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Oh Those Cute Little Dresses

          I can’t help but fucking laugh when I think how certain ivy5holidays drive the P-daddies a bit insane with desire. Little ones in their cute dresses and lace socks. I know you are wondering what they have on under those white tights. Maybe you will be lucky and catch a glimpse since they just never think to watch how they sit. I mean, who is watching? ROTFLMFAO.

      Maybe next year you should get a job as a mall santa, I mean there is a chance you hadn’t even thought of. Little ones sitting on your lap telling you of their greedy wishes from Santa. Don’t worry, Easter will be here before you know it and we both know how you love the sweet little Easter dresses.

    No one understands your pervy needs like I do, no one else will take you to the deviant places you need to go. Let’s face it I am the ultimate in an accomplice because I not only love what it does to us, but I love the hold I then have on you. Most of all those little bitches seriously need to be put in their place before they turn into those fucked up cheerleader types. Ah, snuff them out before that waste of space happens. Now that I have give you a little food for thought, I am off to take care of my deviant needs.

                          Goth Girl Ivy

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

After Hours With Maleficent Malaya

 

         A few of my callers will ask why I leave around midnight amal4s I am clearly an after hours girl. After playing deviant games with you fuckers I have other even more depraved plans for my night. You won’t see me getting into bed, anyone’s bed till the sun comes up.

       If you are wondering just how someone gets me into bed, they must have something I crave or need. My fuck buddies are musicians, artists, and men I can stomp on to climb the ladder going down to hell. You? I don’t know what can you do for me. Nothing? Then fuck off you are in the never will touch my beautiful body category. 

       Tonight I am off to a combination Burlesque and sex show. The main show is first then if you didn’t pay a small fortune you are gone.  Go find yourself a cheap crack head whore, if you can get it up again.  Loser!  Unless, of course, you are willing to submit to every and anything I demand. Later bitches.

                           Malayamax@aol.com

 

Annihilate Me He Begs

phone-sex-malaya-2-300x376 Some men just don’t realise who they are talking too. When someone tells me to annihilate them I suppose they assume a few smacks to their balls, kicks to their groin and we are done. The fools know so little about moi. I will tease you, toy with you, slash you, torture and have you begging for the sweet release that only comes with death.

While it was exciting having him in my fragile little hand, it still wasn’t enough. I am always wanting more, the adrenaline rush that comes with torture and the eventual twitching of their body as their heart gives out or they can’t break free of my noose. Wonder just how I finished him off? How about I take you on his path of slow sweet torture so you can see for yourself.

Maleficent Malaya

Leave Their Bodies For The Rats

How you love Summer and I fucking hate it. Heat and  sun makes one unhappy goth girl. You come over to try and  get me to go hunting with you but let’s face it you NEED me  to do it for you. You plead for a while and when all else  fails  you bring out the meth. I do a few lines and I am  beginning  to get in the mood for a hunt but it is dark and  the victims  are all home snuggled in bed.

It doesn’t take long before I have a plan. We can go to  Needle Park where some of the jinkie bitches will have the  little ones with them. I know you prefer them fresh but well  you are desperate and I need to hear cries of pain. We drive  over there and see a few victims huddled together trying  not to see what is going on around them.

You are in luck it seems as the toys are all blonde and  in tiny worn shorts. Thing is their lives suck and they would  be better off fucking dead. We carry the three off with no  one even noticing. Once we get them home we explain just  what is going to happen to them. Too fucking funny, they  are each trying to throw the other under the bus. I slap one  so hard it shuts the other two up.

Now it is playtime! I do another line and watch you tie them up and strip them down. You fuck one at a time making the others watch. Once the first blonde has “expired” you toss her on the floor since the rats in this abandoned building can smell the blood. It is kind of gross to watch, but then again I love twisted, sick things most would hurl at. This is making me hungry but I only like fresh, clean blood and they looked tainted from the start. “Goddess” you beg “I need more little fucktoys”. The sun is up and I am ready for some sleep. We leave the bodies to the rats and you take me home.

Goth Girl Ivy

Don’t Get The Wrong Idea Bitch

I know I have made it clear I am into pain, snuff and all things absofuckinglutely demented and depraved. I also love getting ink, and piercings and going out and getting wasted, dancing and whatever brings me pleasure …BUT….I do love fucking! Maybe just not with you. ROFLMFAO.

There are several kind of men and women that make my adorable, hot little twat wet and I wonder if that man is sometimes on the end of the phone. Do you look at my pictures and wonder what if you could have someone like me? Fucking doubtful dicksock.  I wonder what your wife would think if she saw you licking your laptop with your wormy dick out?

I know you imagine me riding you with my delicate hand wrapped around your throat. Do you wonder, are you scared, or do you need me to keep going till there is no life left in your worthless body.  Stop wondering and call me as the worst that can happen is I tell you to fuck off and hang up on you or the best thing will be….I don’t know that depends on our chemistry. There was this man last night….well piss off I don’t give anything away.

Maleficent Malaya

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

Bye, Bye balls

I get asked all the time to do modeling and porn. I actually had a fucker try to pay me $30.00 an hour to do a porn and he would be director, producer and stunt cock. Really? How fucking dumb would a bitch have to be to do that? Hey, but I figured he deserved a lesson for thinking I would do it. I fucking agreed and told him the condition was we went with my suggestions…okay demands really but it isn’t words we are going to mince.

I show up at the dumb fucks studio and see implements I know very well, tools of pain and torture. You really have the wrong chick you piece of shit. I see he has a bar and I tell him I would love a drink first, you know to loosen me up. He tells me to fix him one too. This is making things so much easier for me as I slip a pill into his drink.

We talk a bit about how things will go. Oh yeah sure I will be your subbie, sure you can fuck my face. LOSER! Soon he is feeling the effects of the pill and slumps against the couch. The sleep effects don’t work for long but he will be fully awake and completely immobilised soon. I thought about calling over some friends, but Usually I work alone. This way no one opens their dick trap and I get away home free.

He woke up nude with several cut marks as I cut of his clothes and played a bit with my knife. I do love sharp things. I tell him not to worry as he won’t be needing clothes ever again. Now it is time to play. Those stilettos he asked me to wear are right over his balls. I tease him a bit with my heel and then step on them.  He lets out a loud scream. PUSSY!  I look around the room at what he planned to use on my sweet little body. Oh, this is really going to hurt I tell him. He begs, I laugh he begs more and I take the hammer and smash his balls making him count it down. He misses a number, or at least I didn’t hear it through his screams. Looks like we will have to start back at one. This is going to be one hell of a video!!

Ball Busting Malaya

Your fucked

Last night a few of the sorority bitches came over asking if I could get them some of the “good stuff”. Imagine me wasting anything on them. Normally surprise visits  make me want to stick a boot heel up someone’s ass but this might be fun. I took their money and texted a couple of my guy friends. I told them to bring over some Special K as I wasn’t wasting the good stuff.

The guys came over and handed me three vials. I explained they had to put it in booze straight up and soon the were passed out on the floor. I let the guys do their thing. I get it, like fucking a dead body that doesn’t smell rotted. They helped me get them to the attic where we chained them up. Now here is where my plastic fetish comes in.

The smell of someone sweating from fear wearing a plastic raincoat is fucking hot. Okay to me all fear makes me drip juices down my pale thighs. We pulled off what was left of their designer shit just about when they were coming to. The guys helped me stand them up still in chains and I put a raincoat backwards on all 3 stupid twats. Then the tears and pleading started. Too fucking funny as we all kind of didn’t give a fucking shit. My favorite part was pulling the hood over their still out of it faces. Imagine trying to breathe with a plastic hood over your face.

The plastic was going more in their mouths and they were having a really hard time breathing. Yeah, I was getting bored about now and wanted to see a death metal band later. The had all fallen by now and I poked them with a tire iron and none were moving. Next time I need to think this out better as I wanted to hang them and watch them twitch. The guys promised to clean up if I let them stay and fuck them some more. I love my men friends.  Later Bitches.

Malicious Malaya

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