There are men in my life who think I am normal. They see the tattoos, the piercings, and the “rocker chick” haircut, and they call me alternative . . . They say that I’m scene. Most of these people are men–and they tell me how fucking sexy I am. It gets their dick nice and hard thinking about fucking such a tough girl like me. Well lemme tell you something, baby. I’m no benign bitch. I have some special lipstick on my dresser right now . . . would you like a kiss? I’ve got a friend who’s a real sick fuck, and she makes make-up . . . Wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got some black mamba spiders in my basement and I trapped them in a cage. I like to watch them climb the walls and try to escape. Makes me giddy with pleasure at the control I have over everyone I know . . . I can be what I want to be, do what I want to do. If it was up to me, the entirety of the human race would become my playthings. I’ve got venom laced inside my kiss. Lean in close, ‘cus you’re gonna taste this . . . I’ve built up a tolerance because of my twistedness, been smearing this shit on since before I can remember it. But when your lips touch mine, they’ll get a little flavor on ’em. I’m gonna show my affection while I watch you fucking die.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
My Little Victims
They are little reminders of my sweet little victims. I play with them and love them and cum as I recall the horror I caused the ones that they represent. There is the sweet little one that I dismembered. Cutting her up and then carefully reassembling her limp and lifeless body piece by piece. Carefully stapling each body part back together until she resembled my own little Frankenstein. Ahhh remembering the screams of agony as I kept her alive as long as possible strategically cutting away. Then there was the lovely little one that looked so sweet and innocent. Bashing her skull and watching her brains and blood flow out and down her pretty little dress. I regret ending her so quickly. I should have made her suffer so much more. Then there was the mouthy little wench that I call Chatty Katie. She was so cheerful and oblivious to what was about to happen. A fucking little ray of sunshine. I had to sew her little mouth shut before I started on her. The muffled screams were just what my evil heart needed after listening to her for far to long. And the cute little blonde whose eyes I gouged out with precision, causing her pain and agony. Watching her flounder around unable to see. Trying to run away and running into trees. That was a glorious afternoon of mayhem. And my favorite, my little demon son with his little bottle full of blood. The little one that I hope to have some day when my Master impregnates me with his demon seed.
I-DOLL-ATRY
Everyone has a stupid little sister with an imaginary friend. They’re always whispering to themselves and it’s fucking annoying. I was at the park the other day lighting a joint behind the police station and wouldn’t you know it–little miss sally-who from the neighborhood was there, tugging along her little American Girl doll imitation RIGHT next to my spot behind the tree. If she kept her stupid loud mouth going, I’d be busted by the cops in no time. Finger in her mouth, eyes wide and innocent, looking around unsuspectingly; it just made me angrier and angrier. I decided to teach her a lesson about pissing off Alice. Grabbing the miniature cunt in training by her hair and yanking her toward me, I smiled wolfishly and invited her inside of my car. “C’mere pretty girl,” I beckoned to her, and she tried to scream, but I stuffed my hand inside of her little mouth and broke her jaw before the bitch could utter a word. Then I took her doll and stepped on it with my heel, cracking the porcelain head like I intended to do to the doll’s owner. “We’re going to have tons of fun together,” I cackled. Then I went in for the kill.
While He Lays Sleeping
The subconscious is a wonderful play ground. It stores hopes, fears, irrationalities, then when you least expect it, it brings them up as you sleep. I remember growing up next door to a family that were overly friendly. They wouldn’t let their insanely happy future pole riders play with me, but nobody left their offspring play with me. The middle one, he would get picked on all the time. He wouldn’t talk, but he would whisper things all the time. It didn’t bother me at all, because we all know that Ruby Girl always whispered to me.
One day his Mom was drinking coffee in the kitchen with my Mom and she was telling my Mom that she was scared for him. This peaked my interest. I walked softly to the door and heard her say that he had stopped going outside because he was deathly afraid of bugs, and if he saw one he would start to scream and flail around violently. I didn’t know what flail meant, but I guessed that it was something weird and scarey.
It took me three days of being ‘nice’ to get the neighbor’s daughter, who was around my age to invite me over to play in the yard. I could see him looking at us outside. I told his sister that I had made him a card to make him feel better. I asked if she could give it to him. She ran upstairs and I saw her hand it to him. He placed it down on the window sill and walked away. That stupid bastard! I wanted to see what would happen.
A few nights later my Mom came flying into my room. She was yelling about how evil I was, and how terrible I was. I had my hand under my pillow touching Ruby Girl’s hand. I didn’t flinch, I didn’t back up, I just laid there as she told me how horrible I was. Big deal. She finally sat down on my bed and looked at me for a few seconds. She leaned in and told me that she didn’t understand me, and what I did to the neighbor boy was one of the worst things anyone could ever do. I asked her what she was talking about.
She said that the card that I made the boy wasn’t nice. I tried not to smile. She told me that he cannot sleep because now of the bugs that fell out of the card I made him and they crawled away. Now he thinks there are a ton of bugs in the walls and keeps having nightmares. I heard Ruby Girl giggle.
I often wonder about him, they moved a few weeks later. I hope he thinks of me, I hope those bugs still slither and crawl into the walls of his subconscious so that he can have sweet terrifying dreams of them as he lays sleeping.
Play Date
He told me he had a secret. He asked me if I wanted to know what it was. I told him that I do not like secrets. He said, “Then I better show you.” As we drove through the cool night I became a bit nervous. He was blaring music and not speaking. This always meant he was in one of his moods, and someone would be taken only to not survive the night. We pulled into the old factory district. I relaxed because he had mentioned earlier in the month that he was looking for a loft, so I thought he was going to show me his new place.
We got out of his car, he came around and kissed me full on the lips then said, “You are going to want to get naked, it’s easier to clean up.” I just stood there, he slapped me on the ass and yelled into the night, “Come on! Come play with the Devil!” I got undressed and followed him into the building. It smelled like rust and rot. It was comforting.
He said, “Do not take your shoes off though, shit is all over the place down there.” I thought it was kinda funny to be walking around an old factory in six inch heels and naked, I started to laugh. He opened a huge steel door and I immediately smelled piss, shit, and decomposition. It smelled sweet. He looked at me, he was almost jumping up and down, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dank darkness.
I could hear her. I stopped. He said, “Awww come on, why is this any different then anything else we have done?” He had a point, there was no difference. He yanked open the door and she ran at us. He punched her square in the face. He yelled out a “YEEHAW!” Then went in the direction he sent her flying. I followed laughing.
I have never heard someone bitch as much as she did, complain, complain, it was fucking annoying. He had me hold an old pipe up to the back of her head, he kicked it through her spinal column right at the base of her cerebellum. That sure as hell shut her up. He yelled, “Look Ma, No hands!” Then reverse skull fucked her. I could see the tip of his cock sticking out from her semi closed mouth. After he was done, I understood why he wanted me naked, this was a fucking messy play date.
Grab That Bitch!
That bitch is dead meat. This stupid fucking cunt at the town fair was pissing me the fuck off and I got her good. Rounded up ten cars full of my buddies from the state penatentrium and took the fucking slut like the whore she was. Was. Haha. That dumb little fuck toy is good and dead now. I made sure to ream that asshole with at least twenty-five cocks before I fucked her throat with a spiky stick and shoved hot coals up her pussy. That stupid fucking ho is done with. She can’t recover from that shit. Never again will she be able to run amuck and steal innocent teen’s tickets for the local fucking fair rides. I mean, I was just trying to have some fun . . . but it turned into a much wilder celebration than I thought. Ya see, there’s this funny thing called retribution. I serve it up nice and hot. Burning hot. Searing, piercing, horribly agonizing pain. What that dumb little bitch thought would be an easy pickpocket turned into a nice gangbang for me. Sadistic shit gets me off! I’ve got the power baby.
All Is Fair
I love the lights and rides, the smell of food and little faces all sticky with cotton candy and candied apples. It is a variable smorgasbord of little flesh for the taking. So many people that bodies are one against the other and getting caught up in the crowd and excitement creates just enough confusion to let me snatch cute little innocent bodies with out being noticed. Until it is to late that is. I had my eyes on two little girls. Identical twins. Long dark hair. Big oriental shaped eyes. Hoping up and down on one foot with anticipation of what was coming next. Pulling this way and that and giving the adults with them a hard time keeping up. The perfect combination for a quick abduction. Following them in the crowd was easy for me. Waiting for just the right moment was a tad harder. My hand on my cunt the whole time, imagining what they were gong to look like with their hair matted to their skulls from the blood that would be covering their little bodies. As soon as I had them in my grasp I knocked their little asses out. Tonight will be full of cunt dripping fun for me, I can’t wait to hear their screams as I torture them until they pass out from the pain.
Hunted at the Fair
I traveled a bit of distance to the county fairgrounds where I quickly blended in with my surroundings. I spent a great deal of time watching the folks walking around laughing and having a good time in general. I had to find the right one. The right one who was innocent, angelic. I saw a few good ones, but she had to be perfect for my other toy waiting bound back in the basement. My other toy had been a good bleeder and screamer, and I thought he should have the perfect wee one to help torture even if I forced his hand. Than I saw her, she was alone waiting by the restrooms, probably waiting for her others while they pissed or shit. I acted quick and with great force dragged her into the bushes behind the bathrooms where no one could see me tie her up and silence her. She felt like a rag doll as I carried her to my car parked close by.
Once we were down in the basement I gave the rag doll a kick to the stomach to wake her. It took a kick or two to get her to open her eyes, and when she realized she was bound naked, she started to cry and plead. Such a pretty youngster with tears dripping from her eyes. My adrenaline started to pump and my body reacted so wonderfully to her every cry! Her wrists were tied very tight to her ankles. I must admit to tying her a bit too tight, her extremities were already turning a bit blue. My sharp blade went through her skin like she was made of butter and her blood started flowing free.
My toy was looking at me in complete horror as I explained to him what he must do. He tried to refuse but each time he did I cut her deeper and deeper. I laughed at him because his cock liked it much more than he realized. It was growing with every scream, with every cry. I slowly slipped the sleeve over his cock. His eyes pleading with me as he saw the blades attached to it. He was going to fuck her to death. I love watching blood rush out of a virgin cunt.
Then he mounted her and forced his cock into her juicy untouched cunt, she screamed! Piercing amazingly wonderful screams! That’s when he realized the power I had given his cock and picked up the pace not being able to control himself. I know it was a lustful pleasure that he had never felt before. Faster he pumped his blade bound cock into that whore’s virgin cunt. So much blood and now cum mixed in. By the time he shot his pig fuck load her life was gone..
He was a good toy, but in the end I slit his throat. Once they taste blood dogs are no longer any good.
Caught In The Act (Almost)
Ahhh babysitting the fucking brats again. This has turned out to be a super fucking gig. I love drugging the little bastards and fucking them up. And the parents have no fucking clue how sadistic I get with these little fuckers! I went about our usual routine, feeding them their laced dinner, rubbing my cunt under the table as it gets wetter by the minute. Thinking of all the twisted shit I am going to do tonight. Just as their little heads start to bob I get up and take all their clothes off before tying them to their chairs, legs spread and ankles tied to each leg. I am on my knees and just about to take that little cock in my mouth when I hear the front door open. Fuck me what the fuck are they doing home? They aren’t due back for hours. Standing up and straightening my clothes I emerge from the kitchen to find him there looking through the credenza for something. God I hope he doesn’t go in the kitchen, good thing the little brats can’t do anything but drool at this point. He has forgotten his credit card he thinks it is in his office on his desk. Fuck he has to walk right -past the kitchen. Luckily I am able to keep his attention and keep him looking at me as we pass the doorway. Finally he has his card and is walking out the door, none the wiser. Fuck that was close as shit and as I close the door the rush of almost getting caught sends a wave of cum flowing out of my cunt and down my legs. Time to get back to business.
My Master
My Master, King of the Demons, Satan, Beelzebub has me in the palm of his hot and slimy hand. I live to please my Dark Lord. When I please him with my evil deeds, when I bring him pure and young sacrifices not yet tainted by man he rewards me with his huge red hot cock deep inside me. He fills me to the point of ripping my flesh open so that he can consume the blood he has produced. The heat of his breath on my skin brings beads of perspiration from both desire and anticipation. I know he will fill me with his demonic seed and one day I will carry his son and raise him to adore his father and to do his bidding just as I do. My cunt flows with juice that soothes his long, hard, pointy cock as he stabs me deep inside, pushing all the way into my womb.