Ahhhh. The Soccer Mom. The topic of many of conversation. I fucking HATE Soccer Moms. They for the most part are just slaves to their families. To me slaves are to be abused, used, and then tossed aside when they are done being useful. However, they can be used for other things. Things that the common person would never think of using them for.
Take for instance Leslie. Leslie used to live very close to me, her and her three little demons. I would see her loading them up into their minivan, yelling for them to hurry up, her looking like she had been tortured by a make up artist on crack. She was just a fucking mess. To top it all of, she was just a bitch. She thought her little vagina bullets were the best things on earth. The fuck they were. Three tiny little bitches in training to be just like their Mother.
You know about my friend. I have mentioned him so many times in my blogs before. He was over when he heard Leslie screaming for her bitches to get in the damn van, they were late! He started to laugh and told me he had an idea. He stayed at my place until Leslie got home, as soon as she pulled up, he hauled ass over to her driveway. I had no clue what the hell he was doing. I saw him point at me in the window and Leslie waved at me. Her idiot botched abortions started to run toward my place. My friend was walking behind them with Leslie.
I opened the door and gave him a WTF look, he winked at me. I just shrugged, as soon as the door shut he picked up the poker from my fire place and cracked Leslie across that back of the head with it. The bitches started to wail. He walked over to them and smacked them all across the face, they shut up pretty damn quick. He looked at me and told me to help him. We hauled the baby maker up the stairs, stripped her, tied her up, gagged her, then tied the wee bitches together and tethered them to the radiator.
Once the Soccer Mom woke up, it was torture time. Have you ever smelled burnt flesh? The way his dick jumped when he held that knife blade against her skin right after he held the blow torch to it was amazing to watch. When he was done there was no more Leslie, and her bitch babies were full of his cum, and full of his knife blade wounds.
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