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Snuff Movies, The Homemade Kind, are the Best to Watch

snuff moviesMaking snuff movies to sell on the dark net is a hobby of mine. And a way to earn a passive income. I put up a video, and men purchase the videos. Sometimes women too. And I take special requests for a fee, of course. So far, mostly men make the special requests because they want to see something they cannot see just anywhere. Plus, they want to see something that speaks to their own dark fantasies.

But this time, a woman named Veronica messaged me. She wanted to see me mutilate and torture a young boy. Now, I have had plenty of women hire me to torture their rivals or men who have wronged them. But this was the first time a woman wanted me to make her a private snuff porn involving a vary young boy. I do not judge.

Since I am about as sadistic as they come, I do whatever a person pays me to do. If it aligns with who I am, which is a dominant sick bitch, I do it. The money I collect from sick fucks like Veronica, lets me hunt and kill more frequently.

I Love Making Dark Content for Private Viewers

And I found Veronica a young boy like she wanted. And I enjoyed showing her off to him. His cock appeared tiny, and hairless of course. He cried too much, so I duct taped his mouth. Personally, I hate brats. Why I will never be a mother. Brats are nothing but germy, soul sucking, time consuming assholes. So, if you want to kill or torture one, I am perfect for the job.

She approved of him and gave me some instructions that included cock and ball torture sex of his tiny little hairless pecker and balls. I carved that boy up like a holiday ham. The younger they are the more they bleed. And the brighter the blood.  Eventually, I strangled him while she watched. Dismembered his body, which seemed super easy at his size and fed him to the wild. I had a very happy client. And she plans on hiring me to make more content for her in the near future.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies with a Sick Bitch and Her Teen Protégé Marley

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies turn me on. I am a gore whore. The more bloodshed the better for me. Which is why I kill in frenzy mode every chance I get. Although I do not play well with others, I kill well with others. So, sometimes I have an accomplice to enjoy murder with. Marley is a Goth teen girl. And as sick as they come.

I met her ten years ago when I saved her from a sexual assault by a much older man. Instead of running into my arms crying, so happy that I rescued her, she kicked him in the balls. No tears. She did have a lot of gratitude towards me, but she wanted him to pay.

So, I let her castrate him. Leaving him with a permanent reminder of what happens to men who attempt to force fuck the wrong bitch. She has been my accomplice phone sex partner ever since. I took her from an angry, vengeful little girl to a seasoned, methodical sick bitch like me.

And over the weekend, we celebrated her 18th birthday with murder. She knew some abusive asshole she wanted to snuff. He dated her bestie for a year but will not accept that it is over. And he has made her friend’s life hell. Glad to help. This time, I was her accomplice. Marley planned his death. Taking a page from my killer playbook, she lured him to my kill shack using her body as bait.accomplice phone sex

I Enjoy Taking Young Girls Under My Wing and Making Them My Proteges

She even drugged him like I would too. By the time they got to the death cabin in the woods, the roofie kicked in and he stumbled through the door. He saw me with a big butcher knife, dressed in black, and said, “Oh Shit,” before passing out. When he woke up, he was naked and strapped into my castration phone sex chair.

I let Marley do the honors. This was her show. But I watched with pride and joy as she used a rusty serrated blade to cut off his balls. His blood squirted everywhere, but she basked in the blood rain. If I had a daughter, Marley would be her.

I told her she could kill him or let him live as a ballless wonder. And she went with the latter because she thought he deserved a life of no sex and no predatory behavior. But she told him if he told anyone what happened in my kill shack, she would come back for his dick too. And she meant it. He knew it too. We won’t have any problems with him. And no woman will ever worry about him harassing her again either.

Killer Phone Sex Turned into a Killer Meal

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is in high demand this July 4th You know what I like to grill on this holiday weekend? Human flesh. And I have a shrimp on the barbie as they say down under right now. But I got him last week. Takes a while to prepare a meal the way I like. Tony thought I brought him home to fuck. But I told him he had a much higher purpose in my life.

I select my meat carefully. When it comes to eating the perfect meal, I require some things. First, I do not like hormones injected into my meat.  I prefer to eat organically. No Botox, no steroids, nothing like that. And that goes for implants too. Second, I like my meat to have some flesh on them bones. No skinny folks. I want to sink my teeth into well-cooked flesh. I do not want to just eat bone.

And thirdly, no whole body tattoos, or heavy piercing or hair dyes. Like I said, I watch what I eat. And what I put into my body needs to be organic and natural. Sure, I may be a cannibalism phone sex connoisseur, but I have strict requirements for my meals. And Tony checked all the boxes. A little plump, no tats, no piercings and from his body type, I could safely say no steroids either.

I Am Very Careful About What I Put in My Body

So, the first thing I did was bathe him. A warm butter bath for a few hours a day softens the skin. And makes any meal more succulent. Then I fed him corn meal and other calorie dense meals loaded with some herbs and spices to make his flesh taste better. However, he seemed to be in disbelief about what I was doing. But I assured him his death would not be in vain.

And he has been slow roasting over an open flame since last night. The meat tastes better if the food is cooked alive versus dead. But the large apple I put in his mouth dulled his screams. I should be able to enjoy his flesh around 4 pm. My snuff sex meal will be worth the wait. Tony might think he cooked alive in vain. But not me. He will feed me for months. And in this economy, a cheap meal that lasts for months is perfect.

Castration Phone Sex with My Protege Sierra is Double Trouble

castration phone sexYou know the only thing better than castration phone sex with me, is when you add my twisted friend and accomplice Sierra into the mix. Sierra and I go way back.  In fact, I knew Sierra when she was a young teen girl. And I like to think I helped mold her into the sick bitch she is today. Let me tell you how we met. One day, I went for a walk in the park. I always take the beaten path because I hate people. And I want to be left alone.

I heard screaming. A young female screaming. For the most part, I mind my own business. But I thought maybe some young girl fell off her bike or something. When I found the source of the screams, I discovered a dirty old man much like yourself trying to force fuck this cute young blonde girl. But the girl was fighting hard. For her age, to not freeze up in fear or just cry, seemed impressive to me. So, I decided to intervene. And I saw the potential to make her a sadistic phone sex bitch one day like me.

The man did not seem threatened by me. But he learned his lesson the hard way. I sprayed hand sanitizer in his eyes. And while he cried like a bitch, I restrained his wrists and his ankles with cuffs. Sierra watched in awe. And I saw the wheels turning. She wanted revenge. So, I gave her that opportunity. Yanked his pants down, then shoved dirt and grass in his mouth to mute him.

When I See Talent in a Young Girl, I Nurture it, Turn Her into an Evil Bitch Like Me

sadistic phone sexI looked at Sierra and said do what you want to him because he is your bitch now. Although I had knives on me, I always do, she appeared to think like me. She saw a Coke bottle, broke it in half, and used the jagged edge to carve her name in his chest. That’s how I learned her name. This dude started crying and dirt poured out his nose as he sobbed in pain. All I could do was  laugh at him and look at her with pride.

I knew she was not finished. She pulled his balls towards her body and I knew what would be next. She was my mini me. And I had to take her under my wing. After I watched her perform an impromptu extreme cock and ball torture sex move first, of course. Sierra dug the jagged coke bottle in the dirt first then sliced his balls off. She squeezed his severed testicles in her hands before shoving them down his throat. I watched this young teen girl go from victim to sadistic bitch quickly. And I’ve loved Sierra ever since.  Plus, mentored her wicked ways.

So, trust me when I say that if you are a pain slut and into extreme CBT play, you want Sierra. She learned from the best. And now she is my dark angel.

Violent Phone Sex is What Men Get When They Do Not Heed My Warnings

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is what I do. No vanilla shit for me. And for the love of Satan, no romantic baby talk with me. I am not your girlfriend. You are my victim or my accomplice, but nothing more. And I mean nothing more. However, just about daily either some dipshit tool calls me baby or honey on the phone or in person. I do not give off pet names and baby talk vibes. I’m a Goth babe. And a twisted one who kills anyone who looks at me the wrong way.

And David looked at me wrong. Plus, he would not stop calling me babe. We met at a bar where I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. All I wanted was to drink some fine Kentucky bourbon and talk to the bartender, who is a friend of mine. Even she warned the guy. But he kept saying babe this, honey that. And he got a free castration phone sex card from me because of it.

Men Need to Respect My Boundaries and Listen to Me or Lose Their Balls

I spiked his drink and took him home. He came out of his drug-induced coma and discovered himself tied to his bed naked. Perhaps his crime does not seem extreme to you. And it’s not extreme, but it was the principal of the matter. I asked him three times to stop talking to me in baby talk and he refused. Just ignored me. Kept hitting on me after I told him to vacate my personal space. And that pissed me off. So, he needed a lesson.

Since I never leave home without a knife or two, I felt prepared to castrate him. I had no castration band. But I found rubber bands in his kitchen drawer and used those to cut the circulation off and decay his balls. I put those rubber bands on tightly too. His balls started turning blue instantly. And that made me smile. He pleaded to know what I was doing and why. Simple, I told him. He earned a free ball removal for not respecting my boundaries and hitting on me.

Persistent men like that who never take no for an answer do not deserve their balls. And I told him to feel grateful that all this sadistic phone sex bitch planned to do to him was slice his balls off. I left his dick so he can pee. But his sex drive, I killed. And I killed his erections permanently. Now, perhaps he will not hit on women tell him no.

Killer Phone Sex Overkill Excites Me

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gets bloody with me. What can I say? I love overkill. I used to tell myself that when I killed someone, I went into overkill mode because it made it look personal. An excessive death alerts the authorities that the murder of the victim resulted from a personal beef. And that throws suspicion off me. But the reality is I have anger issues. I hate the world most days, and I just like killing in a frenzy. After I have tortured my victim, of course.

I am not an opportunity killer. Sometimes, I kill a jackass or a cunt I meet out and about, but I usually wait to kill them later. Like a hunter, I stalk my prey. And kill when I have the best chance of getting away with it. And I always get away with snuff sex because I am smart. Sure, I kill folks who piss me off. But if I have direct ties to that person, I kill a surrogate instead. That’s how all folks should kill.

Essentially, I teach folks how to get away with murder. When Julie saw my mercenary ad on the dark web, she hired me to teach her what I know about killing and getting away with it. She wants to kill her abusive ex-boyfriend. Get this. Not only did he abuse her during their 8-year relationship, but she must also pay him palimony because their relationship is considered a common law marriage. No Mike, no more palimony and no more living in fear.

I Love to Kill and Teach Others to Kill

I felt for her. No man deserves respect let alone his life if he abuses a woman and takes her money too. Instead of teaching her how to get away with murder, I told her I would kill him for her. And I gave her a significant discount. Although I wanted to go into overkill mode with him, I needed this death to not look personal and throw suspicion on my accomplice.

So, I made it look like a robbery. Just one stab wound instead of 100. Although I wanted to make his body disappear, if I did that, she’d still need to shell out money because only death would end the court mandated palimony. Can I tell you how hard it was for me not to go helter skelter on this low life? But I checked my violent phone sex tendencies and stabbed him in the gut to bleed out. He appeared drunk, so he made an easy target for robbery.

I drove his carcass to the druggy party of town and dumped his body. But I took his wallet and watch, and expensive designer shoes. When they find his body, his ex will provide an airtight alibi taking her off the suspect list. Another dead leach? No one will miss him. But now I need a violent, over kill kill. Maybe you should be my next victim.

Strangulation Phone Sex Because I Can

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex I enjoy. Of course, you cannot strangle me. If you even think about it, I will rip your cock off with my teeth. Men underestimate me all the time. But I can strangle the life out of you. Sometimes, like this weekend, it was all I could do to save my life. A guy hired me to help him kill his baby mama who he told me wanted to bleed him dry.

Normally, I do not ask questions. I take the money and run. I am an equal opportunity killer. But this guy misrepresented himself. And he wanted me to kill his daughter too. Why? Just to save money? When I questioned his motives, he tried to strangle me. Misogynistic men never survive me. So, I gave him a swift kick to his nuts. And I pulled out a knife I had strapped under my breasts and sliced his tendon. That hobbles a man quickly.

Men Who Try to Hurt Me End Up Dead

Although I wanted to make him a snuff porn star then, I also love to make folks suffer. The slice to the tendon did cause significant pain, but not enough for my preference. I cut and stabbed him a bunch more times, but not enough to kill him. Just enough to make him wish he was dead. I planned on strangling him to death like he attempted to do to me. Karma is a bitch I told him.

After a couple hours of torture, I strangled him. Watching the life run out of his eyes, I just smiled. He put up a good fight, but I evened the playing field when I sliced his tendon and left him with over 100 cuts on his body. Of course, I took the money he agreed to pay me. Never did kill his wife. She would be better off without him. I dumped his lifeless body in a wooded area for wild animals to feast on. I killed him at his house, not mine this time. But I left none of my DNA at his place. I am a smart killer, even when I kill in impulse.

Men, I am stronger than I look. Do not attempt to hurt or kill me unless you have death wish.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies Find Inspiration in Horror Movies

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies I masturbate to often. I love the sight, the smell, the feel and taste of blood. Perhaps, I should have been a vampire. It should be no surprise that I love horror movies. I am not the rom com kind of woman. Not the romance kind either. So, no Notebook for me. Sometimes, horror movies inspire my kills.

I love Eli Roth movies for their graphic nature. And Hostel 2 might just be my favorite. For one scene too. Although I love the premise that we can buy a snuff experience, the movie resonates with me because of this one scene. A woman buys a snuff experience in the opening of the film. And she buys a young woman too. Then she suspends her above her while she lies in a metal bathtub 4 foot below her. And after she teases the kidnaped girl with a sickle, she eventually splits her open and lets her blood and entrails wash over her.

Horror Movies Like Hostel 2 Inspire My Snuff Kills

But that scene alone inspired many of my snuff sex kills. And I saw an opportunity to recreate another movie moment over the weekend. I lured this young teen girl to my place. She thought I hired her to walk my dogs not to bathe in her blood. When it comes to blood, a young girl makes the perfect victim. A young girl’s blood tastes sweeter. It took nothing to subdue her once she picked up on my sinister vibes.

I knocked her out. And she woke up naked and suspended over my also naked body. She looked like an angel flying above me. Her fear made my pussy wetter. I took my sickle and slowly sliced her open. Her blood cascaded over me like a wave. Her entrails followed. As I rubbed her bright red blood into my Goth white skin, I saw the life drain out of her. Literally drain out of her.

But I took in the experience. Savored my sadistic phone sex kill. Young virgin blood will help me age gracefully. And keep me looking like I am in my 20s still. She may not have appreciated her sacrifice, but I did. I even saved some of her blood for my morning smoothies.

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Torture Sex Fantasies Turn Real When You Fantasize about Castration

torture sexTorture sex fantasies never remain fantasies for me. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture. Although I do castrate losers, sometimes I just enjoy ruining their junk without removing a man’s balls. There is a thing called chemical castration. Although it refers to taking a pill to kill the sperm, I have my own form of chemical castration.

When I am in the mood to ruin a guy’s manhood, I put on spiked heels and do a little jig on his testicles. That deflates them. Ruins them for life. Sometimes, I put a castration ban around a pair of nuts. But cutting off the blood flow kills the balls. Destroying those testicles rendering them useless. And once a loser’s balls shrivel up and die, they can no long procreate or fuck. However, most days, that satisfies me enough. I love the fact that men can look down at their dead balls and remember me fondly.

Okay, perhaps they do not remember this sadistic phone sex bitch fondly. But they will always remember me. And hopefully they will have nightmares about me forever. Trevor, my latest victim, begged me to castrate him. How fucked up are you if you beg me to castrate you? I do not play games. So, no roleplays for me. If you tell me you fantasize about a sexy bitch mutilating your junk, I deliver.

I Do Not Do Fantasy Castration. Real or Nothing with Me.

Poor sap. I shocked him when I turned his fantasy into reality. Not a problem for me. And, I feel no remorse for such things. In fact, I never feel remorse. I make the world a better place for women when I neuter losers like Trevor. We had some drinks at a Goth bar. Then I took him back to his place and tortured his balls. You cannot tell me you have fantasies about castration phone sex and expect me to simulate your cock and ball torture. But I do not work that way.

I tied Trevor up and trampled his worthless nuts. I put on some Led Zepplin and danced in my spiked heels on his nuts officially busting each nut. His screams of pain only made me dance longer. Your pain is my aphrodisiac. Even though I ruined his balls in less than ten minutes, I kept on torturing his dead sack with needles and razor blades. When I left him, he had passed out in his own puke with his balls dying. Perfect date night for me.