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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!

When Giants Attack

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My friend’s brother is always stalking about how sweet and petite women are supposed to be, how demure. And it makes me want to wretch. I’ve thought about suffocating him with my own spit at night, but I knew that wasn’t even good enough. No, I had to be patient and wait for the right moment.

Since we haven’t been the best of friends, I invited him out for lunch, under the pretense that I wanted to get to know him better. He sat aside from me and I let my hate build to a boiling rate as his mouth flopped about “a woman’s place.” I smiled, evilly, thinking about him finding his rightful place soon enough. After lunch, we headed out to a house that I had previously visited. He thought we were going to have some kind of cookout. Ha!

He looked around, surprised at what he saw: massive women in one corner and skinny men in the other. He laughed and said they were freaks. And, he enjoyed the show, watching as these men sometimes lost consciousness as their heads were squeezed between the thighs of the giant woman. He shouted and called those men, “pussies” and anything he could think of. He shook his head and said, “Damned if I’d let a woman do that to me!” I urged him on, riled him up. “Look, that fucker creamed himself? What the fuck?” He yelled, “You’re not a man!” Finally, as he was getting louder and louder, I stood up and screamed, “Hey, my friend wants to try!” I could see the oh-fuck-you look in his face; but, then determination replaced it. Yeah, he was gonna prove what a tough man he was in front of me and everyone else.

Out of all the women in the pack, the largest stepped forward. Apparently, she had heard him yelling during the exposition and was ready to teach him a little lesson. Laughter escaped my lips and I sat down, ready to enjoy every delicious moment.

He danced around like a freakin’ monkey and I rolled my eyes. Where’d he learn those moves, I wondered. As he tried to make something akin to karate noises, the woman was growing increasingly annoyed. She put her forearm against his throat and threw him to the ground. Her booming laughter sounded like a mix between a gorilla and some monster on television. I loved it!

He continued to ‘mouth off’ and she rubbed her pussy in his face, looking at the audience and laughing. Crossing my legs, I rooted her on; and we seemed to share a connection as our eyes met. Yeah, give that bastard what he deserves! She told him that she would get off of him if he shut up; she gave him several chances and got up. He tried to regain his strength; but everyone could see he was on his last leg. She gave him one more chance to shut-up but he shook his head ‘No’ and she kicked his legs out from under him.
She took off her clothes. Pushed her massive titties to his face. “Suck on momma’s boobies, baby,” she said in her husky voice. She rubbed her bush against him, leaned up so he could see it. His dick was getting hard in his pants and she pointed at it. “Is that all? You have a pencil dick?! You can please a woman like me with no pencil dick!”

I almost fell out of the bleachers laughing. Finally, he stopped moving. The guys who had wrestled before him took turns fucking him in the ass while us women beamed and were pampered. When we were done with him, a couple of the ladies took him to the curb and dropped him. When I was driving past, I saw a sign in red letters that said, “Pencil Dick.” How appropriate! He tried to avoid me ever since that day; I want him to live in fear for a little bit longer…

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A few weeks later, I received a drawing in the mail; apparently one of the women in the group was an artist. It was me, my large feet stomping out all of the rejects of the world, all the stupid motherfuckers. That’s right, bitches, I am Giant, hear me roar!

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

Winning!

So there’s this bitch that lives down the street. She’s pretty much friends with everybody in the neighborhood. She’s always inviting them over for little Parties, card games and board game nights. I have never had any desire whatsoever to attend any of her functions. Even if I was invited I would decline. So I was pretty surprised when this uppity bitch walked right up to me at the gas station. She said that she had heard I was complaining about not being invited to her parties. I told her she was mistaken. That I would not wish to attend. When that’s fucking bitch started laughing at me. She told me that I would not be welcome at her house. That she would never have a freak like me around her. She said it really loud so everyone could hear laughing at me the whole time. Oh she doesn’t know me very well. I don’t give a fuck what people think about me. And I don’t let people make fun of me and get away with it. It’s time to put a bitch in her place. I walked away from her there letting her think that she had won. But when she came home that night she never made it in her house. I made sure there was a branch blocking her driveway. When she got out to move the branch I was waiting for her with a brick. The bitch never even saw it coming. When she woke up she was already in my cabin. She snapped to pretty quickly. Started screaming and yelling “somebody help me, somebody help me”. And then I let that fucking bitch know she could scream as much a she wanted, no body can fucking hear her. She had the nerve to invite me to some of her party’s. Like I would let the bitch go to go to one of her fucking parties. I laughed in the bitche’s face. I let her know that we’d be playing my game now. And surprise surprise the bitch didn’t like my games. I started by ripping out all of her toenails and fingernails. And I took to my knife and started slicing thin layers of skin off. Oh she was screaming so loud. And it was music to my ears. She kept begging for me to let her go. And she knew I actually thought about it. After I had torn big pieces of skin off of her face and knew she would be scarred up forever. I thought about letting her go but I hadn’t kept my face covered. So I had to kill her. When I told her that she freaked the fuck out. I covered her mouth was a piece of tape so she would hear me. “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” That is my favorite quote from Stephen King. As I said it to her. I picked up my big knife and plunged it into her heart! The look on her face was fantastic! It will keep me wet for months!

The Hunter

“In my mind’s eye my thoughts light fires in your cities.”
― Charles Manson

My half-brother is having a baby. Well, his slut fuck wife anyway. Wanna know a secret? Last night I closed my eyes and I dreamed about it . . . the creaky halls, warped floor boards, and silent groans of their Hollywood Hills home. As I climbed in through the kitchen window, echoing sounds ricocheted across the shadowy darkness. Passing the garbage disposal, and taking special note of where is was . . . I climbed upstairs, twisting around the banister, and opening the bedroom door, casting light from the hall across the room. While Bradley rubbed Hayley’s fat bloated preggo stomach, I leaned on my baseball bat for support. And when the lights started flickered on and off in the hall, where my hand was playing with the switches, my halfling got up to go check it out like the “good man.” I reached in my waistband, retrieved the shotgun I’d hidden down the leg of my sweatpants, and blew his fucking brains out. Cocked the piston, aimed it at his third eye, and, he didn’t have time to react with anything more than utter disbelief before I pulled the trigger. “Bye bye Bradley,” I whispered to him. His head snapped backward as it simultaneously splattered against the wall in a mass of bone, blood, brains, and dripping flesh. The sound of the gunpowder blowing back and the shell taking off his head sent shivers up and down my spine. I needed that. I was getting high. Without taking a breath or a pause, I dropped the gun where his head used to be. His body collapsed to the floor, nothing left of him except the shoulders-down. The scream from his fat breeding slut meant I charged in there with a Cheshire grin on my happy fucking face without even a pause or a breath. She was trying to get up from bed, so I whacked that bitch’s kneecaps out with the bat. CRACK! I didn’t want her getting away. She let out an ear-piercing scream. Such a worthless used-up pussy she is. Like a warbling, fluid fantasy, she fell to the floor groaning in horrible utter agony and I grabbed the slut by her hair. “Tell me what scum you are,” I seethed down at her. She obliged, begging for her baby’s life. “No,” I smirked, “I don’t think so.”

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 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?

Be Careful What You Wish For Cuz You Just Might Get It

You know that saying, “Be Careful What You Wish For Cuz You Just Might Get It”, well if you desire and crave the pleasure of my company you had better really understand what exactly you’re getting into.

You see, I know what a sick fuck you are and how hard you try to hide it, but I deal with men like you all the time and I can see right through you. You can’t help but go to all those taboo and snuff sites on the internet and look at all those yummy young little ones that get your cock so fucking hard.

You think about it as you lie in bed next to your boring as hell wife who can’t bother herself to even suck your dick anymore. Fantasizing and jacking off to those hot, x-rated pictures of those bald pink pussies is as far as you’ve even gone, but if you ache to share your most deviant and perverted twisted fantasies with this delicious accomplice you had better have the balls to take it all the way.

Don’t you really want to hear for yourself their cries for Mommy as your fucking their tight, perfect little cunts? Really feel their soft smooth skin rubbing against yours as you violently steal their innocence away and finally satisfy that dark, sadistic craving your p cock has been aching over for so long.

So, do you think you’re man enough to explore all those extreme, brutal, dark fantasies and bring them out into the light with me? Mmmm, well just keep that saying in mind because I always take it further and harder than you ever thought possible.

Desert Rose

Taboo phone sexI could hear it being jostled around in the trunk.  It better not get it dirty, it’s my new car for christ sake.  The favors I do for friends, I swear.  It won’t wake up they said, sure.  Sounds like it’s pretty much awake right now.   Just a few more miles to go into this stupid Desert heat, then I can stop and take care of this.  I have to meet two others, and they better be there.  I’m just there to make the delivery, not to get my hands dirty.

I finally arrive, get out and pop the trunk.  I have never in my life seen two guys who looked like they just crawled out of the sewer before, but I guess I can now add that to the list of people whom I have met.  I could smell the sweat on them.  One of them grabbed the thing, and the other started to undo his pants.  All that screaming, it was fucking intense.  I am not sure how many times I heard them slap it around.  It just wouldn’t shut up.

I think it must of bit one of the guys because I heard a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” from one of them.  Then I heard the pleading.  Seems one of  them decided to wedge their fist into a very small space.  I still had my door open listening to this all.  I noticed a beautiful flower off to my left.  It was beginning to bloom, sorta funny, knowing that right there next to me a new life is beginning while behind me one will be ending shortly.

I just couldn’t take it any more.  I plunged my hand into my pants and got off on the shit that was happening behind me.  Between my getting off and seeing the flower, I’m now glad I went.

 

Bitch in a Well

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I watched her brats for her and now she is gonna stiff me my cash? She tried to tell me that I hurt her wee ones and now she was gonna call the cops? Who the fuck does she think she is messing with. I’ll show her! Now her and her bratty ankle biters will just have to disappear!

I am going to throw that cunt and her offspring down a well. Just like in that movie “The Ring”.  I want them  to stay alive for more than seven days though. So I found a well that no one even knows about.  I will put my travel trailer near it, toss those bitches in, and listen to them scream for as long as I can keep them alive.

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First day the family is down there I want to throw some rotten food to them. That way when they are hungry they will have no choice but to eat it. Then every day after that I will throw things down there to drive them mad! Like rats, leaches, even insects that survive in the water but love to bite! Every now and than I will tell them they are not going to get out of that well. Eventually as the screams grow tired I wont have anything to feed my amusement.. so I will just have to start filling it up slowly. Soon the screams will stop, and I will have to cover the well up.. so all you see is the ring…  

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Cabin Fever…

 

I had to run out to my cabin early this week. I was expecting some company from a friend and his plaything. I just wanted to make sure everything was set up right. It turns me on so much to even walk into this cabin. Hanging on the walls are the knives that I first started with. It floods back all the memories of playing with them. The table in the middle of the room is the first table I ever killed somebody on. It’s a heavy wooden table stained from the years of blood being let out on it. Just walking in and smelling the room gets my pussy dripping. It is like you can smell the fear in here. I make sure that the straps are tights on the table legs. I pull out my little table with all my new knives on it. I set up the videotape and the extra lighting. Because I know my friend John likes to relive his kills. John has a special fetish. It’s a little brutal so it’s right up my alley. I pull out the wooden baseball bats, the brass nipple clamps, the iron spreader bar and the old wooden billy club. That billy club is one of my favorite toys. Since it is as big around as a Pringles can. And it’s an old wooden club. The wood is splinting all up and down it. I hear John pull up into the yard and I wait patiently for him to come inside. He’s dragging with him the most delicious looking little toy. She’s got long fire red hair big pouty lips and skin as pale as ivory. The second she saw me her big green eyes locked on to mine. Even through the gag I could hear her begging for me to help her. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes starting this drizzle down her face. John started laughing as the grabbed a big handful of her hair. He yanked her towards the table by her hair even picking her up off the ground. I liked seeing her dangle there is so much, I grabbed a cinderblock and stood it up under the main beam in the cabin. Then I threw a rope over that beam. John started to smile when he realized what I was doing. He held her up so her feet barely touch the cinderblock. And I threw the rope around her neck in stretched it nice and tight. I tied off the ropes that she had no slack at all. If she moved to much she would hang herself. I pulled out one of my big knives and started to cut her clothes off of her. John just sat back and watched the show. I could see exactly how turned on John was getting. So I looked at his new little fucked toy and told her “You know he is going to fuck you don’t you”. She started to squirm a little.  I left her stretched  there like a rubber band.  As I cut all of her clothes off of her. When she was completely naked you could see those fear goosebumps covering her entire body. I grabbed her nipples so tiny and pink and I pulled and twisted them as hard as I could, until they puckered up for me. I grabbed the nipple clamps and latched them down as tight and hard as I could. She jumped back so fast she fell off her cinderblock. She was swinging like a pinata.  John busted out laughing. We both sat there watching as she was kicking and screaming trying to get her feet back on the block. John picked up the bat and swung hard striking her right in her little ribs. She started swinging that can forth on the rope. Then John hit her again in her hips and then her legs. I loved watching her swinging back and forth. When she stopped kicking very hard I put the cinderblock under her. She stood up as she tried desperately to catch her breath. I walked up to her, looked her dead in the eyes and said “when you fall off the cinderblock, you get beat.” She shook her shaky head yes. I pulled up the big comfy chair for John. I picked up my littlest scalpel and asked John “are you ready to begin?”. He looked like a little one in a candy store as he shook his head yes. I turned back to look at the new little toy and I whispered into her ear “this is going to hurt very badly… If you fall off the cinderblock you get beat. If I have to start over because you get beat it will be so much worse for you.” then I took my little scalpel and started slowly cutting around her cute little pink nipples. John’s got this thing for blood. It really fucking turns him on. I had to tell John to slow down. We’re going to enjoy this little slut for days!