
Dark fantasies are what I have; only what I have. I don’t dream of rainbows and unicorns. I dream of murder and mayhem. Bloody, gory, extremely violent thoughts consume me. When I meet new people, I am usually thinking about how to torture and snuff them. I am a loner. I have some goth friends, but I don’t form bonds like most women. I am anti social with detachment disorder. Fuck my shrink. I killed him years ago. I am who I am. Men be warned. I am a praying mantis. If we fuck, I may kill you afterwards. I have not guilt or remorse. I always feel a sense of accomplishment and pride after a kill. I have rid the world of one less cunt or one less tool, or one less brat that will grow up to be on welfare. I don’t have maternal instincts. I want to kill just about every brat I meet. That bodes well for perverts into little girls. They can fuck them and leave the killing to me. Not everyone can stomach murder, but I was born to kill. I lack remorse, empathy and I have no regard for life. I am the perfect accomplice for your rape phone sex fantasies. You force fuck the little cock tease and I will dispose of her tiny body.

I was never worth much at least that’s what my mom and dad and grandparents always told me they said I would amount to nothing more than a cheap lot lizard alley cat. My folks told me I had catch her behind the dumpster look about myself ever since I was a tiny piece of trash. My gramps would sit on my face and tell me to eat his ripe old ass clean while granny did the only decent thing possible which was to take the camcorder out and record for later entertainment over dinner. You could hear granny cheering grampa on telling him to let go in my mouth, she screamed at me saying things like, you filthy fucking skank whore, eat grandpas waste you trash bin and open your nasty mouth slut! I have learned to love how the family treats me because without the I’m nothing and I will never be worth nothing if I leave them.

People wonder how I afforded my big house and fancy cars with a job. They don’t know my secret source of income is between the thighs of my two little angels. My little girls are adorably cute with long curly black hair and big beautiful brown eyes. They look innocent but behind closed doors, they’re tiny pornstars. I’ve taught them everything I know about sex. And instead of watching cartoons my angels watch dirty porn. Both are so skilled with their tongues that they can easily tie a knot in a cherry stem. Men spend big money just for a couple of hours of fun with my girls. They pay for hours but never last more than 15 minutes. Most don’t make it past a blowjob from my girls. And if you do last longer when you see them spread their tiny thighs revealing two tiny bald cunts you’ll pop like a champagne cork.

Growing up my mommy changed men like she changed underwear. My mom was unstable and a total narcissist. It was easy to see. I couldn’t handle the constant humiliation from her. Most the guys she would bring home would end up making their way to my bed and making their hands to my pussy. I learned way too much as an ankle biter. I was intrigued and angered at the same time. The more strange men played and licked my twat the more I seemed to get ruined sexually. I was enjoying torture and at the same time I dreamed about having the tables turned one day. My senior year I got those dark fantasies out of my head. I had a boyfriend who was willing to put my mommy thru what she put me. One day after being on some x we decided to fuck with her. We brought over a ton of people from the rave we were at and let them all have their way with her. It was so hot to see. I loved getting my revenge and loved rubbing my pussy to it too.

Did I ever tell you about the time I was at an underground BDSM club and I had part of my flesh on my inner thigh cut off and eaten right in front of me? I love going to these clubs so many crazy kinky things can and do happen at these clubs. I was at a table having a drink watching people fucking all around me when an older gentleman walked up to my table and sat down without even being invited. I liked his forwardness towards me. He started chatting me up letting me know he has seen me here before and has seen me take a pretty good brutal beating before. I smiled and loved the fact that he had taken notice. I responded by telling him that I can not cream unless I have a side of pain to go with it. He was pleased by my response and invited me back to his own private room. It was set up as a mini-dungeon. All sorts of cutting devices and other taboo toys lying about. there was a stretcher bar and a post with ropes attached for all 4 limbs. As I was looking around admiring the view before me I felt a horrible wack to the back of my head. I fell to the floor grabbing my head screaming as the pain throbbed in my head. then I felt a pinch on my arm as I was being injected with morphine. He dragged my body and placed me on the post. I was aware of what was going on but too fucked up to do anything about it. He secured my body down tightly, leaned down and spit right in my face calling me a worthless whore. He got a hunting knife and placed it at my inner thigh. WIthout mercy, he sliced a big chunk of my flesh off. Inside I was screaming and cumming on the outside I was whimpering and my cunt was dripping wet. He laughed when he saw how wet I was and let me know what a good whore I was. I could smell my flesh cooking to a medium-rare. And while I was still tied to the post and fucked up on the morphine he ate my flesh like a piece of steak right in front of me. I have many more Dark fantasies like this one I would love to share with you.
