Demon Teenager (1)
I must have been reborn from a demon!
After 10 hours of agonizing pain, my mother died in childbirth. In my father’s eyes, I was the murderer of his wife, and in his heart, I was filled with extreme hatred.
I grew up in this environment of hatred and lack of motherly love.
At school, I was the nemesis of every classmate. I would take advantage of a female classmate’s inattention, put a dead earthworm into her pencil case, in her screams, experiencing the pleasure of evil inside; swimming class, I would dive to the girls who could not swim and set a life preserver floating in the water underneath, grabbed the feet and yanked it down hard, in their fierce resistance to feel that kind of beautiful feeling of the weak and the strong; I would also be in the exam, put a squirmy caterpillar on the teacher’s skirt, in the class a shriek, experiencing the pleasure of defying authority. I would also put a wriggling caterpillar on the skirt of the invigilator during the exam, and in the midst of the class’s shrieks, I would experience the joy of defying authority.
During the summer vacation when I was 15 years old, my father went on a business trip and didn’t feel comfortable leaving me home alone, so he took me along.
This outing changed my life. The plane we were on crashed, my father and 92 other people died in the crash, and I was one of the five survivors.
When I wrenched my eyes from my stupor, I was shocked for a moment to see corpses all over the place. Instead of feeling scared, I felt that this is how life should be. The broken limbs and rivers of blood all over the place made me feel excited and impulsive like never before. And the naked female corpse that was about two meters away from me made me have a long-lasting erection even more. The corpse was in a large zigzag shape on her back, half of her breasts had been sliced open by a sharp instrument, an aluminum stick was inserted in the small of her back, and blood was seeping outward from the open vagina, staining her pubic hairs together, this was the first time that I had ever seen a woman’s private parts.
The scene in front of me is etched in my brain!
After my father’s death, my uncle became my guardian. Thanks to the commercial insurance taken out by my father’s organization, I became the legal heir to a large fortune. In view of my situation, my uncle sent me to a boarding school. At the school, I didn’t say a word and only knew how to bury my head in my studies. Teachers and classmates thought I was irritated. I think they would all be scared to death if they knew what I was really thinking – every full moon day, I had an urge to kill someone, and I knew I would do it. And so, day after day, I got into a medical college with honors.
In college, I took in all the useful knowledge and spent my days buried between the classroom and the library. Anatomy class was my favorite, I loved the feeling of the scalpel sliding on the human body, and even more so, I loved the trembling feeling of the bloody internal organs in my hands. After every anatomy class, I would lie on my bed and masturbate non-stop thinking about the piles of lifeless flesh in the class and the female corpse next to me in the airplane crash.
In the library, through the Internet, I checked out tons of violent, bloody and abusive websites, I familiarized myself with serial killers around the world in this century, and learned about the justice systems of various countries; and hacking websites, which made me well-versed in all kinds of cracking, and learned to make bombs out of everyday objects, and that’s how I desperately enriched myself. In short, everything anti-social I was learning because I hated everyone.
After graduating from college, I was assigned to an internship at a hospital, and I tendered my resignation at the end of my internship. Yes, I’m going to start my plan, my life.
First, I sold my parents’ house in the city center and bought an isolated villa in the suburbs, remodeled the entire water, sewage and ventilation system, and ordered a large not steel countertop – my workbench – in the name of custom kitchen equipment; second, I purchased a jeep for transportation , and just like that, another serial killer was born.
While waiting for the villa to be renovated, I traveled to the United States with a tour group and purchased a full set of surgical instruments and some specialized appliances such as vaginal speculums, enemas, and so on at a medical supply store.
For my first operation, I carefully analyzed the target of the hunt and finally settled on cabaret girls, who are the itinerant population, the dregs of society, unnoticed when they go missing, and easy to get hooked.
That night, I simply put on a little makeup, drove to some nightclub, chose a tall, chubby girl, and negotiated a thousand dollars to spend the night with me, which was her last night.
When she entered the room, she was surprised in a way that she could not have seen such a luxurious room in her class. I told her to take a shower first, and she showed off her clothes in front of me. I saw that she was about 18 or 9 years old, with fat tits that did not match her age, jiggling in front of her chest, and her stomach was bulging, her two thighs were full of meat, and she had a black butterfly attached to the inside of her thighs, and a few sparse pubic hairs, which stood out in that swollen vulva.
I waved at her and she went into the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to mix the potion.
Ten minutes later she came out wrapped in a towel. As soon as I yanked off the towel, tiny droplets of water hung all over her body, I put my hand to her fat pussy and she made a gesture towards me asking for money. This stinking woman, I gave her a thousand dollars and signaled for a drink while I got into the shower myself, I needed to calm myself with cold water.
By the time I got out, she was slumped over on the bed. I surveyed my prey, fat body, sexy breasts, large labia turned outward, a lustful woman at first glance. I strained to back her onto my workbench, the cold bench stimulated what seemed to be some sentience, and I busied myself with immobilizing each of her arms and legs so that she was in a wide berth. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at my naked body, opened her mouth but made no sound.
I picked up the water, splashed it on her face and laughed: “As my first prey, you should be honored.” When she opened her mouth, she said, “Fuck you!” This bastard, so dirty from the inside out.
I was furious and punched her in the stomach. She began to beg for mercy: “Big brother, let me go! I don’t want the money, I’ll let you fuck me for nothing.”
“Release you? No way!” I put a funnel in her mouth, grabbed the laxative I had prepared and poured it in, “Rao… gugu… gu…” she struggled, and the laxative went into her belly drop by drop.
When I removed the funnel, her mouth opened wide in despair and she gasped, already regretting her greed for money.
While waiting for her to defecate, I took out my digital camera and took a close-up of her pussy to keep as information. There was a farting sound, only to see her anus bulging outward, and suddenly a stream of fecal water spewed outward from her asshole, while the lips of her large cunt opened slightly, and a stream of urine spewed out of her urethra, a foul odor, and I hastened to turn on the ventilator.
After about ten seconds or so, all I could see was her asshole moving and no more excrement, I grabbed the hose and rinsed her out. The girl moaned breathlessly as I gave her a second laxative, and a moment later, two more jets of water erupted from her asshole and urethra. This was done three times and she was on her last legs.
Figuring that my bowels had emptied, I grabbed a large syringe, sucked it full of sterilized water, and plunged it into her asshole. After many bowel movements, her anus was already very loose and she inserted it in one go. I pushed a tube of liquid into her colon and what came out was already clear water. It was time to clean her stink, I sucked up another tube of sanitized water and thrust it hard into her vagina, and the girl started moaning again.
With the last drop of water pushed in, her mound bulged slightly and a stream of water then flowed out of her vaginal opening.
Then I rinsed her thoroughly again with the hose, so that what lay before me was a clean, water-soaked body from the inside out, and I was going to start the next step.
I went back to the bathroom, rinsed off, drank some wine and it was time for a break. When I lit a cigarette and returned to the operating room, the girl had recovered, “Brother, spare me!” , “Brother, let me go!”
The screamed endlessly.
“Fine, I’ll let you go when I’m done playing.” I said and pressed the cigarette to her navel. There was a scream, a puff of blue smoke, and a wave of pleasure spread throughout my body. I took out some duct tape and sealed it over her mouth, her screams just now nearly tore through my eardrums. I also find out some powerful clamps, respectively clamped on her nipples, labia and other sensitive parts, she was in pain, the muscles on her face twitching, but could not cry out.
I felt a rush of pleasure at the sight of her agonized expression, her constantly squirming fat flesh, and her slightly spread red pussy lips. After that I lit a candle and dripped the candle oil towards her vaginal opening. The hot candle oil dripped down, making her whole pussy tremble, and the butterflies on the roots of her thighs fluttered as if they were alive.
I was starting to get an erection and it was time to end it. I held her nose with one of the clamps, she was holding her face red and her eyeballs looked like they were about to come out of their frames. I started to masturbate as I continued to drip candle oil on her stink, enjoying the wonderful pleasure of watching her writhing body, her hot, discolored pussy lips.
As the candle oil kept piling up in her pussy, her writhing stopped and that butterfly shook like it was dying, while my pleasure grew stronger. When the butterfly stopped shaking, my cum hit it like a water column.
Demon Boys (2)
The moment her breathing stopped was the beginning of my ejaculation. My body erupted and erupted like a burning volcano. When my panting stopped, I only saw the girl paralyzed on the stage like a piece of dead pork, with a stream of bodily fluids oozing out of her features, cunt and asshole. Could it be that she also climaxed at the moment of death? No matter what, I’ve done society a favor.
Next, it was time for the body to be disposed of. “Dissect her!” You might say. No, this fat girl’s body is so full of meat and fat that it doesn’t make for a pretty picture, and I can imagine the heart of her when I slice open her belly and a piece of white meat comes out. What about cutting off her pussy as a souvenir? No, I couldn’t. How could an intellectual criminal like me leave any visible evidence? Of course the photo is another matter, I can say I downloaded it from the internet, there’s no way to find out. Guess I’ll just have to settle for something else.
The thought gave me an idea. I went back to the bathroom and carefully cleaned my whole body. I made a cup of coffee and toasted a sandwich in the microwave, I needed a little energy, I had things to do later! I looked at my watch, it was 3:00 a.m. Finished a cigarette and made my way to the autopsy room.
The body was already cold, there was no trace of blood on its body, and even its large labia, which had been reddish a moment ago, had turned a dark brown color. But I knew that once I got started the blood would flow profusely. I changed my shoes, took out the appropriate tools from the small cabinet where I kept my implements, put on my rubber gloves, mask, etc., and started to get busy.
First, I want to destroy her fingerprints, which is the most important. I used a small scalpel along the fingerprints of the corpse of the department made a ring cut, completely eliminated the fingerprints, and will be cut off part of a not steel cylinder, the whole work is completed after the unified treatment. When I finished the excision work, only to see the corpse’s ten fingers blood dripping, like just dug out the claws of the heart.
Okay, next step, knock down her teeth. Teeth are also important evidence, especially for someone who has been to the dentist. I used a hammer and a small chisel to knock down her mouth full of white teeth, one by one, and the whole dissecting room was full of “tinkling” sounds, which sounded like beautiful fairy music to me.
The third step, it’s time to destroy the face (readers who are squeamish, please don’t read on). First lift the lips, use a knife to pull it left and right wide, then pull it away from the connection with the maxilla, and finally force upward violently lifted, the whole face skin was torn off, also thrown into the bucket (a little later with a grinder to beat into the meat crumbs, then flushed into the sewers). I could only see the torn face bloodied and the two exposed eyes staring at me listlessly. Maybe you’re scared, but I won’t be, because I’m naturally evil. After I pulled off the eyeballs and threw them into a bucket, I went to the sink, washed my hands, and lit a cigarette.
The next step, and the most labor-intensive, is that I’m going to dismember her. I took out a large saw for carpentry (bought from a free market out of town), and you may ask, why don’t you use a knife to dissect her precisely? Yes, in my experience I could have easily split her limbs off with a scalpel, but in case the body was found it would have left clues, and that’s what a medical student does, so I decided to use the saw.
I got two thick books to put under the neck of the corpse and started sawing. As the saw was pulled back and forth, blood and brought up scraps of flesh splattered out, getting all over my face and body, and I’m sure you’d pass out from fear if you saw such a scene. A young man, covered in blood, was sawing the head of a faceless woman with a large saw. The sound of “squeaking” stimulated my nerves, and I pulled the saw back and forth like a madman. The head gradually tilted to one side, the esophagus, trachea, blood vessels were disconnected, yellow, blue, white, like cutting a cable, I was completely immersed in this crazy action.
With a muffled thud, the head detached itself from the body and slid to the ground, nearly hitting my foot. I was busy picking the head up, and when I looked at it, another piece of flesh had fallen off my face. It was time for the upper limbs, which were relatively much easier, averaging five minutes per shoulder to disconnect. I suddenly realized that not only did this girl not have a few pubic hairs, but no armpit hairs either, how weird!
When sawing the legs, I hesitated, should I saw them at the base of the thighs and destroy the whole pussy? Or should I keep part of the thigh and keep the pubic area at the same time? In the end, I decided to saw all the way to the root, because it would be more difficult to carry the torso with a part of the limb.
I began to saw from the leg with the butterfly on it. With one saw, a piece of white flesh turned up and blood gushed out; with another saw, yellowish fat was turned up and the butterfly’s wings were severed. With a final stroke, the entire thigh was cut off along with half of the pussy. The torn off labia, hanging on the teeth of the saw, trembled one by one, as if tempting others as they had done in life.
When I sawed the other leg off, I sat down on my chair with a tired butt. Yes, I had been working like a lumberjack for an hour. I lit a cigarette, I calculated in my mind, the head, limbs volume and weight are not big, carry and transfer convenient, but the whole body, like a big rectangular piece of meat, 30 kilograms, how can I move it? So I don’t want to do it. Thinking of this, I took a cigarette and manipulated the saw.
Taking rough measurements, I began slicing her torso in two from the area below her breasts. As the saw went deeper, her lungs, heart and some other organs slipped out and I threw them one by one into the not steel bucket. Well, the big job was done, the whole person was divided into 7 pieces by me. I found some large plastic bags (also wholesale from an out of town market) and wrapped each piece in a couple of bags to make sure they didn’t leak and put them in the freezer.
After all that, I looked at my watch and it was almost 6:00, and I really wanted to get right into bed and take a teachable nap. But I’m an organized person, so I moved the garbage grinder and dumped a bunch of rotting meat from the bucket into it, and with the roar of the motor, a bunch of meat scraps flowed out and I flushed them down the toilet.
The pulverizer can’t be kept either, just throw it away when you get a chance. After that, I used high-pressure water to rinse the entire autopsy room and the table until I couldn’t find a trace of blood. Then I wiped it with disinfectant water, and finally rinsed it again, and the white floor and smooth table were as good as new.
I also put the books and used bath towels etc. that padded the body into a metal tub, poured gasoline over them and lit a fire to burn them.
It had been a busy night and I was finally done. I went back to the bathroom, took a serious shower, lit a cigarette, and it was time for me to go to bed.
Afterword: I spent a few days throwing the carcasses and crushers in the freezer into several reservoirs in the city. Don’t be surprised if you find a finger in the belly of a fish when you buy it back one day!
(not yet finished, please enjoy the next episode)