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Broken Wings

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One night, I heard my nieces whispering; they were talking about the new pastor at the church that I hadn’t attended since I was younger then them.  Curious, I leaned in and listened.  One whispered that she’d heard the pastor had been having “relations” with some of the choir boys and girls.  Another one whispered that she’d seen pictures by accident; he had showed them to her, but she had ran out of the room before he could touch her.  Infuriated, I decided to take a trip down to the church.  Candles were lit and lights were on in the study, so I was sure the pastor was there.  My heavy heels clicked against the thin carpet as a young, blonde man emerged from the study.  When I told him that I was looking for the pastor, he surprised me by informing me that I was looking at him.  He was so young, younger than I can ever remember seeing a pastor.  I could see how some of his young flock may be attracted to the smooth-talking, baby-faced young man; but he didn’t fool me.  I knew that my nieces would never lie about those things that I heard them speaking about.

He looked me up and down, and I could see a little disappointment in his face.  “Usually, the young girls and boys hang out here at night.  I like to keep them out of trouble,” he said.  I replied, “I bet.”  I looked around his office while he sat in his expensive leather chair an impatiently waited for me to explain why I was there.  I wasn’t in a rush since I had locked the church door behind me; but, I did find it odd that all of his pictures were of young people and himself.  Fuming, thinking that one of those young faces could have been my niece, I wrapped a chord around his wrists.  I pressed my spiked heel to his rotatory cuff and twisted his arms out of their sockets.  He screamed, but not to my satisfaction.  I took the envelope opener from his desk and began sawing off his trimmed pecker.  It took sweat and muscle, but it was an enjoyable feat.  Then, I drug him to the alter, where there were a few feathered harnesses laying by the stage.  “They’re my little angels.  You don’t understand.”  I told him that I did and kicked the bloody mass between his legs until he was sitting beneath the table that held the offerings during service.  I carved “false prophet” on his chest.  I blindfolded him and told him that I sparing the looks of horror from those that found him; but, I wanted him to acutely hear their screams.

I wasn’t sure that night if he lived or not; but, he did.  A couple of months later, though, he was back in the newspapers: this time he was found with his throat slit over the chalice bowl.  It seemed that someone else didn’t like what he was doing, either.  But, it also seemed more personal: there was a crucifix shoved up his urethra, what was left of that dick that he’d loved using so much.

Gothic Teen Torture

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Goth teenagers are always hanging around the downtown area, where I like to stroll at night.  As I sat on a park bench and watched the annoying joking of young imbeciles, one stood out in particular.  She looked a little older than the others, but she carried herself far worse…all hunched over.  I squinted into the dark and saw the culprit of her odd gait: a cane.  It wasn’t for appearances; rather, she shifted her weight on it for support in order to walk.  I became intrigued by her and decided that I’d come back another night to learn more about her.  To my surprise, when I returned the next night, she was sitting on my bench, beneath the shadows of the trees.  She wasn’t ugly, but I could definitely tell now that she was a teenager, despite looking older than the others.  When she spoke, she was articulate, the only indications of her youth were some words, such as “like” and “omg.”  I’ve never understood why people want to talk in text code as if they are some kind of computer.

She told me this sad tale of her life; and, I actually listened because it wasn’t what I was expecting.  She had been beaten, molested, and scarred by her father since she was very young.  She still lived with him when she couldn’t find enough food on the streets.  With unusual clarity for such a young person, she told me that she wanted to die…but that she wanted to die the same way that she had lived: by torture.  It was an unusual request, but she was emphatic.  Without much thought, I followed her to a nearby graveyard, where she had set up several butcher knives and a makeshift alter.  “Take all of my power away,” she said.  Instinctively, I picked up her cane and began whipping her with it.  I told her what a horrible daughter and disgrace that she was; she added her own insults and prostrated herself on the makeshift alter that was really just a large, jagged stone.  I raised one butcher knife at a time, leveled it in her face, and struck her with it; She was pinned to the rock like the injured animal that she was.  I took her wooden cane, broke it in half, and shoved it through her heart.  Her last gasps were gurgles; and, as the blood rolled between her lips, I noticed glistening tears coating the dark black makeup that surrounded her eyes.  It was beautiful and haunting.  I’m sure that she was proud.

She Tasted Great

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Guadalupe, one of my many owners, lost his temper again. He looked through his girl’s cell phone and saw that she was texting another brotha. This enraged him because he was head over heels in love with her. They had been together for quite some years now and he even had her name tattooed on his back. She and I talked sometimes when we prepared the meals for the men. I envied her so much because I was just a fucking object whereas she was the love of somebody’s life. That ungrateful cunt should’ve known better than to text another man when there were women begging to be in her place! When he saw the text messages Rosalita automatically began to try to explain by Lupe wasn’t for it. He slapped her across the face and dragged her body down the stairs. I could hear the back off her head “THUMP” each time it hit a step. I know what that shit feels like and trust me, it isn’t good. He ripped her clothes off as she screamed for him to stop and calm down. “Papi, it isn’t what you think” she exclaimed as he ripped off her bra and panties. I watched as he took her body for the last time. As he thrust he said things like, “I really loved you Lita” and “I can’t lose you to anybody else”. I could hear the pain in his voice as he grunted. Then when he was done, as cool as a cucumber, he held her by her hair and slit her throat from ear to ear. Just like that Rosalita was gone. Lupe called me over and told me to clean up the mess and get rid of her cheating ass. I remember the last time I tried to get rid of a bitch they fucked and murdered but that didn’t end too well. I had to be quick and then I got it! I wanted to give Guadalupe one last chance to be with his “Lita” so I dragged her to the back yard. It was all fenced in so nobody could see me hauling a dead puta with me.accomplice phone sex layla (6.0) I got the chain saw, prepared myself, and started cutting. I cut her arms and legs into four pieces and cut all the meat off the bone. As for her torso I didn’t want to do much with it because the bitch had a brat in there. From the looks of it she was about 4 months. I disposed of her mid-section and head and went to the kitchen to clean the meat. I removed all the fat trimmings and flesh so that I could season it up real good for dinner and serve it with my famous enchiladas. That’s right; we’re going to eat this cunt tonight! I haven’t had a real meal in ages so I will eat any meat put in front of me. When dinner was done all them rushed to the kitchen for a plate. Guadalupe came back for seconds and showed me the first sign of affection I’ve gotten in months. He kissed my forehead and said, “She was delicious.”

End Your Voyeurism Tonight

That feeling that you are watching me. Waiting for me to be alone, if only for a moment. Your disgusting mind already ripping my young body to shreds. You are everywhere. I am terrified. Terror makes my pussy drip for you. I get chills thinking about the day when you will finally make your move. I’ve seen you in the window watching me. At the park following me. After school, watching me from the car in the street.

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Your crooked smile is so evil. I can feel your stare setting my crotch on fire. I know you have photos of me. I know you jerk your cock in the cool darkness of your basement as you develop my photos. You run your fingers across the pictures, imagining ripping them into my skin and tearing me apart. I am your obsession. Your mission. You will have all of me.

I saw you today, in the bushes. Your binoculars following my every move. I went home, and you followed. I laid in my bed naked with the curtains open and I knew you were watching. I spread my legs towards the window so that you could get your photos. I know you stroked your cock as you watched me stroke my clit through your lenses. What do I have to do to stir that wicked monster trapped inside your soul? I am all alone. My cunt aches for the pain that only you can inflict on me.

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Come and take me. All of me.  Destroy my life, my body, my soul. Take over my mind and make me beg. I want to be your dirty fuck toy, and then I want you to make me regret it. I want you to make me pay the ultimate price. Adjust your binoculars, Master, this slave wants you to see every inch of what is waiting for you. Take your voyeurism to the next level, and make those pictures come to life. And then death….

A Voyeur in My Cage

My heart flutters as you place her on the table. I am watching from my cage in your underground dungeon. The chain around my neck is tight, but I pull even closer  to the cage to be able to watch. You taught me the fun in voyeurism. I watch as you lay her out and tie her down. Her skin is so beautiful. I know you are about the change that.

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I watch as you sharpen your blades. You refuse to even acknowledge I am there, and I am silent in my cage. I ache with jealousy that she will get your attention tonight. She will get to feel your anger and your blades. I envy her tears, and I envy her horror. My pussy drip in my cage as I watch, waiting for first cut. Her eyes are wide, and she cannot scream since you cut her tongue out last night. Her face is a bloody mess compared to her perfectly naked body.

I writhe inside my cage, trapped by my chains. All I can do is watch as you begin to beat her with the knife in your hand. Such fury and hatred inside of you.  You’re a true monster and you slice her with such verocity, that I begin to shed tears of admiration.  She is fighting as hard as she can, but the ropes hold her under your control. Blood everywhere, no mercy, just slice after slice as you scream at her and tell her she is a worthless whore.

She finally stops fighting, and her body begins to convulse as she nears death. I am so jealous, I want that feeling so bad. But you continue to just make me watch. To make me want it. I know the more I beg the more you make me wait. When will it be my turn? Until then, I am trapped. A pathetic animal in a cage watching as the other whores are slaughtered. A pathetic voyeur, envious of everything I see.

Reagan Your Maiden of Malice

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I have this fucking creepy ass song stuck in my head, I tried to make sense of it. But try as I might, it is still there, eating a hole in my head…

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganThere’s a girl across the street from me
I buried her son beneath a tree
I don’t know why she’s mad at me
He was stinking up my garage, you see

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We fell in love for a little while
He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
So I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
Taboo Phone Sex ReaganBut why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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Forgive me Father for my fashion crime
Your skin is so nice I’ll use yours next time

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
But why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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I would like to give credit for the song “Be My Friend”, Artist:  One Eyed Doll. The song was released on December 25th, 2013 by Nebulost Records on the Album “Monster”. I retrieved the song lyrics on August 11, 2014 from the website: https://genius.com/

Watching Is Fun

torture phonesex angieI watched as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the toilet, flushing it. She was fighting to breath and he was not having any of it. But when she started to pass out he pulled her up and punched her full force in the face. As the blood flew from her face, the cum gushed out of my cunt. He was just getting started. Carving his name into her flesh, shoving anything he could get his hands on into what ever part of her was close at the time. Violating her tender little body in ways she couldn’t even imagine in her darkest nightmares. Soon she wasn’t even able to scream and her eyes were glassy and distant. She had shut down. I poured a nice big pitcher of ice cold water on her to bring her back long enough for her to feel the final moments of her pitiful life. I love watching him frenzied and out of control, causing as much pain as he can.

Bloody Night

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Smoke in Mirrors

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Hate fuck, those were the two words uttered to me when I answered my phone barely awake. Then it becomes clear to me that it was my guy pal Paul talking to me about his ex. He wanted me to be his accomplice in breaking into her house and hate fuck her with him. He knew how much I love fucking bitches up and how I loved a good hate fuck be it a dickhead or some bitch.

I agreed to do this with him the following night. She lives in this quiet suburban neighborhood so we planned on parking over a block and take the alley to the back of her house. We silently got in the fence and he still had a key so we silently opened her kitchen door. I was dressed in a full body latex body suit with long latex gloves. I had on my combat boots and my hair pulled back and up in a scarf. 

Paul was wearing black combat fatigues and black leather gloves. I had my bag with the arsenal in it, and when we got in the kitchen I pulled out some duct tape, rope, and a knife. We stealthily made it through the house to her bedroom. “Shit” we both whispered as she wasn’t in her bed. Looking out the window her car wasn’t in the driveway. We had to wait for her damn it,  as we were harshly whispering back and forth we heard a car pull up. I hid in the closet while he hid behind her door. As she came it he grabbed her his hand over her mouth arms pinned behind her back as he wrestled her to her bed face down. He shoved her face in the bed with his knee in her back holding her arms. I came out and quickly bound her arms at the wrists. Pulling her head up by her hair while Paul had his hand over her mouth again I ripped some duct tape off the roll and got in on her mouth.

Paul shoved her down on the bed again and I took my knife and started cutting her dress off. I yanked her legs apart and ran the blade over her thighs as I glided the knife over the crotch of her panties. Slicing them off Paul had his cock out and was hard and ready he started fucking her filthy slut cunt and pulling her hair. I got my large strap-on on and got in behind Paul. He pulled out and shoved his dick in her ass. I started fucking that cunt hard and deep while he fucked her ass.

We just fucked her like that for almost an hour taking turns on her holes and fucking her slut mouth making her taste her ass on my strap-on. We made her mouth out toilet after he came down her throat, I straddled her face and unsnapped the crotch of my bodysuit . Pissing in her mouth while her head was being held allowing all my golden nectar to go down her throat. Laughing and slapping her face Paul did the same took a long warm piss on her face.

After nearly allowing her to choke to death we finished up with her and gathered our things and slipped out the way we came as she laid there in fetal position. We got to the car and before we could leave I was so fucking horny I fucked Paul in the driver seat until we both came. Dawn was breaking as Paul dropped me off. 

Decapitated and Loving It

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The air is damp and I can smell mud as I wake up. My vision is blurry and my throat is dry as paper. I try to cry out, but I can’t even make a sound. My lungs feel like they are on fire and with each exhale it seems shards of glass are tearing inside my chest. I look up, dazed, and its you. The man I kept seeing everywhere. The man who stared a little too long. I never should have smiled. I never should have indulged your perverted stare. But I did, and now I knew I had made the ultimate mistake.

You are staring down at my body, and I know I am naked because I can feel the wet air licking my nipples. Where are we? The light is dark green, and it appears you have blood on your mouth, but it appears black. I am certain my nose is broken, I cannot get any air through it and I can feel the sticky crushed wounds on my face.  You tell me how beautiful I used to be, and how you are going to make sure I am never beautiful again.

Your accent tells me you are not from here. A sophisticated monster. Well mannered and controlled. You laugh at me and tell me that it will end for me tonight. Here, with you. You tell me a story of the French, and I lull in and out of conciousness trying to listen. Trying to understand. You tell me that you’re going to chop off my head and that I will still be alive to watch as you fuck my writing body. I don’t want to believe you, but you promise me that it will happen.

You pull a machete out of the fire, its blade glowing red from the heat of the coals. You pull my head up by my hair and look me in the eyes. With one swift motion you slice off my head. The sound resonates in my ears, so loud, and then total silence. But somehow I can still see you. I am at a different angle and can see my own decapitated body flopping on the steel table. You grab my body as it spasms, still holding my head by my hair, and shove your cock deep inside my pussy. I can’t believe what my concious mind is allowing me to watch. You look in my eyes as you fuck my wet hole. I can’t feel anything, I can only watch my body jerk with pleasure as blood pours out of my neck.

My vision starts to fade and slowly everything fades, the last thing I can see is you fucking what is left of me… my eyes glaze over.. and I am finally gone…