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My precious memories

snuff sexWhat kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?

Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however.  And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway?  When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.

When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.

I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.

Family Dinner

violent phone sexIt started off as such a pleasant dinner, until my friend’s daughter decided to get all sassy with me. I suppose she had no idea who she was talking to, and I quickly showed her that no one talks to me that way. My friend and husband knew exactly what I was going to do, as they saw me tightly gripping the carving knife. What’s some blood with our ham, I thought. Right before of course I slit that little whore’s throat right there in my formal dining room. No one even flinched or said a word, this was how most events go with my family, my husband sighed and moved the girl out of his way on his way to get seconds of the delicious dinner I had cooked. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself; my family knows what a short temper I have and how I (regularly) like to take it out on ‘unsuspecting’ girls. May they be my newest neighbor or the girl who cut me off on the highway earlier. I always get my revenge. And then I do something some might deem as ‘worse’… but it’s my very favorite part of this entire process and I couldn’t go even two days without my lips tasting the pussy of a very cold and lifeless girl. I love the power I get watching her life drain out of her eyes, it turns me on so much I always have to excuse myself to take care of business with my latest victim. Sure I like the ones who struggle and beg too, but the quiet ones are when I get the most pleasure. I have the power, I control them, and there is not a damn thing they can or will do about it! Wanna hear all the dirty details to how my dinners go normally? I’m not afraid to share…

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After last night’s party I really needed to relax and sleep off this massive hang over. I finally got home at sunrise and fell fast asleep when I started hearing screaming. For a second there I thought big daddy had gotten another one. The screaming turned into sounds of little fuckers playing. Fuck! These little fuckers were going hard. I finally got tired of it. I got up some clothes on. Did a line or 3 of my pure crystal rocks and grabbed my special candy. You know the kind of candy your parents always warned you about at Halloween. Some of it was laced with powerful drugs to make a grown man who is 300 pound be fucked up for days, and the other will cut your mouth up.

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I grab my sunglasses and go outside. All that noise and it came from two cunts! Oh I was more than ready to make them shut the fuck up. I walked past them knowing they were rude little fucks. “hey lady. what kind of candy is that? I want some. Give me some right now!” I gave them the entire fucking thing. I walked around to the bench covered by the shade and watched as they ate and ate all this candy. I started to laugh as they were tripping balls. One of them started choking and tried to puke but all that came out was blood. She was so high she just kept eating the candy. It made my pussy wet just watching them suffer. I went back to the apartment and woke big daddy up but sliding my wet pussy down on his cock. Today was a good day!

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A Nice Surprise

Gangbang rape pornJust break in and take the evidence you said, it will be easy you said.  You are full of shit!  It wasn’t easy at all.  I am not even sure why you had to pick a house that was actually occupied by a family.  You said it had something to do with giving them a nice welcome home gift when they got back from vacation.  I’m not sure if seeing your bedroom covered in blood splatter when you return from a week away is a great welcome home gift, but to you it was. 

I got in no problem and went upstairs to the Master bedroom, it was a fucking mess and a half.  I found your knife and started to leave the room but just seeing that beautiful copper color soaked into the expensive bed cover got my pussy wet.  I laid down on it and started to masturbate, I almost came too but I heard the god damn front door open. Apparently the family came home early from vacation.  Lucky me.

I got off the bed and hid in the closet.  The Father came in and turned on the light.  He stood very very still then called for his wife.  She came in and said, “What the FUCK?!?!?”  The look on their faces almost made me laugh.  I could hear the rest of the family coming up the steps, the Mom rushed out and shut the door behind her.  I could hear a small voice asking Mommy what was wrong.  Then I heard Mommy lie.  Daddy however was taking his cock out.  Now it was my time to think, “What the FUCK?!?!?”  The dude jacked off all over the bed!  What an idiot!  Daddy has a little bit of dark inside him I guess. 

He went into the bathroom and cleaned up then picked up the phone.  I wanted to yell at him about the fact that his cum was now on the same bed as the blood but what ever.  If he was stupid enough to call the cops now then he deserved whatever he got.  He hung up the phone and started to rub his cum into the bed cover, I played with my pussy, then the most amazing thing happened.  He realized what he had done, he quickly gathered up the sheets and ran out of the room.  I put my pants back on and got the fuck out of there.

As I was getting in my car three cop cars screeched to a halt outside of the house.  That stupid mother fucker is going to jail for sure.  This is all a nice surprise for me, and you, YOU, actually got away with it.  You never cease to amaze me.

Twist

Strangulation phone sexHovering over you I smile.  I’m not sure what I enjoy more.  You being tied so tightly that you cannot move, or My stocking wrapped firmly around your neck.  Are you wondering how you got yourself into this situation? You shouldn’t.  You wanted this remember? You answered the ad that I placed looking for a Sadistic play partner.  I made it very clear that you would have no say what was done after you agreed to the terms.  You had days to decided not to do this, but here you are, in My bed trying so desperately to get free so that you can push Me away.

I have news for you sweetness, that is not going to happen.  At first you loved it as I pulled off My stockings in front of you.  You commented on how beautiful and long My legs were.  You enjoyed when I pulled that silken material over your lips.  You said you could smell My perfume on them, and to top it all off, your cock started to get hard.  How cute.

Perhaps you didn’t think I would go through with it? Perhaps you thought that I would just keep it on the fantasy level and then after I was done I would untie you, you would fuck Me and then we would have drinks afterward and laugh together.  I think not.  This is all too real, and I think that with each new tightening twist of my stocking, which is digging deeper and deeper into the flesh around your neck, you are beginning to realize just how real this is.

Blade Addiction

My blade addiction has gotten out of control. I need your control and your commands to be sliced open correctly. The cuts are getting deeper and my thoughts go fuzzy from loss of blood, so I need your guidance more than ever. I begged you to please cum over and play with me – your favorite little pain slut. You sounded angry but horny, and agreed to cum. I splayed myself out on the floor naked, waiting for your heavy hands. When you arrived, you bound my ankles together and told me you had a new surprise for me.

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My pussy was leaking I was so excited to feel what you had in mind. You began touching my body, tracing my old scars with your fingers, and I know how much they excite your cock. You look at them with such love and lust, and I tingle all over as you begin to stroke your cock. You reach in your bag and pull out what appears to be a glove of some sort. Then I see that it has long sharp blades on it. You whisper to me that you are going to slit me wide open using your new glove today.

The blades are long and sharp and gleam in the sunlight coming through the windows. My heart races, knowing they could easily cut me deep enough to end my life quickly. I never know where you will begin with your slices, but you lift my legs up into the air, ankles tied together, and put on the glove. You give my pussy juices one quick taste, and then slowly slide the blade protruding from your index finger right inside my cunt. I felt the blade cut into me like fire and the rush of pain through my body was everything I had hoped.

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You fucked my with one finger until I could feel my hot blood dripping down my ass. Then you inserted another finger. The pain increased and you began stroking your cock even harder. I felt more blood, and your lust for blood equals that of mine for pain. Another finger – three deep inside me now – and I felt the cold blades through the heat of the pain. I began to get dizzy, and my vision blurred. The most amazing feeling in the world. As you inserted your fourth finger and started fucking my cunt with your hand, my vision started to fade. I could still feel the blood pouring out of me, and I could hear you stroking your cock as you came all over my bloody cunt.

Necrophilia Phone Sex: One last Fuck

I can’t let it go, I mean sex was so fucking good with him. He was just over at my place the other night and we had a hot session of him overpowering me and making me his ragdoll. I get so fucking wet when he manhandled me like that. And his cock, was perfect, I couldn’t get enough of it. I wonder how his cock was affected by his death.

Well I had to find out, and so I snuck into the funeral home that was hosting his body for the viewing in the morning. It certainly was not going to be an easy feat except I had a little inside assistance. I slipped into the back basement door where a key was hidden nearby. I slipped on a headlamp and crept through the creepy morgue and past the crematorium. I found the room where the casket was and opened them until I found Frankie’s.

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Oh he looked smashing in a dead placid flesh sorta way. I grabbed a step stool and started opening his fly to see how hard Frankie boy was in his death. I have always wondered what it would be like to crawl in a casket and fuck a dead guy. You can play the rest out with me, or maybe we can go out and dig up a grave and get some real dirty necrophilism on. You wanna fuck the dead to don’t you? Can you imagine her decaying flesh under you and how that decaying cunt would feel around your dick? 

I am daddy’s whore

I made daddy so happy on our date that he has given me more food and a extra blankets to keep me warm. He came down stairs today and he cuddled with me! I couldn’t believe it. While we were cuddling daddy started playing with my pussy. He whispered in my ear telling me he loves how wet I get for him. He wanted to play but I was expecting he wanted to play the way he wanted. He started spanking me, hard. So hard that he was leaving hand prints on my body. He rolled me over and spit in my face.

” You are daddy’s fucking whore.”

I nodded my head yes. He punched me hard in the face.

“Tell daddy what you are.”

His powerful punch made my head dizzy and fuzzy, when I didn’t answer right away daddy hit me again this time busting my eyebrow open. With the blood running down my face and aching I whispered

“I am daddy’s whore.”

That wasn’t good enough he punched me again and it felt like my head was hallow.

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I could feel his erection pressing into my thighs. I was dazed as he ripped off my panties, and stuck two fingers inside of me. He growled and punched me again in the face.

“Get wet you fucking worthless whore.”

I looked at him with blood and tears running down my face and whispered

“I am trying to be a good whore for daddy and get wet but daddy you keep hurting me.”

The anger in his eyes scared me.

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He grabbed my neck with one hand and started punching me in the face with the other hand.

“Does this hurt you stupid fuckin’ cunt? Good bitch I want it to fucking hurt.”

He pried my knees open with his legs sat up and slammed his cock into my dry pussy. He fucked me so hard I was raw and bleeding. His cum burned as he came inside of me. The last thing I remember  was

“You are a worthless fucking whore.”

My body hurts so bad. I don’t want to make daddy angry again.. I am his worthless whore. I deserve everything daddy does and I am thankful for my punishment. It wasn’t his fault. I mad him angry. 

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The drugs hit me hard, but I could hear your voice instructing me what to do for the camera. My vision was blurry, and i could only see a fuzzy outline of you behind the tripod. You had taken me from school, drugged me, and brought me here to make your teen rape porn. I had been here before – it all seemed familiar – but I was unable to control the situation. You had me so brainwashed into believing you would hurt me if I tried to leave.

I knew my best bet was to do what you said and to make the best movie I could make for you and your sick friends. They loved watching my tiny cunt on their screens as you made me show everything between my legs. Toys laid next to me on the bed and I used them on my clit to arouse my pussy and make it swell for your camera. You kept telling me what a dirty fucking teen whore I was and to do it right the first time or I would be punished.

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I remember the punishment you laid down last time, also on film, and you made me watch it back since I was knocked out cold during your rage. I am thankful for the drugs that are clouding my mind while I violate my own body with the dirty toys you provided. I make it look good, and I make it look hot. That’s what you want from me and I will obey you this time. Here is my pussy, and I cum for your camera. I cum for you. I am nothing but a worthless little cum whore, and my place is to entertain you. Anytime. Anywhere.