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Carla the Cunt

As a country girl, I know my guns and ammo. As a cheated girlfriend, I know how to settle things. That’s why I planned a day of target practice with my best friend, Carla. Carla really likes a bad girl. And I am a very very bad girl. And she loves watching me shoot my guns. It turns her on so much. And I have something VERY special planned for Carla today! I let her get all worked up watching me shoot my guns. I even let her hold a couple. When I saw her nipples get hard I knew it was time to play. I pulled her into my arms and started rubbing my still warm 44 against her face. And then slid it down to her hard nipples. She let out a little moan and melted against me. Carla is such a whore! I started ripping off her clothes as I used my gun to slid between her legs. The slut was getting so fucking wet for me! She dropped to the floor and spread her legs wide. And I started to use my gun as her dildo and fucking her tight little hole. I have always loved what a fucking freak and a slut Carla is. That is until I found out that Carla was FUCKING my man. That is just a NO go! She can fuck over anybody she wants but me!
When I had Carla worked up into a frenzy. I motioned for John to come in. He is the owner of the shooting range. And he helped me set this up. Carla instantly tried to get up.

She started yelling “ what the fuck are you doing in here?” I had to cut her off! I let her know “I invited him here” John walked right up and punched Carla in the face. She fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. John jumped on her and started beating the shit out of her!. That is his thing. Carla was trying to beg for help but couldn’t get any words out. Every time she opened her fucking mouth John shut it! After punching her face over and over he just had to fuck the whore. He wrapped his hands around throat and squeezed as he pounded her. She just kept pleading with her eyes for me to help.

Fuck that slut! I am helping myself.

Crisis Mode: Crack Whores

Sometimes I have to go on a little mission to collect. Dealing with people that are just asking for punishment is very disheartening. In the master bedroom of my Aunt Shelby’s apartment, I scanned the room and tsked to myself. On the floor, empty bottles lay smashed around a chipped plate with flies buzzing over a foul lump of meat. It did not look cooked. I saw a smelly, balled-up blanket with mysterious twigs and branches twisted within. It was stuffed underneath the corner desk. Something was moving inside . . . “Shelby,” I called, my voice echoing across the dimly lit room, “come out, come out, wherever you are.” My voice took on a singsong quality as I moved across the scratched hardwood floor. My combat boots only served to scuff it further, which made me smile. I found her shivering in the bathtub, a cigarette in one side of her mouth which had long since burned out. She was butt naked and huddled against the filthy tiles behind her. The hoops pierced through her erect nipples glistened against the light of the single ceiling bulb. I made soothing sounds and advanced on her sympathetically. My eyes flashed with the danger of a predatory she knew only too well. Reaching out, I pet the skin along her shoulder–right over the snake tattoo with a single cross on its back. “That won’t help you now,” I remarked. She shook and stared straight ahead, appearing unable to see me or acknowledge my presence. So I felt I had to help her. I reached down, took the cigarette from her mouth, and rubbed the butt in her face, scalding the skin and eliciting a piercing shriek of pain. “Hi Aunty Shelby, doll,” I beamed down at her bubbling skin. “So glad I got your attention . . . now you’re dead meat.”

Teenage Head

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Teen phone sex with a mortician is quite different than anything you’ve ever experienced… My wicked impulses and bloody appetite are unlike anything you’ve ever seen—and too cruel to even depict in films, which wouldn’t do the thrill justice.

I’ve been a little swamped with work lately, and that’s fine because I love my work. However, fixing bodies for their loved ones is not what enough to satiate my darkness. Sensing this, one of my friends asked me to come over; and, though I politely said “No,” he persisted. When I arrived, he had a young girl strapped to a chair, gagged with a handkerchief. He looked at me and watched as a smile spread across my cherry red lips.

I wondered how he had found someone so young, and he told me that he had put out a couple of advertisements for a babysitter, which was a perfect ruse. He had selected this one because he believed that she would appeal to me and because (he confessed) she had big tits. I rolled my eyes, but I was pleased with his selection.
We spent the entire night torturing the teen; my friend, poking large holes in her nipples and ripping the tissue off. Then I stabbed the pink tissue, watching the blood gush. He tore off her pants and panties, too; her eyes widened, thinking we were going to indulge our rape fantasies. And, we were, just not the way she thought.

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I grabbed a machete and began cutting through her neck, that tender skin. How beautiful it was to watch the grey color wash over her face as she breathed her last laborious breath! I continued to carve the head, take slivers of the brain for some soup that I planned to make. And this left my friend to her torso, which he straddled and began fucking. As he was about to cum, he placed his fingers inside the gaping hole where her head used to be; I watched his ass cheeks clinch as he came in the corpse. How silly, I thought; I much preferred not to play with my food. He began looking at the head; after I carved her up really good, I’d let him have it…I knew he wanted to put his dick in her sweet teenage mouth. After all, he had planned to do this in order to cheer me up—and it had worked!

Mr. Self Destruct

“Mr Self Destruct”

I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I speak religion’s message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I am the needle in your vein
and I control you
I am the high you can’t sustain
and I control you
I am the pusher I’m a whore
and I control you
I am the need you have for more
and I control you
I am the bullet in the gun
and I control you
I am the truth from which you run
and I control you
I am the silencing machine
and I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
 

The Chase

I bashed her stomach with the lamp next to her bed and I smiled brightly when I felt the blob I’d beaten within. I jumped on her like a wildcat–I couldn’t stop raking my nails into her eye sockets, kicking her, smacking her and ripping out her hair. She fell against the bed and took it like a good whore. Screams for help soon graduated to lowly and half-assed whimpers and raspy cries as her energy was drained away from her. Hayley bleeding from her mouth, her eye was swollen shut, and she sobbing hysterically. She’d lost control over her mouth, where teeth were now sparse, and so I took her maternity pajama top into my hands and ripped it open down the front, exposing her huge milk-brimming tits, swollen and achy and pregnant. Her nipples looked like little red buttons I just wanted to slice off to see what was inside. Begging pathetically, trying to cover her stomach with her arms. Trying to save the baby I wanted to kill for my own. I took out my pocket knife and slashed her pajama bottoms off. “Ever been fucked by a knife, you stupid cunt?” I asked her. She moaned and struggled weakly, flailing. I laughed. “I’m going to stick this blade up your cunt and fuck you real good with it. It’s about time we used that babyhole for what it’s good for.” She was too beaten and abused to resist much. I flipped her over like a nice piece of preggo ass and spread those breeding whore legs for what they were good for. “Bradley’s dead now,” I told her through my smile. “You’re a widow, and since I’m your next-of-kin, you’re my wife now.” This caused a horrible shaking to overtake her weak body, and tiny sounds of abject terror and fear escaped from her bruised lips. “I can’t hear you,” I told her chidingly. “You’re face down, ass up, like you belong.”

The Hunter

“In my mind’s eye my thoughts light fires in your cities.”
― Charles Manson

My half-brother is having a baby. Well, his slut fuck wife anyway. Wanna know a secret? Last night I closed my eyes and I dreamed about it . . . the creaky halls, warped floor boards, and silent groans of their Hollywood Hills home. As I climbed in through the kitchen window, echoing sounds ricocheted across the shadowy darkness. Passing the garbage disposal, and taking special note of where is was . . . I climbed upstairs, twisting around the banister, and opening the bedroom door, casting light from the hall across the room. While Bradley rubbed Hayley’s fat bloated preggo stomach, I leaned on my baseball bat for support. And when the lights started flickered on and off in the hall, where my hand was playing with the switches, my halfling got up to go check it out like the “good man.” I reached in my waistband, retrieved the shotgun I’d hidden down the leg of my sweatpants, and blew his fucking brains out. Cocked the piston, aimed it at his third eye, and, he didn’t have time to react with anything more than utter disbelief before I pulled the trigger. “Bye bye Bradley,” I whispered to him. His head snapped backward as it simultaneously splattered against the wall in a mass of bone, blood, brains, and dripping flesh. The sound of the gunpowder blowing back and the shell taking off his head sent shivers up and down my spine. I needed that. I was getting high. Without taking a breath or a pause, I dropped the gun where his head used to be. His body collapsed to the floor, nothing left of him except the shoulders-down. The scream from his fat breeding slut meant I charged in there with a Cheshire grin on my happy fucking face without even a pause or a breath. She was trying to get up from bed, so I whacked that bitch’s kneecaps out with the bat. CRACK! I didn’t want her getting away. She let out an ear-piercing scream. Such a worthless used-up pussy she is. Like a warbling, fluid fantasy, she fell to the floor groaning in horrible utter agony and I grabbed the slut by her hair. “Tell me what scum you are,” I seethed down at her. She obliged, begging for her baby’s life. “No,” I smirked, “I don’t think so.”

Highway 666

There’s a little place I know where the dead walk and roam . . . a place of evil that’s trapped inside the walls. Can you hear the groans? It’s sick. I want to know what’s underneath. I scratch at the antique paper coating the places I can’t go . . . slivers pierce my fingernails and rodents bite my ankles here. I want to escape. But it’s too late. Once you let it in, you have to stay inside. There’s no way out. You’re trapped here now. Look into my eyes. Do you see my soul? It’s black and aged . . . here, you should never go. I can’t stop manipulating. Every word out of my mouth is a lie belated, waiting. Waiting to sink my claws deep in you and drag you to the depths of all unholy creation. The world through a monster’s eye. There’s a cabin off the road on Highway 666. It’s a shack I go to sometimes when I’m in the mood for a little hunting and driving. Sometimes both at once–other times, I’m a patient little fuck. When it gets dark outside and the trees are swaying back and forth, I hear whispering in those hollow logs that echos through the weeping willows. The last time I was there, I could’ve sworn I saw a stupid bitch running around out there. It was about 2AM, and I decided to go see for myself. When I got out, I heard crying coming from all directions. “Come here honey,” I called out in a sweet-as-sugar voice, dripping with the kind of evil that grabs your ankles and twists around you. Squeezes the good outta you from the inside out. Takes it, destroys it, and leaves you dark and cold forever . . . I found the little twerp sitting underneath a big maple tree out in the woods around the cabin. I took her hair in my hands and looked deep into her eyes . . . She was shaking and shivering in fear–guess she didn’t like what stared back at her.

Jagged Little Pill

There’s nothing like hydrocodone ground up beneath the heel of my dirty boot. Go ahead, lean down and sniff that shit. Don’t be a pussy. Snort it up. Get that powder deep up in that nasal cavity. Smell that? Yeah baby. LOL!  You wanna get high as the fucking sky? That’s the best time to conduct a kill. Every time you take a deep breath, feel yourself riding the euphoric wave of life on its way to the end. I’m going to make you keep at it until you fucking die. That’s right you stupid asshole. I know my stash was raided last night. You left your grubby fingerprints all over the crime scene. *KICK* Right in the fucking spleen. I hope it bursts and you’re cursed with a million ways to suffer. Burn in Hell. Did I tell you to stop? No. Keep snorting. That’s right. Take it in nice and long. Haha! 🙂 Get that sniffing little nose and keep on going. No one steals Alice’s drugs. If you want to fuck with me, you’re going to have to take a whopping for it. You were snatching for my pills, so now you’re getting them. Aren’t I sweet? Yes Siree. Now keep sniffing like the little drug stealing dog you are. BITCH. My fucking drug bitch. Snort faster! Go. Go. Go. Fucking go faster. Uh oh. That can’t be right. You’ve stopped breathing . . . I leaned over, looked in your pocket, and your I.D. says Dr. Steven. Ummmm? Well, that’s weird. I guess I did a few too many pills myself last night. Looks like I got the wrong guy. Sigh. More work for me. Oh well. That was just a warm up. Think of it this way: there’s so much more time to plan my revenge fun for the real fucker outta luck 🙂 The more the merrier. Lol!

Take Your Punishment

Nothing pleases your Mistress more than seeing fresh meat like you bound and gagged and waiting for me to arrive for your torture session. You know better than to look into my eyes until I have given you that right, and you pass the first test.

Seeing you there, your arms bound above your head hanging from the ceiling, ropes around your chest and ankles get my pussy dripping wet in anticipation at what is in store for my new pet. I see your big thick cock harden and begin to throb when you see me all in black shiny latex and thigh high stiletto boots with a flogger in my hands.

I ask if you’re ready for your punishment, any you mumble yes Mistress. Mmm, very good slave. And then I proceed to whip your body all over with my intimidating leather flogger, you impress me with your strength and fortitude.

It makes me very happy and very wet when I see how hard you are trying to show your Mistress just how serious you are to show me your complete devotion and submission. I remove the ball gag and give you a deep passionate kiss and get onto my knees and ask if you would like your Mistress to tongue your throbbing hard dick that’s just dripping with sticky pre cum.

Oh and you beg and plead for me to, and I give you a little treat and slowly tongue your cock up and down and suck up all your delicious pre cum. You thank me over and over and I accept it but now the fun begins, and I proceed again. It’s going to be such a long night of extreme pleasure and pain, but I have that certain feeling about you and I can’t wait to prove myself right. Are you ready for more?

 

Kiss of Death

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.