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The Head Box

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Can you imagine the fear, horror and pain she must have experienced?  Her head was in the box and there was nothing she could have done about it.  She only had 100 miles to go before she was home, but she accepted a ride from a seemingly normal person – yours truly.   She had no idea that this was going to be her last car ride ever.  After she got in I drove down an old abandoned road and held a knife to her throat.  I enclosed her head in a carpet-lined plywood box that I had built myself, specifically for the purpose of restraining and controlling my prey.

I took her back to my house and removed the box from her pretty little head and led her to the basement.  Still blindfolded, I stood her in front of you and removed all her clothes.  You wanted her tied to the table so I strapped her down tight with her arms and legs stretched so tight that her arms could pop out of the socket.  You watched as I shaved all the hair from her body exposing her pretty little pussy.  When I was done you walk over with the hardest cock you’ve ever had and thrust into her so hard that she cried out in agony.  Her screams were music to our ears, and it fueled your need to fuck her harder.

I put my hands on her throat and started squeezing as you picked up the momentum.  You thrust into her while I squeezed the life out of the little bitch.   Just as you began to cum I press down hard on her throat, and you heard all the bones crushing in her windpipe.  You can’t take the excitement and blew your load into her as she took her last gurgling pain filled breath.  The very essence of her was finally gone causing your cock to harden again, so you skull fucked her emptying your balls down her lifeless little throat.

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Super Bowl Party

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My lover and I had some prepping to do before our Super Bowl Party yesterday. We got the matching team jersey, chips, drinks, complete guest list and all that was left was our meat for our special homemade nachos. We have specific taste and only a young and tender veal would do the trick. Not too skinny or fat but just enough. We stalked our victims together for a bit until we found the prefect catch. Not one but two intoxicated bimbos, I think this may have been our easiest yet.

 

We got our potentials in the car and made our way back home. Once inside we tied the brunette up hands above her head and tossed the other one to the side, we still needed her in case our guest got hungry again. I took it upon myself to give the whore a bath. Sprayed her down, made sure she was clean and then rubbed her down with some special oil. My lover eventually joined in, I couldn’t spread both of her legs and rub her inner thighs and lips at the same time.

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I know it’s bad to play with your food but she looked so inviting. Plus I’m a strong believer in getting your money’s worth. I held her thigh as he held the other and slid in to feel her insides. He assured me we made the right choice with that sly grin he had on his face after we were finished. Then we preceded to get back to business.

For the hell of it, we let the blonde serve all of our guest. You know she kept her mouth shut, she didn’t want to end up like her friend…and aside from her ball gag she knew better.

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I think our Super Bowl Party was a success…How about yours?

Out Of The Shadows

Step out of the shadows with me and explore the dark and depraved side of the sadistic, hardcore and oh so bloody world of an expert accomplice.

I know that the very thought of those young, sweet and innocent bodies gets your cock rock hard and ready to fuck, that’s the easy part of it.

Do you think you really have what it takes to succeed at stalking, luring, abducting these delicious pieces of flesh? Well, that’s just one aspect of it, you have to possess the desire to torture and fuck with their little, worthless minds and bodies.

It has to be a hunger inside of you that you must feed, when you hear their pathetic and desperate cries out in terror and pain, does it make you take it even harder and further? Nothing will deter you from your ultimate goal and that is after taking your most twisted and evil fantasy into a satisfying reality are you able  to seal the deal?

It’s up to you just how much and what you want to get out of these trapped and caged young prey. When you grow tired of their constant begging and pleading for mercy, the final and in my opinion most satisfying part of this experience is snuffing out the pathetic, useless little worthless fucks.

Share with me just how bloody and rough you want to get, what part gets your cock throbbing twisted mind racing. I can‘t wait to discover what new and interesting ways to get the job done and seal their doomed fate.

The Torturing Artist

snuff phone sexI like to linger over my handy work.  The way a small, frail body reacts to my touch excites me.  With each and every slap, punch, slice, the skin reacts.  I love welts.  Those are my favorites.  They remind me of the brush strokes that you can see on Oil Paintings.  That is, after all what my work is, Art.  The innocent perfection beneath the scars of pain.  Pretty fucking brilliant if you ask me.  I’m not the only one who stares in fascination at a piece of flesh that swells up, who watches as bruises appear with all their beautiful coloration.  The younger the pet, the more shocking and eye catching this type of art work is.  Perhaps I should open up My own Art Studio.  Put My work on display.  Watch as VIP guests catch their first glimpse of My Masterpieces.  Of course I would have to make this an interactive Art Exhibit.  I am sure a lot of hard cocks would like to come out and experience the heaven inside the outer coating of visual Hell that I created.

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Embodiment Of Sin

Snuff Phone SexI am omnipresent, forever surrounding you with My siren’s song.  I am in the salt that collects in a tear as it run down an upturned face.  I am in the solemn words spoken as a lie upon your lips.  I am the finger on the trigger, the needle in the vein, the force behind the blade, the break in the bone, the bruise on the flesh,and the violent brutal thrust into the soft venues of the innocent.  I linger in the darkness, wrapping myself in it’s warmth, manipulating it to form those desires that you crave.

I make the illusion real.  I embrace your inner secrets, reveling in them, letting their deviant waters rush over Me.  I am the glory you feel, then the guilt that you live with.  I am the other woman who awaits your arrival, I am the jealousy that burns within your core when you find you have been wronged.  I spread My wings over all who wish to tarry under them, then I withdrawal them leaving you fully exposed.

I am the smoke that clouds your judgement, I am the nudge that pushes you over the edge, I am the ache you feel in your gut.  My tendrils wind their way around your very soul, squeezing, pulsating, crushing until you break.  I am patience personified.  I have no reason to rush, in the end you will give in, you always do.  Perhaps one more time, then I will stop, that is what you tell your already addicted self.  This is a false thought that gives permission to perform unspeakable acts of your primal whims. 

No single solitary human is out of My reach, My will is more powerful then you could ever imagine. I will give you everything you could ever want to you freely, yet the price you will pay in the end will be more than your meager attempts at absolution can afford.

This is Me, this is what I am, this is My embodiment.

 

Body Modification

Accomplice phone sexI can’t begin to tell you how irritating it is to have someone tell you what to do with your own body.  When I pierced my nipples everyone had something to say about it, but of course I don’t care what anyone thinks.  I have so many guys tell me how hot my tits are and what my nipple rings do for them.  It really turns me on to have my nipples slapped or pinched even though I’m not necessarily masochistic.  I understand the principle behind body modification, and I certainly relate to a person that has become addicted to it.  I do wonder if the act of performing the modification can become an addicting fetish as well.

I would love nothing more than to attach a permanent corset to someone’s back.  I think corsets are the sexiest piece of clothing a woman can wear, and to have one permanently attached to your back would be the sexiest thing I could possibly imagine.  I will have to experiment with how and where I want it on me, so I am going to have to hunt for a few volunteers to practice on before I commit to anything on me.  Hmmm, this is going to be fun.  I wonder where my first victim will come from.  I guess we will just have to wait and see.

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Dark and Cloudy

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There is nothing more fun and exciting to me than to be the sexiest accomplice you’ve ever experienced, but sometimes a girl is presented with a situation that she has to just deal with on her own.  There is a man that lives across the street from me, and he can’t seem to mind his own business.  Every time I turn around this cock sucking piece of shit is in my face!  I constantly hear how he will soon teach me how to me a good little girl, and how he would love to put me in my place.  Staring at my tits seems to be his favorite past time, so this morning when I walked out my door and saw him on my front porch I decided now was the time to do something about it.

I invited him in for some coffee, and he accepted.  I could tell he was a little apprehensive because I am never nice to him, but he came in and had coffee anyway.  I slipped a roofie into his coffee and it did the job!  He was passed out in a few minutes, so I took him to my basement and tied him to a table that I have setup down there.  He was now bound, gagged and unconscious, so I left and ran my errands knowing I’d be back before he woke up.

Several hours later I returned and the piece of shit was still sleeping, so I started preparing for his fun and eventful evening.  I cut all his clothes off of him and tied his balls up into a knot with fishing line, and that seemed to be what woke him up.  I wrapped his pathetic little cock around his balls and rubber banded them together.  He was struggling to get away, but when he saw the blade I pulled out of my pocket he really started to squirm.  I just finished with his loser piece of shit ass, and I’m positive he won’t bother anyone else ever again.

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Sadistic Phone Sex

Lyrics from Nine Inch Nails

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Help me, I broke apart my insides

Help me, I’ve got no soul to sell

Help me, the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole is existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Help me tear down my reason

Help me it’s your sex I can smell

Help me you’re making me perfect

Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I  wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God

Dying with a Stiff Cock, in the hands of a Psychotic Bitch…

Strangulation Phone Sex Magenta

I have been having wet dreams about strangling you, as you lay fast asleep in my bed. While you are asleep, I go into the garage and grab a long electrical chord, wrap it around your neck, tighten it, tie a slip knot (tying each end of the chord to the left and right bed posts; above your head).  You wake up with fear in your eyes. You look at me, grab your neck and gasp for air!!!!  I approach you; pretending that I do not know what happened.  I act like I am trying to set you free.  Instead, I tighten the cord.   I lie, telling you not to worry.  I tell you to wait where you are (HAHAHA).  I go into my bedroom dresser drawer and grab a long pair of scissors.  I close the blades; insert them inside of the extension chord and begin to twist (removing the slack).  I pretend that I am trying to break open the wire and  release you.   You look up at me with desperation in your eyes, gasping, coughing, wheezing.  Mucus and phlegm spew from your mouth and nose.  You sweat profusely; shivering (you already begin to smell like death).  HAHAHA-you stink!!!  I tell you not to worry.  I lie, I tell you that I will save you.  I climb on top of you and tell you to hold on-not to give up!!  With tears in your eyes, you grip your neck, ,take your last breath, and then…… you become limp. FINALLY, you are dead (with a hard cock).  My work is done here.  I suck your cock and then get on top of you (inserting your dead, but stiff cock inside of my asshole).  I rub my pussy and ride your deceased cock, until I cum all over it.  Come sleep with me.  My bed is open.

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An Open Window Invitation

I will come to them when they least expect it.  Snug, warm, in their beds.  Little heads peaking from beneath covers tucked tightly around them.  Rosie cheeked, soft lipped fuck meat puppets are what they are.  They just do not know it yet, but I do.  All it takes is one unlocked window, one unlocked door, and I consider that my invitation in.  You know, sometimes I do not even do anything.  Sometimes just the fear of something is just as good as the act.

Last summer I was in Michigan.  There was a cabin not far from the one I was staying at.  I would see the family out on the lake.  They would yell, scream, splash, they would have such a great time, like all cookie cutter douche bag families do.  They had one young girl with them, who didn’t do any of that, she would just sit on the grass and watch.  When they were outside cooking, she would sit at the picnic table and just stare out at the water.  Since I am all tactful and shit, I went over there one day and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”  The woman came rushing over and put her arms around her like I had the fucking plague or something.  She goes, “Stay away from her, her sister drown last year and she is having a hard time.” 

What…the…fuck?!? Who the hell takes someone to a place that would remind them of an event like that?…”Oh you just got out of rehab? Great! Glad you’re back, now let’s go buy some crack!”  Jesus!  Actually it made me laugh and think, ‘Why didn’t you think of that Raven.”  That bit of information was all I needed to work out in my warped little brain how to make her vacation all the more special.  I grabbed one of the other screaming things that had come out of the water to towel off and asked her what her sister’s name was.  She told me that the girl wasn’t her sister, but her cousin, like I gave a fuck, I still wanted a name, and not just that name, but the name of the floater too.

For the next three nights, I waited until everyone was asleep, climbed up to where I had seen her at night, and found; luckily for me; no locked windows.  I would climb in there, sit in this one corner, perched up on this low stool, and I would whisper her sister’s name, over and over again.  She would wake up eventually, look into the corner, and I would just lean forward a bit so she could just see the lower part of my face, and say her sister’s name again.  The chick would freak the fuck out!  She would run out of that damn bedroom so fast.  I would just go to the window, climb back out, and wait behind one of the trees.  I bet she thought she was going crazy. 

The last day I saw her,  she was crying and looking upstairs.  The adults had those worried “OMG, what are we going to do” looks on their face.  As they pulled away in their stupid car, I waved and blew them a kiss.  I always wonder if that crying girl remembers the voice in her bedroom, and the dark hooded figure with the alabaster skin, and blood red lips that whispered her dead sister’s name at the lake when she tries to sleep at night, and if she has to draw pictures of it for her Adolescent Psychiatrist.