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For His Own Good

You’re very annoyed your wife has asked me to help her out. There’s s no other way to say this, but you’re a pig! She tells me you’re constantly in HR for sexual harassment, and she can’t even invite her friends over. 

I also see the way you looking at me, and I can’t have that. Please understand, I will take a lot of joy in your pain.

You ask me to show you my tits. You laugh and ask for a little fun before you’re no longer a man. 

              Once you’re nude and on my table, I am tempted. You have a very sexy set of big balls, and a big, thick cock. I can’t reward you though for being such a pig. You try and suck one of my nipples, while I am strapping you to the table. I’m tempted to just knock you the fuck out, but you do deserve the pain for your antics. 

      I put a gag on you to keep from hearing your screams. I have neighbors you know. I tell you I’m numbing the area, but actually I’m giving you a bit of a drug to make you super hard and horny. Yes, I take my work seriously. You’re still laughing and don’t believe I will really do it. You think it’s a crazy prank from your friends. Rest assured, they’re next!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Darker Than Dark

Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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What A Huge Needle

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   I am nothing if not a helpful, community minded girl. I mean people need their vaccinations, and I love stabbing people with needles and such. What could possibly go wrong? 

I turned my artist loft into a make shift medical office. I put up signs and if anyone questions me, I will make them disappear. I really just want to have some fun. Is that too much to ask?

I am all set up, and waiting for my patients.  My first patient shows up, and I even ask him which brand of vaccination he wants. I smile and tell him what we have. Actually, what I do have is LSD, Strychnine, Viagra, and muriatic acid.  The thinks he picks the Pfizer. He actually picked the LSD. What fun this will be.

In minutes he is seeing all sort of insane sights. He is crawling on the floor barking like a dog. What The Fuck? He is trying to hump my leg. I open the door and let him run out in traffic. Ah well, he will be needing more help than I can possibly give him.

My next patient is rather hot, and well built. I give him the Viagra. Then I close the office for a few hours. What do I do now? We are finished fucking and he seems to be hanging around way too long. I explain that I made an error with this shot, and I need to try again.  What will it be?  I  am feeling the strychnine. I am still horny but it’s a need I need to take care of myself. I pull out my largest vibrator , and fuck my wet, hot cunt while he sort of screams and goes into the oddest positions as his body shuts down.

Give me a call to set up your appointment. I promise it will be fast, and very painful. 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Crown Of Thorns

    Every year women and men flock to my Easter show. It’s like nothing you could possibly imagine. A deviant mix of sex, violence, and blood. This year will be more intense than ever. People are bored and need the kind of release only Malaya can provide.

My guests begin arriving. They look elegant in their gowns and tuxedos.  Sexy girls in bunny outfits are handing out party favors. I welcome all my guest, and the lights are dim.

There is several crosses with girls strapped to them. I place a crown of thorns on each of their innocent heads. I press the crowns as blood trickles down their faces. My audience is getting excited now. I look out and see a few of the men have their cocks out.  How I have missed these shows. Several tiny party favors are walking about sucking cocks, licking pussy’s, and sitting on laps. 

The girls are crying, and begging to not be hurt. My guests are voting on who will be the sacrifice of the night. I invite a few of my guests on stage to rape the girls. The night is going better than I planned, and it is almost time.

They have picked a girl to be sacrificed. I bring my knife to her throat, I smile, and cut her throat from ear to ear. 

My main show is now over, but a few are invited to remain for the second part. Join me in my perverse Easter celebration.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Email: malayamax@aol.com

Heartless

 http://www.smittenkittens.net/Journal/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Untitled.png It’s almost that day again. What-fucking-ever.  I wonder if men will ever understand that giving me their heart means something else to me. My dark little heart loves collecting hearts, just not how you would imagine.

We go out to an amazing dinner. I tell you I want us both to be totally sober for tonight, so no booze. I need your heart pure and clean. I tease you, flirt with you, even take your hand. You pay the check, and we go to a hotel room. You are surprised I picked such a dark, old, sort of scary hotel. I explain that it’s the perfect atmosphere for our first time. At this point, you would do anything for me, and trust me you fucking will.

    The room is dimly lit, with black candles set up in a pentagram shape. You lay in the middle, and I cut off your clothes. You won’t be needing them now.

You hear rather odd music. You don’t care, you just want to touch, kiss and fuck me. You look around the room and see shadows. I hand you a little pill. I tell you it will enhance our fucking. I straddle over you in a big, shiny knife in my hand. The pill is making you see and feel things more intense. Maybe too intense for you. 

I am kissing you and biting you. As I trace the knife around your heart, you hear chanting. You think it’s the pill. Maybe I gave you some LSD.  Another form is hovering over you. You wonder if I set up a threesome with another hot ass chick. You wonder if you can even keep a hard-on. You feel something, like a sharp pain, maybe a sting of some sort. We both hold your heart in our hands. 

Happy Valentines Day Losers

   

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Goodbye Santa

          http://www.smittenkittens.net/Journal/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/b993c582269053be0df9f40bb6bca9f9.jpg      I  went and had a few drinks after my Burlesque show before my late night plans. This man in a Santa suit was really getting on my fucking nerves. I was feeling wicked and decided to make him my evening plans.

I invited him to have a few drinks with me and slipped something in it. He was feeling dizzy and walked out to the dark alley. My potion worked and soon, he was a slight 2 inches tall.  Poor wee man. I spiked him with my stiletto heel, picked him up and put him in my purse. He should have a blast with all the sharp implements in my leather purse.

Once at my loft, I let him lose on my floor. My cats were chasing him and I told him he better run fast if he wants to survive. The cameras were on and my friends were making bets on his survival. This really was fucking hysterical to watch. The terror in his tiny eyes was making me excited and my pussy needed some attention.

I couldn’t leave my little man alone as he might have gotten eaten or lost. I took my hot glue gun and glued him to the tip of my vibe. I think I heard him scream in pain from the hot glue. Once it cooled, I began to fuck myself. I came so fucking hard, that it drowned the wee man. I guess the only thing left to do was pee him out and flush him.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Email: malayamax@aol.com

Spend a Depraved Halloween With Ivy

To me, every day is Halloween. When you do something every day you become rather fucking excellent at it.  There is no angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. With me, it is pure devil. Not that anything about me is pure.

What do you get when you call me? You get a depraved, twisted, filthy, deviant, extreme session. One that you will never forget, and possibly hate yourself in the morning for your thoughts.

You arrive at my house. It’s dark, and almost looks like there is no one home. You can hear music, screams and sobbing. You wonder if you even have the right place. It sounds like no party you’ve ever attended. You’re scared, yet titillated at the same time. I invite you in, and show you to the party favors. You decline at first wanting to keep your wits about you, but then decide to live for just once.

I take you down a dark stairway to my basement. The sounds are getting much louder. We walk past some dancers, but they’re not for you. They are too old for your taste. Tastes you’ve kept hidden for so long. I take you to the toy room. The live dolls are dressed in many styles to fit your pedo desires. Some are dressed like me, some as schoolgirls, some as cheerleaders and so on. You’re interested, but in that room the girls are rather mundane.

There is another room, but it seems very quiet. You’re curious so I take you in there. You can’t believe what you see. In your wildest dreams you never thought you would or could go there, but you are. I tell you to take your pick. You are shaking, and turn around to leave. You can’t do this. You stand at the doorway. You turn around, and pick your girl. I smile, and begin to touch my dripping cunt. Nothing gets me more excited than taking someone to the dark side.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

 

When A Hot Fetish Chick Asks You Out On Halloween

                    Aren’t you the lucky little fucker.  You were asked out by a fetish chick. You can’t believe your incredible luck. You have tried for years, and I always say “fuck no”. 

You’re feeling pretty fucking proud of yourself. You buy new clothes, get a fleek haircut, and you ask my friends where you should take me. They tell you I love romantic kid friendly restaurants with no booze. My friends are so evil, and you’re so gullible. 

                     You arrive at my house with flowers and candy. Candy? You bring me candy? You’re confused because I’m not dressed to go out. You think maybe you have the wrong night. Then you get this glimmer of hope that I’m dressed for a night in with you. What did one of your friends say? They made a joke about never going out with a hot, unusual chick on Halloween because you might end up a sacrifice. You laugh, and you’re feeling pretty happy with yourself. A hot chick, lingerie and a night in. That has to mean sex. You’re now strutting around and feeling super proud. 

          We go into a dark room lite with black candles.  There’s plastic on the hardwood floor. I tell you it’s for when I do body painting. You’re intrigued when I demand you strip. You wonder if I’m going to paint you, fuck you or both. You mention that my painting supplies look dangerous. You nervously laugh. I shed my clothes. With my painting tool in my hand, I mount you.  You can’t believe this. No foreplay? Just hot, wild fucking? My eyes go wild, they’re red and glowing. You see I am holding a knife, not a painting tool. Your heart is beating so fast, you feel my hot cunt grab your cock as I cum.  The blade is sharp, cold and scary. You assume it’s a Halloween joke. I slash your throat, and bathe in your hot, deep red blood.

          If a hot fetish chick asks you out on Halloween, you can be sure you’re a blood sacrifice. Happy Murder Day. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Brianna Unhinged

     Sometimes I can get a bit carried away when it comes to my deviant sexual behavior.  When I meet a handsome new man, I really try and behave.  Of course, girls will be girls.

When I see big, fat shaved balls and a big thick cock, I just have the insatiable desire to wack it right off. Once the men get used to the idea that they can only please me with their mouths, they sort of give into the idea.

Maybe that isn’t exactly true. Once they’re restrained, they realize they have no choice. Then comes the begging and crying.  Music to my twisted little soul.

The most useful part of Halloween is that they think it is part of my act. My implements of torture just go with my costume. They’re even up for going to a dirty, trashy, abandoned building with me. It’s all fantasy till someone gets hurt bad!

  We have a few drinks together and I take you away in handcuffs. You’re getting into the spirit, and willingly go with me. I take us to a very bad part of town. We go into an old abandoned asylum. I tease you, flirt with you and soon I have you strapped to an old hospital bed. You see different tools on an old table. They’re dirty, rusted and bloody. 

You’re starting to get very scared as you realize this isn’t for fun anymore. The first cut makes you scream, the second cut makes you pass out. Aren’t you the pussy. I slap you till you’re awake and resume my castration. 

   Happy Halloween. Say goodbye to your manhood. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Email-badgirlbrianna4phone@gmail.com

Snip, Snip

    You crawl to me hoping I will forgive your absence. You mumble about how it just wasn’t your fault. Nonsense slut, it is always your fault. How could I possibly forgive your shortcomings. You have so many of them. You have watched me castrate so many males, and you were grateful I only tortured your cock and balls. I am bored and rather annoyed with you. It is time.

I make you prep yourself as I fuck a real man, something you will never be.  You are shaved, and your balls are bound tightly. You look like a little boy. Fuck, you are small. No matter, I have work to do on you. I could just leave you banded and let your balls fall of in a humane way. Not today!

You fetch my scalpel, and you put yourself in the stirrups. You beg me to get one last taste of my cum filled pussy. Secretly I know you just want want to lick the cum out of me.

You begin to shake and cry when I push the knife into your wee little thing. I can’t really call it a cock, now can I? You pray that you will pass out as not to feel all the pain. Doubtful loser. The excitement of slicing off your ball, is being drowned out by your screaming. I shove panties in your mouth and finish taking your manhood. Manhood? Now that is funny!

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Email-badgirlbrianna4phone@aol.com