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Grab That Bitch!

That bitch is dead meat. This stupid fucking cunt at the town fair was pissing me the fuck off and I got her good. Rounded up ten cars full of my buddies from the state penatentrium and took the fucking slut like the whore she was. Was. Haha. That dumb little fuck toy is good and dead now. I made sure to ream that asshole with at least twenty-five cocks before I fucked her throat with a spiky stick and shoved hot coals up her pussy. That stupid fucking ho is done with. She can’t recover from that shit. Never again will she be able to run amuck and steal innocent teen’s tickets for the local fucking fair rides. I mean, I was just trying to have some fun . . . but it turned into a much wilder celebration than I thought. Ya see, there’s this funny thing called retribution. I serve it up nice and hot. Burning hot. Searing, piercing, horribly agonizing pain. What that dumb little bitch thought would be an easy pickpocket turned into a nice gangbang for me. Sadistic shit gets me off! I’ve got the power baby.

Creep Up On Ya

What’s lurking in those deep dark shadows . . . distorted shapes that seem to be twisting around your ankles, and clawed hands that grab, the sharp fingernails digging in deep. Nightmares come from this inherent fear of the evil that lurks beneath the surface. Do you know what else nightmares are born from? Parties after dark . . . social hour. Everyone believes that more bodies means more safety. Isn’t that the idea behind the so-called “buddy system?” Haha. I know the truth.

More bodies just means more wicked fun. More sinister persuasion. More merciless fucking. All of those scantily-clad whores and drunken rich boys. Gyrating bodies and unsuspecting prey. The great thing about already being on a boat is the fact that there is plenty of rope lying around. This comes in handy when a sick, twisted slut like myself wants to tie up a couple of hos and man whores with tight, circulation deadening sailor’s knots. I like to maim penises. Some chicks like to tie hair bows, but I’m a little different. I especially love the feeling of a firm, juicy, cum-filled ball weighing down heavily in my hand. When the party guests wander off and leave their drinks unattended, I’m looming over the bar, shaking a little bit of magic potion in there to put them fast asleep.

Cruel Intentions

I’ve got a secret. Can you keep it? Sure, I’ve got a fucking rosary around my neck. I walk by all of those spoiled girly-girls all of the time and I just smirk at them. I’m a bitter bitch, but I know what’s up. When I get myself alone, I can always count on the special white stuff I store in my necklace. You want to puff a little bit of this powder, huh? Yeah, baby, I’ve got you covered. The two of us can have a lot of fun. First, I’ll do lines of this coke off your dick while you spank my cheek with it. Then we’ll really fuck a slut up. Have you ever held a tramp down and shoved stuff up her holes? I love to get my fist and punch them up there until they’re screaming for more. “Say your prayers, little girl!” we’ll shout at that whore. Then the two of us will bang her from every orifice she has. Messing up those holes, getting them nice and full of your cum. And when we’re done and need to dispose of the mess, I’ll take my rosary out and thank God Almighty for bringing us such a fun little fucktoy! Cum with me, baby, and we’ll go as high as the sky, screwing every dumb slut we run into on the way there.

Frankly, I’m A Fucking Monster

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Everyone has a method–everyone. I don’t care if you’re a white collar professional, a bus boy at Denny’s, or a rich bitch with a trust fund stocked to the brim . . . everyone has a method. There’s just way too much stress in this world to take it like a fucking idiot. I don’t let anyone fuck with me. I’m the fucker. I’m the bitch. I’M the one who ruins and destroys people’s lives at the drop of a hat . . . and I’m the one enamored with Franklin Evan’s methods. Never heard of him? Haha. Boy, are you missing out. That stupid piece of shit is a goddamn genius.

“In the summer of 1872, 64-year-old Franklin Evans – aka the Northwood Monster – lured his adolescent grandniece, Georgianna Lovering, into the woods near her home, strangled her to death, then raped and sexually mutilated her corpse.

Following his arrest, he confessed to a string of unsolved atrocities, among them the random mutilation-murder of a physically deformed five-year-old girl he snatched from her New Hampshire home, the rape-murder of a 14-year-old schoolgirl in Maine, and the butchering of a 15-year-year-old Massachusetts girl, along with her 12-year-old brother who had witnessed the crime. He was eventually caught for his “unnamable and incredible crimes,” and “swung like a dog” in his execution.”

I get so pissing drunk, my ankles are bleeding from my heels and I don’t even fucking feel it. I’m feeling gleeful–feeling giddy. I’m going to squeeze a tramp’s throat til she ceases to breath. You wanna taste? Haha. Just you wait . . .

Give It To ‘Em

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Ever had a shoe up your cunt? Oh sorry, let me re-phrase that. Have you ever fucked a bitch with your huge ass, dirty  shoe? No. Ah, okay. Well, you’ve met the right Bitch then, because I’m about to tell you how agonizingly painful it is to get stretched like that. I know what you’re thinking . . . have I seen it? Ha. Babe, I’ve done it more then seen it. I’ve caused it. Time and time and time again. I’ve ripped open holes, destroyed them. Fucked them until they split right open at the seams. I’ve maimed pussies and screwed cervixes, I’ve completely rammed assholes until they gaped for days. And you know the best part of all of that? The screams, the fear, the begging. Always the begging. But in the last few days, I’ve wanted something more. Something harsher. Something extreme. And as you know very well at this point, I am a steely, take-no-shit kind of teen who basically takes the crown for extremes. So is it really a surprise that I got an inkling of an ache for the desire to cause pain last night? Nah. I love dishing out agony and suffering.

Sadistic Phone Sex Bianca

I decided to see for myself how true the phrase “up yours” really is. After all, everyone is always going on about kicking other people in the ass and shoving their feet where the sun don’t shine . . . well, it gave me all sorts of nasty ideas. I started trying my plan on my first victim. Using the slimiest, dirtiest shoe I could find–size 13 men’s, I tied a metal pole with spikes into the sole. Then I secured it with a rubber band, and got my bitch all nice and comfortable. After all, we’d need to spread her open nice and wide to expose those sweet holes. Nice and vulnerable, bared before my sight. I loved it. And then I rammed that shoe into her pussy so hard, she screamed through her ball gag with the power of a thousand high-pitched squeaks, a sweet symphony of shrieks–so beautiful to my ears. When I’d abused and torn her open so bad, she couldn’t even find her own voice anymore, that’s when the fun started. The pumping, fucking, screwing fun. Her face was drawn in a horrible grimace of utter and sheer suffering and agony. I couldn’t help myself from grinning ear to ear as the spikes in the shoe ripped her body apart. It’s so HOT! The blood flow was beautiful, and I love that part when their eyes get wide, just before their hearts stop pumping and they get so still . .  .

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Beg Me Not To

Evil Phone Sex Bianca

I love a good begging whore. Bondage is great. All tied up and served to me on a platter, legs spread, eyes wide with fear, and mouth gagged with some coarse rope. I love it when their tittes are nice and plump with blood. Using and abusing people as toys. Treating them like human meat. Maiming, using, abusing them in whatever way I decide to that day. I like to shove objects up their holes that should never belong there. I’ve fucked chicks with scissors, Fourth of July sparklers, scrap metal from an old flagpole, and my personal favorite–the barrel of a gun. Do you have any idea how painfully agonizing it is to shoot a bullet up a bitch’s vaginal canal? Yeah, baby. That hunk of steel goes right through the cervix, pierces their ovary, slams through their uterus, and proceeds to tear apart every internal organ it breaches before punctuating the heart and slamming up into the throat. When the esopagus is popped open and the stupid whore can no longer process air, I like to lean in close and listen to her choking on her own breath, the whole in her breathpipe causing her to sputter and gasp. Too late for anything but enjoying her last moments, now. I guess she should’ve begged harder when I first asked.

Blood Slut

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I love the sight of it. Delicious, pooling red richness as deep and vibrant as a liquid jewel. It gets me hot. It makes me wet . . . and it rushes me with the capricious adrenaline of a sick, heartless bitch. I want to grab your hair in the palm of my hand and twist those dark locks around my fingers. Tangling them, grasping them, holding your head in my hands. I want to crack open your skull against the wall and whisper at you to hush, shushing you maternally as your own blood is gurgling in the back of your throat, as you’re choking and sputtering as your life is dying, as you’re leaving this plane of existence and my clawing fingers are shoved up your pussy, violating you and watching you suffer with your dignity shattered at my feet. I suck your life, take your soul, laugh in absolute pleasure. I get high on your pain. I love to see you hurting, it fills me with such glee at your expense. That kind of abject control. That kind of power makes my heart beat faster, my veins pump harder, and my legs wild enough to wrap around a man three times over again. I love a good blood slut. I’m a pain whore . . . ‘cus I just love to cause it. I lean over you and absorb it into me like energy draining right from your soul. I’m a succubus of pain. And while you’re taking your last breath, I’ll shove the tubeless truck iron into your uterus that much deeper, laughing at your misery and filled to the brim with deadly elation. When you’re just about to expire, I whisper how your mother won’t miss you, she’s better off without you anyway. I tell you what I’m going to do when I sneak into your house and kill your cat tonight. The helpless agony of a million broken dreams and guilt as everything is lost at my fingertips. The utter and depressing hurt in your eyes. Yeah, baby. It’s my aphrodisiac.

Slut Fucking

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I had the best time messing up a whore with my boyfriend the other day. He’s always talking about kinky sex slaves. He likes to watch their eyes get wide and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me just thinking about it. Soooo many ways to hurt them, make them beg–their tears turn me on to the extreme. My pussy starts dripping imagining all the ways I can torture a hot stupid whore. I enjoy their humiliation, and their pain and suffering gets me hot. So innocent and white as snow . . . and so easily stained. Sex slaves? YEAH, they’re great. I found a nice, pretty young thing for my boyfriend after all. Knocked her unconscious with an overturned chair, and chained her up to his wall. When she woke up, I shoved her head down in a sink full of water, drowning her while my guy fucked her in the ass. Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head out right before the water boarding killed her, forcing her backward into me and biting her neck. HAHA. The slut whimpered and shrieked. We just gagged her with one of his dirty socks, secured it with a belt tied around her head! GOD, it gets me off. He fucked her ass hard and fast. No lube. He tore her open, and ripped that ass up. She was crying and begging him to stop. He kept licking her tears as I taunted her, saying terrible things that just increased her pitiful sobs. The mascara was running down her tortured face as I shoved her to her knees. “Clean his dick off with your mouth,” I ordered her. God, it makes me smile! They’re such obedient little skanks when you threaten to drop them–and a plugged in hairdryer–in a full tub of water. That bitch was RUINED at our feet. We fucked rough and wildly in front of her as she burst into sobs, scared out of her life, and ready to die. Then I felt generous and let her lick and eat his cum out of my soaked pussy as a reward. Our sex slave put in some swirling tongue action around my clit while he choked her from behind. While she gagged, I wrapped my legs around her throat and smothered her nose and mouth with my pussy. She was sputtering for breath, and it made us laugh harder! The stupid ho begged us to keep her alive, locked up and chained up in his basement, so we can use and abuse her whenever the two of us want. “Okay, slut,” he grinned. Now we’ve got our own little sex slave, just like he wanted. When we get sick of feeding her, though, we’ll probably just slit her throat.

Burn Baby Burn

Sadistic Phone Sex Bianca

I’m a growing teenage girl. I get hungry. And  . . . occasionally I’m in the mood for some protein. But I like my meat served up with a side of terrified shrieks. Oh, did I mention I eat it rare? Yeah. There’s nothing better than taking a big old bite while your meal is still fresh . . . and alive. The other day, I really fucked up the Chink whore who pissed her little panties about my internet bandwidth. Turns out, she had the nerve to report me for “taking up too much of the space” on our block. WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID CHINK. You wanna fuck with Bianca, huh? You wanna piece of her?? Well, lucky for Little Miss Geisha, I had a space for her. Right inside my intestinal track, where she could be drowned in putrid acid and gushed out like the trashy, useless shit she is. But I’m the type of gal that’s picky about her loin cuts. I wont just take any old slab of fat. So when I dragged her by the hair off her back porch, and flung her down into the fire pit, I decided to inspect the slantey-eyed twit with the bottom of my foot. And I smacked and beat that bitch with the blunt force of my heel until rich, appetizing blood was gushing out of her eyeballs and the squinty-eyed banana was bawling like a baby. More fun with feet? Yeah, you like that chink . . . . well I’m not much a chef. Never have been. But It’s amazing how cooperative a stupid slut can be after a little adjustment. I shoved her own toes down her throat until the melody of blood gurgling played as I heard her choking on it. Even better since her toenails are a little longer, and they sliced into the flesh of her esophogaus as she choked on her own severed meatcuts. To prepare her for cooking, I pinned the rice-eating Oriental down, making sure to dig the sharp meathooks into her Achilles heels, severing the tendons so the doomed fucker couldn’t run away. The retarded little twats try that sometimes. They think it’ll work. But it just makes me angrier. Good thing I’ve got a good aim. When she tried to limp away on her knees, the muscle sinewy tugging against the meathooks as she mewed like a kitten, all it took was one huge WHACK! of my baseball bat to the side of her head, and that little whore went down. I took my axe then, the one with the rusted blade coated in gasoline, and I hacked off the skank’s tits. Yummy. Such a beautiful bubbling of fat when the heat reaches the right temperature. Nothing I love more than a good appetizer. But I had to cook it right. I dropped a lit match right over the gook’s tits and they burst into flames, fire licking in a burst of pain along the gasoline leaking into her bloodstream. Not sure if if that part was gonna be edible, but uh . . .  I had to work quick, ‘cus see . . . I like to roast my catch alive. Bianca’s got high standards for her food, and fucking her prey up first? Locks in the flavor of abject suffering.

Fishing for Femur Bones

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Sometimes I like to go on a little adventure. There’s a deep, marshy bayou down by my Uncle’s house, and it’s isolated and quiet there, far into the twisted woods where no one can witness me dragging the corpses. The thud, thud, thud of the lifeless bodies being hauled over broken logs can get pretty annoying sometimes. That’s why I’m a big believer in severing their limbs before I dispose of their rotten bodies. Stripping them naked and cutting off their hair is also important. I’ve got a big black trash bag in one hand and in the other, I’m gripping the torso and head of a 50-year-old neighbor. She’ll be a great addition to my body farm. I like to keep their deteriorating bodies stacked up on the shore. Before the gators come to get them, my friend Max does. He can fuck the whole lot of them for days before they go completely bad. After all, you really only need the mouth, the ass, and the pussy. Who wants all of that extra skin and arms and legs to get tangled in? Not Max. He uses, abuses, and cums inside of those decaying holes until there’s nothing left but shedding skin and fragmented bones. I like to see the sinewy muscle after the flies have come to feast on it. The exposed muscle starts out so white and vibrant against the deep red blood. It’s so fresh and stark. But it’s quickly stained by the sin that the larvae and millworms leave behind when they breed on it . . . and inside of it. I wondered today if I sliced open the little blonde bitch that I butchered last week, whether or not I’d find beetles crawling up inside of her asshole. Probably chewing on her once succulent little anal canal that so many dicks have screwed. Now she’s just gator chow. She was a teen mother, and she and her annoyingly bratty little daughter got what was coming to them. Even though I was excited, I had to make sure to slice off her long blonde hair and peel off her shredded mini-skirt, too. Otherwise, her hair and clothes would’ve caught on the branches and thorns throughout the forest, and left congealed blood and tattered skin hanging around as evidence. After Max comes and fucks them to pieces, I’m always happy to grab their ratty remains and sink them at the bottom of the marshy bayou. I wonder how many dead bodies are waiting beside them that other sadistic teens like me have killed. Have you fuckers ever been fishing for femur bones and seen any floating pussies?