I want for us to become closer. I have just purchased a new box of razor blades. I have been cutting designs into my stomach, my legs, breasts, and my pussy; watching the blood trickle down my flesh. I love the feel of my cuts, a unique hue of red. Do you want to play in my crimson patterns? I will skillfully and gently slice your chest, multiple times, careful not to harm you, make it bleed and lick the blood. Do you like to lick a pussy that is bleeding from menstruation? I’ll take out my tampon and let you devour my blood. I am a sexy vampire. Let’s Smear our blood onto one another, make abstract paintings, like artists-just like Picasso. I can sprinkle my pretty crimson colored bloody love potion; putting you under my my evil spell, turning you into my mindless sex-zombie. Lets mix our blood, become blood-lovers. I have a nice collection of knives that I would love to show you. We can cut and have wild and intense sex.
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Sacrificium
Once a year a celebration takes place. One in which I am honored to be a part of, as not many are. We conduct this gathering to insure each and every One of Us protection throughout the coming year, so that We may continue Our work in the Name of The Ancients, and no I am not referring to the Christian God. The Ones I worship are the Old Ones, from a time long past, whose dogma has been pushed under the carpet as it is considered barbaric.
This year it was the task of Another to obtain the Sacrificium. For one year, it is ordained that the Sacrificium must be kept safe, to be trained up in it’s foretold duty at the next celebration. It is not to be taken lightly. From what I have been told, the year with the Sacrificium is tedious. You must spend each free second working with them. They need to memorize the words to use, the proper etiquette, the proper mannerisms, how they are to address Those in attendance. For the first few months, this would be a bit irritating to say the least. However, by the time of the Celebration, they are ready.
They are dressed in what some would consider a Baptismal Gown. They are pure, they are innocent, and they help to insure that We have a Blessed year. This year, it has been told that the Sacrificium is particularly special. They have made rapid progress in their preparation. I am looking forward to this Celebration with great anticipation. When We raise them up in Our hands to hold them before They who perform the Holy Act, the thrill that courses through Me is unlike anything else I have ever experienced. If you do not know what “Sacrificium” is, it is the term used for a “Blood Sacrifice.”
A Book For Her
I don’t often keep my slaves for very long. A few months is pretty much the longest they survive. Either I get tired of them and they no longer bring me pleasure, which insures their death in a slow and painful fashion as punishment for displeasing me in any way. Or they simply can’t stand the torture inflicted upon them for my pleasure and they wither away. Weakness tends to take most of them and yet this too makes my pussy wet, knowing that I wore them down physically and emotionally. Demonstrating my dominance and superiority yet again. However Val was with me for almost nine years. She was in her late 20’s when I “obtained her” I won her from a friend who had enslaved her a few months before she became mine. When I first won Val I inflicted as much pain as I could upon her to test her will. Each time she surprised me. Torture that had caused others to pass out, cry, plead and beg for mercy, she took with a glassy look in her eyes, rarely flinching and never, ever crying out. She challenged me each and every time to push things further, to find more ways to inflict more pain. The constant challenge she presented brought me earth shattering orgasms and spawned more deviant ways to torture her. Yet each time she withstood my abuse, and I would cum not only from the pleasure of torturing her but from admiration of her resolve. After having her for about a year she happened to get pregnant when a close friend won the chance to fuck her in a poker game one night. Fuck I was pissed when she started showing and I stepped up the torture for the rush of watching her loose the fucking thing at my hands. But true to form Val didn’t loose it, she had that little fucker and to my delight it was a girl. I made sure it was well cared for because if this little fucking thing had half of what her mother did in guts and fortitude she would be an excellent second generation slave. Over the years the mother/daughter duo has provided me with many hours of pleasure. Val died last week and I have to say I felt a slight twinge of sadness, but knew I still had her offspring. As a slave she certainly was not getting buried or getting any type of ceremony honoring her life or service. However I did feel like I wanted to keep a piece of her. So I gutted and skinned her, feeding her flesh to her daughter over the last week. I bottled her blood and stretched and dried her skin. I have cut her skin into pages creating a book bound by her dried intestines and using her blood as ink. I have begun to pen some of the most horrific moments of our time together to enjoy in the future. I am naming it “Valley of Death”
Accomplice Phone Sex with Jade
I’ve always been a bit of a rebel. And by rebel I mean dark sadistic little slut with a need to be pained and bring pain to others as well. I’m so good at it too. I can grab up a cute little unsuspecting whore and bring her to you. I know how to pick them too… young and tender right? I love playing the sexy accomplice. I thrive on it. Fuck breakfast, sadism is the best meal of my day. I’ll follow your lead. I would love to watch you fuck her deep in her virgin ass hole while I play with my pussy that’s getting wetter every time a scream leaves her lips. I’ll even lick the blood off of your dick and then we can fuck right next to her almost lifeless body. If that bitch is too banged up I’ll snuff her ass and use some of her body parts as sex toys. How turned on are you right now? Your hard on will be a great asset to our journey. Lets plan our next evil adventure together tonight. Midnight is our meeting time. Be there or be square.
Craving Something Sweet
There are times when I just have to satisfy my craving for something decadent and sugary sweet. I especially love the really rare and hard to find candy, it’s always in such pretty wrapping.
So shiny and eye catching and always has a pretty bow tightly around it, securely protecting all that sugary sweetness. Do you crave something so irresistible and delicious wrapped up tight?
Wouldn’t you just love it if I showed up at your door with a very special goodie just for you to unwrap and devour?! Oh and I know just the kind you love the most, young, sweet and tastes just heavenly.
Looks so pretty all done up with those luscious pink shiny lips and soft, smooth skin; all you can think about is that bald little cunt under all the pretty ruffles. I can’t wait to see her face when you show her all the toys you have for her, well maybe not for her but she’ll sure be using them a lot!!
This time it’s not for her enjoyment…oh no no, all ours baby. Watching her little perfect body writhing and wriggling just trying to loosen the ties securing her down is so cute.
Begging for her Mommy, oh how I love to tell her how her Mommy doesn’t love her anymore and just gave her to us to with you whatever we wanted.
Mmmm, there’s nothing like hearing a fresh popped cherry and such a pretty, young one at that! I must say this craving is becoming somewhat of an addiction and I have no intention of quitting anytime soon.
Collection of Scissors
There are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?
The Perfect Storm
My mood matches the raging storm that has been rumbling for days now without letting up. The wind howling, the rain beating down with angry fists while the night fills with the loud angry screams of the thunder. Nights have rolled into days and the raging storm has created equal darkness no matter the time of night or day. My mood and blood is raging now too, I am restless and eager to escape the captivity created by the storm.
Finally I can’t take any more captivity and I have to escape. By the time I reach town I am soaked and the darkness has filled my heart. I must find release for both my pussy and my rage.
As soon as I walked into the little cafe I heard her mouth. Loud and obnoxious and full of herself, just the kind of mouth you want to shut. And then she looked up at me and it was self righteous and demeaning. Oh yes I would teach this one a lesson!
I wait patiently as my cunt gets wetter thinking about the satisfaction of taking this chick down a notch or two or three…
I brought a few things with me because I knew I couldn’t wait to get someone back to my place. The roaring inside me had to be tamed.
I dragged her into the alley and began beating her mercilessly as my pussy gushed with satisfaction and my heart began pounding faster. The adrenalin and the release of all my frustration raging as I throw blows. Finally I am tired of beating her limp body and it is time to drag her home to finish what I started.
I get her home and tie her to a tree while I prepare for her to wake up. I take out my needle and thread, and as soon as she is awake, looking at me through the slits that were once her eyes, I get to work. Sewing those steely eyes closed, cutting that sharp tongue out of her mouth, before sewing it shut are just what I need for on earth shattering orgasm before leaving her there tied to the tree in the storm.
I sleep well, satiated and dreaming of what I will do to her in the morning.
I Am a Cold Hearted Bitch
A darkness came over me yesterday that has not in a long time. My cunt ached for some serious evil and twisted shit and I would have my fill. The demons took a hold of me, controlling my mind, body and soul. I needed several victims to torture and only a family would satisfy my craving for pain and torture. I needed this blood lust satisfied like a heroin addict needs a fix. I found the perfect little family and watched them all day, waiting for my time. He was a strapping man and he walked with pride and purpose around the yard with his dainty and beautiful wife and little girl. Breaking him down and making him watch it all was going to be as good as the actual torture I plan on inflicting. I went home and got a few things I had collected earlier just for this special occasion. Before they know it I am in the house and I have that sweet little bit of a thing in my grasp. He is furious but he knows he can’t make a move without putting her in danger. his wife is begging and sobbing and my cunt is singing with delight as the juices flow. I throw him a rope an make him tie his little wifey up. I warn him that if he doesn’t do it right, this pretty little thing in my hands will pay the price. Watching him fight to maintain control only fuels the fire between my legs. I call him over and order him to get undressed and kneel before me. His wifey is going to watch him fuck her innocent little one. The sound of mommy crying while daddy’s dick gets hard in spite of himself, the pitiful sound of him apologizing before stuffing that tight virgin pussy with his very nice sized cock and her scream as he rips it open all spur me on. I make sure he fucks that sweet thing hard and rough and when he pulls his bloody dick out of her i lick it clean. I tie his hands behind his back and his ankles to the heavy couch as I tell him that he must be punished for what he has just done. I pull a bottle of syrup out of my bag and pour it on his cock and then the piece de resistance, the jar of fire ants I pour on his cock. he can’t help put scream as they eat him alive and as his dick swells from the numerous bites I let his wifey go and make her eat my cunt till i am satisfied.