Autobiography: Bloody Cunt

Autobiography:  Bloody Cunt*

The name given to me at the time of my birth, and that which causes me shame in the world, is Brittany Paige Michaels.  When I was reborn into this life following the experience of being baptized by human blood that I took great pride in spilling while engaged in sexual congress with my victim, and with the eyes of my fellow Tribesman upon me, the Indisputable Chieftain Bloody Gavel declared that my Tribesman designation would be Bloody Cunt.*

In that moment I recall having my first unadulterated human experience.  I had earned that moment in time, and with the Indisputable Chieftain’s wordless blessing and with the 51 eyes of 26 Tribesman gazing with animalistic lust upon my bare, blood-soaked body, I reached climax as I felt the warmth beginning to pass from my victim's genitals.  I took great pride in being the only female to have ever been raised to the rank of a Peppermint Tribesman and I wanted my audience to envy something they would never experience.

The night of my baptism was never supposed to happen.  I was supposed to have been the victim for the initiate whose blood I spilled.  What the Indisputable Chieftain Bloody Gavel admits to have learned that night is that no Tribesman should ever underestimate a woman’s ability to blind a man with lust in order to get what she wants. 

As the evenings rituals continued, the Indisputable Chieftain was noticeably lost in thought until the meditation began.  Suddenly, and with blinding rage the Indisputable Chieftain tore the windpipe from the neck of the previous Worshipful Protector of Human Resources, Bloody Skillet, with his bare hand.  As the Indisputable Chieftain Bloody Gavel removed the fleshy tubes from Retired Tribesman Bloody Skillet’s throat, I was amazed to watch his dismembered tongue slither out of the gaping gore that was the remains of his neck and slide down his chest and onto the floor where moments later his lifeless body collapsed on top of it.  The Indisputable Chieftain immediately declared Tribesman Bloody Skillet’s death an Indisputable Retirement with High Honor.  Within moments, and much to my surprise, I was raised to the office of Worshipful Protector of Human Resources.  The Indisputable Chieftain also declared that the office of Worshipful Protector of Human Resources would now not only be responsible for finding worldly candidates for Sacred Rituals, but, for the duration of time I would have the privilege to hold the office, I would also be responsible for strengthening the resolve of Distinguished and Earned Members of the Peppermint Tribe when it came to women. 

“If it is discovered that any Tribesmen cannot resist the carnal advances I have now indisputably required of the new Worshipful Protector of Human Resources, then he will be forcibly and dishonorably retired with extreme prejudice.”

I have held the High Honor of Indisputable Torture in all three categories for nearly a year.

*Denotes Female Tribesman