Some one ask me “If you could get away with anything without consequences what would you like to do?” My thoughts getting to darker corners ever since. Things like rape, mutilations, murder keep returning and it turns me on big time.

I have some underage girls living nearby and im fantasising about abducting, raping and murdering them. After that i would keep the bodies and abuse there corpses.

Think something wrong with me, anyone else have such dark thoughts?

This site made me a freak. Im looking through al these filthy pervert confessions and keep thinking about al the dirty kinky taboo things i would like to do. Im married but lately im looking at sex advertising sites to get in contact with a pervert girl who is as depraved as me.

The sex with my wife is good and often but not really the real kinky stuff, so I hope i can find a girl online otherwise im thinking off drugging, raping and abusing my wife.

I also look at teen girls lately due to all the taboo confessions here, never think i would be like that but can not resist the though of abuse a teen girl. Would love to rape her. Fuck her throat until she pukes all over herself, turn her around and pound her ass till it bleeds then fist her pussy till its broken. Leave her behind as the cocksleeve she is. Think i will practice on my wife first…..

I'm a trans f (MtF) and my gf is a regular f. My ultimate fantasy is for someone to kidnap us both and then rape & breed her over and over, and raise her offspring to become new sex slaves. I'd even help train her kids. It turns me on so much thinking about it. I want it to become real so bad, but I know we'd spend the rest of our lives as sex slaves if it happened. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad though

I remembered when I was 13 and woke up to my dad and his friend cuming in my ass and pussy. I still don't know what happened, but I remember eating dinner with them and getting really sleepy. I pretended to be asleep still and they just left me there.

We never talked about it, but I think it must have happened alot because they didn't act like it was a new thing. I still don't know how much they did it to me before or after since I always suffered from falling asleep at random times and having hemorroids and other issues. When I became an adult, all those ailments stopped, so it must have been most of my childhood.

I grew up in an offshoot of the FLDS church, like Sister Wives or Big Love, but way stricter about certain things. Having left years ago, I'm 41 Male and have been out for 20 years, I can tell you some of the things you see on TV are tame in comparison to what my family believes. And the shit that happened...

Anyway, my father has 22 kids to 4 women. All of the girls are taught to be subserviant to men in all ways. That includes the 6 boys. Even my Moms were conditioned to never speak up to us.

Around 8, the prophet sat me down and told me that I was a man now (it's a weird belief in the church that 8 is the age that kids become adults) and that meant I had to start doing adult things. At first it was stuff like collecting tithing, doing home teaching visits, and helping with the sacrament, but by 12, all the boys, and I mean ALL of us, were helping the prophet find the right girls for him, the ones that would be in his eternal family. I think he would have us help because kids talk to kids differently than they talked to their parents. I was 13 when he wanted me to pick which of my sisters would be a good wife. My sisters were happy to be in the running, so they kept trying to serve me to show which ones would be the best.

I was at the age where I was horny, so after a while, I started making them prove they would do anything. I made them pray naked, I would make them do chores in their underwear when my moms were busy, and after the prophet told me that masturbation wasn't really a sin if it was witnessed by your wives, I made them watch me maturbate to prove which ones would be good witnesses.

The three that were not scared were the ones I focused on and I asked the prophet which one he wanted. He choose my 9 year old sister, but I didn't tell them that because he said he would talk it over with my dad. I told all three they had another test and that night, all three came to my room where me and two brothers slept. I made them get naked and climb into my bed while we "examined" them.

We touched all three in ways we never should have, but I still think about. I told my brothers, 10 and 12, about the prophet's choice, so we looked at her holes but didn't touch them. My 14 year old sister let me put my penis inside her until I "expressed God's joy" while my brothers fondled and masturbated over my 11 year old sister. My 14 year old sister had not known any man, so she cried, but afterwards I promised to tell the prophet that she did what she was supposed to do. The 9 year old just laid on her back and let me touch her while I did this.

The prohet did marry the 9 year old, and a year later, he proposed that because I had deflowered my sister, she would be one of my wives. It was about 2 years after that my dad, the prophet, and some other men were arrested because, on top of marrying 9 year olds, they kept recordings on their wedding nights as "official records" of the church. Some of them got out onto the internet and people found us. If you've seen some videos of that kind of thing, there's a chance you've seen my dad.

Most of the kids got out and away, and we lost contact, though the sister I deflowered and I still talk. We've both gone through counselling and I've apologized to her, but at night, sometimes, I still think about and want to do it again.

unlike every fake confession im here to admit the reality of desperately wanting to rape someone, first you see the person you have in mind and your brain automatically starts to release adrenaline through your adrenal glands and every moral standpoint youve ever had vanishes. Now you are in complete "animal mode" with only 1 goal.

Right before you do it you are going to end up in a trance like state especially if its your first time and your brain is going to be in autopilot, your heartrate is going to increase and your hands are going to be shaking from excitement about what youre going to do.

Now lets talk about the pros and cons;

PROS- having complete control over someone else body that you feel sexual desire for literally feels better than cocaine, you will feel emotions youve never felt and when you cum you will make alot of noise due to the excess amount of serotonin, it will be something out of this world

CONS- As soon as you cum if youre not horny anymore you are going to look at the person and either think 2 things "Wtf did i just do" threaten them and let them go or "I have to get rid of them" and finish the person off which turns it into homicide, best case scenario you get away with rape and the person never tells anyone within 2 weeks of it happening since dna evidence will still be adequate worse case scenario you kill them and get charged with murder 4 years down the line.

So to summarize all of that if you have nothing left to live for and you feel severely depressed and youre contemplating suicide you can do whatever you want rape a bitch and end your life if thats your plan but for fucks sake if you have a good life with everything you need dont throw away your life by raping whores, unless you are 100% certain youll get away with it, always remember to wear gloves and never cum anywhere near the bitch youre raping DNA is against us all

When I was a girl, I was taken by a man. He had me for four days before the police found me. Years later, my therapist had me write out how I felt in the moment. I still have what I wrote for her. Here it is:

He splayed me out across his king size bed and I watch him slowly and methodically take away any shred of innocence I had. Wrapping the restraints around me, he seemed deep in thought. I silently evaluated what he was planning. I remained quiet as each rope was pulled tight. Breathing calmly, I anticipated the deep helplessness. I anticipated death. I watched this man move, he was intense like a storm building on the horizon. His eyes gave away his disturbing contemplations. I knew what he is thinking. I could feel his thoughts as clearly as I feel his hands on me. My wrists and ankles were bound, muscles pulled tight. I am naked, stretched out and exposed. I am at his will.

Then I recognized his smell. I knew him. He was my dad.