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It’s time to get rough!

snuff pornI have been too nice for too long and now it is time for me to get rough! I want to start my new year off by taking my torture skills to a new level, I feel as though I haven’t fully explored the depths of my depravity yet and now is the time to try something new. I want to experiment with chemicals like acid, just to see how their flesh looks like as it is bubbled away or maybe I could play with some power tools, I bet a nail gun would inflict some serious pain in the right places. Hmmmm or maybe you could help me practice my butchering skills, I have always wanted to learn how to skin a bitch while she is still alive to feel every slice of the blade. I have so many new ideas on how to inflict the most pain, I really have no idea where to start! I am quite sure that 2015 will be a year filled with blood and screams of pain and you know what? I can’t fucking wait to get it started!

Torture Sex with Reagan * Sick Lies

Torture Sex ReaganRed hot and white tongues devour the foundation as I wait patiently for it to crumble. No one will know how you defied me. No one but me. This is the true fire that will burn. You were sick, and we compatible. Teased me with your submission, needed me with your submission. Now you burn as I do. I had to have it my way. You knew this. There was no other way. You lied as you begged for my pain. You lied because you told me I was beautiful. So I burned it to the ground. You fed my animal, and I caught the hunter. But you defied me. Only one last word I allowed as I sharpened my knife and poured the gas. Now I go on through this night, burning. Stench of your lies. I lived to break your will.

Sick * In This Moment

Is it sick of me
To need control of you
Is it sick to make
You beg the way I do
Is it sick of me
To want you crawling on your knees
Is it sick to say
I want you biting down on me

Are you sick like me

Am I beautiful
As I tear you to pieces
Am I beautiful
Even at my ugliest, you always say

I’m beautiful
As you tear me to pieces
You are beautiful
Even at your ugliest, I always say
You’re beautiful and sick like me

Is it sick of me
To feed the animal in you
Is it sick to say
I tease the hunter like I do
Is it sick of me
To watch the wicked way you thrill
Is it sick to say
That I live to break your will

 

Torture Sex Reagan

Your Card Has Been Dealt

Meeting up with my dealer we had to hook up in a sketchy way due to things unrelated. In order to get what I wanted for my Holiday I had to accommodate his hectic schedule. We met up in a vacant lot off of a dirt road, and of course I was on my bike and packing.

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As it was getting fairly dark I started getting a little impatient with this asshole. As I was trying to be nice but that has quickly faded. I slid my boot knife out and slid a sharpening stone out of my bag I started sharpening my knife. Sitting on my bike sharpening a pointy assed stiletto and smoking I wasn’t fucking playing.

This little bastard dealer came rolling up in his tacky assed low rider trying to look all fucking cool. Well I found him more fucking annoying than ever. I just continued to slide my blade across the stone. He brought my shit over to me stuttering when he saw the look on my face. I slipped the stone away and spit shined my blade before dipping it into the bag of blow. I pulled out a fat bump and snorted it up. This only made me more irritated as he was trying to rush me with the payment.

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I got your payment mother fucker. Slipping off my bike as I slide my hand in my jacket I withdraw a Ruger and put it to his head. Mother Fucker I don’t like being played, and it appears I didn’t make this clear upfront. I WILL Fuck Your World Up, and leave your dead corpse in a vacant lot in the middle of nowhere.

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Murderous Thoughts

I set up my camera like you asked me to. You said you wanted to see me doing something private, something real. Your addiction to watching girls has gotten stronger and you need something new to get your cock hard. You want to just watch and imagine the horrible torture you would inflict on me. You want to see me exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to make you a video you could stroke your cock too. Something that would make you enraged with frustration about not being able to grab me and hurt me while you watch it.

Your sickness has brought you this bathtime video. I tease the camera with my tiny body. Bones you could crush with one strong grip. My skin exposed, the scars nearly invisible in the bathroom light glare. But we know they are there. You watch the video, your cock throbbing, wanting to reach through the screen and hurt me. Make me bleed. I smile at the camera, knowing it will infuriate you. I will pay dearly for that wry smile, but in the moment I forget myself.

I take my panties down showing my tiny ass right in front of the lens. I can only imagine your anger at my teasing. Your inability to control your rage and your need to abuse my body because I deserve it. The only thing between myself and a certain death is the camera. You can only watch, and wait. wait until you see me again and punish me for teasing you. Punish me for giving you exactly what you want. But I know you’ve been going through girls too fast. You can’t control your blood lust, and if you don’t slow down you will get caught.

So I have become your fantasy. Your girl on film. The one you want to kill, but can’t. The one you jerk your hard cock to, but don’t crush in your fits of rage. This video will keep me alive for another day. maybe longer. Are you mad? Is your blood boiling as you watch me enjoy the warm water surround me? Do you imagine pushing my head under the water and holding it there until I stop fighting? It wouldn’t take much. But you can’t do anything but watch. Murder on your mind, and your cock in your hand. I am going to close my eyes and enjoy my bath.

Alone in the Dark

I had seen you scoping out my neighborhood lately, and you didn’t know I had been watching. I knew you were looking for just the right place to rob when people left home to go party it up. I saw you sitting in your car jerking off while you watched and waited for the right time to come. I decided to leave my lights out for days and laid inside my room rubbing my pussy, hoping you would notice my house, and think that no one was home. I wanted you to choose my place, thinking you would come in to an empty place.

Finally last night I heard you toying with my back window in the kitchen. I crept into the kitchen and sat on the floor in the dark, waiting for you to come through the window. My pussy was aching in hopes that you would have a knife or a gun, just in case. I watched as your shadow came over the window sill. I could hear you breathing heavily, and I began rubbing my pussy in the dark. You paused, and briefly flicked on your flashlight. You spotted me immediately, but rather than seem alarmed, you seemed calm.

You turned the flashlight out and came towards me. As you got closer I could see you better, with the help from streetlights outside. You looked down at me and saw me rubbing my wet cunt. Without a word, you unzipped your jeans and pulled out your cock. You grabbed me so hard by my hair that I yelped, and shoved my mouth down onto your cock. You knew what a deviant little whore I had been, tricking you into picking my house. Into picking me.

You fucked my face and then threw me to the floor, putting your foot on my throat so I couldn’t move. You jerked your cock over me until you came all over my pathetic body. Then you knelt down and said in a very low voice that you would be back to take me any time you wanted. You showed me the blade of a knife, and told me that if I so much as turned on a light that I wouldn’t survive our next encounter. So here I stay, alone, waiting for you to come back. The doors are unlocked, and I rub myself raw thinking about what would happen if I turned on a light…. 

Time to unwrap a present!

 

I have decided what I want for Christmas. I want to unwrap a present. First I have to find the perfect present. I want her young, tender, and innocent looking. I love replacing that innocent look with fear and terror. I know just the little piece of meat I am going to take. She lives down the street. Always wondering the neighborhood. Never wants to go home. A cute little thing. Long dark hair and wispy frame. She is so fucking cute. The biggest brownest doe eyes. I got the shop ready. Had the work bench set up. All my tools laid out. And I waited. I knew she would be coming by sooner or later. And I was right. She wondered right by the shop. I called her to the door and asked if she would like to make 20 bucks. I just needed a few box’s hauled to the trash. She was so willing. She didn’t even notice when I locked the door behind her. I picked up a large wrench and cracked her in the back of the head. When she woke up she was naked and tied down with a ball gag in her mouth. She could scream but it would be to muffled for anyone to hear. Then I showed her the knife I was going to use on her. I could see the fear. The panic. And I could smell the piss as she pissed all over herself! I started at the feet. Slowly peeling away the skin. Not to cut to deep. I didn’t want her to bleed out! It was like a puzzle. A test of my skill. Slowly methodically peeling way her flesh. She cried and whimpered. She even passed out a few times. BUT I did manage to wake her back up. I worked my way up her legs. Pain painstakingly working around her pretty pussy! It took ALL my will power to not rip that little pussy up! I worked my way all the way up to her perfectly perky tits. Pretty large for her age. I decided to leave the nipples on and just pull the skin away for her little tits. I skinned all the way up to her neck. She is trying so hard not to move. I know the air is burning against her flesh. I was going to just slit her throat… BUT it is Christmas. ‘Tis the sharing season. I wonder if I can find someone wanting to help me with this little present!

 

Mutilation Phone Sex with Reagan * Here Piggy Piggy

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Fuck I love releasing my anger with every slice. It felt so good to take it out on something so small. Sweet Marley, hitchhiking again. So predictable. Easy prey.  I am here only to release you from the piggy.

Piggy, you being such a piece of shit you had no idea that when you tried to coerce me into sex for a promotion you would have set your own little girl’s fate in motion. “Even my little girl takes Daddy with no resistance!” So you like to fuck young cunt do you? As Marley’s blood pooled around her frail young body, I reassured her that I was only saving her from a life of taking daddy’s cock up her cunt.

Now I toss all Marley’s mutilated body parts to the hogs at the local pig farm. I chant to myself “Here piggy piggy pig… “ Daddy is a fucking pig isn’t he little ones? They love eating bloody meat, as I have fed them so many times before. My sweet little piggies.

I wonder just how worried Daddy is? I laugh to myself saving the last piece of her. Such a cute little piggy for a Daddy Pig. RIP Marley

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Clitty Twister

You warned me not to touch your tools while you were at work. But the faucet was leaking, and I thought I would try to fix it so that the dripping sound wouldn’t drive you over the edge tonight while you are trying to sleep. I knew you would be angry that I touched your tools, but I figured it might be less angry than being kept up all night, so I took a chance. I barely got myself situated in the bathroom, and you came home early. I didn’t even hear you walk in the bathroom, so when you grabbed me by my hair I screamed.`

I rolled over onto the floor and you looked down and saw your pliers in my hand. Your eyes went dark and I saw your rage instantly. You let go of my hair and slapped me so hard across the face with the back of your hand that I saw stars. You told me what a worthless fuck toy I was, and how dare I touch your tools. I tried to drop the pliers, but you grabbed them from me instead. My head was still pounding from the slap, and as you attacked me from above, I was defenseless.

You grabbed me by the throat and told me to spread my legs. I had no choice other than to do what you said, I am your slave. I begged you not to hurt me and you laughed your evil laugh. I saw you still had a hold of the pliers and even though I knew what torture lay ahead, I spread my legs for you. I felt the cold metal on my pussy, and I begged you to stop. I know you only get more torqued up when I beg, but I couldn’t stop myself. You grabbed ahold of my clit with the pliers and pinched them down with all your strength.

It felt like my clit was going to pop off, and fire shot through my body as I came all over myself. You laughed and laughed and then began to twist the pliers – yanking my clit a full 360 degrees. I knew you were going to twist it off. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I began to cum again as you twisted another full circle. I felt the blood and cum mix together and run down my ass cheeks. You let go of me, and jerked your hard cock off all over my limp body. You calmly put your pliers back in your tool box and left the room. 

Your Torture Sex Has No Equal

I have to have the pain. There is nothing else on earth that can make me cum the way that searing excruciating pain can. I crave it every moment of every day. I wake up sore from the night before, and I still need more. I need you to feed my sick addiction. I can’t even remember the days when a swift spanking did it for me. My threshhold built so quickly and continues to grow. I spend my hours either having torture sex, or figuring out where I can get some.

I found you, and you are sick enough to take me there. You have the dungeon in your house and make me beg for your attention. It is so worth it, and you keep everything focused on my level of pain. You make me do what you want to see, and never let up until I have satisfied your taste for torture. The leather straps tight across my body and squeezing my breasts as you whip my pussy with such force I lose my breathe. Twisting my nipples until they come off in your hand. The fire that shoots through my body when you rip them free and squeeze the blood from my chest.

My once beautiful body is scarred from your sick games. You play with me as if I am nothing but a doll to cut up and mutilate. With every twist, cut, yank, and slap, I lose myself in the pain. My pussy thribs and cums over and over as you increase the torture every time you touch me. Piercing every part of me – tongue, pussy lips, and even my eyes. Your steady hand moves like a surgeon as I tremble from adrenaline and terror. You take me to the brink every time, and every time I want more. Your gift is unmatched, and I need some pain tonight. Will you take my body there tonight, pretty please, my cruel sweet Master?

Bad Mommies Need Torture Sex to Punish Thier Cunts

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Bad mommies are the best victims of torture sex. I had a bad mommy, you see. And the things I will do to a bad mommy today, are only things I wished I could have done to the cunt that shit me out. When I find bad mommies, there cunts must be punished.

She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her thighs. Wondering how much longer she would have to endure, she found herself slowly loosing ground. Her vision was almost completely blurred and her head was spinning. She felt her empty stomach cramping again. With nothing but stomach acid forcing itself up with every gag, she no longer tried to turn her head. It was way too heavy now anyway. She just choked down the bile, and began to swim in the pain that began again.

I warned her. I told her what would happen. “Bad mommies get their cunt punished”. But she chose to ignore. I looked over at the small bodies discarded like trash. Suffocated in their sleep by the one who was trusted to nurture them. When I met this woman months ago, she was looking for a way out. She no longer wanted to carry her small baggage with her. She thought I could offer her a solution. Instead I became her judge and jury. And it was her sentence now that I carry out.

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She spread her thighs, and with care I bound them with rope. The past two days were hard on her I know. We started the process with purging. She was hog tied and force fed a nice concoction to remove her stomach contents. I get much amusement out of watching a whore being forced to vomit while she is bound to a variety of vibrating sex toys. My robotic machine now took over as her lover as it pumped a rubber cock into her ass, and than into her cunt. Yes, It was an amazing sight to see how deep and fast my machine could work a cunt. Once her vomiting turned to dry heaves, I moved on to the emptying of her bowels. I pushed the rubber tubing inside her anus and started to slowly empty the warm soapy water into her. She cried in protest when she realized I was not going to be removing the large rubber cock that was slowly moving in and out of her prostate. I stepped back, admired my work, and left her there to slowly expel her fecal matter and lay in her vomit. That is what she is now, shit and vomit.

Later that evening I rejoined her and was pleased to see her cunt looked like hamburger meat. I opened up my hand and showed her a little glass container. She cried, knowing what I would be doing with such a thing. “Open your legs, bad mommies get their cunt punished”. She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her thighs. I started to open my little jar of salt.. such a beautiful thing I saw. Just like salt poured on a slug.

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