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Freak show human doll creation

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My accomplice devised this wicked scenario and asked me to join in the fun. We kidnapped a young girl and took her to a special surgical underworld. The doctors cosmetically altered her to make her look wonderfully freakish at our command.

We had her breasts enlarged to the size of cantaloupes on her small body; then, we relocated her nipples so that they were not centered. One was even hanging off the side of her massive breast! Then, my partner had her teeth removed so that her mouth was entirely gums; I requested that she have bones reconstructed to keep her mouth open at all times. Her face would be in the shape of a constant “O” like a fish. We both agreed this would be attractive for men who wanted blowjobs. And, we made sure that her limbs were broken and reconstructed to not match in length.

We debated about creating malformed penises out of her clit, but I persuaded my partner to be patient; I had a gift that I wanted to give him later where this was concerned. We added concrete to her buttocks to make her look absolutely ridiculous. All the while, we were taunting her, reminding her, “This is all of your fault. You will never be like the pretty girls.” We mocked her as she stayed relatively conscious with little to no pain medication.
When it was complete, we walked her around on a leash. We took her to porn stores, where we paraded her and kept her in the back room for guys to fuck unmercifully. And, they did: they fucked her holes raw until they were just pieces of meat. Then, we would make her lick up all of the cum on the sticky, filthy floor. And, her open mouth was a perfect urinal.

But, the real fun was just about to begin!

My evil beginnings

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One of my favorite poets named Anthony Hecht said, “It doesn’t seem to me strange that little ones should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.” I wish my parents would have felt the same way. But, they didn’t. Instead, they pushed me around different mental wards, physically reprimanded me, and whatever they thought was best. The irony is that those experiences only helped intensify the darkness inside of me and gave me ingenious ideas about how to torture my future victims.

For instance, in the ward, I met this young girl who was about my age. She was crazy, but I still found ways that I could learn from her. She would slash her wrists and write messages on the wall. But what I remember most is this one time that she had to go to a funeral. She was able to choose one “friend,” and she chose me, probably because most young people and grown-ups were scared of me.

So, we got to the funeral; instead of sitting with her family members, she walked directly to the front and examined the body with curiosity. With determination, she lifted her small body above the coffin and to the corpse. She opened the dead old woman’s mouth, grabbed her tongue between her little fingers, and produced a pair of scissors. I don’t know where she was able to get the scissors, but it seemed that she had a plan: she cut off the purple tongue and without blinking put it in her pocket. She closed the old woman’s mouth and turned around.

I don’t know if anyone saw what she did; but no one did anything except rip the scissors away from her hand. Maybe all the grown-ups were too busy morning, or whatever they do; or maybe they knew that they couldn’t do anything about the crazy girl and just pretended that it didn’t happen. Regardless, at that moment, I felt a sisterly bond with the girl. She was one of the first to give me the courage to embrace the dark side inside of me, and to help it grow. From time to time, she’d take out the tongue at the ward and we’d both look at it, poke at it, smell it. I was the first to lick it; and she giggled. I still wonder if anyone took the tongue away from her; why would they, what could they do with it? After all, how could they appreciate such a thing of beauty, this mutilated tongue?

Crash: Part Two

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I took the opportunity to go look at the brat and woman more closely; I wondered if they were truly dead.  Everyone took for granted that they would be…or would be soon.  The brat was making gurgling noises in the back of its throat, choking on its own worthless blood.  I wouldn’t mind hacking the body up a bit more, I thought; but, my attention was caught by a shadowy figure above me.  She was blonde and had a leg brace.  “I did that crash, but I survived.  Only got it half right,” she said and motioned to her prosthetic leg.  She was pretty, and I thought she would look even prettier on my mortuary table.

I seduced her into returning home with me.  She was easy to coax into my dungeon, curious at everything.  She instinctively hobbled onto the table, and undressed; yes, I liked her.  When I came closer, she kissed me and I felt a sexual sensation run through my veins.  She took off her brace…and seemed, again, to read my mind.  “Cut it open,” she whispered and kissed me again.  I peeled back the flesh with a knife and stuck my fingers into her open wound.  She reclined and watched as I jabbed my fingers into the open hole, blood spurting everywhere.  She moaned and seemed to cum; and, uncharacteristically, I bandaged her back up.  I wanted to know more about her…before doing away with her completely.  But, I already had a plan for decapitating her and kicking her head around the field where the crashes took place.

Crash: Part One

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One of my friends told me that I had to see this underground scene where people are obsessed with famous car crashes and recreate them. But, the beauty, he said, was that they recreate them with authenticity…which means that real people die in them! I was fascinated.

When we arrived, I met this guy who had scars all over his face and body; he was proud of them, letting me touch them. He seemed to get a sexual thrill out of me touching and admiring them. One especially long scar was on his chest; it was almost over an inch wide, and it must have been one gorgeous gash when it happened. I would have liked to put my finger in that bloody tissue before they’d sewn it up. I scratched my long nails against it, smiling with excitement, thinking I might get the chance to do that later.

The show was about to begin. I could see a mother and her daughter crawl into the front seat of one; and, a drunk guy crawled into the other car. The game was on: two older cars (that had no significance to me because I wasn’t born before the significant crash happened) revved up their engines. The crowd hooped and hollered. I felt like I had found kindred spirits.

When the cars collided, the sound of bent metal permeated the air; smoke, gasoline hung close. The little brat was ejected out of the car like a cannon ball. The bloody small body lay only a few feet away from us; I was compelled to walk over to it, but I was also enjoying the woman stagger out of the car. Her face was bloody and people began to clap once she slung her one leg out of the car. Apparently, she had succeeded perfectly with amputating one of her legs during the crash. She walked a pace or two and fell over, presumably dead from the gushing blood. The drunk guy emerged with blood to his head but a bottle of beer in his hand. Everyone applauded and my thirst for blood and violence was far from clenched…

Poor Poor Dumb Whore

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Poor sweet little Tiffany, she really never knew what was gonna happen to her until it was much too late. I guess next time she will learn to pick better friends and not just go with anyone who asks. I mean seriously, this stupid whore came with me to the middle of nowhere after knowing me for all of 20 minutes! All I had to do is invite her to this killer party, I told her that half the town would be there and she definitely wouldn’t want to miss it so she followed along beside me like a lamb to slaughter. When I told her it was a killer party I wasn’t kidding, poor little Tiffany may have thought I meant a rager when the reality was 4 big strong men waiting to force her to do all sorts of degrading things.

When we got there she looked a little scared and asked me where the party was, poor thing was so confused. I told her that she was the party and to get on her fucking knees and get ready to suck some dick like her life depended on it. The guys came out and her eyes went wide when she saw their huge cocks, she cried and said there was no way cocks that big would ever fit inside her. I told her that they were gonna fit even if they had to rip her up to get them to fit! They brutalized her and pounded all her fuckholes until she was lying limp and barely conscious on the floor. I was kind this time, I let her go when they were done playing with her… next time she may not be so lucky…

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Mr. Self Destruct

“Mr Self Destruct”

I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I speak religion’s message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I am the needle in your vein
and I control you
I am the high you can’t sustain
and I control you
I am the pusher I’m a whore
and I control you
I am the need you have for more
and I control you
I am the bullet in the gun
and I control you
I am the truth from which you run
and I control you
I am the silencing machine
and I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
 

Perfect Strickes in Red

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I hate all of the stupid little “fun” things that most people do; so, when my coworkers asked me to accompany them to the bowling alley, I tried to be as nice as possible when I said “No.” But, I’m sure it still came out as a snarl. I went home, walked around my sweet dark dungeon…and my mind kept wandering to the bowling alley, and how it could serve as quite an ample torture chamber. I poured a glass of red wine; and the more that I thought about it, I knew I had to go at least to check out the scene.

When I arrived, the parking lot was pretty empty. And, the lights seemed halfway out. I was disappointed but decided to investigate further. To my surprise, I opened the door and I saw a couple of young guys working, cleaning…and drinking beer. While I would’ve loved to play with my coworkers, I thought this pair would do quite nicely in order to satiate my desire for torture.

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The boys looked my way, and I watched their eyes go from my whore-red lipstick, down my breasts and legs that were all augmented by tight spandex. It was almost too easy, really; but, what the hell?! I was already there, and my hunger for inflicting pain was mounting. I asked if they wanted to have some fun, and the idiots laughed like nerds. I took out my whip and their eyes almost popped with anticipation. “One at a time,” I said and waved my finger.
I pushed the blonde one down on the conveyer belt; then, I dropped an 11-pound ball on his head. The delicious split and crack echoed. The brain is a wonderful fountain of blood….and he was still gurgling. How I love that sound in the back of the throat, the blood spilling into mouth. I shoved his body further down the conveyer belt into the hub and went looking for my second victim.

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He was easy to spot, like an eager squirrel dancing around a tree to get a nut. I met him at the door to the back, which was conveniently close to the pins. I took a pin and hit him over the head, rendering him on his back. I took the pin and shoved the round knob into his mouth. It was such a tight fit that the delicate skin around his mouth was breaking. I slid his body closer to the opening where the pin machine was; and, analyzed the position of his head. Yeah, that was about right; and, I pushed the button like I had seen him do when I walked into the door. The levers came down, piercing his flesh. I had to give it to my coworkers: yeah, bowling is fun. Especially when it’s a violent strike in red!

The Chase

I bashed her stomach with the lamp next to her bed and I smiled brightly when I felt the blob I’d beaten within. I jumped on her like a wildcat–I couldn’t stop raking my nails into her eye sockets, kicking her, smacking her and ripping out her hair. She fell against the bed and took it like a good whore. Screams for help soon graduated to lowly and half-assed whimpers and raspy cries as her energy was drained away from her. Hayley bleeding from her mouth, her eye was swollen shut, and she sobbing hysterically. She’d lost control over her mouth, where teeth were now sparse, and so I took her maternity pajama top into my hands and ripped it open down the front, exposing her huge milk-brimming tits, swollen and achy and pregnant. Her nipples looked like little red buttons I just wanted to slice off to see what was inside. Begging pathetically, trying to cover her stomach with her arms. Trying to save the baby I wanted to kill for my own. I took out my pocket knife and slashed her pajama bottoms off. “Ever been fucked by a knife, you stupid cunt?” I asked her. She moaned and struggled weakly, flailing. I laughed. “I’m going to stick this blade up your cunt and fuck you real good with it. It’s about time we used that babyhole for what it’s good for.” She was too beaten and abused to resist much. I flipped her over like a nice piece of preggo ass and spread those breeding whore legs for what they were good for. “Bradley’s dead now,” I told her through my smile. “You’re a widow, and since I’m your next-of-kin, you’re my wife now.” This caused a horrible shaking to overtake her weak body, and tiny sounds of abject terror and fear escaped from her bruised lips. “I can’t hear you,” I told her chidingly. “You’re face down, ass up, like you belong.”

Violent Dreams

Violent phone sex with StromI had the WEIRDEST dream last night! I was a lifer in prison. My shank was a metal spoon. My target was my cellmate, my lover. When it comes to property, prison rules are strict: what’s yours is yours. She was mine before she gave herself to that bitch guard on the midnight shift.

We sat on her bunk and chatted. She was surprised when I asked her to stand up for a kiss, but she did it with enthusiasm. I held her close and while my tongue was dancing with hers, the shank made three dead-center thrusts. Her head jerked back but she didn’t break the embrace. Her eyes wide and saying “please,” but wasn’t sure if that meant “don’t do this” or “do me right.” Then, she took my hand and shoved it down her pants. Immediately, I fingered her soaked pussy. Blood was covering both of us as she moaned, then shrieked, then sank to her knees. Before falling prone, a shaky hand stroked my hot spot. I came as if by command.

I woke up so turned on I had to play with myself two times!

Making dreams come True

Marti was enjoying her big glass of wine. I was glad about that. It would be her last one. a few days prior, I paid a grand for the tasteless, odorless chemical mixed in with her Merlot. In about an hour, heightened physical activity would made it rush through her system. She would overload like a desktop with no surge protector in a lightning storm. Afterward, she’d be just as useless.

When I saw it starting to take hold I motioned for Ben to move in! This was his fantasy after all. The woman he has always loved and hated! His dream girl he wanted to fuck while she was dying. The drug made her so playable. And when he suggested they go to his room, She eagerly agreed. I followed and he left the door open for me. Ben knew the rules. I set it up and I wanted to have the full experience. I also wanted a front row seat.

Since she was wet and ready, Ben let himself in. Shoving his cock inside her. Steady, even strokes, just the way she liked it. When her cheeks showed that red flush, He did the upshift. Her legs spread wider, her fingers groped his back for dear life, something I found ironic. When she did that shimmy-shudder, I knew it was showtime. Go time. Eyes went wide. Mouth formed a perfect “O.” Insane spasms that vise-gripped on Ben’s rod for a few intense seconds. Of course he came when she locked down. Then slackness. Stillness. Green eyes fading while staring at some invisible apparition overhead.

Ben wanted to keep her body. That was all on him. My part was done. I gave him exactly what he wanted. I love it when a plan comes togethe