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Slash For Cash

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You find’em and I’ll grind’em. Ha!  Do you know there are a lot of Step Parents out there who absolutely hate their new Partner’s offspring? I shit you not my friends.  Some of those feelings go well beyond hate.  They detest them, the mere sight of them makes them want to throw up.  I would imagine Rage Step-Parenting wouldn’t be a great thing for the newly married couple.  Might dampen some of that marital bliss I would think. Luckily for those Steps the Goddess has seen fit to put someone like me onto this shit hole of a planet.

You see, I can make those little pests just go away.  Because of the nature of disposal there is always a fee involved.  I don’t care what age, what they look like, what they sound like, or anything like that.  As long as I get paid I do not care. Picking them up at their own home isn’t a problem, I’m like a Death Uber or some shit.  The Step-Parent brings them right out and puts those little fuckers right into my car.  How convenient is that? 

All I do is drive away to a nice secluded place.  Of course the little shits are always confused as fuck but that’s okay, they won’t be confused for very long.  They won’t be much of anything for very long.  Sometimes I like to play with them for awhile.  Cut them, burn them, brand them, stab at them, anything to make them scream.  Other times I have shit to do so I just slit their throats then toss them some place to rot.  

The best part of all this is when I see the news reports with the parents begging for the person who took their brat to bring them home.  The tears, the sobbing, the utter fucking lie.  Motherfuckers are god damned Sociopathic.  It makes me laugh.  All that fucking acting.  In the end though, it will just become a memory and once a year there will be some sort of vigil or some shit for the poor lost one.  I go to those damn things.  It always gives me a little thrill for the Step-Parent to see me again.  I think it makes them nervous, which it so fucking should, because I am privy to the biggest secret of their lives. 

Torture Sex Death Sentence

torture sexTorture sex death was my punishment. I committed treason and was sentenced to a new age prison where they were experimenting with new death row techniques. I thought I had more time when the warden showed up. He stripped me off my rank and clothes. I was humiliated standing before him naked and pleading for my life. I wanted a second chance, but he dragged me to the courtyard where others were waiting to watch my demise. He injected me with nanomittes designed to kill me when I had an orgasm. They are these microscopic robots that can be programmed to do just about anything, including killing a woman the moment she cums by stopping her heart in a very painful way. Honestly, when he injected me, I thought it was bullshit. Some scare tactic to humiliate and instill fear. My life was over quickly soon thereafter. I am a pain slut. No matter what they did to hurt me, I got wet. Lashes with a whip, electric shocks up my ass…just made me wetter, which caused pain in my chest. I cum easily with pain, so no matter how hard I tried to fight, I knew my snuff porn nightmare would be over soon. When the warden went straight to my pussy with this huge ass industrial looking vibrator, I knew I was dead. I struggled, tried to think of something else, but in the end, I am a dirty nasty whore. Even facing my death, I was cumming. What the fuck is wrong with me? I deserved to die.

Blood

Bloody phone sex It is Monday and it is fucking late like 4 am or some bullshit but I need to get laid. And not only do I need to get laid but I need a good beat down too. I know a few guys I can call but the one I am calling loves knife play. I am in the mood to smell and taste my own blood. My little dirty secret is I love blood especially my blood. I love the feeling of it trickling down my flesh. My cunt gets so fucking wet. Even now writing this blog I am dragging my cunt against my bed. I am going to give him a call right now I am teasing myself too much I need to fucking cum!

Snuff Sex Turns Me On

snuff sexHe asked me if I was into snuff sex. We were at a BDSM club. I was high and in a bad ass mood. The club I go to is strictly a BDSM club. No blood or bodily fluids can be exchanged, or they lose their license. Phone numbers and social media information, however, can be exchanged. When a guy asks you about snuff sex, it is code in the BDSM underworld for violent sex. It doesn’t mean you have a death wish. Its aggressive, hardcore fucking that sometimes makes you wish you were dead. When I got home that night, I looked up Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding on Facebook and Twitter. He was clearly a bad boy player, which meant the sex would be off the charts. I showed up at his place two days later for some hot sex. Apparently, our ideas about hooking up were different. When I arrived, it wasn’t a cool loft like I expected. Red flag. I should have run. It was a dilapidated old warehouse that was partially burned out. What wasn’t destroyed, looked like a drug house. Honestly, I thought he punked me. I figured he was not interested in me and he gave me bogus information. Typical guy behavior. I started to leave, when some one hit me over the head. I woke up and I was bound, gagged and surrounded by men. This was snuff porn, not hot rough sex. These men looked like wild beasts starving for my flesh. I heard his voice over a speaker. He was serving as a macabre director. He told the guys to tear me from limb to limb. At his command, like well trained dogs, they attacked. They were pulling my limbs, fucking my ass and even eating my flesh. The pain was agonizing. It was like a zombie attack.  All I could think about, was what was wrong with me? I was being dismembered, force fucked and eaten alive. Instead of being terrified, I was wet and super aroused. I am such a sick bitch.

A Mother’s Damage

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Where does it all being? With your Mother of course.  Sigmund Freud was right about a lot of things.  A Mother’s love can be a wonderful thing, but sometimes a Mother’s love can fuck you in the head so badly you turn into one of the most deviant fucks of all time.  Aren’t Mother’s great?!?! I don’t have any cuntlings of my own.  I don’t want any either, can you imagine a little me running around? Fuck no.  I mean, I guess I could teach them how to be like me, which might be fun, but all that other bullshit that goes along with it? That’s a huge Nope.

I have a friend who we all call “Sausage”.  Is it because he has a big dick? Nope. It is the opposite in fact.  He is messed up and seriously crazy. Dude has been in mental institutions for crimes before.  He can be pretty fun to hang out with once in a while.  I met Sausage at a party, he was in the corner all alone, drinking straight from a vodka bottle.  I sat down next to him, and when he turned to look at me I could tell he was way off.  He was motherfucking creepy.  I even told him that to which he replied, “You have no idea.” Then he handed me the bottle.  I got to know him and he would tell me the many fucked up things his Mother would do to him from when he was young.  He hated her.

Once in a while he would ask me if I would show him my tits.  I would, didn’t bother me in the least.  He would sometimes suck on them, but he never did anything else.  He didn’t try to dry hump me, or rub on his tiny dick, he would just suck on them and close his eyes.  Then after a few minutes we would go back to drinking and talking.

Then the day came when he went into great detail about his Mother’s death.  Turns out Sausage killed his Mother.  It wasn’t just a quick shot to the head type of deal either.  The man took his time.  She used to bite his cock and balls when he was tiny, so the first thing he did to her was to pull out her teeth.  Had her tied up and pulled out her fucking teeth, one at a time.  Do you realize how long that would take to do that, and the strength that would involve? Then he moved to her tongue, used some sort of garden snips or something like that.  He said he shoved her own tongue up her ass. He mutilated that bitch. This went on and on, until finally he couldn’t keep her alive anymore so he tossed her at the dump.  

He told me that when he was sent to the mental hospital for killing her he was happy.  For the first time in his life he was truly happy.  The only thing he didn’t touch on her body were her tits.  He said because they were too perfect to harm.  That is why he wants to see my tits some times, because mine remind him of his Mother’s.  I don’t care of course, as long as he doesn’t end up shoving my own tongue up my own ass, everything is good.

He Made It Happen

 He was just another useless grunt at the bike shop and would not stop yapping about his need for pussy and for how much pussy he had or pussy this tits that and I was over his dumb ass. I decided to pull him into the office for the ride of his life… or is it death? Nevermind all that, just know that I gave him some fucking torture sex pussy that he would never forget. I am a sadist and as I rode that cock I beat the living hell out of him. I scratched him til he bled I fucking slapped and punched him and followed that up with some near death strangulation. I didn’t want him to live and he totally had this coming. I left this fucker to die with blood everywhere as I stabbed him as I rode his cock and made sure to really have him bleed out. It was exhilarating.

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What Some Candy Little Bitch?

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So many juicy little cunts out there, so little time to fuck with them.  What is it with them and candy? How utterly stupid can you be to put yourself in danger over some fucking candy? It happens, a lot more than what you may think.  It makes for easy pickings.  The trick to it working is that you can’t look like a fucking weirdo, or creeper when offering.  Plus, you never approach, you let them come to you. I’ll give you a for instance …

I was waiting for my bus when I pulled out some hard candy.  I wasn’t thinking anything of it.  I noticed a little one with their Mother watching me.  I smiled, they smiled back.  I saw the Mom look at me and I said, “I think they want a piece of my candy.”  The Mom and I made some small talk then she let me give the little snot a piece.  Then the Mom’s phone rang, you know how people get when they are on their phones, they pay no attention. I started talking to the sticky faced shit seated next to me.  The whole time the Mom never looked back at us.  I waited for about ten minutes then I did what any self respecting twisted deviant minded woman would do.  I asked “Miss Sticky Face” if she wanted more candy.

You should of seen the look on her face.  It was pure joy, and I couldn’t wait to smash it off that tiny head of hers.  I put my hand out, she took it.  As we made our way around the corner the Mom was still on the phone, laughing.  I wondered if she would be laughing that hard when the newspapers reported finding the mangled body of her little bitch.

Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn brings me good fun money. Fun money I can spend on coke and weed. My stepson knew some guys paying top dollar for amateur porn women. I should have known that if my stepson was involved, the guys would be violent and unsavory. I think he set me up to be killed and I narrowly escaped. I went to the place he said to go. At first, they seemed like legitimate porn makers. They had film equipment and a studio. They cut me a check from a porn sounding studio. I was so high and focused on the money that I failed to notice a big read flag until I was tied up. There was no film in the camera and it was not even plugged in. By that time, I had three dicks in my holes. The were pulling my limbs too. It hurt like hell. I thought I might lose an arm. They did pull my shoulder out of the socket. The pain was awful. They treated me like a rag doll and each pulled on a limb until I was crying from the pain. I was informed that my stepson sold me to settle his drug debt. He told them they could do whatever they wanted with me. Abuse me, use me, make me a snuff porn star, it didn’t matter. They could even kill me if they wanted too. I was positive they wanted to kill me, but I convinced them to make a snuff film instead, a realistic looking one but not the real thing. I said I was worth more to them on film than dead. Money talks, even to sadists. We spent hours making a gory snuff looking movie that would make them money. I was used up and in pain, but at least I survived for another day.

Torture Sex is My Religion

torture SexTorture sex is my religion. I am a total dark pain slut. I do shit I know could get me killed. I answered a fetish modeling ad on the dark net last week. Any ad on the dark net could end up with me dead. Guys troll for dumb bimbos like me. I am not really that dumb, however. They just think no woman would really want that much pain and torture, but then they never met a woman like me. I have been a cutter all my life. I was daddy’s fuck slave and punching bag before I was even a school girl yet. I have grown up with pain. I crave it now and my threshold has only increased. That is why I am on the dark net hooking up with men for torture fun. Regular Joes can’t fathom the kind of pain I can endure. The kind of pain I want. Thursday night, I showed up at the warehouse I was told to be at. It was dilapidated and filled with cobwebs and creepy crawlies. I followed the light. There I met three men who just introduced themselves as Master 1, 2 and 3. Their faces were obscured by leather masks. I saw the torture chamber and it made my cunt wet. Knifes, blow torches, rope, clamps and piercing needles. They tied me up spread eagle to an old wooden board. They bound my tits so tightly that they immediately turned blue and purple. My pussy was juicy from the pain. They cut my flesh, gave me electric shocks and burned my hair. They wanted me to beg for mercy, not plead for more. I knew they had never seen a whore like me before. When they all started fucking me at once, my ass rape porn star side shined. I begged for all three dicks in my ass at once. They gave up. They were pussies. They could have killed me if they wanted too, but they either wussed out or didn’t want me to enjoy the pain. You won’t wuss, out will you?

Enter The Red Room

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Who here knows what a “Red Room” is? You don’t??? Where the fuck have you been??? Red Rooms are stuff of legend.  Way, down deep, within the Dark Web there lives some very sick motherfuckers;  I love them by the way; who set up Red Rooms.  Red Rooms are there so that you can indulge your sickest fantasies by telling those in the room what you wish for them to do with their prey of choice.  They will do anything!  The more deviant the better.  The poor little thing is bound, or chained, or hung up, or tied down, or what have you just so some very lovely people can make them hurt in so many wonderful ways.  Now these places are not just out there for anyone to find, you have to stumble across them, or be invited, and invites are very hard to come by.  However, once you are in the game begins.

The fear on the faces of the victims is almost palpable.  Wide eyed, begging, hyperventilating, sweating, pissing themselves, the fear is so tasty. You watch as piece by piece is destroyed until there is nothing left to play with.  Then comes the best part.  The Snuffing out of the prey’s little life.  Then, the screen goes black.

It is the most amazingly cunt wetting adventure someone could witness.  I know if you were there your cocks would be so rock fucking hard, wouldn’t they be my sweet?