Yes, I am a nasty bitch; so don’t think that I’m out to “right wrongs” after you read this. It just happened; and, I still got the same thrill (okay, maybe more) from the blood and pain that I always do. There’s a fraternity about a mile away from me; and, on one of my nightly strolls, I saw that it was lit up and loud. That in itself was not unusual; however, I was curious at all the representations of hogs. There were plastic hogs stuck in the ground, drawn hogs on banners, and even a mascot at the door. It wasn’t until I watched who entered that I finally understood: the frat boys were bringing fat chicks back for a dance. I bet they were competing for who could snag the biggest “hog.” My malicious mind was already in overdrive.
I returned home for a couple of tools and had a few glasses of wine, enjoying myself…even laughing at my own wit. I decided to walk back to the fraternity house; after all, I knew the stupid fuckers were incapable of holding their liquor all night. This time, there were little paper scales littering the yard along with empty bottles and ribbons. I almost snickered as I entered the house, looking at the stupid boys who had presented themselves to me. Some were passed out in their own vomit; and, I thought about how they had mocked their dates for being vulnerable!
It was quite easy. I doused them with a little extra chloroform; after all, they would bleed more because they had drunk so much. Then, I took my scalpel and got to work. First, I split the delicate skin of their penises; then, I peeled it back. I chopped off their dicks, experimenting with scissors and bolt cutters. The smell of blood finally started overpowering the smell of beer and piss. After I had taken what had previously been their sausages, I hung them up over the mantle…where pictures of their dates had previously been. I lined the chucks of flesh in order from largest to smallest. I figured a few of the boys would live; and, when they saw it, they’d get a kick out of it!
The next day, I waited impatiently by my computer for news. At first, people were saying that it was a serial killer who couldn’t stomach finishing the job; then, some people blamed feminists. I don’t consider myself any kind of feminist; but, I will tell you…that shit was fun!
I watched as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the toilet, flushing it. She was fighting to breath and he was not having any of it. But when she started to pass out he pulled her up and punched her full force in the face. As the blood flew from her face, the cum gushed out of my cunt. He was just getting started. Carving his name into her flesh, shoving anything he could get his hands on into what ever part of her was close at the time. Violating her tender little body in ways she couldn’t even imagine in her darkest nightmares. Soon she wasn’t even able to scream and her eyes were glassy and distant. She had shut down. I poured a nice big pitcher of ice cold water on her to bring her back long enough for her to feel the final moments of her pitiful life. I love watching him frenzied and out of control, causing as much pain as he can.
