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 BAD MUMMY DECIDES
   Intro: Dear Readers, thank you for your thoughts and suggestions on what
Bad Mummy should do next.  I realise now, belatedly, that I'll upset as
many people as I please.  I imagined that most would desire to read of the
most graphic demise of my daughter and I loved that !  Oh, I wanted so to
feel the evil rise within me.  Feel that delicious, sick, perverted
wickedness at the things I was doing to my own child.  Wonderful feelings
of sickly corrupting myself.  Yes, that's what I now dream of.  Being so
twisted I would happily accept any foul awful event in the world and feel
not remorse or mercy but the gut wrenching joy of welcoming sexually
excitement as the evil seeped deeper and deeper within me.
   But I have found that most of you are too goodhearted.  You want her to
live!  To pleasure others and of course yourselves.  Yes, she is being made
into something unique; perhaps she shouldn't be so easily wasted.  I'll
give her to you when she's done with.  Why not?  Have her, take her, I want
you to.  Dream on what you'd like to do with her, to her.  Dream wonderful,
sick fantasies and maybe tell me your dreams.  No.  Maybe not.  Your dreams
are perhaps best kept secret.  They belong to you.  Don't expose them
unthinkingly to the world.  Unless you want to of course.  Sometimes, that
can be nice.
   However, I won't let go of my own desires that easily.  She must give me
what I want.  I KNOW THAT NOW.  I want to swim in evilness, so she must
suffer.  Thank you Anders for giving me the way.
  
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   I came back into the lounge to see her lying there on the couch, my
Penny, still asleep.  I pulled back the covers and looked lovingly at her
bruised cunt.  For a moment I wanted to find a stick and beat it more, but
I had a promise to keep.  I was to send Ann a reply today.  Ann had found a
key that had opened up a wish for evil within me I hadn't know existed. 
Now I craved it.  She wanted me to kill my child.  The ultimate sacrifice,
she said.
   "Do it how you like, my darling" she said on my leaving "Rope.  Knife.
Razor.  Hot poker.  There are some many ways I could tell you of.  Some
many ways it has been done.  But it is for you to decide.  You must be the
one and I promise, once it's been done you'll never regret it" she kissed
me "What I have to show you, what you will do, what you will have done to
you once you've crossed the threshold is beyond your dreams"
   I sat down and opened the laptop.  As I selected her name I started to
shake and stopped to light a cigarette.
   "Dearest Ann.  Mistress" I begun
   I have thought hard and long about killing Penny in the most horrific
ways and I want to do it.  I can't wait to torture her with cruel sharp
skewers, ram hot metal into her cunt.  Choke her out, time and time again.
But, I have another idea.  Why waste her.  Why let her go so easily.
   Do you know someone with syphilis or a similar disease with which she
could be infected so I can witness her suffering over many years and enjoy.
Do you have access to drugs that she can be injected with to make her a
full blown addict and then a crack whore.  A filthy, disgusting creature
made to live her life in dark, stinking alleys, willing to suck any dirty
cock for the next wrap.
   She would be willing, happy to experience any torture for her drug. 
Service dogs.  Abuse babies.  Ann, don't you see.  That way we could have
her FOR LIFE.  Make her into any depraved, dirty thing we want.  What hours
of pleasure that may bring me, knowing I was the cause of all her
suffering. The perverted joy of seeing her willingness to do anything and
ask for more.  There may also be pleasure for me in my own denial.  Why not
let that send me mad.  Why should my mind be spared if my body is to
suffer.
   Yes, my darling mistress, I want to suffer to.  Take me.  Torture me. 
Please.  Do the most perverted things to both of us.  I want my cunt, my
mouth, my arse filled with shit.  Even kill me.  Yes, as I think of it I
feel dizzy with desire and the expectations of what might be done, how it
would be done.  Darling Ann.  But, it is also my mind I wish to give to you
to destroy.  Corrupt me, utterly.  I ask for no return from my complete
perversion, nor want one.
   I await your answer.  
  
BAD MUMMY DECIDES