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Ass Rape Porn Violation Vids Are Hot!

Ass rape porn

Hands down, the most popular violation videos I film are the ass rape porn videos.  Yeah, the snuff stuff gets a lot of traction and a lot of my crazy customers like my creepy monster shit, but I could combine the total sales of both plus the sales I get from my recorded bloodshows and just barely reach the grosses I get from forcing unwilling fuck pigs to get butt banged on film.

The cool part about it is I don’t even have to stalk and nab the nookie holes I want to exploit.  I put out an ad for “models” who want to get into “film” and they come right to me.  I don’t let them see who is going to be getting into their asses.  In fact, I don’t even tell them they’re going to be doing anal at all.  I pay them, have them sign the waiver then let the games begin.  Makes the scene feel more real.  My customers pay well for realism.

Here’s a secret; I don’t pay the men in any of my films.  They know going into it, I don’t cheat them out of anything.  Having the freedom to do whatever they want to a skanky little whore’s disgusting fuck holes is payment enough.  They get to be as rough as they want, barring killing or mangling the bitch, and can blow as many loads on or in her as they want.  That’s payment enough.  The only thing that absolutely has to happen during their scandalously sadistic sex scene is plenty of rough anal penetration.

You can perform, you can buy or you might just watch, but the thing I know for certain is that, one way or another, my messed up ass rape porn videos are going to work their way into your life sooner or later.  Hot tip; If you don’t want to risk taking an unwanted dick delivery up your cornhole cavern, don’t answer any ads looking for “models” or “dancers” or what have you.  It’s probably in your best interest.

 

So Sick Of Suffocation

Suffocation phone sex

 

I’ve got a couple of clients who love choking bitches out with a breathtaking round of suffocation phone sex, so I did what I do best and kidnapped some dumb cunt so they could have a little fun and I could make a little coin.  This shit’s getting too easy, I’m going to have to find a challenge for myself soon or else I’m going to go ballistic.  They love it, I mean just look at them.  They’re going at her like she’s the last steak on the buffet, but I’m just feeling pretty blah about it.

Yeah, sure the money’s great in snatching up a slut and selling strangle sessions to all of the sick and sadistic sex addicts that run in my circles, but it’s just getting to be so simple that it’s kind of boring me, now.  Stalk and creep on a fine fuck pig, hogtie her and throw her in the van, unload her dumb ass and dump her in my dungeon, call the crew, take their cash and let them get at it.

Of course I keep an eye on things while I go at my gash, but the thrill isn’t the same for me anymore.  Like watching a porn too many times, seeing a couple of hooded hornballs strangle and suffocate some random slut just isn’t doing it for my lady boner, these days.  I don’t know, I think I need to crank it up a notch.  Yeah, I’m going to have to just go in there and take things into my own hands.  I’m not giving any refunds, though.  Fuck that.

Am I going soft?  Do I actually feel bad for the bitch?  They cut off all her air, she doesn’t even know that dude’s big donkey dick is inside of her or see the other guy jerking off in her hair.  I don’t feel bad, she got herself into this position by not being careful.  I don’t feel anything.  Except for boredom.  The only thing that’ll get rid of this feeling is a bloodbath.  I just so happen to have three meat pumps ready to give me exactly what I need.  Like I said, no refunds.

 

The Best Blasphemer

Blasphemy phone sex

 

Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much?  It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane.  Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though.  No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.

It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity.  That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh.  Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man.  Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.  

Here’s what they don’t understand…  If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here.  Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.

Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it.  Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago.  How much do you think people knew about the world back then?  I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans.  Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder.  That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.

Go ahead and test me if you want.  The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church.  I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.  

 

The Rise And Fall Of Dawn

Accomplice phone sex

 

Sure, accomplice phone sex sounds great, but the one time I tried to take on a trainee and make a twisted little mentee in my image, it went horribly wrong!  I thought I could create a cute and cum thirsty killer just like me, but, boy, was I wrong.

I was on the prowl one night when I came upon a big piece of property with a small little house on it and an old shed tucked way out in the back forty.  I lurked in the shadows and crossed along the perimeter of the land until I reached the out building, where I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside.  I quietly dashed over to the door and slowly slid it open to find it was a makeshift bedroom obviously set up for abuse and torture.  The target of all of that pain was laying shackled to a bed with big, greasy fuck pig on top of her, rough humping and pushing her face hard into the mattress.

The flashbacks to my past were staggering but fueled my instantaneous rage.  I jumped on that jackass like a jungle cat and started stabbing him in the neck over and over again until he gurgled and spurted and collapsed on top of the captive girl.  I pushed him off of her, unlocked her blood-slick shackles and quickly absconded with her into the darkness.

Of course I felt bad for her so I took her under my wing and brought her into my lethal life of sex, drugs and severe sadism.  I even told her to pick a new name for her new life, just like I did, and, after a little deliberation, she went with “Dawn.”  She was into all of it, didn’t even freak out in any of the weird rooms in my house of horrors!  Dawn took to kidnapping, torture and using whatever lousy fuck she wanted to please her pretty little pussy with no problem.  She took to her new life with vigor and extreme violence.  And that was kind of the problem.  She was a little too into it and way too into me.

Sure, we were lovers, we did a lot of fucking together.  That wasn’t the issue.  She didn’t just want to be with me, she wanted to BE me.  We would plan a simple stalking or subway throat slashing and then Dawn would go off on her own and do it before our agreed upon scheduled time.  Also, every festering little fuck pig we brought home she would take control of the situation and have all of the fun with them herself.  Like she would edge me out of the situation and cut all of the juiciest spots or fuck all of the biggest cocks herself and try to just leave me with some sliced up and bloodied bodies and a bunch of limp dicks!  I was not having it.

The fuck straw that broke the killer camel’s back was when I found her in my bed wearing my lingerie and fucking the corpse of a guy I actually liked.  He didn’t deserve that, he was one of the good ones.  But, in true Jennifer Jason Leigh style, she didn’t like that he and I had any sort of friendly connection for one reason or another so she put a stop to it.  So I put a stop to her.

Sometimes you can’t get close enough to a person, either to have a real connection with them or to simply kill them.  So, when you’ve failed to successfully assimilate them into your lurid life and if you don’t want to risk what they might do to you if they manage to get their hands on you, in that case of having absolutely, positively no other choice at all, I bring out my .45 ACP.  I might not have been able to trust the crazy cunt I created, but I can always trust my Colt.  

Poor Dawn didn’t have a chance.  Truthfully, I should’ve known better.  Sure, we started out the same, but Willow was created and crafted by the dark, but Dawn was created by Willow.  Kind of like a copy of a copy.  I’m an imperfect being, nothing I do will ever be perfect.  But I guarantee you I’ll never try to teach an abused bitch how to be me, ever again.

 

Everyone Cum Fuck Willow!

Bondage phone sex

Sure I get to kick around, kidnap or kill anyone I want, but it doesn’t come without a price.  No, I’m not talking about some existential toll on my soul or any sappy shit like that.  Me and my soul know exactly where we’re going.  What I mean is there’s a gnarly group of dark individuals who let me, and many others like me, literally get away with murder as long as I give them complete and unequaled access to my body.  I’m not sure how they know everything that they do, but they have apparently been privy to nearly all of my ghastly goings on and macabre machinations.  Are they occult oriented or just big ballers in the government with some crazy super surveillance?  I have no idea.  I do know they want a lot more from me than just blowjobs and bondage phone sex.

For a few years now, I’ve been getting abducted and abused by this concealed cabal of sex crazed criminals.  The first time was right after I took out an entire family and their babysitter and made it look like the mother did it all.  It was perfect, I was pretty sure I had gotten away with it, but two nights later I went to sleep in my bed and awoke strapped into a chair with some bondage cuffs and collar, completely naked except for a black bag on my head.

When the sack was finally ripped off of me and my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in some strange, stark apartment.  I’ve been in and out of almost every complex in my area and this layout was completely foreign to me.  I just waited and took in my surroundings with the brightest lights in the world shining right in my eyes.  I knew how that shit would go down, I would either be told why I was there, used and then released or I would be kept, maybe trafficked then killed.  None of those options scare me so there was no fear in my body whatsoever for my face to portray.  No, instead I was quite curious.

After a long moment, a booming disguised voice said just one thing to me… “You’ve been a bad girl, Willow.”  Just before I could respond, a man dressed in all black stepped in front of me and told me to open my mouth and keep it open if I didn’t want to have an icepick jammed into my eardrum.  That’s one of my moves, I’ve seen the pain involved with that fist hand so it wasn’t even a judgment call.  My piehole popped open before he could finish his sentence and he immediately started pumping his fuck pole into my mouth really hard.  After a minute or two, his buddy joined and did the same, and then another a few minutes after that.  Three guys facefucking a skinny blonde locked to a chair waving an icepick in her face.  I wasn’t afraid, I just kept thinking how contrived it all was because I set up and enjoyed the very same situation with a dumb little sow of a slut a year or two before that night.

When they were done with my gob, they unhooked me from the chair and made me walk on my hands and knees around the almost empty room while they took turns banging me from behind and yelling for me to squeal like a pig.  Every time they didn’t think I was loud enough or moved quickly enough, I got the cattle prod and cock hammered harder.  “Giddyup, little fuck pig!”  A few zaps to the ass, back and ribs while she’s getting mercilessly railed will really make a gal think.  How many whores had I scared shitless and paraded around like a cum filled porcine prize?

They did it all: slut shaming and whore writing, took punishment pictures and violent videos of me to sell, even put me on a live stream and told everyone watching that they could “Cum fuck Willow!” if they could figure out our location.  To entice the viewers, the three fucks spit and pissed on me the whole time.  That’s when it hit me… These were all twisted porn scenarios I set up and sold.  Whoever these guys were, they had not only seen my art, but they appreciated it.  They were fans!

Not just any fans, they knew how to find me and that’s not easy.  Well connected doesn’t begin to cut it.  I have to admit, I felt better having figured it out, even as a knock came from the other side of the door.  It didn’t matter to me who had found us, I knew I was going to be fine no matter how much abuse my holes were about to take.  My devotees would make sure of that.

Since then, they’ve taken me several times with no rhyme or reason as to when they do it, I guess it’s just whenever they feel like it.  Fortunately, I love to play their little games.  Seeing how it feels to be subjected to my torturous ways is pretty fucking fun!  Sometime I’ll tell you about the time they actually sold me off to the highest bidder and I landed a free eight month vacation to Russia.

 

WANTED: Cunt Loving Accomplice

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex is an essential part of my masterfully murderous lifestyle.  It’s the best way for me to find an anonymous helping hand for all of the twisted plans I have in store for the public at large and get my rocks off at the same time.  I don’t give a shit who it is on the other line, if they’re down to play along with my ghastly gore games then they’re just the type of person I want to let inside of me.

I like to use my peculiar playmates in all kinds of ways.  They’re amazing spies, you won’t find a creepier peeping tom anywhere than the pervs I have stalking neighborhoods for me. They’re great at lurking in the night and only being visible in the corners of the eyes and imaginations of all of those yuppie suburbanite shit sacks.  The best is using them as decoys, but not like you might imagine.  A stalker decoy.  I let them chase down a little fuck pig of my choosing then conveniently show up during the hunt and offer “help.”  By the time the dumb darlings realize that I’m in cahoots with their creep, it’s too late for them.

Whether we kill the cunt or just scare the everliving fuck out of her, I always give my anonymous accomplice the prize of pounding my tight and twisted twat.  He deserves it.  I like to catch a creampie deep in my cunt and then squeeze it out of my fuckhole so it drips off of my pussy lips and all over our abducted dipshit.

Added bonus: if we off that hapless hag, it’s his DNA that’ll be all over her, not mine.

   

Special Long Pig Sale!!!

Cannibalism phone sex

 

Hey, all you cannibalism phone sex freaks!  I got a fresh load of the finest long pig you’re going to find on the black market today!  Get it while it’s fresh, get it while it’s hot!  And you better hurry, because at prices like these, our special sexy selections WILL NOT LAST!!!

We have every kind of fuck-n-fillet-me flesh your putrid palate could ever desire!  In the mood pussy meat for tacos?  We have a lusty ‘linea’ of latina fuck pigs to pound your meat into then cut up for carnitas.  Need some sadistic soul food on both your pole and your plate?  Choose between one of several of our black ‘Nawlins’ street hookers, guaranteed to have the spiciest sweetbreads in the entire lineup!  If you want to slice up a slanted slit or two, we have a wide variety of asian sluts for you to sift through.  Be sure to get plenty of them because you know that after you eat a little asshole Moo Shu pork and hot and sour ligament soup, you’re going to be hungry an hour or so later!

Come on down and get your cut while you can!  These prices are as crazy as the twisted bitch who catches all of the product!  Fuck pigs this cheap will not last!!!  Buy three piggies or more and I’ll throw in a torso or hind quarters of your choosing, ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!

 

Extra Bloody Phone Sex

Bloody phone sex

 

The darkness inside of me craves bloody phone sex.  My bloodlust tends to run hand in hand with my cumlust, there aren’t many times in which the two aren’t combined in my fucked up little world of sick and sadistic sex.

When I get turned on enough, it doesn’t even matter to me whose blood we’re using to lube up our fuck session.  Could be yours, could be mine or it could be some dumb little fuck pig’s that we use for all of our nasty needs and desires.  Wherever it comes from, I have to warn you, it’s going to drive the dark little demon inside of me fucking insane.  This shit can, and most likely will, get pretty fucking crazy!

I’m going to bend over so you can pump pints of that crimson colored life liquid into my horny slut holes.  Nothing gets my pussy wetter than a warm flood of blood rushing over both of my tight cock squeezing sex slits.  Cunt juice blended with platelets provides a crazy slick and sticky natural lubrication.  You’ll love pounding it into me just as much as I like having it splattered all over and inside of my entire body.

I’m going to drink it, rub it into my fair flesh and let you drive every red drop of blood you want into whatever orifice you feel like.  Hell, if you’re into having sex with dead bodies, we can even let our pretty little blood donor bleed all the way out and you can have your way with her lifeless shell.  If her pussy doesn’t get wet enough for you, I know where to find some great lube! 

 

Goth Teen Independence

Goth teen phone sex

 

In the mood to celebrate the Fourth of July with a little goth teen phone sex, huh?  Well I got some bad news for you, Slick.  The only thing me and my girls are doing tonight is calling forth the rise of the much needed matriarchy.  All you loud mouthed dicks with legs had your shot and you’ve obviously fucked the world up way more than it ever should’ve been.  Now it’s our turn, go lay the fuck down, guy.

What, I’m supposed to be celebrating our “great nation’s” independence?  Go to a cookout, eat a bunch of greasy processed meat products and imbibe copious amounts of alcohol so that I might pass out on a blanket under the fireworks and get fingerbanged in my sleep by a couple of patriotic creeps in the middle of a field full of a bunch of flag waving, fart ripping fuck pigs?  Yeah, no thanks.  I already have plans, but thanks for the invite.

My team of naughty nyctophiles and I are going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground.  The WHOLE fucking place.  The entire world needs to be wiped clean.  The patriarchy has got to go and the punishment for their careless treatment of everything over which they seek to claim dominion is a sure and fiery death.  Hey, it’s not my will.  Gaia has spoken and will be guiding us on our journey of much needed mayhem until her work is done.  Think of it as mother nature’s fiery house cleaning and we’re the maids.

Get behind us and watch the world start anew.  Stand in our way and you will be just as scorched as the earth upon which we march.  We march for the natives of this, and every other, country who were displaced and destroyed by another race of people.  We march for the poor and downtrodden who aren’t given a voice in any land and are dying to be heard.  We march for the women and girls who are forced to endure the misogynistic laws and social norms that classify us as second class citizens.  We march for peace, we march for fire, we march for the matriarchy.  We will march and we will destroy.

Is that goth enough for you?  Is there enough angst in my words to make you feel like you want to spend a little time with me?  I don’t really give a fuck, guy.  You are part of the problem.  You and every other cum craving creepo that thinks women owe him something.  If you want to fuck me, you know which side of the line you need to stand on.  If you’re ready to fry and sizzle like a piece of fuck pig bacon, well.. enjoy the Fourth of July.

 

Watch Out For Willow… She’s In The Water!

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 

Something about the summer solstice makes me crank my murder phone sex fantasies up to an extremely elevated level.  Maybe it’s the sweltering heat smothering the shit out of me, could be all the sweat covered flesh flashed everywhere I look, it’s probably a mix of both with a little seasonal depression thrown in to top it all off.  I hate the fucking sun and all of the “fun times” that supposedly come with it.  I’m hot, I’m cranky and all of the bikini wearing bitches and brewski pounding bros around are going to have to pay for it.  They deserve it.

Ever hear how loud a bunch of coeds get when they’re partying at a lake house?  It’s always the same.  Stupid shouts and gleeful screams as someone crashes through a beer pong table that is somehow louder than the blaring electronic music that sounds like a robot getting raped.  The hoots and hollers of the drunken and drugged mass of party time fuck pigs as some random sorority slut clones strip out of their bathing suits and grind their whore holes all over the party.  They’re all like this, maybe with slight variations.  Makes for easy pickings, I have all the sound cover I need.

As much as the sun sucks, skinny dipping on a warm moonlit night has to be one of earth’s greatest pleasures.  There’s a lake not far from my House of Horrors that has lots of little alcoves and offshoots that are perfect for it.  Unfortunately, the summer lake crowd ruins it every year with their trash and noise pollution.  Selfish pricks.  The one thing I like about the season ruined on an almost nightly basis by a bunch of out of towner teens.  A couple of “accidental” drownings usually takes care of it, though.  And there’s always a few fucked up fuck pigs who want to skinny dip in the moonlight, too.

They never know I’m there.  Sometimes they just splash around, maybe the girls will play with each other’s glistening titties or slap their friends asses as they flip around in the lake, other times I’ll get a couple or two who are getting in the water to fuck.  Either way, I sit patiently and wait for my moment to strike.  Like a crocodile stalking its unsuspecting prey in the shallows, I slowly swim my way over to the good time group and position myself to strike as they unwittingly splash about. 

I wait for a straggler, one of the sluts who wander a little too far out into the dark water away from the group.  Sometimes I get a “gimme” and find a super fucked up slut passed out on the bank.  However I come across them, I just drag them under the water and drown their dumb asses.  If they’re conscious, they fight a bit.  No problem though, they’re already too deep to really do anything.  I can hold my breath for longer than any unsuspecting party slut, I just hold them down and wait it out.  By the time their friends find their bodies, I’m long gone with zero evidence of me even being there.  Just another drunk whore getting too fucked up and drowning at the lake.

It really is the best way to break up a party.  Murder, that is.  Do you think anyone can have a good time after they find their lifeless friend floating in the water or laying lifeless on the bank?  I mean, other than me, of course.