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School is in Session

   

GOTH GIRL IVY Fall is in the air, you can smell it, can’t you? We both know what that means. You have a new hunting ground going from the beach to sitting in front of schools. Little pink bikini’s leave little to the imagination but a little Catholic School Uniform is a total different story. Isn’t it perv?  Pretty little packages for you to unwrap?

What is under those little skirts? You can see those cotton panties in your mind’s eye, and if you imagine hard enough you can smell their bald twats.  Admit it to me, tell me who you are! 

You want to please your goddess, to make me proud of you. Here is your chance. This time it will be me waiting for you to bring me a present. I am greedy tonight, I want two presents. I taught you well, and now you most show me your worth. Do it, perv!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Deviant Sex Freak Ivy

Ivy

I know in my blogs it seems like it is only the men that lust for the little baby birds, but that is so far from the truth. Why do you think I urge them, help them and talk so much about it? It is because it gets my beautiful inked cunt dripping wet as well. I get so hot, wet and excited my sticky pussy juice runs down my pale leg.

I push them to take pictures to bring to me, I promise them rewards beyond their dreams if they play my twisted games. I even *gasp* kissed one of my p-daddy partners in sin with my mouth tasting of her twat juice. I know you want me, your goth chick almost as much as you want the little ones. You think about the goth girl, the goddess you could never have.

How nasty can we get? How much can we sin? Just thinking about our last session is making me crave something. I imagine her turning blue, taking her last breath as you empty your balls in her tiny twat with my black claws around her neck choking her and piercing her skin.

Twisted Goth Bitch Ivy

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Potions, Spells, and Evil

Malaya MaxI own this little shop, it’s cute kind of quaint but it has very dark secrets in it. My great grandmother was a Shaman and often said I was possessed by a kitsune who decided to never leave my body. Well fuck, would you if you had this beautiful body for your meat suit? I don’t feel like I need an excuse for the evil I do but I do have one. ROTFLMFAO.

Many men come into my store to get a better look at my beauty and end up paying large amounts for love spells. Love spells? I mean what pathetic worms to think they can make a girl love them. Of course, I take their money gladly and do another spell.

What kind of spells you ask? If I tell you, I will have to torture and kill you which is not such a bad idea. I can make the most masculine man into a submissive slave begging to for his mouth to be pounded. Is it witchcraft, or is it just my beauty sends them into a head spin or maybe, just maybe it is something I put in the tea I serve them. You will never know, till I do it to you.  Come into my shop a man, leave as my bitch.

Maleficent  Malaya 

MalayaWritten By: Malaya Max
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Torture And Snuff Malaya’s Way To Play

     When a caller is looking for a specific fetish involving slow mal3torture and snuff, I am the one they want. I have no qualms about blood and bodily fluids and I get completely into the scenario. Perhaps,  too fucking into it I am told. I had one last night that left me for awhile, but they always come back as no one does it better than moi.

My caller was quite intelligent and clearly has a vivid imagination. Two qualities I adore in a man and if it was real or imagination I will leave you to guess, ponder and get off too. 

Five stunning women were not exactly what they professed to be in their adoration for him. He is a rich fucker, so that might say it all. He invited me over for some drinks and he told me what he needed to feel fulfilled and Karma had been served. That would be in the form of torture and snuff. I love it when our minds come together. After a few lines I was ready to play.

       The implements of  torture and slow demise we of my choosing. Thinking about my “work” and running it all back in my mind is getting me very fucking excited. You? You might think now is a good time to call and do a vanilla suck and fuck call…fucking doubtful dick weasel. You want details, but of course then I am ready to play.

Maleficent Malaya For Snuff Play

Happy Gratuitous Violence Day

So whatever tomorrow is that fucked up, made up day where people trade gifts of candy and get fatter. There is only one thing I like about a holiday with a lot of red, and that is red is the color of your blood when I slice your veins.

Men who want to please me know what I want as gifts and that is sharp, shiny things. Fuck, where was I going with this? I just got so into a rape scene, I forgot where I was heading. Ah yes, I have heard rumors that there is this man who fits everything I want. He takes girls, turns them into whores with promises of a better life and when they try to leave he threatens their family. He sounds like a fucking blast.

It gets so much better! Once he finds that special chick, she goes straight up the ladder to accomplice. Torture and snuff with a crowd of people who paid a large price watching. Sounds a little like Hostel which is one of my movies to get my hot, little snatch off with.

I was told about several of the spots he frequently visits so I find myself in a quandary when I find him. Do I make it clear I could be the best fucking accomplice he ever had or so I just seduce him, off him and take his place. Some white, a little red and screams always helps me to think. Call me and I might tell you what I decided on. Maybe I will be the one in need of an accomplice.

Match Made in Heaven

If you’re a phone sex connoisseur and enjoy looking at girls profiles you specifically look to see if they have no taboos. Most girls say they have no limits but when you call them with your fantasy she’s like umm… Well, hehe I don’t do that. What a waste of time, right?

I do it all and I love it all! I am a slut in my personal life and on the phone. I think sluts are more carefree and open and when you truly are one like me, it really makes a twisted fuck fantasy come to life. I love when your fantasy takes a turn to the dark side, my pussy gets wetter and I find myself getting off with whatever objects I can find to fuck my horny, dirty holes.

Are you ready to meet your match? Someone who will actually get off on Scat, Snuff, Kidnapping, Castration, Farm Fun and of course my favorite, Blasphemy. Let me show you what No Taboo really means.

Heaven 866.949.9734

Now I Own You

Most men need an accomplice when it comes to unspeakable deeds they can’t do alone.  Here is the thing, once I am involved how long till another finds out. My fucking mom always said that once another person is involved, how can it be a secret.  I hate to admit it but the old bitch is right. I tend to get a little mouthy when I drink and do the drugs of my choice, and I do that a fucking LOT!

You need help, I love money so it works out perfect for me. Just remember, I know everything you did and I keep the proof safe for when I want something.  You look at me and quietly say I helped so I am just as liable. How will you prove it perv? I can lie my way out of any situation, so you are fucked.

You say you want out? Judging from the ruined Littles on the floor it is a tad too late. It was too late the moment you told me of your addiction.  My favorite line in Hell raiser certainly applies to this situation…”Oh, no tears please. It is a waste of good suffering”

You called? I came. Evil Goth Girl Ivy

Ho Ho Ho You Big Fat Fuck

Christmas, whatever. I guess it keeps the annoying brats and mind numbing housewives off the streets. The stores are packed and the big, fat fucks are getting tired and most annoyed with nose running, greedy spawns sitting on their laps. I wonder what goes through their minds when they have a cute tiny ass sitting on them asking for gifts. Too fucking funny. I am waiting for the stores to close and the Santa’s to hit the bars. I can’t say I blame them after the day they had holding back that urge.

I quietly slink into a booth slamming down shots and waiting.  A man still in his stupid red suit approaches me. What comes out of his mouth is just too typical to repeat and I don’t do typical. I let him buy me a few drinks as he gets blasted. I help him out and to my car. I guess even jolly old fat fucks need sex. We get to my house and I help him down the stairs. Yes, I pushed him but help is help so be grateful I say.

When he comes to, he is stripped down and tied spread eagle on an old stained mattress. This is always one of my favorite parts when my prey becomes fully lucid. They are terrified. They might act like it is okay and that I will be sensually having my way but I can smell fear, and I thrive on it.  Then as I tease him with a knife and I tell him a little story about my mother’s dead boyfriend and our first Christmas together. Ah, he is now shaking, begging, crying and telling me he would never do such a thing. Sure, what the fuck ever. I am blood thirsty even more than normal. I guess it is those ugly red suits or maybe just maybe I just like playing with my knife.

Did I castrate him? Of course, I fucking did and then I gave him a choice. He could bleed out or I could take a hot curling iron and close the wound. He is screaming to loud to answer and I see his eyes begin to roll back in his HO HO HO fat ass face. Bu bye Santa!

Evilest of holidays to all. Snuff Queen Malaya

Little Dead Thing

I get so many deviant requests and for a price I will do it all. A male friend of mine had gone as far as he ever thought he would by almost choking the life out of one of his party favors. That just left him wanting more, and when he wants more I get more. It is a win fucking win situation.

I admit, I teased and pried and got it out of him after a few lines. He didn’t want her to die while fucking her, he wanted her already cold, dead and turning blue. We agreed on a price as I would need someone to procure her for me. The deal was fair as this was one of those I planned on selling the dvd’s to snuff fans. Well fucking technically she was already rat bait.

He met me at one of the locations we shift to and from and there was his victim. Can it really be a victim if she is already dead? I admit, how she died is another story for another time. His cock sprung up the minute he saw her and her bluish skin. There was no wasting time for him, no playing, looking or inspecting. I guess he wasn’t ready YET for the smell of a rotting corpse. I had to calm him down and give him another line as people weren’t going to pay big money for a 2 minute fuck clip of a dead girl.

When he took his first plunge it was deep and fast, his face had the look of a maniac. Quite sexy, if you like maniacs.  My crew was getting worked up more than normal and a needle to each of their mainlines did the trick. Soon we were done and the clean up crew did whatever the fuck it is they do. I do adore my twisted friends.

Blood Moon Rising

Blood moons in history have always been a big omen for huge changes about to come. When most men see me like this they have such depraved thoughts of the things they would love to do to me. Their big hands pinching my nipples and biting and slapping my pale flesh. They want to use their fingers and cock to push into all my tight silky wet orifices. They want to hold my head pumping my mouth making me gag. Perhaps they would invite friends over to gang bang a goth chick.

Not you though. All you can think of is untying your Goddess so she can be your accomplice  in doing things you don’t dare do on your own. Untie my beautiful pale body and show me your loyalty. Good things come to loyal men who know seeing me like this is a trick. Only a fool would think I could ever be a sub. Your aren’t a fool are you? You know it is I that takes you to the sick and twisted places you crave.

I know what you are, and I know about your perverted longings for little blonde fuck toys. It is I who knows just what age you crave. I am waiting, but not for very long. Soon I will be let free by another sick fuck who knows only I can help him go where his has no choice.

Goddess of Change, Ivy