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Highway 666

There’s a little place I know where the dead walk and roam . . . a place of evil that’s trapped inside the walls. Can you hear the groans? It’s sick. I want to know what’s underneath. I scratch at the antique paper coating the places I can’t go . . . slivers pierce my fingernails and rodents bite my ankles here. I want to escape. But it’s too late. Once you let it in, you have to stay inside. There’s no way out. You’re trapped here now. Look into my eyes. Do you see my soul? It’s black and aged . . . here, you should never go. I can’t stop manipulating. Every word out of my mouth is a lie belated, waiting. Waiting to sink my claws deep in you and drag you to the depths of all unholy creation. The world through a monster’s eye. There’s a cabin off the road on Highway 666. It’s a shack I go to sometimes when I’m in the mood for a little hunting and driving. Sometimes both at once–other times, I’m a patient little fuck. When it gets dark outside and the trees are swaying back and forth, I hear whispering in those hollow logs that echos through the weeping willows. The last time I was there, I could’ve sworn I saw a stupid bitch running around out there. It was about 2AM, and I decided to go see for myself. When I got out, I heard crying coming from all directions. “Come here honey,” I called out in a sweet-as-sugar voice, dripping with the kind of evil that grabs your ankles and twists around you. Squeezes the good outta you from the inside out. Takes it, destroys it, and leaves you dark and cold forever . . . I found the little twerp sitting underneath a big maple tree out in the woods around the cabin. I took her hair in my hands and looked deep into her eyes . . . She was shaking and shivering in fear–guess she didn’t like what stared back at her.

Follow my dark path

accomplice phone sex Reagan2I bet your holding your hard cock wondering what the fuck just happened. Well you called on me, and now you will know what it is like to serve a twisted Goddess as myself. I am always looking for special slaves to torture and train to cater to my every perverted whim. You will be desperate to serve and please me. I understand your desires to be used and abused and owned. You will be humiliated and I will laugh. I will sit on your face and use your mouth as a toilet.accomplice phone sex Reagan1

And only when I see that you are a worthy “Reagan-eer” I will start taking you down my dark dark path. You will find them for me, and I will torture them for you. Since my holiest of holes is never for dirty cock use, I will let you feel a twitching cunt while she takes her last breath. Then you will clean up our mess. You crave the blood sport as I do, and you do need a Supreme Female to worship don’t you?  

Beating Around the Bush

I saw a young fucking brat at the park today while I was walkin around drinking. Nothing pisses me off more than a little boy alone in the park, just waiting for someone big and scary and tough to come along and rough him the fuck up. I decided to go easy on this one. When I approached him, I looked around innocently and asked where his Mom was. Then I grabbed a cinderblock underneath the swing set and swung it at his fucking head. WHACK! Yes, that’s what I’m talking about, motherfuckers! His teeth flew outta his lying little brat mouth and a bloody burst of saliva and red fluid flew across the park. It was such a precious sight, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling at the drawstring on his swim trunks and winding around his little neck until his face turned purple and his sputtering died down along with his lifespan. Goodbye little bitch. I hope you like it in Hell. I hear the weather’s great. Hahahahaha.

Take Your Punishment

Nothing pleases your Mistress more than seeing fresh meat like you bound and gagged and waiting for me to arrive for your torture session. You know better than to look into my eyes until I have given you that right, and you pass the first test.

Seeing you there, your arms bound above your head hanging from the ceiling, ropes around your chest and ankles get my pussy dripping wet in anticipation at what is in store for my new pet. I see your big thick cock harden and begin to throb when you see me all in black shiny latex and thigh high stiletto boots with a flogger in my hands.

I ask if you’re ready for your punishment, any you mumble yes Mistress. Mmm, very good slave. And then I proceed to whip your body all over with my intimidating leather flogger, you impress me with your strength and fortitude.

It makes me very happy and very wet when I see how hard you are trying to show your Mistress just how serious you are to show me your complete devotion and submission. I remove the ball gag and give you a deep passionate kiss and get onto my knees and ask if you would like your Mistress to tongue your throbbing hard dick that’s just dripping with sticky pre cum.

Oh and you beg and plead for me to, and I give you a little treat and slowly tongue your cock up and down and suck up all your delicious pre cum. You thank me over and over and I accept it but now the fun begins, and I proceed again. It’s going to be such a long night of extreme pleasure and pain, but I have that certain feeling about you and I can’t wait to prove myself right. Are you ready for more?

 

Snuffed Out

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Have you ever wanted someone to just disappear?

Have you ever pushed someone to the very edge of fear?

So scared the only voice they have to scream with is tears?

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Its a glorious site

to see that fright

when their light turns to dark

and you have extinguished their spark

Have you ever wanted someone to beg

crying and holding so tight to your leg

pathetic and sad as fragile as an egg

you crack

it

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the shell breaks and the blood flows out

turns bright red and the blood flows out

I smile as the blood flows out

you look to find the lips sewn shut

eyes forced open

ears stuffed closed

its a glorious site

to see that fright

when the light is now dark

you have taken that spark

your stomach turns

and the vomit wont come out

consumed the bile

taboo phone sex Reagan2with every cut you feel release

the egg flows against your sheath

you smile down at what you have created

your demon’s now have been abated

A Street Puppet Named Desire

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Once a lovable pair driven by the desire to teach, the dark side of Ernie’s Past came creeping in. Violated repeatedly by sadistic parents, he had been sold into slavery as a young-in. Only to be saved by his now life partner Bert. Bert took him off the dark side of the street. But eventually Ernie’s dark desires only took hold and he dragged Bert down with him. Ernie started using again and when he was broke took to selling his ass for his rock. One night he was found sexually assaulting one of the stunt doubles for the Super Grover act. That was the end of Bert and Ernie’s career.  Ernie vowed to get even.

It had been almost 6 months since the pair of faggot roommates were thrown off of their T.V. show. Things were all down hill from there. but the time was now. Ernie was going to show his old pals just how you are supposed to treat a friend. Bert tried to stop him, but Ernie just bitch slapped him and called him weak. Ernie took his gun to his head and told him he better do as he is told or he will end up in Oscar’s garbage can. They both did a fat line and the vengeful pair walked into the moonlight.

The next morning they found puppets with the wrong head. Snuffaluffagus’ trunk was severed and had been shoved into Big Bird’s mouth connecting to his ass. Oscar was disemboweled and his trash can was upside down. Grover was missing his eyes, and Elmo appears to have been tickled to death. So much blood that night!

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Kiss of Death

There are men in my life who think I am normal. They see the tattoos, the piercings, and the “rocker chick” haircut, and they call me alternative .  . . They say that I’m scene. Most of these people are men–and they tell me how fucking sexy I am. It gets their dick nice and hard thinking about fucking such a tough girl like me. Well lemme tell you something, baby. I’m no benign bitch. I have some special lipstick on my dresser right now . . . would you like a kiss? I’ve got a friend who’s a real sick fuck, and she makes make-up . . . Wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got some black mamba spiders in my basement and I trapped them in a cage. I like to watch them climb the walls and try to escape. Makes me giddy with pleasure at the control I have over everyone I know . . . I can be what I want to be, do what I want to do. If it was up to me, the entirety of the human race would become my playthings. I’ve got venom laced inside my kiss. Lean in close, ‘cus you’re gonna taste this . . . I’ve built up a tolerance because of my twistedness, been smearing this shit on since before I can remember it. But when your lips touch mine, they’ll get a little flavor on ’em. I’m gonna show my affection while I watch you fucking die.

My Little Victims

torture phonesex karmaThey are little reminders of my sweet little victims. I play with them and love them and cum as I recall the horror I caused the ones that they represent. There is the sweet little one that I dismembered. Cutting her up and then carefully reassembling her limp and lifeless body piece by piece. Carefully stapling each body part back together until she resembled my own little Frankenstein. Ahhh remembering the screams of agony as I kept her alive as long as possible strategically cutting away. Then there was the lovely little one that looked so sweet and innocent. Bashing her skull and watching her brains and blood flow out and down her pretty little dress. I regret ending her so quickly. I should have made her suffer so much more. Then there was the mouthy little wench that I call Chatty Katie. She was so cheerful and oblivious to what was about to happen. A fucking little ray of sunshine. I had to sew her little mouth shut before I started on her.  The muffled screams were just what my evil heart needed after listening to her for far to long. And the cute little blonde whose eyes I gouged out with precision, causing her pain and agony. Watching her flounder around unable to see. Trying to run away and running into trees. That was a glorious afternoon of mayhem. And my favorite, my little demon son with his little bottle full of blood. The little one that I hope to have some day when my Master impregnates me with his demon seed.torture phonesex creepy doll

I-DOLL-ATRY

Everyone has a stupid little sister with an imaginary friend. They’re always whispering to themselves and it’s fucking annoying. I was at the park the other day lighting a joint behind the police station and wouldn’t you know it–little miss sally-who from the neighborhood was there, tugging along her little American Girl doll imitation RIGHT next to my spot behind the tree. If she kept her stupid loud mouth going, I’d be busted by the cops in no time. Finger in her mouth, eyes wide and innocent, looking around unsuspectingly; it just made me angrier and angrier. I decided to teach her a lesson about pissing off Alice. Grabbing the miniature cunt in training by her hair and yanking her toward me, I smiled wolfishly and invited her inside of my car. “C’mere pretty girl,” I beckoned to her, and she tried to scream, but I stuffed my hand inside of her little mouth and broke her jaw before the bitch could utter a word. Then I took her doll and stepped on it with my heel, cracking the porcelain head like I intended to do to the doll’s owner. “We’re going to have tons of fun together,” I cackled. Then I went in for the kill.

While He Lays Sleeping

Taboo Phone SexThe subconscious is a wonderful play ground.  It stores hopes, fears, irrationalities, then when you least expect it, it brings them up as you sleep.  I remember growing up next door to a family that were overly friendly.  They wouldn’t let their insanely happy future pole riders play with me, but nobody left their offspring play with me.  The middle one, he would get picked on all the time.  He wouldn’t talk, but he would whisper things all the time. It didn’t bother me at all, because we all know that Ruby Girl always whispered to me.

One day his Mom was drinking coffee in the kitchen with my Mom and she was telling my Mom that she was scared for him.  This peaked my interest.  I walked softly to the door and heard her say that he had stopped going outside because he was deathly afraid of bugs, and if he saw one he would start to scream and flail around violently.  I didn’t know what flail meant, but I guessed that it was something weird and scarey.

It took me three days of being ‘nice’ to get the neighbor’s daughter, who was around my age to invite me over to play in the yard.  I could see him looking at us outside.  I told his sister that I had made him a card to make him feel better.  I asked if she could give it to him.  She ran upstairs and I saw her hand it to him.  He placed it down on the window sill and walked away.  That stupid bastard!  I wanted to see what would happen.

A few nights later my Mom came flying into my room.  She was yelling about how evil I was, and how terrible I was.  I had my hand under my pillow touching Ruby Girl’s hand.  I didn’t flinch, I didn’t back up, I just laid there as she told me how horrible I was.  Big deal.  She finally sat down on my bed and looked at me for a few seconds.  She leaned in and told me that she didn’t understand me, and what I did to the neighbor boy was one of the worst things anyone could ever do.  I asked her what she was talking about.

She said that the card that I made the boy wasn’t nice.  I tried not to smile.  She told me that he cannot sleep because now of the bugs that fell out of the card I made him and they crawled away.  Now he thinks there are a ton of bugs in the walls and keeps having nightmares.  I heard Ruby Girl giggle.

I often wonder about him, they moved a few weeks later.  I hope he thinks of me, I hope those bugs still slither and crawl into the walls of his subconscious so that he can have sweet terrifying dreams of them as he lays sleeping.