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“I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”- Winston Churchill


So you’ve stumbled upon my autobiography huh oh well bugger on you fucking wanker. Feel the smooth coarse leather bound cover of my story excellent texture don’t you think? I thought so myself so you’ve happened upon my book but the question I ask is where did you find it? A bookstore? Shitty yard sale? A dusty attic stuffed into a box? Doesn’t matter after all it’s just a book and books can’t hurt you but I tell you this reader this book will. Since you picked this book up I forgot to mention that I put a spell on it so that whoever opened it up would be bound to it so I’m taking a wild guess that you’re left-handed and as you hold my book you can feel the leather turn inferno blazing as you try to pry the book off your hand but cry out in sheer dire agony as you watch your hand merge with the leather binding and once it finishes the transformation leaving the needle hot and cold feeling surging up and down your left arm, droplets of blood seeping onto your lap and tears run from your eyes.

There we go that wasn’t SO bad now was it? You ready here we go.




I guess if you want to truly know my original roots and I’m not talking about my wonderful Clan Malum Asperitas nor my body count over the centuries no you silly bastard I’m talking about where it all begin for me and my life as a killer. So we shall travel back to the year 1615 when I was only 13 and disgustingly innocent god I fucking hate that word.

Scotland, 1615


There I am clad in a silver and black plaid kilt, white cotton short sleeve shirt playing with two cats and grabbing both of them by the tail I tied them together and spinning them like a lasso I tossed them out the window giggling as my mother caught me and pa seized me and beat me until my ass was bruised, blistered, bleeding and bright red. I cried until no more tears would come from my sockets. As I sat in my room until the candles were blown out by my parents I snuck out to the O’Halloran barn which was only five minutes away by foot and crawling through the little doorway I stood up and walked over to where Maggie O’Halloran sat on the stack of hay bails dressed in her white nightie beaming as she saw me I made my way over to her despite the pain in my ass we hugged and she was quite the sight to behold. Frizzy blonde curls, breathtaking green eyes, pursed thin lips, high cheek bones, medium sized nose, cute ears, straight bright teeth, some dimples, strong chin, small figure and stood about 5'5.
“Thaxter I heard what you did today” she spoke in her smooth infectious joyous voice.
“Aye” I said holding my head high beaming with pride then wincing as my marks flared up.
“Lemme see I brought some ointment for your marks” Maggie said patting the hay bails for me to lie down which I did hesitantly wincing as my body cried out in pain but no tears would come free for me.
“Oh my yer pa went too far this time” she spoke gently applying the medicine to my ass I flinched everytime she touched but some after the third application I relaxed then submitted to her soft gentle velvet like hands my eyes shot open as I felt her blow on the medicinal application gentle cool breathes on my ass I eased into a relaxed state until I heard her voice in my right ear.
“Lemme have your kilt Thaxter”
“Why?”
“Because the ointment can’t touch your kilt or you won’t heal properly” she said as I slowly stood up letting her untie my kilt leaving me half nude before her.
Back then I was only but seven inches long and had never experienced any form of sexual contact much less showed any part of me to any girl within our village.
“Don’t be ashamed Thaxter its only me and you in here” she smiled brightly glancing at clasped hands over my half limp member.
“No show me yer titties first” I smirked in my half deep voice.
“Fine then I will” and she did unbuttoning her nightie and exposed her cat’s head sized bare breasts and tiny nipples smiling up at me gliding her right hand up my left thigh then slowly underneath my hands but I did not relinquish my hold until I felt her thumb brush over the tip of my uncircumsized firemen’s helmet and I sighed shoulders heaving up then down.
“Like that do ya? Then you’ll like this” and she lifted my cock to her lips and kissed the head softly sucking just the same causing my member to twitch under her manipulating hand and mouth but I’ll stop there because I don’t want you popping any unnecessary boner from my own sexual escapades.


So after discovering my first sexual experience, we made it a habit every couple days to sneak off and let her suck my dick while she taught me what she knew from seeing her mother perform the same actions on another man since her daddy had died two years ago. Life was good for me I still tortured helpless animals, got my shaft polished, got my ass beaten harder, and then he came into our village.
He was Alastair Greenwich, an Englishman with a tall lanky build, short cropped black hair, long skeletal fingers, and was dressed in black and brown. Brown bowler hat perched on his skull, black tie wrung his neck tight, satin brown dress shirt assaulted his lanky form, light brown vest with gold chain slave bitten to the Avalon Classic II Series Pocket Watch with chain I remember the watch vividly for it had Roman numerals because for every number he would......well you’ll see, and black slacks clasped themselves to his long corn stalk like legs while a silver cross belt buckle fastened his waist tight and black shiny dress boots adorned his feet.

It was a balmy Tuesday night when he came to our village, the torches blazed brightly while the sun set slowly in the distance I heard screams as I saw him approach with five others that had assailed people of my village either by ripping their throats out or by drinking from their necks. My mind was reeling with this newfound sense of horrific fear by the visuals I was bearing witness to. Blood spraying across the side of the barn, blood curdling screams, horses neighing in assaulted fright, chickens clucking in confusion, dogs barking and yelping as they were kicked out of the way, cats yowling as they scattered for cover.
And where was I do you ask? Staring up into the man’s eyes which glowed red under his bowler hat as he scooped me up snugly holding me underneath his right arm I was so dazed and confused but then my body acted on it’s own accord and pounded teenage fists into the man’s body kicking and screaming as I was taken away. I cried out for my ma and pa and saw them running for me and my eyes widened in utter speechless horror as I saw one of the five people chop my father’s head off and I watched as his head tumbled backwards accompanied by a jet stream of blood as his body fell to its knees then collapsed onto the moist dew soaked earth.
“LET ME GO NOW! YOU DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU” I yelled fighting my way to get free.
He brought me up to face him holding me by the shoulders, eyes menacing red now he spoke in a tone just like Cad Bane’s.
“You’re mine now boy so you better get used to it oh the places I’m gonna take you you little fucking RUNT!” and with that darkness pure as onyx jewels took me courtesy of a vicious headbutt.



The next time I awoke my head was pounding from the headbutt I received and my body was still waking up. I was in a room where the only light was coming from the ceiling above me so it was morning but what day was it? Then I remembered how I got here and began crying and looking around I saw a door with three bars near the top of it and running towards it I fell on my face and cried more as I felt a firmness at my wrists and saw that they had been bound tightly.
Regaining my balance I made for the door and banged on it until someone came and that someone was him. I ran away from the door as he opened it and slammed it shut with a metallic thud, panting I headed for the light of the area I was in and he tackled me down forcing his hand down my pants and playing with my pecker. My body betrayed me as it stirred under his touch no this isn’t right I shouldn’t like this feeling so I tried to escape his grasp but his only bent me over and yanking my pants down he spread my young ass cheeks apart and spit on my asshole chuckling I heard him unbuckling his pants and felt his pecker touch my butt and my mind’s eye had become blinded and shattered as he forced his shaft into my asshole hard raping me.
I felt wetness trickling from my ass I figured I had shit on his dick so I held some satisfaction on that and looking between my legs and then at the floor I saw red knowing it was blood.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as he laughed spanking me and thrusting more while he stroked my pecker my body betraying me left and right as I became fully erect nearing ejaculation and he was nearing it too I could feel it. His shaft had hardened quickly as he violated me over and over.
“Yes yes YES I love it when you bleed like a fresh virgin milkmaid!” he grunted forcing his shaft all the way in I actually heard my flesh rip lightly as he impaled me with his shaft.
Then came the ejaculation from his it was hot and squishy in my ass I felt it leak out of me then he withdrew and wheeling me around he forced me to suck his cock off.
“NO!”
“YES!” he growled jamming his cock down my throat which made me gag then throw up on his cock and balls so withdrawing he chuckled darkly and forced it back into my mouth and tasted my vomit mixed with his warm cum as well as my own, my asshole, and the pubic hair he had. I vomited more while he force fed me his cock. When it was all said and done I had been covered in vomit, cum, bleeding from my asshole, sweat, tears, and humiliation at the cost of my body’s betrayal.

Over the next couple months I was taken to various locations and put into the sex trade. Fat Dutchmen would double team me while I was forced to masturbate for them while they fucked my mouth and ass. In Thailand I was left there for about two months polluted with opium, alcohol, & whoring myself to stay alive. I stood in line with Japanese, Chinese, & Korean boys and girls all under the age of 13 picked and auctioned off for older men and women’s appetites. I was slave to a Chinaman who enjoyed binding me tightly and whipping me with a cat of ninetails which had been adorned with a claw, spike, ball bearing, serrated blade, smooth blade, leather strap, claw hammer head, chain link, & barbed wire sized pen. Every one of those tore my flesh apart and if I didn’t deepthroat I’d get whipped harder while I was forced to masturbate and fuck a bamboo stick.

But that wasn’t the worst part of being a sex slave to overgrown, hairy, horny men the worst came when one night I was forced into a threesome which to my horror and the fragile Chinese boy that I had met only four weeks previous wasn’t what we expected it to be. It was a threesome allright but with a dog. The room we were in was a sweat lodge only the lodge itself had been emptied out and turned into a miniature theater room for all the perverts to come in and watch us in this new depraved act of sexuality.
Both our rags which past for clothing were torn away leaving us stark naked I was forced to fuck the dog’s ass because my current owner held up the paper and tapped the question mark chuckling darkly. Now I have tortured animals but never had sex with them this was a new low for me to stoop to. I didn’t like doing it but I had no choice between the dog’s yelps, people cheering, my groans, and the boy’s barfing I’d had enough so I pulled out groaning as I blew my load which in turn sent the poor Chinese boy reeling and he made a mad dash to get away but was scooped up and had his neck snapped dying instantly. The crowd jeered, cheered, and booed but what left them speechless was when I grabbed the boy’s still warm body and raped his asshole while jerking him off even my current owner looked on in horror as I laughed whooping and hollering in sheer mind breaking delight. Setting my eyes upon the dog I grabbed him up and with my last measure of mercy I snapped his neck putting him out of his misery for no animal should have to live with that kind of shame. But like I said that wasn’t the worst of this exhibition the worst was when I finished as I came I groaned in pain as my ass burbled I also shit myself and a rat squealed falling out of my ass because my owner decided to shove it up my ass before I joined in this depraved act. So yes I earned the title of being a motherfucking monster.



I was pimped out for over two years and when I turned 15 I had become hardened to all the sexual assaults and rapes I endured and returned a hardened young man who was sexually confused when the carriage stopped in London, England.
“We’ve arrived Master Thaxter” the driver said to me opening the carriage door for me.
“Fantastic” I spoke sliding out of the carriage gingerly as my body was still healing from the last beating I endured.
I entered the church feeling wary, tired, and anxious as I was greeted and escorted by a femme redhead wearing warrior’s armor worn and tan in color. Her nose was normal, eyes sharp as a fox in the desert heat diamond blue in color, mouth accustomed with full lips, average cheek bones, smooth straight face. Her body was semi wide but built like a manly brute. Tall and large breasted she looked as though she might knock you out or cut you down without dropping a bead of sweat.
She was called Taylur and guiding me upstairs she stood me before Alastair Greenwich who grinned brightly and that grin sent shivers down my spine and billowed back up in cool bubbles.
“Ah my boy is home tell me how was your trip?”
“I hated it and I hate you asshole” I said spitting in his face.
He chuckled wiping my spit off and shrugged speaking as he adjusted his suit and top hat.
“I have a treat for you I’ve decided that you’ve earned yourself some freedom so I’ve talked with the rest of them and Taylur has agreed to do whatever you want her to do except for kill me that is” Greenwich taunted brushing a long finger down the curve of her left cheek.
I was lead into a bedroom where Taylur began unstrapping her armor letting it drop to the floor with a light thud followed by her clothes leaving her in black fishnets. I had to admit seeing her in the nude was appealing but my body didn’t respond the way it used to like it would when Maggie sucked me off because now I felt my dick awaken slightly but just barely though I was too worn out and used up from all the slavery I went through. I just couldn’t get into it after all I had never seen a woman below the skirt ever and this being my first time with a woman I froze sexually unsure of what to do.

But she did. Taylur rubbed herself moaning softly then splashing to her knees unbuckling my trousers freeing my limp meat she partook in feasting upon it till it was well done. My mind was reeling with this new sensation of eroticism not knowing how to respond properly so I pushed her off and sat on the edge of the bed head in my hands, angry hot tears flowing I just didn’t know how to function.
“It’s okay Thaxter I only want your virginity just breathe and look into my eyes” she soothed climbing into bed behind me laying me down and straddling me.
Her body was heavy to my lanky figure but she moved with such sweet grace and as I gazed into her eyes longingly I actually found peace while my mind was reeling with ‘No this isn’t right make her stop’ and my body relaxed and fully aroused said ‘Let’s try this out now that does feel good almost normal doesn’t it?’




And my body was right I didn’t feel ashamed not entirely anyway but when I felt the moist warm pocket known as fresh cunt, oblivion overruled my biological jurisdiction. All I saw was white pure white despite all the shit I had been put through this had been my ultimate escape strangely enough I didn’t understand why it was all I knew was that I never wanted to give it up.
“Taylur what is this real sex?”
“Yes dear boy this is sex the real thing not what you’ve endured over the past two years” and oblivion overtook me again as my body quaked with chills of newly discovered feelings and sensations. Following the wave of oblivion I uttered the words that I knew were wrong but it felt so right.
“I love you”
“Love is for losers” she spoke breathing hard on my neck then without warning, Taylur bit into my neck and sucked my blood from me at the same time my body spasmed causing me to turgidly cum within her and her cumming along with me I rode the waves of pain, shock, & awe out into the silver sun rising high.
I felt weak and drained from all of it but as I was lugged into the light of the silver sun, Taylur, Alastair, and 2 others held a Roman cross in each hand and placing them on my back in the cross formation I howled in bitter agony as I heard the flesh sizzle and cook.


I was one of them a freak.

I was a monster’s plaything.

I was their bloodhound.

I became someone’s whore and bitch just when I thought I was free they brought me in deeper.

I was a vampire.

Doomed to live life drinking blood and roaming under the silver sun.





Over the next 45 years I was taught and trained to hunt as a vampire would. Learning to use the shadows to be stealthy and covert. Feeding when only I had to feed but I hardly listened to that rule. Shown that I shouldn’t piss on another vampires turf, but I did that too cause I really didn’t give a fuck. I made a promise to myself that one day I would avenge all done to me but for now let’s go back to before he shipped me off to become a sexually confused man. Before I lost my virginity and my mind reeled with unnatural selection. Do you remember what I said about the pocket watch? Well this is the night before I had been shipped off to be devoured by loads of sperm, piss, shit, sweat, blood, tears, & unbearable pain filled torture.

“Boy I want you take this paper with you and show it to your new masters over there understand me?”
“Why are you doing this to me?!?!!” I cried only to be backhanded viciously feeling the hot stinging pain of his claw like hand.
“Now let’s review the paper I’ve given to you” he smiled wickedly seizing the paper and unfolding it to show the face of his pocket watch with the full 12 hour setup written upon it.
Each hour had a small picture sketched to it with an arrow pointing to the picture:

1- cock
2-whips
3-tongue licking cock
4- yellow streams
5- two cocks
6- two cocks one butt
7- read “spotlight sex show” rotten bastard wanted others to watch me get fucked
8- a body chained up with brown balls marking the body
9- fire and knife
10- animals
11- weapons and strap-ons
12- was designated with a question mark


“But master when do I get to sleep? I’ll need energy to keep up with your schedule”
“If you can prove yourself for 6 months then maybe I’ll consider letting you have sleep till then no sleep if I find out you’ve had so much as a wink I’ll kill you understand?”


So I stand before you at 53 years old but looking only 33 thanks to the vampiric cocktail running through my veins I was sitting on top of the church against the base of it’s steeple right leg bent, left leg laying long in the summer evening night of 1655. On this night I was witness to the beginnings of the Holy War against my kind I had to say that I was glad because now I would be free of that bastard and his turmoil scribed deep within my flesh. At first I paid the warriors no mind for I figured it was a fad that would die out soon enough. My eyes found solid purchase as I looked down at the small band of five warriors dressed in silver armor with white cloth bearing a red Roman cross I liked the decor they chose for it would painted in crimson by the time their crusade was over. What sent my mind into sheer blankness was the head they tossed at the feet of Alastair’s boots, it was Taylur’s head her face a mask of surprised death. Poor cunt she got what she deserved.

“You think that by killing one of our own that you can scare us?” Alastair said through gritted teeth fangs half bared.
“You’ve been warned foul creature your kind is not tolerated by the church! YAH!” the warrior said kicking his horse and the rest of his band rode off out of the town square of Central London.
I jumped down and landed beside the black man with red short hair semi big body called Thorn by Greenwich I chuckled softly.
“The hell you laughing at pale faced bastard?” Thorn said in his deep Irish voice wheeling on me.
“Nothing much only that with Taylur gone its only a matter of time till we’re all dead and gone” I said matter of factly then Alastair grabbed me by the throat hoisting me up into the air looking up at me growling as he spoke.
“You little son of a bitch if you betray us I’ll rip your fucking heart out myself . I’ll be goddamned if you try to have us wiped out by a bunch of holy knights” then he dropped me and I coughed.
“I’m not gonna sell you out to a band of warriors”
“They ain’t just warriors boyo them’s the Knights Templar” a greasy blonde haired European man of average build named Crispin looked at me as I stood back up brushing my clothes off as he stroked his short black beard while shaking his right index finger at me.
“Like I’m supposed to give a shite?” I shrugged.
“You’d better mark my word boy you sell us out—“ Greenwich repeated but I stopped his broken record routine by grabbing his shirt and pulling face to face with me my eyes now cyan wolf in color I threatened him.
“YOU LISTEN TO ME OLD MAN I’LL DO AS I PLEASE AND WHEN THIS HOLY WAR IS OVER I PROMISE YOU IF YOU’RE STILL ALIVE I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU MYSELF AND YOU WILL SUFFER MORE THAN I DID!” and with that having been said I picked up what was left of Taylur and hurled it at the steps of the church watching the blood and brains spray slightly before disappearing into the night.




Decades passed before I gave a shit about the Holy War against vampires. Course by this time I was in Northern England by then having torn the umbilical cord that had been my slave circuit to Alastair’s womb and made my own life albeit shitty as it was and in that shitty timeframe I learned a many thing about the Knights Templar while I made my trek across the world exploring the vast regions discovered and undiscovered maiming and plundering when I felt like it sometimes raping especially in the American region now that was funny. I had been charged with “despicable acts” against men and women children didn’t come into play till later in life.
I loved killing but it was always regular people never any high profile people but that all changed.



Northern England, 1715


I was but a young vampire then when our kind was called demon, unholy, abomination, and the Devil’s children. I was out on my nightly stroll searching for my next victim when one of those ‘holier than thou’ people attacked me for being a creature of the night so I defended myself he came at me with a right cross I countered with a right hook sending him off balance. So I pounced him hands wrapped tightly about his throat growling as I barked at him.
“What gives you the fucking right to judge me?”
“You’re an abomination to the church!” the man croaked eyes bulging out of his skull halfway.
“I am the true alpha to your species you should be bowing down to me but now you must DIE!” and I strangled him tighter till I heard the bones snapping and popping as I crushed his larynx and wind pipe. The blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and I released him completely in shock at what I had done. I was shaking all over my hands trembling from the shock of my unnatural power. Sweeping my hair back I shuddered as his body lay there back half arched, face plastered in horror, eyes half rolled back into his skull. Then I heard the faint pulse of his heart and the thirst took over this little voice telling me that “go ahead it’s ok now feed you need to feed” while my mind reeled with my body’s reactions.
“But I can’t move I’ve just killed a man I never killed anyone before” my mind wept.
“It’s okay my friend just pull his dying body to you and feed and all will be better” the thirst spoke.
“But I just can’t” my mind said frightened.
“Here I’ll show you how to do it” the thirst said pushing my shocked nerves into action scooping the dying body up then guided my salivating fangs to dying pulse and forced my head down to puncture the jugular and working my jaw muscles I drank him dry.

This was the first time I’d ever killed a priest and of course I hadn’t fed in so long that the thirst had taken hold of me and forced the blood down my throat I had gone an entire year previous without drinking remember it had a been 100 years to the day when I had been kidnaped and forced into sex slavery. The first year was difficult. The fifth year was a little easier but still I tried to get away. The tenth year I submitted to the fact that hope was lost. The fifteenth year I fully adjusted to my life in England and so on. Alastair taught me everything I knew but not that deep recessive memories would arise so far down the road. He taught me that every ten years a vampire slowly matures so at the age of 105 I fully matured but the psychosis of my trauma had waged war on my mind. Feeling a cool splitting on the top of my head as my mind replayed the events of a century ago I cringed screaming and hollering curling up into the fetal position my body arresting itself into this position for what seemed like hours until I passed out cold.
I awoke groaning rubbing the back of my head and slowly standing up I regained my balance heading for my birthplace.


When I arrived in Scotland I saw that my village had been rebuilt and changed so much I almost didn’t recognize it but then a woman’s face caught my eye and my heart just stopped , my breath stopped as I saw my first love Maggie O’Halloran. But as I came closer I saw that it wasn’t my Maggie but her daughter and we talked awkward as it was but soon after it went along smoothly and we went from there. For the first time in a century it felt normal to just rejoin society albeit only at night though the dreadfully sob story bullshit I offered her immortality by my side and it was truly heart breaking I wanted her, no not her I wanted the memory of Maggie I know it’s wrong but I just couldn’t bear to alone with no one but I kept my word. I stayed by her side until she passed as crimson tears flowed from my eyes something I hadn’t done in ages I wept for her.


1776
I was there when the first Independence Day was christened dressed as a Yankee I drank with them all and fucked every whore I came across whether the fella before me had just finished I didn’t care after all sharing is caring right? Once fucking and drinking became boring I decided to go about killing my funniest kill was stealing one of the rockets well actually two of them one I shoved up a guy’s ass and lit the rocket watching the poor sap cry and whine then laughed as the rocket exploded after all it was halfway up his ass. The second rocket I shoved down a whore’s throat and watched her explode and crazily enough her tits slapped me in the face which brought a gut wrenching laugh out of me. After all the festivities had gone to rest I slept for so many years that was until I woke up in the 1800's.





1825, Ireland Coast


I climbed out of my earthly grave refreshed and energized I stood there shaking the dirt from my clothes then pausing to inhale the fresh ocean breeze on Mother Ireland’s coast because you see I was born from a Scottish mother and Irish father as you well know Scotland and Ireland folk go together like fine wine and cheese on a sunny picnic day. I just gazed out over the beautiful coast as the sweet warm ovary in the distance finished upon it’s descent into sleep casting a once in a lifetime view over the crystal blue depths and the smell of purity overwhelms you but I left that view and went to the nearest village where I was welcomed with open arms, hot bath, and clean clothes. I ventured off towards the mainland when I was but halfway there I smelled death and paused sniffing around like a dog then heading east I found what the smell was and halted before the small two floor house nostrils flaring.
It was him that son of a bitch Greenwich that I smelled he was dying and chuckled to myself. Oh what fortune had bestowed at my feet. The rat fuck who had turned me out 200 years ago was dying in the building before me. So I did what fate would slow up on. Moving quick as a cat I stood in the shadows of his bedroom as he lay there covered up to mid chest in wool white covers and a blue pillow resting behind his head coughing and hacking.
I leaned just out of the shadows letting the left profile of my face show as I called to him.
“Master you seem to be doing well”
“Th-th-th-Thaxter is that you my boy?” he hacked pushing himself to sitting position eyes weary and tired.
“What brought you to such a lowly state master?” I asked luring him into a false sense of loyalty.
“I’m old dear boy come closer let me get a good look at you” he said lighting the lamp by the bedside table shining at me as I approached.



I stood at the end of the bed clad in all black except for my navy blue 17th century duster as I clenched and unclenched my fists then without warning I flew into action. Yanking the covers away from his frail and weak figure I secured his neck his red eyes wild with terror as I dragged him out of bed then cast him down the steps laughing, watching and listening to him cry as he tumbled down the stairs. I have to admit to you reader listening and watching someone fall down the stairs is very fucking funny you know it and I know it. I snatched up the lantern and made my way downstairs laughing as I watched Alastair crawl away from my approach.
“Go on crawl it only makes me harder”
“I’ve only wanted what was best for you”
“Best? HA you’re pathetic” I said in ghastly voice given to me by syphilis but when the vampire blood flowed into me it only healed the infection but since my vocal cords had been destroyed before that the blood could only repair so much.
I sat the lantern on the countertop and grabbing the back of his longjohns hoisted him up bending him over the table and ripping the back of his longjohns open I snickered undoing my trousers letting my ten inch cock free and I rammed every inch into his dry tight old asshole grunting and groaning as I began raping his ass.
“Hurts don’t it? This is only a sample of what I endured thanks to you” I cackled thrusting faster and deeper feeling blood spill over my cockmeat.
“You’d attack a weak old man? Pathetic excuse for a killer”
“I told you that I’d come back after the Holy War was over I’d come back and fucking kill you myself and make you suffer worse than I did guess what? I’M BACK and look at you no one to protect you because I killed them all on the battlefield in the Holy War of 1735" I sneered hearing him sob underneath me as we rocked the table back and forth. Then once I came in his wrinkled old ass I pulled out with force and reaching down I broke arms at the elbows and his kneecaps savoring the sound of howling pain as I rolled him onto his back.

Reaching into my jacket I produced a piece of paper unrolling it and showing it to him his eyes went wide with horror at the realization of the drawing that he drew 200 years ago.
“No” he uttered in shock.
“Yes” I said grinning wildly and continued. “Time for you to go through the same 24 hours of pain I endured for two years straight” I finished laying the picture of his pocket watch on the counter and commenced raping, beating, torturing, and finally feeding all of his blood. Dawn broke through when I was finished and Alastair Greenwich was lying his kitchen table soaked in piss, shit, cum, blood, burn marks, lash wounds, stab wounds, his cock sticking out of his mouth, a table leg protruding out of his ass, and his neck snapped with eyes dangling from their sockets. Gathering the oil stored in the shed I poured it throughout the house and looking at the dead son of a bitch prick laying on the table then to the drawing on the counter I said “Ashes to Ashes motherfucker may you rot in hell” and swung the lantern down onto his oil soaked body vacating the premises before being engulfed by the flames of sweet dire freedom. I knelt in the grass before the bonfire, a mixture of joyful pandemonium and overwhelming sorrow at finally being free of that monster’s clutches. I felt invigorated as the sun’s rays kissed my skin and yet I didn’t burn I felt warmth for the first time since I was 14 and my tears were fresh and red but not tears of sorrow and pain mingled with anguish, they were tears of pure joy and newfound happiness and peace.



When the 1900's rolled around I slept off and on every couple of years but to make sure I didn’t miss anything I sired a little boy named Tobias Henshaw and while I slept we shared a telepathic link so instead of dreaming I saw the wonders the modern world was going to offer it was truly wonderful my own movie inside of my head. 1920 to 1959 was just boring when the 60's came through I stayed awake and watched Woodstock with my own eyes, saw black men hung from trees because of color, Martin Luther King’s speech live, JFK assassinated, and many other events. It wasn’t until the 1970's that I took up murdering and raping again both human and vampire because I simply didn’t give a fuck about anyone but myself. And deep inside I felt this pang of emptiness but I never addressed it even when I ran the knife across the male vampire’s throat in Wisconsin in August 1973.
Yes this was where my killing spree started I was simply bored and moving all around the States I killed random people feeding off them as they died in my arms, raped innocent people for shits and giggles. I wore black throughout my whole life because bright colors were never really my thing after all how’s a raping murderer like gonna look in pink and yellow as I rape some helpless bitch in a California subway? Seriously. I traveled to New York letting Tobias to do as he pleased never to hear from him again and at Studio 54 I fucked so many guys and girls snorted so much coke I was out of my mind the world spun before me. But I had to admit cocaine was much better than opium and when you mix it with vampire ashes you feel like Dracula himself.

I went from the East Coast to the West Coast over and over killing and burning people inbetween my trips. Caused car accidents, snap the necks of animals, laughed at dying people as they cried feebly for my help. Through the 80's and 90's I watched the world change yet again. New forms of music, styles of clothing, cars and trucks, hairstyles, foods, weapons, wars, television, radio, religions, and races. Though the funny thing about radio if I didn’t hear a particular song I would personally find my way to the DJ’s station and during a commercial break I’d persuade him to play my song and he did after seeing the collection of blades I kept upon my person. The song I wanted to hear was “Rooster” by Alice In Chains very good song if you haven’t heard it then I suggest going out and finding it. As the millennium approached I did have some fears about it but they soon passed all the bullshit buzz about Y2K made me laugh but hey that’s society stir up a craze people freak me out, stir up a frenzy people go rabid with fear. And during these two decades my killing styles had changed too I went from the traditional values of killing someone to experimenting with chemicals, electricity, vehicles, basically whatever wasn’t nailed down I used to violate and maim that person. I finally settled myself in NYC around 2000 and what better way than to rape some random piece of pussy.


I had been stalking a sexy hot redhead with a figure that has made me so horny to show her my ways of pain and pleasure. We’re in the bottom of a parking garage and she's walking to her piece of shit Benz jet black in color four door with all the accessories added from the $60,000 deal that she paid for. I licked my lips yearning for her blood and that sweet pussy and keg tapping ass of her's so unzipping my fly letting my dick hang out behind my black leather trenchcoat already rock hard for her I move in closer licking my lips letting fangs come out for play to feed as I rape her senseless. Quicker now I’m behind her invisible to her eyesight and as she unlocks the passenger side door, I press my bod against her's lifting her coat up and whispers in her ear "You scream bitch and I'll kill you" she nods and says nothing as I tore her panties free, yanked her coat off, lifted her skirt up and sees thigh highs and kisses the right side of her neck and she lets out a whimpering moan as I giggle with delight "God I love Thigh Highs baby" as I ram my cock into her o-ring over and over again spanking her while she cries for me to stop in her mind but dares not to scream for help knowing the consequence of that action. I came thick in her ass and moans saying "Wow! now turn around I wanna pop that cherry good and hard" and she does looking me in the eye with a look of fear and stimulation she leans against the car and says "I kinda like this" touching my dick briefly only to have my cold left hand hold it in place and she is forced to jerk me off but she pulls her hand back and replies "No finish it dumb ass" I growled rasing my hand but doesn't hit her instead I grab her top with the other and rip it open and moans burying his face in double D tits and rock hard ribbed nipples biting and tugging on them then I stuck my pecker into her virgin pussy hard listening to her cry out as I laughed like Joker massaging her breasts and pulls her nipples, penetrating with no shame over and over again as she wraps her right leg around his left holding me to her he smiling and nibbling on her neck on the left side as she cries out "Fuck me Thaxter Rape me Thaxter"And I did for a good 30 minutes. Finishing with her dripping wet pussy I said
"Now that my pole's greased you wanna clean it off?" and she replies "Your not gonna kill me?" "No not yet anyway I'll make you into something better" I replied rubbing his saturated cock for her and she watches and licks her lips and says "Cum a little for me big boy and I'll clean your pole" she answers tearing off her top and kneeling before my giant cock at which point I’m jerking off and in fact I do cum a little and she moans and takes it into her mouth bobbing her head and pumping me up to explode in her mouth. I watch her pulling her hair hard and she yelps sliding my cock out of her mouth
"Relax babe it makes me hornier for you" I spoke ramming my cock back down her throat causing her to cough a little and groan and once again she pulls my cock out of her mouth and pumps it between her giant tits moaning
"OOoooo Thaxter Jones I want you to fuck me again baby" I moan and respond with
"I'm gonna jizz on your tits then I wanna jizz in that pretty mouth of yours bitch" so she pumps me and bobs her head over and over until I jizz on her tits and in her pretty little mouth. I held her head in place tightly as my dick is halfway in her mouth, my right hand is pumping into her mouth until it hurts my cock, next I pull her up and just as I go to bend her over she stops him
"I wanna lick your cum off my tits Thaxter dear" and he watches as she pushes her tits together and licks her sweater puppets moaning and he replies rubbing her twat
"You dirty little cunt god you make me so fucking hard!" After that raping her sweet round ass was fun pulling her hair tight penetrating over and over making her orgasm nonstop and I cumming just the same. Then she pulls me into the car, puts both the seats down, puts the parking brake up and mounts it while I’m sitting in the backseat stark naked watching her ride the parking brake masturbating for my own amusement in the parking garage inside her car. Oh I pulled and twisted her nipples making her cry out louder and louder begging for more after that was over we went back to my apartment in Hell's Kitchen where I setup shop after Y2K. As soon as we got to my place we got out and I lead her into the intersection and said
"Let's fuck in the street cum burper" and she said
"Call me your little cum burpring slut" Pushing her down onto the wet dirty street I rammed my cock into her pussy and smiled "My little cum burping slut" and she moaned gyrating her hips against my legs secured about my waist I raped and fucked her senseless then carried her up to my apartment where they had more sex that included bondage, cutting, and turning the sexy redhead into my vampire bitch.


After a time I grew sick of the redhead and killed her myself then I happened upon a woman in an alleyway in SOHO viciously murdering a poor man who by the looks of it just wanted to cop a feel well she wanted to cut a feel off of him. She was clad in leather: thigh high boots, jacket, bustle, and shorts. I admired the serrated knife she used though if it was me I’d of used a scalpel sharper and more efficient at cutting deeper but when you want to carve someone a serrated edge is the way to go. Her skin was grey pale, her hair was short and brown, and when she wheeled upon me her eyes were green like Maggie’s.
I stood before her and chuckled.
“Amateur vampire” I hissed softly tracing her left cheek.
“So what’s it to you? Can’t you see I’m busy here” she said pointing at the dying man before our feet.
“Please help me” he croaked.
“I don’t really care what you’re doing why don’t you make me leave?” I proposed.
“Maybe I should”
“Someone help me”
“Goddammit I don’t like being interrupted!” I roared and swiftly snapped the bastard’s neck satisfied with the quiet alley to ourselves and leaning up I caught her right hand twisting the wrist hearing the knife clattered onto the ground I smirked as she fought to get free but I grabbed her by the throat and slammed against the brick wall matching her wild gaze with my wolf eyes.
“What is your name?”
“AJ and you?” she asked in a frightened tone.
“Thaxter Jones” I grinned broadly smelling the fear ooze off of her and checking her out she was husky and filled out in every right place no wonder the poor sap wanted to cop a feel.
“You’re mine!” I said scooping her up her screams drowned out by the traffic of downtown car horns and people mindlessly chattering.


I arrived at my studio apartment in Hell’s Kitchen and throwing her into my big bedroom I ordered her to strip. Of course she fought with me so I made it very clear that if she tried to fight me it would be a pointless skirmish, so she obeyed sniffling and crying.
“How old are you dear child?” I asked unbuttoning my ruffled white long sleeve by Christian Dior and laying it on the back of the chair.
“27 I was turned when I was 17" she answered through tears covering her body up best she could course that only stirred my cock into action as I approached taking in her 5'9 figure.
“Ah you are but a baby vampire still a practical virgin” I chuckled and pounced her getting onto all fours on the bed my cock poised to rape her fresh wet twat.
“Wait please don’t do it!” she cried shaking beneath me.
“And why shouldn’t I? Tell me that”
“Because I didn’t suck your cock and I do give the best blowjobs” she offered chuckling uneasily.
“Really now and what makes you the best?” I said leaning back standing straight up towering before her.
“Most vampire bitches bite into the vein on a cock and drain the guy dry I don’t do that”
“Turn around and prove yourself” I said as she spun around still shaken but determined she lay with her legs bent and stacked right on top of left, full supple round breasts and taut hard nipples hung before me like globes waiting to be caressed. The curve of her waist sent shivers up my spine causing my cock to twitch under my black leather jeans by Wrangler. She pulled me to her with her right index finger hooking the belt loop and one handed undid my jeans and tugging them down partly she fished out my meat with her mouth tongue everso gently brushing against it and I hissed moaning softly while she chuckled then gasped.
“Wow you’re huge!” she stared wide eyed at my ten inches of steel.
“Ten inches of steel raping power hangs before you” I smiled ruffling her hair.
“Never had a big one like this before god you’re so thick” she admired pumping my shaft slowly then running her tongue up the underside she purred playfully and said “And you taste yummy”
So she began giving me the best blowjob I had ever had. Moving her tongue in a zig zag pattern all over my shaft then coming off to bite into my left hip and drink a little blood then she went back and swallowing half with my blood in her mouth I groaned as I felt my own blood mixed her saliva and juicy lips wrapped around mmmmmm I gave into her. She bobbed her head taking the whole thing with ease. Her tongue caressed my balls which were the size of jumbo marshmallows and her hands just worked all over my upper and lower body I could not take the wanton sexual pleasure she was giving me. Hell just looking down at her sucking and nibbling around the base rolling her tongue along the thickness of my member drove me crazy and I exploded all over her hard and thick.

“Mmmmmm now that was a load of cum” she giggled at the globs of cum on her tits and swallowing the large load in her mouth I groaned panting and cried out as she bit into the vein gently and fed for a few minutes then came off licking her lips and I watched as a trail of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth while she smiled at me gazing up to me with her left eye fully dilated.
“Wanna break me in Thaxter?” came her husky sultry offer and I took it hook, line, and sinker.
We went all night into the morning hours of 7:15 and passed out having done every position known and some I made up myself, God she was a vigorous piece of ass and I would not let her slip through my fingers. I would mold her into my own twin. By the time we actually finished the sheets were lined with sweat, blood, oils, cum from me and her but riddled with true passion. My fires were reignited once again by AJ and together we went on the most violent and memorable killing spree ever done.

We maimed from coast to coast, small towns, even the most remote areas of the world raping and murdering those we came across. The males we came across were so funny like the Manhattan bookie I sucked him off then she came in and rode his cock while I reamed his virgin asshole then we finished by ripping his throat out and I’d yank his pecker off and shove it in his ass while she sucked me dry using his blood for lubrication and I gotta say her coated in blood sucking my cock off mmmm worth an endless amount of words. Just the way she knelt with her knees together, breasts smushed into each other with blood dripping off the tips of her nipples with her head bobbing lips sucking like a Dyson vacuum, yep that’s how good she is at sucking dick.
About ten years later after we had killed close to 120 different people, AJ and I settled down once I find out that she was pregnant with twins I took a break from killing to watch over my latex princess as she gave birth to our daughters, Angie & Karey course the funny thing was that Angie was dark and Karey was white since AJ was mixed it didn’t bother me but as I stood there holding Angie and she held Karey in Mercy General Hospital Pediatrics Wing I couldn’t help but think that my legacy would continue on within our daughters. She saw it in my eyes and smiled as she lay there panting evenly face plastered in sweat as was her gown from the chest to her tummy.
“Ugh I feel like shit” AJ groaned shifting in the bed as I took Karey into my left arm while she stripped off her sweated up gown and sat there naked wiping away the tee shirt of sweat that had accumulated upon her juicy engorged tits and drying herself off I looked from Angie to Karey and smiled proud of my children.
“See that’s your mommy isn’t she a hot piece of ass?”
“Don’t teach them that just yet here let me have Angie she’s gonna fuss in a minute” AJ said wrapping a towel around her arm and leaning down she scooped Angie from my right arm and guided her mouth to her right nipple and AJ winced softly then chuckled.
“Least she’s not as hard as you are”
“Yeah well you know me” and I smiled sitting down rocking Karey slowly as she yawned adorably and nestled into her blanket.


After settling into the OCD routine of having kids and finding a babysitter along with a free night to relax, the twosome went out on a killing spree feeling very rejuvenated being unchained from the manacles of parenthood. Thaxter and AJ slaughtered a church congregation leaving all but the priest alive and Thaxter did that on purpose for he dropped to a knee patched in blood just like AJ and taking her right hand her swiped the blood slick hair on his head back chuckled then proposed to her. “AJ I’ve truly found my exact equal in slaughter, lust, & companionship not to mention mother to our two beautiful daughters will you do me the honor of being my unholy wife?” he said offering her a bloody sapphire ruby diamond ring off the finger of some wealthy bitch I ripped in half but before she could answer the cops rushed in guns blazing so we both slaughtered the cops and as the blood sprayed she shouted over the gunfire and blood curdling screams “YES! I’ll marry you!” and severed the head from the female officer’s shoulders and took the ring upon her finger turning to the priest he cowered in fright at the sight of us, but read the vows and we were married in that bloody massacre. After the massacre we checked into a local Motel 6 and consummated our unholy union first thing she did was rip her bloody shirt open letting her succulent DD’s jiggle and bounce out then I seized her nipples and sucked every baby bottle-shaped inch of them. Lost in wanton lust we sexed ourselves till we had our fill of each other and when that wasn’t enough we went again in the shower and there ain’t nothing sexier than her soaking wet head to toe wanting every impactful inch of ten inch steel rod.

Once we took a restful nap we treated the other hotel guests to a much needed mini orgy. We fucked and sucked the men and women and as for the ones who brought their kids well the kids got treated to a very arousing show of passion not to mention the little boy who saw AJ’s tits and said with a cute voice “Wow she’s got big boobs and their bigger than my mommy’s can I suck on them?” and his request was granted. All in all the whole experience was gratifying, exciting, eye-opening, and just plain wicked.

On the way back home to relieve the babysitter of her duties, AJ chuckled clinging to my right arm in a borrowed black hoodie by Guess, black sweats with pink stripes up the sides by Baby Phat, and white sneakers by Sketchers. I wore my leather duster by Calvin Klein and leather stretch jeans by Lee adorned with my size 16 Carolina steel toe boots.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing just remembering the whole fuck fest we did”
“Ahh yes that was most exciting my dick is still tingling for more”
“Really now? Well then why don’t you fuck the babysitter?”
“I don’t know she’s not my type”
“I’ll eat her out first then you join in”
“Tempting”
“I know for a fact she’s a virgin I could smell it on her”
“I’m sold let’s go pop the babysitter” entering their house they found the babysitter sitting on the couch clad in a blue plaid mini skirt by Oshkosh, black Timberland boots, twin white shirts one a halter top by St. John’s Bay and the button down by Ten West. She had long blonde hair, soft blue eyes, small average sized lips, minor blemishes, 34 C tits, 5'7, ass a quarter the size of AJ’s, and weighed 129.


AJ approached her first while I scooped up Karey who was sleeping beside her and took her upstairs to lay her in the crib and when I came back down I found Angie in her bouncy seat cooing at Veggie Tales on the 57 inch flat screen by RCA. Then my attention was drawn to AJ who was sitting on the right side of the couch her hoodie a quarter unzipped showing a small amount of cleavage.
“So tell me Tabby what would you say to me feeling you up?”
“Excuse me but what makes you think I want that from you?”
“Well for one my tits are bigger than yours and I saw you sneaking some peeks at them before we left so I know your somewhat interested in seeing them or touching them, two my husband has a big cock and he wants to give it to you” Tabby looked over at me giving me the once over and returned her attention to AJ.
“Well I am jealous of your tits and at the same time I wouldn’t mind having a little fun” Tabby smirked then said “So you don’t mind if I suck your hubby’s cock while you watch?”
“Who said I watching dear? I’m gonna be eating that sweet virgin pussy of yours” AJ chuckled teasing Tabby’s clit underneath her skirt then she slid into her lap unzipping her hoodie completely shrugging it off letting her 42 DD breasts jut forth and Tabby gasped in amazement and shortly thereafter went to town on her tits. Then I came into the room and Tabby seized my crotch and gasped wide-eyed at the girth and length of my meat soon we were involved in an underage cherry popping three way on the couch.

Ah those were the times of our lives: fucking and maiming when we pleased, raising our daughters to be part of my legacy but also teaching them the fundamentals of society and education not to mention the law itself.

Twenty Years Later


“Tonight’s news starts off with the gruesome headline story that has burned up broadcast journalism over the past ten weeks” the middle-aged 50 year old brown haired male spoke shuffling his papers and clearing his throat. “A string of rash murders has spread across the upper Midwest and has found it’s way to The Big Apple. The victims were found to have been raped, tortured, and then appeared to have died of asphyxiation via a plastic grocery bag tied with duct tape around their head or in the most recent case police have said that Saran Wrap was used on the latest victim 29 year-old Susan Brangle. No more details have been released on the high profile murder investigation but stay tuned to Channel 17 News for more updates and now the----“ the television set exploded from a size 16 chrome black Carolina steel toe work boot that recoiled itself to sit beside it’s brother.
“Goddamn news just pisses me off stupid worthless cunts I told them stick with grocery bags it was simple but NO one of them had to deviate from the original plan after everything I ever taught them this is the fucking thanks I get” the man rasped in his ghastly voice taking a swig from his 15th Budweiser Select bottle setting the half empty bottle on the floor next to the bottle’s clansmen of a 30 pack.
He had stringy chalk white hair, wild crazed wolf eyes, Cheshire cat smile with matching needle point teeth that were grimy yellow and his breath reeked of rotted cabbage mixed with month old dead bodies. His body was lanky but since he was a vampire his strength was incredible but as you see his spooky white flesh it’s sickly; riddled with needle marks from shooting up heroin, household cleaners, & whatever else he could find sometimes he’d shoot up cologne and his body would smell like that surprisingly enough. He was slightly attractive despite his grotesque nature. His cock was ten inches of steel raping power when the mood struck him but as of his later years he just didn’t have it in him anymore but when his two offspring cunts got home one of them would get it for disobeying his legacy, for he himself had made headlines 77 years ago.

As he lit a Winston with his Darksiders flip top Zippo he inhaled softly remembering how his picture had been all over the news for he racked up a body count of 273 worldwide. Rapes, murders, tortures, arson, vehicular manslaughter & homicide, water boarding, and the list went on but with every case he raped his victim with every tool that he could his hands on. It wasn’t about just ripping the bitches cunt apart it was about making a statement. And the statement was that he could and would break you. Much like the time he purposefully wrecked a woman coming home from a Tupperware party 0ooooh how he savored the sound of her flesh being ripped from the twisted metal collision and while he raped her ass or what was left of it he took the Tupperware containers that had spilled all over the road and sang “YMCA” with each thrust keeping in rhythm each thrust. The woman screamed as he came inside of her then pulling out he tried to penetrate her pussy but frowned as he felt pubic hair.
“You don’t shave now that’s gonna be an easy fix” and with a sharp yank he ripped off the patch of flesh and finished her off.

When the police arrived on the scene they found her half naked, dead, her legs pinned to the hood of the car with the car bumper which he had broke in half to spread her legs wide for a better angle, her breasts sitting on the end of two forks one of each stabbed handle first into her head and her neck snapped. Then he thought about the present situation his bloodline had put him as the cocaine laced Winston burned down to half. Course it was better days before they lost their mother in a violent police standoff 26 years ago. Back then they were the true Clan Malum Asperitas, the Four Horsemen of 21st century homicidal tendencies. God she was amazing when the two of them were out on a kill she’d seduce the poor bastard and I’d ram my cock straight up his ass then we’d maim the hell out of him and fuck each other senseless, the blood just squishing beneath us, covering us, lubricating us mmmm such memories, sweet archaic memories.


He plucked his pierced cock and balls free from the crotch of his tight stretch leather pants by L.E.I. then reached up his black muscle shirt by Jerzees and scratched his chest then sniffed as he finished the filter of his Winston flicking it onto the floor, standing up he heard his girls coming up the steps of their house along with the jeering kids taunting them. He stood at the window watching a small smirk curving his face as he remembered his 50th victim and the song he sang to little 7 year old Betty Dotkins:

One, Two Thaxter’s coming for you

Three, Four he’ll make you his whore

Five, Six don’t use a crucifix

Seven, Eight gonna get raped

Nine, Ten become undead again

but he left her alive to spread his calling card and when that wasn’t enough for when he killed five high profile victims he used their blood to paint one line from his song at each killzone. As his girls entered the front door, Thaxter heard them giggling and without missing a deaf beat he snatched up the half empty bottle smashing it over the head of the first one in the door and slammed her against the fireplace kicking her legs apart, ripping the back of her sweats open he poised his steel hard rod a quarter of the way inside but what was different this time was he put on a spiked vibrating cuff which would rip her asshole completely up but she’d heal within three days time.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU USED THE SARAN WRAP?!” he barked over his screaming firstborn as he pushed till half his member was engulfed and blood ran down her legs.
“DADDY PLEASE YOU’RE HURTING ME!!!”
“DADDY IT WAS MY IDEA BUT IT WAS ANGIE WHO MADE IT ALL BETTER THOUGH!” his other daughter shouted over her sister’s cries.
Thaxter wrapped his hand around Angie’s mouth silencing the pleas which made him harder so he stopped mid-thrust and looked at his daughter who was on the crusty floor kneeling begging her father to stop.
“Tell me what you both did EXACTLY” he growled.



Angie’s sister Karey began with how they spotted the older woman and quickly explained how they couldn’t find any young couples out on a Sunday night so they followed her. Shadowing her every move from cover until the entered the nearby park area where they raped and murdered her. First Angie faked a broken ankle whimpering for help and as the lady came into the park, bent down to assist her faked injury, Angie got her in a head scissor while Karey dropped from the trees and slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth then proceeded to break the woman’s arms, hands, legs, and feet leaving her paralyzed and trapped. Then began the sexual assaulting Karey started with the kissing, nibbling, and suckling while Angie pulled out her Italian switchblade joining the sexual teasing in gruesome matrimony with small shallow cuts here and there. Next came fingers ripping clothes open exposing more flesh which was devoured by hungry vampire sisters. Fangs pierced ample flesh sucking rich fast pumping red nectar out of the puncture wounds and down their greedy hungry throats. Then came the giggling as they watched and listened to the squishing sounds the ballpen hammer made going in and out of her butt, after all they were both 18 and seniors in high school and had been killing since they were 10 course by the time they were 14 he had broke them both into pure matured killing machines; the heirs of his majestic bloody legacy.


Once the raping was done, Angie reached into her duffel bag and pulled out plastic Saran Wrap and began applying it around the head of the slowly dying used up woman when Karey spoke up panting as she masturbated at a half even pace to the woman’s crescendo of death.
“Ange why don’t you use the Weis grocery bag that we’ve always used?” she moaned wanting to squirt before her sister finished.
“Well I wanted to try something new after all we waste tape doing that plastic bag shit this is much ughh easier” she responded grunting as she pulled the wrap tightly about the woman’s face then sat beside her sister watching her play with herself then unbuttoning her shirt she let her 38 C cup breasts out ni