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Meeting Cassandra

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I was taking a stroll at night and I heard crying and yelling down one of the alleys. Intrigued, I looked and saw about five men surrounding this one girl, Cassandra. They were kicking and beating her. One had a lead pipe in his hand, swinging it at her; another had a crop. The sounds were familiar: they were beating open flesh wounds. I waited as my eyes focused on the blonde woman who was being so ruthlessly tortured. As I got closer, I saw one of the men plunging his cock into her, saying, “You like it, you dirty cock-whore. You’re fuckin’ wet!” Another man shoved his cock in her mouth, then slapped her face as he said, “Too much teeth, cunt!” A third guy lay under her and began biting her nipples as hard as he could, laughing as she cried with cocks in her holes. The other two men were stroking their dicks; one was moving closer to the one fucking Cassandra in the cunt. “Stop that, moron,” the guy said and plunged his cock into her ass this time. The moron caught a glimpse of me and smiled; he walked closer, his cock stiffening. I pulled out my knife; and, when he was close enough, I pressed it to his throat. “Don’t get any bright ideas, ‘Moron,’” I smiled. He annoyed me so much that he wasn’t worth torturing; so, I pressed my finger as hard as possible to his throat and he lost consciousness. The men stopped and looked at me. “I want to help kill her,” I said. “No,” they shook their head. “Miss this kinda fun? Are you crazy?” I took out a whip that I usually carry and began cracking it against her open wounds. They continued fucking the helpless woman. I kicked her in the ribs and thought about slicing her pretty white neck. Maybe she wouldn’t be so lucky if she played alone with me next time!

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Think of the most disturbing and twisted evil fantasies, you know the ones you obsess about in the back of your mind every night. Those young, perfect innocent bodies that I will offer up to you for our own deviant and sadistic pleasures.

Whatever it is, no matter how dark, gory or bloody it is I am so ready to begin our torture and fuck session with this worthless little piece of shit. No amount of begging, pleading or especially crying is going to change our plans, in fact it’s only going to push me further to go harder and more wicked on her pathetic little ass.

You get the biggest kick out of how I laugh right in their tear streaked little faces and tell them every twisted detail of what she is on store for and there is no getting out of it. No Mommy isn’t going to come and rescue you, in fact sometimes I tell them their Mommies gave them to us to use because they just didn’t love or want them anymore…..sometimes that is really the truth!

Oh, I cannot wait until our next victim, I’m have that yearning and craving inside me that I can’t get rid of until we find a new innocent fresh piece of meat. Are you ready to begin?

Molested in an alley

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I know I am a natural victim. Everyone tell me to stand up for myself. Be strong. But fuck that! I don’t want to be strong. I want to be taken. I want to be held down and used like a whore! I want to have every single hole fucked and used. I need it. I sneak out of the house almost every single night. Walking to the worst part of towns. In my tiny little outfits. Waiting and hoping for something bad to happen. Last night I was out on 5th street. I was walking down a nasty piss soaked ally when I heard a can bouncing down the street! I wasn’t scared. I got excited. My pussy got so wet!  I had to force myself to keep walking slowly. Waiting for the second I felt him grab me. I knew he was there. I could feel him. Smell him.  I knew what was about to happen. Then I felt him throw me to the ground. My face pushed hard against the pavement! I felt my skirt pushed up and my panties ripped off. I was so excited. So turned on! I could smell his breath. It reeked of vomit and beer. Then he buried his cock inside me. He started telling me what a whore I am. What a nasty fucking slut. That I deserved this! And I do. I came over and over until he emptied his seed deep inside me. I laid there enjoying the feel of his cum seeping out of me. Mmmm  A perfect night.

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Hide and Seek

Taboo phone sexI can heeeeeeeeeeeeeeear you.  I can hear your breathing.  Are you scared? Are you hoping that I will give up and go away? No no little one, that is exactly what I am NOT going to do.  Was that a sob? I am almost certain it was.  I am getting warmer aren’t I?  Are you covering your mouth in an attempt to stay quiet?  Oh baby girl, I can hear the sweat drip from your forehead onto the dusty floor.  Are your eyes wide? Are you frantically moving your head back and forth trying to find a way out? I have news for you sunshine, there isn’t one.

I know I am speaking loud enough for you to hear me.  This old building, with it’s empty rooms, and decayed floors carries sound rather well.  It also makes it so you cannot tell from which direction I am moving toward you.  Makes the game more interesting.  Don’t you think so too my sweet play doll?  Didn’t you like the pretty box I let you lay in until you woke up?  I hope so, because when our game is done, you will be right back in it.

Oh my, someone took their patten leather shoes off. Didn’t they? Did me saying that make you stop dead in your tracks? I am sure it did.  Would you like to know how I know that you abandoned not only your pretty shoes but those tiny little socks with the lace around the ankles? I can see your toe prints in the grime that is on the floor.  Do you know what else I see?  I see the trail you left for me to follow. 

I’m getting closer, you know it, and I know it.  Did you piss yourself yet? Do you feel those tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise up?  Are you wanting your Mommy?  Don’t worry sweet one, I am almost to you now.  Some day your Mommy will see you again.  She will shed tears just like you are shedding tears now.   Only hers will be from sorrow, and soon…yours will be from pain.

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A New Victim

torture phonesex angieShe is a sweet young thing isn’t she? All pretty in pink with her long curly hair. Who would think she had a dark side….desires that take her over the edge and into my world. My cunt is alive and pumping the juices that are preparing me to give her all that her heart desires. She wants pain, she wants torture, she wants to live on the edge of life and death, living in a world of mind numbing pain with no control at all over her own fate. No idea what that fate will be. She will live out her desires at my hand this fine night. I have more planned for her then she could ever imagine in her tortured mind. I have prepared my rat cage, this will be her first taste of what torture can be, I will cover her face with peanut butter and then fix the cage to her head before putting my three big, beautiful and very hungry rats in it with her. They will eat the peanut butter off her face taking little chunks of flesh with it. When I am tired of hearing her crying out from the pain and her face is covered in blood. When they have feasted and their little bellies are full, I will remove this device and move on. Next I will scalp that cunt of hers and pour the whiskey I am drinking all over it, making it burn and sting with no relief. This is just the beginning, I am going to bring her to the edge of life. Slowly, methodically, enjoying every second of it! Will I go all the way and snuff her? I haven’t decided just yet. But I think it would be much better to keep her alive. Let her heal just a little bit and begin the process a new in a few days introducing her to new and more torturous means of pain. Stephanie my sweet new victim.torture phonesex stephanie

Human It’s What’s For Dinner

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They were herded like cattle, forced to bathe under high-pressure hoses, and watch as their family members perished. After the first couple of sawed, mutilated, and tortured bodies, most of the victims were more worried about themselves…than showing outward feelings about being disgusted as their spawn were executed. The large basement looked like a slaughterhouse, and it was.

It took four of us to carve out their bodies, remove intestines, and season. The fattier ones were grilled like stake and anointed with pineapples. One particularly attractive red-head was sliced up to be pepperoni for the pizza, which would surely be a hit among the munchkins that attended dinner.

We sampled everything, taking delight in our creations before sharing them with our next victims. Once they arrived and were seated, we presented the courses on white napkins and formal place settings. They were all curious about why some of their family members were not there, but they made the normal excuses (too busy, drunk, etc.). The adults and spawn thanked us for our creations.

Offering up a video from one of the family members who could not make it, we turned out the lights and dispersed. Pressing steel blades against their throats, we turned on the film. They agonized and moaned, watching their loved ones being hacked up. One woman looked down at what remained of her fillet minion and vomited; what a waste, I thought, because she had so enjoyed her aunt only minutes earlier!

We began torturing what remained of the family in our own special ways. Preferring knives, I sliced off the woman’s breasts and peeled back the flesh on her stomach. Her eyes were the last to go because I wanted her to see the bloody scene until she died. Then, it was time to prepare our meal from our newest kill. There’s just something about the taste of fear that seasons food like nothing else!

Snuff Films

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She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. Slowly she rose up by the chain attached to her feet and when she was completely upside down, I removed the cover on her head.
She looked so confused and tried to speak.. Then, to her horror, she realized her tongue was on the table. She started making this screeching noise and I laughed. I walked over to the table and flipped on the recorder. This was going to be her Oscar winning performance tonight!
Slowly I undressed and I slipped into the bathtub underneath her and grabbed my knife. Tonight was bloodbath time! Taking my weapon I slowly broke her skin. Blood started to drip, drip, drip…
Once it reached my skin, I felt something inside me awaken.  My demons came to play! More cuts, more blood, more demons. My sex was on fire! I looked into her eyes as her blood slowly ran down my legs onto my cunt, down my arms, and tits. It was all too intoxicating and I could no longer bare it!
Last cut on the throat sent her life spilling all over me  and I came so hard I almost passed out!
I looked over at the camera and knew this would be my first of many snuff films at my new place:)

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A Sadist’s Home Movie

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We wanted to make a film, one that we could enjoy…and one that we could send to our next victims; we thought it’d be the perfect cruel joke. It was all set-up.

The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved like a Halloween pumpkin.

I dug the teeth of the saw into the woman’s flesh, just enough to imprint the edges; then, I pressed down, the faintest little trickle of blood falling down her forearm and wrist. She yelped with the gag in her mouth; I always enjoy those first few cuts while they are cognizant. It only slightly burned, but she knew that was only the beginning. I patiently sawed through tissue and bone above her right knee; it wouldn’t be a fatal wound and I didn’t want it to be. The sinew and corpuscles were completely visible as the dead leg hit the floor. She wasn’t thinking about her daughter anymore; isn’t it funny how our attention can change at the drop of a pin!

I was happy that the daughter had quit screaming; I looked once more and saw my accomplice shoving his cock into the hole where her small little nipple had been. Returning my attention to my victim, I sliced off her fingers, one by one, with the hedge trimmers. Then, I completed my tasks by removing her other limbs the same as I had done her right leg. She was a stub of a person, now. I untied her and threw her on the ground near the door. I taunted her, “Run, run. This is your chance.” I laughed as she continually fell and struggled.

Finally, when she had given up, I raised her by the hair and slashed her throat, making sure that the camera caught a close-up of her face. Yes, I would watch that over and over again later. The smell of death permeated the room; my accomplice and I were pleased with ourselves. We stuffed the bodies into a garbage can that we’d leave outside of the local daycare.

Cat and Mouse

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Have you ever seen a mouse in a maze? They are actually pretty smart critters, eventually they find the cheese and than they can find it each time. But, add a cat and the fun begins.

She was running, screaming in the dark. Her adrenaline was pulsating, I could smell it. She ran off the main road and into the woods. Dumb bitch, she had no idea where she was running. She thought she could loose me in the dark of the trees, but I knew these woods better than the birds, especially in the dark. I had chased more than my fair share of prey through here, and they always, always took the same path. We ran together for a while, I always loose track of time during my nightly run. Sometimes it can feel like hours and other times only a mere second before they are breathless and bleeding.

I had her tomb ready for her at the end of the clearing, she would be resting there by morning.

Dragging my prey almost lifeless into the trunk of the car, the dock was always perfect to back the trunk into. I had put much care into the ramp that I back their tomb into, just enough so I could hear them scratch, perfect cigarette break, in my opinion.

 

Calling all Sadists

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Several guys have solicited my services who think that they are so tough but tuck their tails and run at either gore or sweetness. They mock my sugary, southern accent…but how do you think that I catch such ripe, young prey?! You are fools if you think you can come at people with a hatchet and slaughter many. No, I prefer to gather them up like a sweet flock and mutilate and torture them. You must have patience and the thirst for sadism.

People ask if I cum, and that’s stupid. Of course, I do. But it’s from sadistic torturing, blood, guts, revenge, and fucking the dead holes of some skank or mother.

I am tired of this silly little game that some people play. I want fun…relentless cruelty. And, if you cannot laugh in the face of a munchkin’s face getting clawed open by a shovel, don’t call me. If you can—and I do hope that you can—add to this, call me NOW. Let’s have some fun and let our wicked minds run rampant. Do you dare? I do…I double-dare you!