I adore Tim Burton’s “The Nightmare before Christmas”. It’s a fantastic, witty, and sexy movie….Now the movie plays on a loop on my DVD player; the movie is going to be the soundtrack to my evening’s fun.

I have spent an age preparing my basement for this evening’s fun, and now after spending time and money, I have the perfect play pen; Sound proofed for that bit of extra fun.

“Nightmare” plays on the flat screen as I start my Sally’s nightmare.
Her perfect porcelain young body is strapped down on the heavy oak table that sits in the middle of the basement, and while she is straining against her rope bonds her fragile frame is no match for the bindings. Spread in an X, her legs are wide open exposing her hairless cunt.

“My rag doll….” I lean down and smell her skin. My hands are roaming her lily white skin, groping her small breast and smooth pussy mound.

“Plee..a..se…stop…” She speaks in a tiny soft voice like a church mouse that is afraid of waking the dead.

“It’s ok Baby…” I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead “Everything will be better soon…” With the words of comfort spoken I climb onto the Oak table, my naked form kneeling between her legs. I rape her with my eyes, and it takes all my self control not to simply ram my stiff aching cock into her, already my cock is drooling precum, but I know I have to deny myself the pleasure for now.

Without taking my eyes of her perfect body, I fumble around and find my knife; it’s a small sharp blade which I’ve lovingly sharpened for this perhaps.

I bring the blade up and slowly slid its cold edge over my doll’s breasts, and I am immediately rewarded with a crimson line of blood that pours from the cut. I continue my slow cutting, marking the girl with the blade.

My cock is aching, and as the blade slices I’m greeted by a scream from the girl that nearly makes me ejaculate. She screams and screams, pleading and begging me to stop, but it only makes my blade dance faster on her flesh. I cannot wait any longer and while I slice the bitch with my knife, I plunge my hard cock into her waiting Pussy.

With deep grunts I ram my cock into the tight pussy, moaning in pleasure as I force her to take every inch of my raging hard-on. She gasps as I violate her, screaming even louder as both my cock and knife violate her body. Again and again my cock pierces the girls body, ripping apart her tight little womb.

“STOP!STOP!STOP!” She screams the words like a mantra as she squirms beneath me, tears flowing down her face, but her protestations only make me violate her harder and faster, and soon with a rewarding moan I unload in her womb, filling up the little bitch with my seed.

The girl sobs, and I am sated with her flesh, but my knife still flashes over her skin. Soon the pattern is forming on my angel, for my cutting isn’t merely for the fun of it, so while the flowing blood and screams are still driving me insane with lust, the outstanding reason is the creation of the this girl as my rag doll. The individual slices are becoming the pentagram I’ve so long needed to cut into flesh; a pentagram carved into her pale flesh.
This little cunt will soon be my marked bitch, cut into a sliced up rag doll who will forever be mine…

I watched her Bleed and cry, and felt my need rising again. It boiled within my soul and made my cock swell. I couldn’t help myself. I had to act on my desires, but my little angel wasn’t ready for another session yet. I looked at my watch….I had time for a quick adventure while my angel recovered..

It was ten o’clock at night and I drove through the dark streets looking for my new prey. I knew she’d be alone tonight, her parents had told me so. They were so proud that their little princess was mature enough to stay home alone while they had their ski weekend away. I parked my car well away from the target, and glided through the night to the house. I let myself in through the unlocked backdoor… a door that I had hoped the tiny girl would have forgotten to lock. It was the same trick I used to first capture my angel.

Even after having cum so hard in my rage doll, I felt my cock swell agai as I crept up the stairs to her bedroom, I could almost smell her innocence as I gently opened her bedroom door. And there she
was. Her body was illuminated by the glow of the television she’d left on… An innocent fifteen year old angel lying sprawled out on her bed.

Tis bitch was fifteen, and so innocent. Oh of course on the outside she showed the world a toughexterior… she had embraced the Goth culture and enjoyed wearing all the markings of that culture… but inwardly and in
her own private world she was still an innocent little girl, her outward show of being a Goth bitch was just that… a show. I stalked towards the bed and gently crawled over her. She wiggled and grunted as she slowly awoke… “Wha-what’s happening?” My cock felt like it was going to burst
as I heard her innocent voice laced with confusion. I punched her in the
face, a sudden violent blow as I loomed over her. Blood splattered across
my leather gloves and across her bed as her nose cracked from the blow.
She gasped in pain and her lungs filled with air to scream, so quickly I covered her mouth with my gloved hands. “Fucking bitch!” I gasped the words as I now lay myself on top of her squirming and struggling form, tapping her mouth to give myself more freedom over this fucking whore. Her muffled scream turned to a muffled plea for mercy, making my cock swell that much more. She looked so beautiful, her bloody and terrified face
illuminated only by the eerie glow of the television. “Mmm so beautiful…”

I licked her face, tasting the blood and tears. Longperverted licks of this young undefiled angel’s face, my saliva mingled
with her blood and tears, she cringed like a whipped animal as my tongue
explored her face. “Oh Bitch, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She struggled
desperately to no avail as I ripped her pajamas off, those childish Pajamas that showed she was still an innocent baby not a Goth whore. Her lily
white skinned looked so perfect. I just had to corrupt it. I started to bite her. Sinking my teeth into her neck, her face, and her blossoming
tits. I couldn’t help myself, her cries of pain and her wild thrashing
about only made me hurt her worse. I tore at her skin with my teeth, sinking my teeth so deeply into her face that I could taste blood…
beautiful innocent blood. “Oh Bitch! You taste like heaven!” I purred the
words into the ear of the struggling child. My cock was swollen to the point of pain, so I decided to give myself what I wanted. With a grunt of
pleasure I unzipped myself and pressed my cock against the child. I fumbled with her pajama bottoms and thrust myself into her tight cunt.

She struggled desperately to stop the penetration, her arms flayed widely
against me in an attempted to stop my rape – it only encouraged my violent attack. I thought of my ragdoll bleeding in my basement, and with hatred I rammed my cock through her virginal cunt, fucking
into the sow’s cunt with violent thrusts. I could feel blood coating my
cock as I rammed my meat into the tight slut’s cunt. With every thrust into her, my other attacks on her became more violent. My teeth sunk deeper into her face, tearing away a lump of flesh from the innocent angel’s perfect face. I rolled the piece of child flesh around in my
mouth… her blood leaked down my face… I was in heaven… Grunting with excitement I rammed myself faster and faster into the rag doll angel.”I thought you wanted to be a gothic chick! I thought you fucking Goth whores liked this sort of thing!” I taunted the girl as I raped her,
mocking that outward show that had drawn me to her. I wanted her to believe this was her fault. She went limp with my words, and gave a
pathetic whimper. All resistance faded from her abused body. She was a rag doll now, a fucking toy for me to use up.

I laughed as I rammed myself in her faster and faster, cracking a fist into her already bloodied face
over and over, turning her once pristine lily white face into a red swollen bloody mess. Then the urge rose in me, my balls tingled and I knew I was
going to cum….. So I did it… I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed. My cock rammed in her as I squeezed the life out of her. Her
eyes were wide with terror and the fight returned to her, she bucked and
struggled widely to separate herself from me. It was no use, it was never any use… my hands squeezed ever tighter around her neck, snuffing the
life out of her as I raped her cunt. How I wished my Angel could watch me kill this bitch.

I howled in delight as her eyes rolled up into her head, my orgasm was so intense. I shot load after load into her cunt. I rammed myself one
last time inside her, giving her every last drop of my jizz as she died. My orgasm was even more intense because I knew that her last feeling on
this earth was my jizz inside her ruined cunt. Her body went limp, but this time it wasn’t the limpness of defeat but the limpness of death.

I lay on top of her for over an hour, feeling her body cool. Then, we made love. I slowly made love with that dead cold body, showing her thanks for
allowing me to ravage and kill her. I took my time and treated this muse the way she now deserved to be treated, my hands slid gently over her body, lovingly exploring her. I kissed her deeply as I came within her again,
tenderly loving her cold dead body as I emptied myself within her again. I
slowly slid off my angel, I didn’t want to leave her but all good things must come to an end. I gave her a farewell kiss on her now cold lips and stroked her hair. I left with my monstrous desires sated for the time being.

She had been a good girl really….now to return to my Sally in the making…

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