.

When the cars collided, the sound of bent metal permeated the air; smoke, gasoline hung close. The little brat was ejected out of the car like a cannon ball. The bloody small body lay only a few feet away from us; I was compelled to walk over to it, but I was also enjoying the woman stagger out of the car. Her face was bloody and people began to clap once she slung her one leg out of the car. Apparently, she had succeeded perfectly with amputating one of her legs during the crash. She walked a pace or two and fell over, presumably dead from the gushing blood. The drunk guy emerged with blood to his head but a bottle of beer in his hand. Everyone applauded and my thirst for blood and violence was far from clenched…

Carla the Cunt Dies

Carla my best friend was fucking my man behind my back. So I set up a little party for her at the shooting range. John, my friend, Was busy teaching Carla a lesson. Punching her fucking face and beating the hell out of her.

I caught Carla pleading at me with her eyes so I let her in on the secret. So I tell her. “ See you fucking slut, I found out what a real whore you are. You have been fucking my man for some time now” Carla started fragrantly shaking her head no. But I didn’t stop “I found the love letters. And the pictures. And the VIDEOS!” Carla’s eyes got wide and she started to cry. She knows I am gonna kill her. I bet the thrill of getting caught really turned her on… ha ha ha Stupid bitch!

John was fully focused on his new toy. I let him beat her and fuck her for hours while I watched and enjoyed the show. Sluts get what is coming to them! After John was all spent. Carla tried to crawl away but I didn’t let her go. I picked my gun back up and shoved it up her pussy! Then I pulled the trigger. I blew the sluts fucking brains out!

Now.. time to teach my ex a lesson about whoring around!

Happy Bloody Father’s Day

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Since it’s Father’s Day, I visited my grandfather in the nursing home. His glazed eyes stared in the distance, but his mind was as sharp as it always had been. When I asked about the women waving to me, he said it was his girlfriend. She looked just a like a little grandma, so sweet and unassuming, as she played cards with some of the other women. He sensed my confusion and said, “Now, honey, you of all people should know that things are not always as they seem.” Granddaddy leaned down to me and whispered, “We’re in love. And, she’s one of us.” I was in disbelief; how could this Betty-Crocker-looking grandma be a suitable partner for the man that I fashioned my evil side from?

He reached into his pocket and produced a pinky; it was grey but he had carried it around for a while. My granddaddy didn’t usually keep trophies, so I was curious. He said, “See this—she did this for me when we had our first kill together.” To my delightful surprise, I found that age and blindness hadn’t withered his evil spirit. He said that they would go on outings at night in order to find little ones and girls to torture. I knew his favorite were the plump athletic ones; and, I was happy that some things hadn’t changed.

The woman had a friend who owned a pizza place, so sometimes they’d go back there and create feasts out of their victims. According to him, she had never done anything like this before, but she was a natural. “Loves the little ones,” he chuckled. “And, you know that’s just fine with me. She can steal a brat in pure daylight, take out its heart and eat it, and people just smile at her with blood dripping from her chin.” I looked over at the woman with a missing pinky. What a perfect ruse, really: an old blind man and a grandma. He leaned down and whispered, “We’re planning on going on a road-trip.” I knew that meant that he would find a way to let me know which killings were his as they traveled. I kissed his cheek and left. For the rest of the day, any time I looked at an old lady, I wondered what kind of evil lurked beneath the surface.

Poor Poor Dumb Whore

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Poor sweet little Tiffany, she really never knew what was gonna happen to her until it was much too late. I guess next time she will learn to pick better friends and not just go with anyone who asks. I mean seriously, this stupid whore came with me to the middle of nowhere after knowing me for all of 20 minutes! All I had to do is invite her to this killer party, I told her that half the town would be there and she definitely wouldn’t want to miss it so she followed along beside me like a lamb to slaughter. When I told her it was a killer party I wasn’t kidding, poor little Tiffany may have thought I meant a rager when the reality was 4 big strong men waiting to force her to do all sorts of degrading things.

When we got there she looked a little scared and asked me where the party was, poor thing was so confused. I told her that she was the party and to get on her fucking knees and get ready to suck some dick like her life depended on it. The guys came out and her eyes went wide when she saw their huge cocks, she cried and said there was no way cocks that big would ever fit inside her. I told her that they were gonna fit even if they had to rip her up to get them to fit! They brutalized her and pounded all her fuckholes until she was lying limp and barely conscious on the floor. I was kind this time, I let her go when they were done playing with her… next time she may not be so lucky…

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An aunt’s gift

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I love my niece, but her taste in toys is horrendous. I blame it on the options, though. There are all these stupid, skinny little clean-skinned dolls smiling behind their clear plastic cover. And, the stupid larger versions, don’t forget them! Really, it’s just creepy.

So that got me to thinking about creating a better toy for her, one that would remind her of Aunt Pandora. I bought a doll, painted its face zombie white and began looking around for some red hair dye. I almost splashed some of the dye on the doll…but, I had a better idea: why not use the real thing for blood? It was easy, really; I just went to the park, chose one of the lambs that had wondered off from her mom. She was easy to lure, especially with the doll that would soon be transformed. Apparently, she had never seen a doll like this. And, she never would again; I would make sure of that. I was going to honor my niece by killing this sickeningly sweet thing. My niece would not be like this, I told myself; no, she would be like me.

My evil heart sang as I carved into the little brat’s flesh. As I sprayed blood on the doll, the snotty-nosed brat cried. I shook the doll in her face and cackled as the cunt-stain cried louder. Finally, I had enough: I stabbed her in the chest, ripped open her rib cage, and there it was: her heart. I brought it to my lips and inhaled. I cut a few slivers and then soaked it in black ink before popping the doll’s head off and placing the heart in there. Now, the doll was transformed! I handcrafted a death certificate to go along with my gift. I couldn’t wait to see my niece play with her new, favorite toy!

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