I love the sight of it. Delicious, pooling red richness as deep and vibrant as a liquid jewel. It gets me hot. It makes me wet . . . and it rushes me with the capricious adrenaline of a sick, heartless bitch. I want to grab your hair in the palm of my hand and twist those dark locks around my fingers. Tangling them, grasping them, holding your head in my hands. I want to crack open your skull against the wall and whisper at you to hush, shushing you maternally as your own blood is gurgling in the back of your throat, as you’re choking and sputtering as your life is dying, as you’re leaving this plane of existence and my clawing fingers are shoved up your pussy, violating you and watching you suffer with your dignity shattered at my feet. I suck your life, take your soul, laugh in absolute pleasure. I get high on your pain. I love to see you hurting, it fills me with such glee at your expense. That kind of abject control. That kind of power makes my heart beat faster, my veins pump harder, and my legs wild enough to wrap around a man three times over again. I love a good blood slut. I’m a pain whore . . . ‘cus I just love to cause it. I lean over you and absorb it into me like energy draining right from your soul. I’m a succubus of pain. And while you’re taking your last breath, I’ll shove the tubeless truck iron into your uterus that much deeper, laughing at your misery and filled to the brim with deadly elation. When you’re just about to expire, I whisper how your mother won’t miss you, she’s better off without you anyway. I tell you what I’m going to do when I sneak into your house and kill your cat tonight. The helpless agony of a million broken dreams and guilt as everything is lost at my fingertips. The utter and depressing hurt in your eyes. Yeah, baby. It’s my aphrodisiac.
Category: Teen phone sex
Slut Fucking
I had the best time messing up a whore with my boyfriend the other day. He’s always talking about kinky sex slaves. He likes to watch their eyes get wide and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me just thinking about it. Soooo many ways to hurt them, make them beg–their tears turn me on to the extreme. My pussy starts dripping imagining all the ways I can torture a hot stupid whore. I enjoy their humiliation, and their pain and suffering gets me hot. So innocent and white as snow . . . and so easily stained. Sex slaves? YEAH, they’re great. I found a nice, pretty young thing for my boyfriend after all. Knocked her unconscious with an overturned chair, and chained her up to his wall. When she woke up, I shoved her head down in a sink full of water, drowning her while my guy fucked her in the ass. Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head out right before the water boarding killed her, forcing her backward into me and biting her neck. HAHA. The slut whimpered and shrieked. We just gagged her with one of his dirty socks, secured it with a belt tied around her head! GOD, it gets me off. He fucked her ass hard and fast. No lube. He tore her open, and ripped that ass up. She was crying and begging him to stop. He kept licking her tears as I taunted her, saying terrible things that just increased her pitiful sobs. The mascara was running down her tortured face as I shoved her to her knees. “Clean his dick off with your mouth,” I ordered her. God, it makes me smile! They’re such obedient little skanks when you threaten to drop them–and a plugged in hairdryer–in a full tub of water. That bitch was RUINED at our feet. We fucked rough and wildly in front of her as she burst into sobs, scared out of her life, and ready to die. Then I felt generous and let her lick and eat his cum out of my soaked pussy as a reward. Our sex slave put in some swirling tongue action around my clit while he choked her from behind. While she gagged, I wrapped my legs around her throat and smothered her nose and mouth with my pussy. She was sputtering for breath, and it made us laugh harder! The stupid ho begged us to keep her alive, locked up and chained up in his basement, so we can use and abuse her whenever the two of us want. “Okay, slut,” he grinned. Now we’ve got our own little sex slave, just like he wanted. When we get sick of feeding her, though, we’ll probably just slit her throat.
Burn Baby Burn
I’m a growing teenage girl. I get hungry. And . . . occasionally I’m in the mood for some protein. But I like my meat served up with a side of terrified shrieks. Oh, did I mention I eat it rare? Yeah. There’s nothing better than taking a big old bite while your meal is still fresh . . . and alive. The other day, I really fucked up the Chink whore who pissed her little panties about my internet bandwidth. Turns out, she had the nerve to report me for “taking up too much of the space” on our block. WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID CHINK. You wanna fuck with Bianca, huh? You wanna piece of her?? Well, lucky for Little Miss Geisha, I had a space for her. Right inside my intestinal track, where she could be drowned in putrid acid and gushed out like the trashy, useless shit she is. But I’m the type of gal that’s picky about her loin cuts. I wont just take any old slab of fat. So when I dragged her by the hair off her back porch, and flung her down into the fire pit, I decided to inspect the slantey-eyed twit with the bottom of my foot. And I smacked and beat that bitch with the blunt force of my heel until rich, appetizing blood was gushing out of her eyeballs and the squinty-eyed banana was bawling like a baby. More fun with feet? Yeah, you like that chink . . . . well I’m not much a chef. Never have been. But It’s amazing how cooperative a stupid slut can be after a little adjustment. I shoved her own toes down her throat until the melody of blood gurgling played as I heard her choking on it. Even better since her toenails are a little longer, and they sliced into the flesh of her esophogaus as she choked on her own severed meatcuts. To prepare her for cooking, I pinned the rice-eating Oriental down, making sure to dig the sharp meathooks into her Achilles heels, severing the tendons so the doomed fucker couldn’t run away. The retarded little twats try that sometimes. They think it’ll work. But it just makes me angrier. Good thing I’ve got a good aim. When she tried to limp away on her knees, the muscle sinewy tugging against the meathooks as she mewed like a kitten, all it took was one huge WHACK! of my baseball bat to the side of her head, and that little whore went down. I took my axe then, the one with the rusted blade coated in gasoline, and I hacked off the skank’s tits. Yummy. Such a beautiful bubbling of fat when the heat reaches the right temperature. Nothing I love more than a good appetizer. But I had to cook it right. I dropped a lit match right over the gook’s tits and they burst into flames, fire licking in a burst of pain along the gasoline leaking into her bloodstream. Not sure if if that part was gonna be edible, but uh . . . I had to work quick, ‘cus see . . . I like to roast my catch alive. Bianca’s got high standards for her food, and fucking her prey up first? Locks in the flavor of abject suffering.
Fishing for Femur Bones
Sometimes I like to go on a little adventure. There’s a deep, marshy bayou down by my Uncle’s house, and it’s isolated and quiet there, far into the twisted woods where no one can witness me dragging the corpses. The thud, thud, thud of the lifeless bodies being hauled over broken logs can get pretty annoying sometimes. That’s why I’m a big believer in severing their limbs before I dispose of their rotten bodies. Stripping them naked and cutting off their hair is also important. I’ve got a big black trash bag in one hand and in the other, I’m gripping the torso and head of a 50-year-old neighbor. She’ll be a great addition to my body farm. I like to keep their deteriorating bodies stacked up on the shore. Before the gators come to get them, my friend Max does. He can fuck the whole lot of them for days before they go completely bad. After all, you really only need the mouth, the ass, and the pussy. Who wants all of that extra skin and arms and legs to get tangled in? Not Max. He uses, abuses, and cums inside of those decaying holes until there’s nothing left but shedding skin and fragmented bones. I like to see the sinewy muscle after the flies have come to feast on it. The exposed muscle starts out so white and vibrant against the deep red blood. It’s so fresh and stark. But it’s quickly stained by the sin that the larvae and millworms leave behind when they breed on it . . . and inside of it. I wondered today if I sliced open the little blonde bitch that I butchered last week, whether or not I’d find beetles crawling up inside of her asshole. Probably chewing on her once succulent little anal canal that so many dicks have screwed. Now she’s just gator chow. She was a teen mother, and she and her annoyingly bratty little daughter got what was coming to them. Even though I was excited, I had to make sure to slice off her long blonde hair and peel off her shredded mini-skirt, too. Otherwise, her hair and clothes would’ve caught on the branches and thorns throughout the forest, and left congealed blood and tattered skin hanging around as evidence. After Max comes and fucks them to pieces, I’m always happy to grab their ratty remains and sink them at the bottom of the marshy bayou. I wonder how many dead bodies are waiting beside them that other sadistic teens like me have killed. Have you fuckers ever been fishing for femur bones and seen any floating pussies?
Itty Bitty Bitches BLEED
You know what I did last weekend? Abducted two idiot little girls straight from their stupid ass babysitter’s arms. The stupid cunt was texting her fucking boyfriend and didn’t even see me lure them away from her dim-witted sight…I told the little girl bitches that their Mommy was looking for them. I said she was on the phone by my van, and their eyes got real wide because the dumbshits believed me. Technology is really fucking up this nation. When the two puny brats got close to the car, I slid open the door and got out my favorite weapon of choice: a heavy brass clock. BAM!! It hit the side of blondie’s head and she went down crying. SMACK!! Her sister tried to help her as the blood trailed down the side of her head, so I kicked her in the stomach and she convulsed on the ground. Whoops, my metal-toed boot must’ve connected with an ovary. Oh well. That little blonde whore wont be having brats anyway. After smacking them stupid, their whining started to annoy me. So when they passed out from the tears, I loaded them into the van and drove to the cabin. I had my friend Mark waiting there, and he was excited to watch me tear up those little pussies and do unimaginable things to their sensitive little girl parts. They’re such small, tiny little girls…miniature asses, narrower everything. When they started to wake up, the gash in the side of the first sister’s head started gushing blood all over the ground. To punish her for making a mess, I grabbed the hot poker from the fireplace and shoved the hot metal stick up her tiny asshole. She screamed so loudly, I pumped it in and out of her even faster and then made the younger sister go suck Mark’s cock on her hands and knees if she wanted to save her sister. I even got the messed up little whore to lick my wet slit using her own blood as lube for Mark to fuck me with. After we had our fill of annoying, pathetic little girls, we tied them up together with their pussies smashed against each other to let them bleed out into each respective hole. Now that’s what it means for family to be thicker than blood…Byebye Bitches.
Movie Night
So I got to babysit this weekend for Mrs Willington. She is just the biggest slut in the neighbor hood. She likes fuck guys in the car after her date. LOL like I don’t notice. Or she will make me stay cause she has 2 dates in one night. Tonight she has me show up at 5 pm. Her early date. The little bitches are upstairs playing. The second she leaves. I have the guys in the house! They go right upstairs. I watch as they strip those little whores down and take a bunch of pictures. Rob pulled his dick out first and made the youngest little whore suck his cock. Oooh she bite him hard and he slapped the shit out of her. Then when he shoved his dick back in the sluts mouth she made sure she didn’t bite him. I loved watching them rough up the sluts. They had just started stretching their little pussies open when Mommy came home. Oohh I knew she wouldn’t go up to check on the brats. So I let the guys keep fucking them. She quickly changed her clothes and barely got dressed before her second date showed up. I was surprised. It was a friend of mine. I could have warned her that he was a Complete and total freak. But fuck her and her brats. The second she closed the door, I ran upstairs just in time to see the guys pushing their big fat cock right inside those little sluts tight ass’s. They bounced those little whores off on their cocks like pocket pussies! Every thrust going deeper! Until they finally exploded and made those whores, Cum Dumpsters! And I got it all on tape! Nice.
Bianca’s Body Farm
You know what I’ve always wanted? My own fucking collection of real-life dildos, fresh from the grubby man thighs that I sliced those thick, meaty pisspoles from…I like to dismantle bodies. In fact, I am slicing, dicing, and maiming my way toward my very own Body Farm. Dirty, dull blades are best. I want to hear the horrifying shrieks of unfathomable suffering and terror endured at my own fucking hands. Oh yeah. I do enjoy their hands….there’s nothing like a cold, stiff forearm from a corpse shoved up my pussy. The fingers are so dull and lifeless, leathery in texture and brimming with congealed blood. The rot doesn’t set in for a good three days, so during that time I’ve got lots of different fingers to choose from to rub my sopping wet clit with. FUCK! I love it when the skin starts to flake and peel off and the stench sets in. Men are shitshoveling fuckers who are only good for one thing: the veiny logs between their legs. I’ve got an axe, a strong swinging arm, and I’d like to treat myself and my pulsing, dripping cunt to some fresh meat. Bianca needs herself some new bodies….
extra blood, please….
Surprise Inside
This little asshole twerp at my school has been asking me to go out with him lately. Seriously? Do I look like a fucking prom queen to you, fucker? But the retarded little freak wont leave me the fuck alone, so finally I agreed to do something with him…on my own terms, of course. First, I told him where to meet me. Gave him the address, got all fancied up real nice for him. When he got there, he looked really confused. Yeah, it was dark, and the cemetery gate was all chained up, but that was no problem for me. I brought my Lineman’s pliers. Lucky him….well, I guess he wasn’t so lucky when I cut through the chain and pushed him inside. Then he wanted to run home and cry like a little quacking baby. WHAT’S WRONG BABY? ARE YOU BACKING THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR LITTLE TRICK? Nooo, stay for the surprise inside! He was getting so scared, I started cackling like a hyena. Guess he shouldn’t have messed with me…I shoved the dirty twat right over to the mausoleum in the center, but he tried to run. Can’t have that…I rammed the pliers into his stomach and a burst of blood sprayed out from the wound. He shrieked loudly and dropped immediately in pain. Then I grabbed his scruffy sneaker and dragged his piss-ass weakling body over to the door. “Getting it up, yet, fucker?!” I screamed at him. I kicked him in the stomach where the pliers were still lodged, and he let out a horrible shrill howl. “THINK YOU’RE GOING TO GET SOME FROM BIANCA, HUH?” I checked his pants, sure enough, he was hard as a rock. So I yanked down his jeans and I started giving the fucker what he wanted. Your little pisspole touched, right? “THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED FROM ME RIGHT, YOU STUPID PRICK?” I kept beating him until his breathing grew more and more ragged. Then I slammed his head against the stone of the cemetery and snipped off his pathetic cock with my pliers, still coated in his blood. His entrails slipped out of the gaping hole in his abdomen as I yanked it out and I wiped my sticky red hands on my jeans in disgust. Then I left his corpse there to rot. Hey, he’s in a cemetery already, less clean up for me. Now that’s my idea of a great date….
Accomplice Phone Sex
I have always been fascinated by the Japanese sub cultures. Japan has such a rich heritage and is so beautiful and yet the nightlife is so full of wild and crazy subculture. Traditional woman are the polar opposite of my life style, timid and mild mannered woman, something about that makes my pussy wet. I could never be like them, no eye contact, subservient, to be seen and not heard, I am far to evil and demented, but the idea of them being that way mesmerizes me and drives me crazy.
I never thought I would come face to face with this culture in my world but low and behold I have. I was in town and I caught the eye of a Japanese business man who was visiting. He offered to pay me for my company for the night. He wanted to experience an American woman, out spoken and feisty in the bedroom with no limits and no taboos. I had all intentions of fucking him up when I accepted his offer and took his money.
He took me to a Japanese restaurant for dinner and as we sipped Saki and ate Sushi he began to tell me about the KoGals in Japan and how he could make some good money if he could find some girls from the States to come to Japan and be KoGals.
KoGals, he explained are young Japanese girls who dress in school girl uniforms and service older Japanese business men. He offered to pay for a trip to Japan if I would bring a couple young girls with me and let him buy them.
I know damned good and well I can find some young fucking run a way sluts that would never be missed and would jump at a chance to take a trip that was paid for.
He wanted me to be his accomplice in a human trafficking scheme and my cunt went wild with the idea of it! I asked him what happened to them once they “out grew” their usefulness. And when he laughed that wicked laugh, I knew they would be disposed of in ways that would make my cunt sing ! .
After dinner we went to his hotel and I fucked him inside out. I pulled out my kinkiest, raunchiest, sluttiest treats and made him beg for more.
I was ready to negotiate, I wanted to know how much he was paying per head, how fast did he want them, what was my cut.
I had a week to get the little sluts and all the arrangements would be made before he left. I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I going to get off on kidnapping the little sluts, but while in Japan I was going to find me some pretty little orientals and fuck them up. This is a chance of a life time! The whole idea was just beyond anything I could imagine and I couldn’t tell if the building juice between my legs was his left over cum dripping out or me creating more juice at the thought of highjacking a couple little sluts and then getting to take them to Japan.
Finally we sealed the deal over another bottle of Saki and a ball busting fuck. .And I start planning my acquisition. I have just the two little sluts in mind. Deviant little runaways that love to fuck and will do anything for money. They will never be missed and once I get the little bitches to Japan they will never be found either!
Fuck my pussy is wet with anticipation!
Mindgames with the little brats….
I am trying to look into different ways to take advantage of the little brats that I babysit. Bondage, force, manipulation, drugs and alcohol are all cool, but I figured it is time for a change:
So, I am learning about and practing hypnosis now. It is a way to get these little sluts to willingly submit to being used as rape fantasy fuck toys for your hard cock. It works pretty well. They do what I tell them to and turn into willing little whores while you fuck the hell out of their tight little holes. It always turns me on, watching you stretch open their tiny fuck holes with your hard, strong cock. I fuck my tight, bald pussy and cream all over myself when I watch you use those little sluts.