When I’m providing the snuff sex fuck pigs for some deranged degenerate to dick down, I have to be the one who decides how the distressed damsels are dispatched. Not because of my lust for blood or for anything overly psychotic, I just know how to kill a bitch without making too much noise, plain and simple. I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves and when you mix murder with fucking, guys tend to forget about the world around them and go a little nuts. You can’t trust that kind of energy to make sound decisions and I can’t have some idiot blowing my cover no matter how much he pays me for my sexy slaughter services. I got a good thing going, here, I won’t let anyone fuck it up.
Case in point; this fucking guy. He’s been renting my rotten little wretches to use and abuse for about a year or so, usually just sticks to typical torture and beating my kidnapped beauties up with his bare hands. I was a little surprised when he asked for some sluts that he could slay while he smashed, but dark desires usually escalate in these guys, that’s just how perversions go. He’s a pretty good client, usually follows my commands to the T, so I didn’t think that this jump would be too much for him. I was wrong.
The plan wasn’t hard to understand, it was going to be a simple two girl motel strangulation. He even told me he was excited to see the life in their eyes fade out as his hands squeezed tighter and tighter around their throats and their holes squeezed tighter and tighter on his rock hard prick. I had them slightly sedated and partially stripped down just as planned. He was supposed to slap them around and scratch them up or whatever before ripping their undies off and having his way with their incapacitated cunts and unaware assholes. He said he was going to make sure he came as they were gasping for air and their eyes bulged out of their sockets, those were his exact words. Nope.
He beat on them and shredded their bra and panties right off of them just as planned. He pulled out his dick and, right before jamming it inside of one of those unconscious cum sluts, he pulled out a pistol and shot them both in the head. POW-POW! It happened so quickly, I didn’t even have time to react. In the moment, all I could do was gather my things and split, self preservation kicked in and took over. I ran out of the room as he was going to town on the bloody blonde, hunks of her brain slowly oozing down the headboard.
It didn’t take long for me to compose myself, there’s no way I’ll ever be tied to it. I was really mad at myself for not seeing it in the guy for a while, but I’m over it. I put him on my long list of losers who deserve to die and his time will come soon enough. No one fucks up my world like that and lives to revel in it. If you want to have sex with dead bodies then I’ll provide you with every ounce of fuck pig flesh you need to get your rocks off, easy-peasy. You better follow my murderous plan though, Pally. I don’t enjoy running, it makes me mad.
When daddy got all drunk after Christmas dinner, he made me fuck his favorite chair! Daddy has made me do some fucked up things but over the weekend he made me do something I’ve never done before. Daddy made me fuck the arm of his favorite chair while he, my brother and his friends watched me. I was saying how much I hate the chair and its weird design, its an eyesore but daddy said the arm of the hair is kind of like a butt plug. He told me to take off my skirt and fuck the arm of the chair. At first, I laughed but daddy gave me a look to let me know that he would beat me if I didn’t do it, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. He told me I better make my pussy squirt; he wanted me to put on a show. I humiliated myself humping the arm of that chair, my stocking covered pussy was wet because I knew daddy would force fuck me if I squirted for his guests.
