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Cunt Unleashed

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I was not what you could say, a rational person at times. But for the past few weeks I had my anger under control. I attributed that to the beautiful yet deceitful man I had met. He owns a gym on the east side of town, and was quite attractive. It had been the first time in a long time I had let anyone inside of my head. He had a very good way with words, and his hands knew how to send me over the edge. I was so stupid to have told him about my dark side. Nonetheless, he seemed to enjoy the stories I told him. He would always climax at the most bloody of parts!

After a while he was growing more and more distant, till last week when he told me he thought we should see other people. I never felt more betrayed. That’s when I knew I was not the only woman he was seeing. I could smell the lies on his breath, and eventually I would take that from him.

Jealous is not a word I would use. I honestly couldn’t tell you what it was I felt when I saw her walking down the street to the gym. I have watched her for a week now, and she seemed to have the perfect little fucking life. Always smiling, waving at everyone as she walked by them… she looked so beautiful, and it was her beauty that I wanted to end. If I could not have him, no one will.

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This was the perfect place I thought as I used the stolen key to enter the back room. I saw him rustling with some paperwork as I slipped the letter under the door and knocked, (ducking down) it would only be moments till he opened the letter and the powder would enter his system, rendering him paralyzed.

I heard a slump and knew he was down for a bit. Quickly I locked the door to the gym, and threw up the closed sign. It was just us three, and soon I would be leaving solo. I went back to his office where I saw him lying on the floor in terror. When he realized what was going on.. his cock got rock hard! Than it hit me what was going on in his mind…..

“You planned this didn’t you? All those stories, breaking up with me was just a way to see if I was being honest? You have no idea what a cunt you just unleashed”.

Knife in one hand, his hair in the other, I dragged him into the shower where she had been after her workout. She saw him and screamed and in one swift motion I cut her throat and silenced her. I watched her body fall, and laid her on top of him. Than I leaned down and cut his throat too. So much blood! I kept stabbing and slashing,watching the blood rush down the drain was intoxicating, and I knew I should never have stopped, this was my true love.

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Blasphemous Crucifixion

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I set the stage to my perfect standards and then returned to my prey in the church closet. The poor little soccer mom wasn’t so demure as she pretended in church; instead of her soft voice, she was yelling foul words at me…it was laughable! I told her to calm down and forced her to drink the entire chalice of communion wine. She became limp and I drug her through the church up to the stage where she was directing that damn nativity play. I felt a little throw-up in my mouth as I thought of all the Jesus songs and fucking parking mess that the whole thing had created. The madness had to stop. I hoisted her up on a ladder, balancing her until she was positioned properly on the cross. I took a chisel and banged led files through her limbs to keep her where I wanted her. She looked at the blood and vomited; luckily, I side-stepped it and told her that wasn’t very Christ-like of her. I laughed and pushed a crown of thorns that I’d had made especially for her. “Realism is the key,” I said, “to any production.” She continued to swear, but her words turned into mumbles as I slit her clothes open and drained her blood. “You look more like a whore,” I said and decided to write “Mary” in her own blood in front of her. I paid extra attention to making sure her breasts and pubic area were exposed; then, as a last gesture, I shoved a dildo in the shape of a cross up her ass. With her remaining blood, I spread it over the plastic little animals that were huddled around the manger. Pleased with my work, I sliced her neck, her head falling so violently that it almost fell off. I admired the scene and felt confident that the brats who came in for practice would be singing a different tune than the one that had echoed down my street.

Spiked Dildo for Your Use on Me

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I got a new toy today – a giant strap on that goes over your penis like a sheath. On the outside it is metal and it has two inch spikes sticking out all over it.  I saw it and just had to have it! I want you to put it on and use the sharp spikes to tear me to pieces. I want you to start by fucking my mouth, the spikes will cut my lips and cheeks and tongue until I am choking on my own blood. 

From there you can move to my tits, pressing them together as you slide your death cock between them slicing them to bits with each thrust. This takes my breath away so much I cant even scream. My tongue is swollen and clogging my mouth as well. Tears mix with blood and run down my face as my breasts are sliced again and again until they are barely hanging on by the outside edge. Blood drains everywhere and I feel the wonderful coldness that comes with that.

Drag your death cock and all its blades from my chest to my pussy.  Ram it all in at once so that the tearing and slicing and ripping burns my hole like a fire. Make me hold whats left as my tits on my chest as you keep ramming my pussy again and again, each thrust tearing it open until it becomes once with my ass. Blood everywhere, its time for my happy ending – shove your spiked cock deep inside until it cuts through into my abdomen and come out my stomach. I don’t deserve this kind of pleasure, so it is time for you to snuff me out for good baby. Put your hands around my throat, my bleeding and swollen tongue unable to make a sound as I gasp for my last breath. Take it.

Substitute Teacher

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My teenage niece had been crying over this boy for a couple of weeks; then, she got angry, which made me proud. I’ve never understood why anyone would rely on someone else for their happiness. The woodshop teacher, a friend of mine, asked the turd to return to school later that evening to finish up a project for extra credit. Of course, when he got there, I was there…with one of my most sadistic friends. The shit-head flirted with me, even though I told him that I was a substitute teacher. And, I was going to teach him something alright…
We pressed his fingers directly on the sanding machine. As he yelled out in pain, I told him, “You deserve much worse. In fact, if I could kill you multiple times, I would.” I pushed his blonde curls next to the machine next and watched the blood spurt all over my goggles. It is always amazing how much blood is in the head. My friend, whom I love for his twisted sense of humor, was drilling holes in each one of the young boy’s toes. We nailed him to one of the bookshelves that someone was making; then, we used the electric nail gun on him; we laughed, counting double points for stapling anywhere he was bloodied or bruised. Using sandpaper and a file, we ridded him of what remained of his nipples so there were gaping holes in his chest. He was losing consciousness, so we had only a few more minutes. We used a file to carve out his abdomen and take out his intestines…stringing them along the bookcase. The finishing touches, of course, were mine: I chopped off his cock and shoved it into his mouth. I thought it was all poetic. I delighted in taking pictures for the photography class and draped them all over the adjacent room.

Snuffed Slut In The Tub

Accomplice phone sexTiny, sweet, so trusting.  Your girlfriend’s baby girl.  Not only does she play the innocent act so well, she has your cock screaming for some sadistic fucking of this little cunt rag.  I show up at the door telling her that my family has gone away for a few weeks and there is all this candy that I have that I will not eat.  She smiles and takes it, before her Mum can even make it out from the kitchen, she is being rushed to my house because I thought ahead and put some oh so lovely additives into the candy.

Once inside, it is straight up to the tub with her.  You help me undress her. Then we put her in the tub and fill it with water.  She is still giggling and splashing around.  I told her that she had sticky all over her from her lolli.  Such a dumb little bitch.  You get into the tub with her and you and I proceed to hurt, violate, and bloody her up in so many wonderfully fun ways.  As you deposited your cum deep within her torn up body, I end it for her by using a straight edge to slit her throat from ear to ear. 

What a perfect little bath time Snuff Slut your girlfriend’s little daughter turned out to be.

 

Blazing Malice

So I’m sure by now you’ve heard the rumors going around. Blaze and I are pretty much best friends now, and we do everything together. Even babysit. She brings the video cameras, and I bring the ‘lil ones. Last night was Friday, so we were babysitting for the Mclachlans and their two twins. A tiny little boy and a cute younger girl with an itty-bitty twat. I told Blaze I wanted to watch her brother stick his baby boner into his sister’s pussy hole. But with a twist . . . how hot would it be to make them pretend to be our pets? We could force them to meow or else get sprayed in the face with a spray bottle full of cleaning fluid. She said that type of torture kink would make us a fortune because they’re identical twins and furry friend porn is hot. While she was setting up the equipment, I got us some lines of Coke to ski with and tied down the two little brats. Their eyes were so wide with fear when I told them that we were going to do to have fun. I had to gag the teeny girl with Mr. Mclachlan’s filthy boxers that still had some dried cum in them. She wouldn’t stop crying. I bet they were all creamed-in because her dad got off on stripping his young daughter naked to ‘help her change clothes.’ Don’t you think? Maybe I’ll pull him aside and offer him a nice copy of the DVD of his little daughter playing with her toy blocks like a kitty on her hands and knees. That naked baby girl ass will be all spread open for her lion brother to poke from tight holes behind.  Oh, I can’t wait for Blaze and I to finish editing this footage!

you taste like . . . A debased Angel . . .

There’s something so erotic about my special collection of deformed bodies and violated carcasses. Guess what, baby? Bianca has been building her Body Farm, and if you ask real nicely . . . I might just let you have a little taste. So what are your vices? Would you like the Grandmother, still clutching her yarn ball in one hand, and the rotting, decaying flesh of her dearly departed husband’s ball in the other hand? Her dress is torn and exposing her crotchless panties. Such a dirty old bitch . . . she wants it bad. Or will you take her young little granddaughter whose eyes will forever stay frozen in terror? She’s such a sweet little thing. Never knew what was cumming to her until her throat was slit with a box cutter and her lips were sliced off and stitched back onto her own asshole. She was always such a brown-nosing little sycophant. Now she’ll be kissing ass for the rest of her . . . afterlife! Hahaha.

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Satan came to me
tonight

smoothly slithered
next to my bedside

and whispered

“I am the twisted shepherd”

the father of darkness
here i’ve
scripted a letter

of the artist
i wish you to harness
then

bring me his carcass..

Yes Master
i’m disaster starved

i’m on a mission
to position

this King in plastic

But first
i wanna fuck him

nothin like
a big stiff dick

climb on top
rock the dead cock

til i get off

See i’m kinda
sick in the head

my thoughts are fed
by

cravin the dead..

my pretty baby in blue
you look so

beautiful breath.less

You taste like
a debased angel

tell me
how does it feel?

~~Devilish~~

A Little Spider Said…

I’ve got a little hiding spot you wouldn’t ever want to visit. It’s my favorite place in the world . . . The smell of rotting corpses snakes through the air . . . decrepit gravestones crumble, and the sound of brittle bones breaking underfoot emanates from all across the sultry, spoiled air . . . It’s enough to make a grown man cry–especially after dark. This is where I conduct my best business: the ruins of the old stone mausoleum at the South Wayside Cemetery. The dilapidated concrete structure is furnished with broken glass, cobwebs, and the worst thing of all . . . me. In the little nook near the corner, my favorite toys are waiting.

Sometimes I do it because I’m dead inside. Sometimes I do it because I need to feel something . . . instead of nothing at all. Mostly, I just do it because it gives me a nice little thrill. Hurting people always makes me laugh. I guess it started out the time some motherfucker stole my drugs and I needed to interrogate his friends. Safe to say, I’ve adopted it as a new hobby of sorts. I love to fuck up a nice, unmarred human body.

There was this one bitch whose ass I seared with a heated frying pan. I’d left it on the stove to get the metal nice and scalding, then I slapped that ass to watch her porcelain skin scorch and burn. Her legs were tied doggie style to posts in my lair, and I occasionally dipped down to smack that pussy. She passed out three times and shrieked like a banshee. I just revived her and started over again . . .

Damsel in Distress

accomplice phone sex layla (2)T.V shows always show the damsel in distress being held hostage or for ransom. What they don’t show is the shit hat damsel may have to go through when being kept by the bad guy. When my husband smoked all the Mexican gang lord Lupe’s crack without paying up they took me, the trophy wife, for ransom. I wish it was money they wanted ‘cus then I’d be free. In order to get me back my husband had to “find a bitch as fine as this” and then he could get me back. They violently violated me one after the other until I felt nauseous from all the different cum inside of me. The first day I was there Lupe walked in and grabbed me by my hair. He held both sides of my head firmly as he forced his dick down my throat. I choked and gagged but he wouldn’t let me go until he finished. When I spit out his cum he slapped me across the face and ordered me to, “finish my breakfast”. He made me slurp it off the dirty concrete floor. After weeks of trying and countless whores being presented it was no use my husband would never get me back. I belong to these hoodlums now and must obey their every demand. If I don’t, I fear I won’t live to see another day.

Ransom for Flesh

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I found the perfect dinner! She’s lovely, round in all the right places and young. The only problem is that she is wealthy and Daddy keeps with her a bodyguard at all times. I captured her friend, a little less meaty but still worthwhile and I told my young, plump prize that her friend would be killed unless she swapped places. Sure enough, she slipped past her bodyguard and arrived at my house. I gave the stupid little girl my address because I knew she wasn’t going to call the cops, and I also knew that none of my prey ever walked out of my house. Meanwhile, I had been fattening up the friend, who was filling out nicely.
When my little prize walked through the door, I noticed that she had crumbs of Oreos around her luscious lips; poor thing had probably been stuffing her emotions, worried about her friend. I appreciated that. This was going to require a lot of work, so I enlisted the help of a friend. He bound my pretty little prize while I took her friend out of the cage. Relieved, she thought she had saved her friend; and, the friend thought she would be released. Stupid things. My mouth was watering as I began preparing my tools and heard her little whimpers. My friend had already started carving her friend and I was glad. The smell of blood and meat permeated the air and made me even hungrier for the young chubby thing that graced my table. She didn’t even struggle; I could’ve forgone the restraints, but I knew she would be flinching when I began using my knife.
Her beautiful eyes were even more beautiful in death; and, the blood that followed the trace of my knife matched her hair. I had to stop at several points and admire her, committing the scene to memory and also memorializing it on film. Her breasts, large and natural, were going to make an excellent soup. I decided to even leave the cute little nipples on them…confident that they would soak up flavor very nicely. After the long, worthwhile work, I had a friend who specialized in taxidermy and had her head stuffed as a trophy. I took her rings and laced them around her lovely curly locks of hair. She sits in my study and I still enjoy admiring her, recalling our time together and how savory she was.

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