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Making Snuff Movies Helps Me Improve My Skills

snuff moviesAlthough I watch snuff movies, I prefer to make them. I like to catch some of my kills on film. Sort of a learning tool I use to improve my skills. And I make a lot of torture videos too. Primarily cock and ball torture videos. And I use those for the same reason but also for blackmail. I keep predators in check. If they mess with me or somebody who I feel protective about I will make sure the world knows I took their balls and why.

Charlie needed a reminder. I took his balls a decade ago for spiking girls’ drinks and force fucking them. A preppy younger guy who came from a lot of money. But he somehow got his rocks off preying on my kind. I ended his career. Trust fund boy. The kind of money that can buy him out of all the trouble in the world. So, I took the law on my own hands and neutered the bastard. But recently, I got wind that he’s back to drugging girls again. He’s just not stupid enough to come into my bar.

But he is stupid enough to keep drugging women. This time I guess he’s using some sort of prosthetic penis like a rubber dildo type thing that he puts over his limp dick to fuck these girls. So, I decided to catch up with my old friend. This time he left me no choice, but to take his dick too.

Since Your Dick is a Privilege, it Can Be Revoked

A friend of mine helped set him up. That man does have a type. And I knew he could not change his stripes. So, the bartender of the Goth bar he works out of lately helped me set him up. He gave a drink to a girl at the bar and the bartender switched it out when she saw him drug it. She texted me. I waited about 20 minutes, made my entrance and escorted him out. The drugs kicked in and he didn’t even know what planet he was fucking on.

By the time he came out of his drug stupor, he found himself back in my castration chair once again. He remembered me. I don’t think a man ever forgets the woman who gave him such extreme cock and ball torture sex that he literally lost his balls. I told him I knew he violated our agreement. The fucking loser thought all I would do was upload the video of me castrating him. So, I took a butcher knife and chopped the tip of his dick off. No warning. And nothing to control the bleeding.

Castration and Cock Mutilation Remind Predators Not to Fuck with Me

I tossed the tip to my dog who ate it in front of me. He begged and bled. So, I showed a little mercy and I cauterized the wound. But I just did that to make him think I would not chop more off. And for the next couple hours, I chopped a little bit more off each time. Eventually, his entire worthless dick disappeared into my dog’s belly. And when I say worthless, I mean limp. Now I told him if he violates this agreement, the only thing left for me to take would be his life. I think he might believe me now.

Although I do end a lot of men’s lives, I keep some alive, especially predators so that they live with the constant reminder of what their actions cost them personally. And I know if anybody deserved killer phone sex it was this repeat offender. But I just enjoyed butchering his worthless limp dick. He’s going to piss in a bag for the rest of his life. I don’t think he’ll bounce back from that. But if he does, I’ll be ready, and I will kill him the next time.

Ass rape porn is a lot of fun with me as the accomplice

Ass rape pornAss rape porn, a delightfully depraved mission for Yours Truly. The twisted temptress Roxy!

I’ve got my eyes on the perfect pawn for our debased game – a sniveling sack of shit teen, quivering like a leaf.

Mmm, your cock is going to destroy that little asshole!

I snap my fingers, and the little bitch kneels at my feet. You know your trusted accomplice would never let you down. Look at how tight her little body is.

Before he can even whimper a protest, I have her over my lap, her puny cries muffled by my manicured hand. This is going to end with her begging for the mercy of death, and I’ll enjoy every humiliating moment leading up to it.

As I position Daddy’s thick cockhead at her twitching little pucker, I can hear her tiny brain short-circuit with terror. Deceitfully, I kiss her deep, as you slide your cock in her bloody asshole.

She squirms desperately, but I hold her in place like a bug pinned to a specimen board. You are pounding her so fucking hard. Your cock is so powerful that Snuff sex victim’s anus isn’t going to last long, but it will make a great video!

 

 

Torture Sex is My Idea of a Romantic Evening

 

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My Master had me ready for torture sex. Spread-eagle and hogtied, my wrists and ankles cinched so tight the hemp rope bit deep into my skin. I was shaking, a desperate, leaking mess, while he called me a useless, hole-hungry slut. I loved every word of it.

Then came the wax. He tilted the candle, letting the searing, molten heat drip slowly onto my swollen nipples. I screamed as the hot wax hardened, trapping the heat against my skin. He didn’t stop there; he poured a thick, boiling stream directly onto my clit and across my soaking wet cunt. The contrast of the burning wax and my pulsing heat was electric, leaving me sobbing and begging for more.

But the real punishment started when he flipped me over. No lube, no warnings—just a thick, punishing cock slamming into my tight ass. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back while he fucked my ass raw. Every thrust was a brutal reminder that I’m nothing but his toy. He hammered into my gut, calling me a filthy little cum-dumpster while I choked on my own moans.

I’m still sore, still smelling like wax and sex, and I can’t wait for him take out his snuff sex fantasies on me again!

Stay deviant.

Snuff Sex: This is The Ultimate Dark Pleasure

Snuff sex is the ultimate dark pleasure. Therefore, I stalk the neon‑lit alleys, hunting cracked‑out whores whose bodies scream disease. And the filthy bums that look for an easy opportunity.
First, I lure them with a promise of cheap thrills and free drugs. Then I drag them into the abandoned warehouse where the walls swallow their cries.
After they stumble inside, I strip them naked and bind them spread-eagled on the cold concrete. While they tremble, I drive my knife deep into their pussy, feeling the hot blood spill as I fuck the wound.
As their screams fade, I carve x’s across her nipples. So, watching crimson run down the bared flesh while I continue to thrust.
Subsequently, I flip her over onto her belly. And on those burning slit nipples in a nice salted floor. Then I ram the blade into the asshole. I choke my victims further with a thick leather belt.
Ultimately, tightening it until their eyes bulge and their faces turn purple.
Finally, I watch their bodies convulse. While there’s cum mixing with blood and piss. It all depends on whether it’s a man or a bitch.
Ultimately, I am an equal-opportunity destroyer. Then I step into the rain, letting the storm wash the filth into the sewers where they belong.
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Torture Sex Victims Sometimes Posses a Lot of Spunk

torture sexI’m certainly no stranger to torture sex. Been on the receiving end of it for decades. Began with my father and his friends. And it continued with various men who either owned me or put me in their movies. At least when folks tortured me for money, I got something out of it. But my dad tortured me for years. However, now I’m in charge.

Although I’m not always in charge, when I am, I enjoy it. I channel my daddy issues, and I put that into my victim or target. As a sexy switch, I often get paid to be the accomplice. Usually, men pay me to bring them something young to fuck and torture. And I bring them the little one of their wet dreams. But sometimes a man pays me because he wants to see me inflicting the pain. And not necessarily on him.

I would not consider Oscar a pain slot. But he is a wealthy man whose money buys him whatever he wants. And that includes live torture phone sex sessions with young girls that look like they could be my sister. I didn’t kidnap this girl. My accomplice did. This time I helped torture a girl. However, this time, a man hired me to torture for information. The young girl is the daughter of my client’s rival. No one ever hired me before for corporate espionage.

Usually, as the Accomplice, I Just Bring You the Talent

I tortured a young teen girl for information on a new project our victim’s father is working on. At first, I didn’t think she knew anything. But now I realize she’s a little pain slut. I could smell her ripe pussy. She liked this. I suspect her daddy does violates her. For a moment, I felt bad for cutting her flesh with sharp blades. Her crimson blood dripped down her body. But I felt less bad when I realized she liked it. So, I dipped a finger into some of the fresh blood and put it to my lips. Her blood tasted sweet. I could see, feel and even smell her arousal.

Suddenly, she sang like a canary and told us about what her dad was working on. I felt like some corporate espionage fixer. But honestly, maybe I don’t have it in me to do the actual torture of a young girl especially when she looks and reminds me of me. He wanted me to kill her after we got the information. However, that was not part of our plan. And I did not include murder in the payment price I quoted him. If he wanted her dead, he would need to get his hands dirty. Or pay me a lot more.

Sometimes, a Victim Impresses Me More than My Client

And he decided he should kill me too. But that did not work well for him. I sort of anticipated it because he struck me as the type of guy who didn’t get this far in life following the rules and adhering to terms and agreements. So, I let our victim go. And I gave her a knife. But she took care of the rest.  

She ran a knife straight into his gut and then moved the knife up slowly. Sick little bitch knew her way around a knife. For a moment I feared she might kill me too. But she pulled out the knife, and his entrails fell on my boots. She looked at me with an icy star and told me to run. Suddenly, I became the prey.

Damn girl. So young and already so lethal. Lethal Lolita. I became envious of her strength. At her age, I acted like a scared little girl looking for comfort from the person who abused me the most. I have daddy issues. But that girl has survival issues. She will survive in life, no matter what gets tossed her way. She will grow up to be an evil phone sex bitch. Maybe I’m the one who could learn from her. Maybe once she calms down and heals from her wounds, I can serve as her accomplice instead of her tormentor.

Castration Phone Sex Neuters Misogynistic Men and Shuts Them Up

castration phone sexCastration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.

Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.

So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.

Incel Men Need Neutered

I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.

I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.

Your Body MY Choice

I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.

The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.

So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.

Blasphemy Sex Feels So Naughty, But I Can’t Get Enough!

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Last night, I decided to treat my bedroom like a goddamn altar of sin. I knelt on the floor, staring at a crucifix on the wall, and decided the best way to honor the divine was to get my pussy absolutely wrecked. I called over a guy who looks like he’s never seen a gym in his life but has a cock that could split a boulder.

I told him to treat me like the worthless slut I am. He didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and spat right in my face before shoving his thick, throbbing cock down my throat. I gagged and choked, my eyes watering, while he called me a blasphemous whore, telling me that God is watching me swallow every inch of his seed.

Once he tired of my mouth, he flipped me over and slammed his cock into my soaking wet pussy from behind. He hammered away, slapping my ass red, whispering filth about how I’m nothing but a hole for his pleasure. I screamed, not from pain, but because I love being degraded. He finished by painting my back and ass in hot, thick cum, leaving me shivering and ruined on the floor.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Leave Me Black and Blue

rape phone sex fantasiesMost boys have rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. However, my oldest boy doesn’t just fantasize about me. He acts on it. I am his cash cow. And he’s my coke cow. Our relationship works. He loves that I’m on the cocaine diet. Sharp hip bones that protrude, skinny bird legs, and a flat ass. The only thing big on me are my bimbo boobs and my blowfish lips.

He showed up the other night with a big bag of pink cocaine, ready to fuck me properly and get me high. It’s been a hot minute because he recently went through major back surgery. But he seemed desperate to beat mommy beautiful. He rolled his fist up, and I thought he might punch me in the face, but instead he shoved it up my cunt and turned me into his hand puppet.

While he fisted my pussy, he shoved my head into a big bowl of cocaine. And that’s why I put up with everything he does. The best cocaine ever. So, I never mind being his bimbo fleshlight. When I came up from air, the cocaine matted to my face because of my pancake makeup. However, my boy loves that bimbo look.

My Boy Likes to Punch Mommy Beautiful

When he pulled the fist out of my cunt, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. If I didn’t, he would’ve reached his hand inside my ass and yanked it out. He likes to fuck me from behind because that way he can see my barely their ass, my pelvic bones, my spine, and even my tailbone that protrudes. I look like one of those celebrities who’s overdone the Ozempic. But I don’t take weight loss drugs. I just snort a lot of cocaine.

With my ass prolapsed, I thought my son would fuck my ass. But he shoved his cock down my throat first. However, I knew eventually I would become his ass rape porn star eventually. I always do. While he skull fucked mommy’s cunt face, he punched the side of my face black and blue, including my eyes.

I Turn All Sorts of Shades of Black, Blue and Purple for My Son

Before long, he started fisting my ass, while his cock remained deep down my throat. When he pulled out his cock, he would shove my face into the cocaine. And punch the back of my head while I snorted. I could barely breathe. But he likes to retard mommy. He bounced my head off the floor while punching me in the back. I am my son’s punching bag.

He turned me over on the floor and pushed my tits together, so he could titty fuck me. And without a care in the world, he started punching my tits until they turned black, blue and purple. He wanted my tits to match my face. But eventually he stopped punching me, rolled his cock in the cocaine, and then shoved it down my tightest hole. And no, that’s not my pussy. Nor is it my ass. It’s my pee hole. I’m his bottom bitch mommy whore and he loves to stretch out my urethra.

My Pee Hole is My Tightest Hole

When he fucks my pee hole, it feels like pure torture sex. But rolling his cock in the cocaine seemed like a genius idea. My pee hole went numb and I knew I’d feel it the next day when I went to pee, but I didn’t feel it in the moment. My fourth hole is my tightest hole and often my son‘s favorite hole to destroy.

He folded me like a pretzel and put a bag of cocaine over my head while he fucked my pee hole. I couldn’t see out of my eyes at this point because they swelled shut. And I knew I knew I looked like a few different shades of blue, purple and black. He breaks my body every time. But the cocaine helps me heal after an encounter.

Eventually, he gave me his cock snot down my piss hole. But instead of pulling out when he came in my urethra, he pissed down it. And laughed. The viewers at home loved it because the chimes went off nonstop. Seems like his viewers enjoy watching him fuck his mommy whore as much as he enjoys fucking his mommy whore.

He told me next time he’s going to invite some of the viewers to gang bang my piss hole too. I’m not sure if I will like that. But what I like never matters. I am my son ‘s cock sleeve, his cash cow, and his punching bag. But he loves me.

Castration phone sex so you can suffer every moment

Castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a special treat for a girl like me. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting ass-fucked senseless by my hunky Master Daddy.

But sometimes even a masochistic whore like me needs a fresh pain pinata to beat.

Thankfully, my Master allows me to cherry-pick my own helpless soon-to-be-sex-slave-to-be. I thought long and hard about it, agonizing over which poor schmuck to brutalize next.

Finally, I settled on Finn, that whimpering twink who’s always complained about his tiny dick and begged Master to make him a girl. Oh, how I love cunty little boys!

I grabbed Finn and dragged him to my boudoir, where I wasted no time in forcing a slutty dress on him. In the mirror, he stared back at me with wide, teary eyes, all dolled up in makeup. He knew there was no going back.
Then, I strapped him down to the table. I pulled out all the tools, but my favorite was the big metal clamp. I got so excited when I squeezed it around his balls.

“You wanted to be a pretty girl, sweetheart? Well, I’m gonna make you one by gutting your junk!” I laughed maniacally right before I used all my body weight to squeeze the clamps down.

Within minutes, Finn’s balls were in a bloody cup, and I was busy suturing up his empty sack. The scent of blood filled the air, and it was so satisfying to show Finn they were finally gone.

I think he was making happy moans. I mean, who knows, he didn’t have any painkillers. And once they were gone, I had to take the rest of it. So I got the scalpel and got the shaft off too.

My surgery skills aren’t that great, so my Master took over and gave my Torture sex victim the tightest little pussy. Now Finn is Fiona, and pretty soon she will get the biggest set of tits!

Knife Play Phone Sex Turns Me On

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my go-to. Although I consider myself stronger than I look, I don’t think I could kill a man or a woman with my bare hands. And I don’t like to use guns because there’s no fun in a gun. You aim, you point, you shoot and they die. No torture. No lingering pain. And no real skill involved unless you shoot somebody from a long distance. So, a knife will always be my weapon of choice. And over the years I’ve become a knife hoarder. Seriously, my collection contains over 1000 now. And every knife tells a story.

I rarely go hunting on a Monday. But with the college crowd home, the bars seem full of stupidity on any given night. So, I decided to see if I could find some buddy deserving of torture sex with a knife. In the first bar I went to I found a plethora of stupid people. I met this girl. Likely about 20 with a fake ID and a huge attitude. Self-entitled little blonde twat. I’m sure many men find her desirable, but I found her annoying.

At first, she thought I worked there because of my black clothes. She handed me an empty bottle, snapped her fingers and told me to get her another one pronto. It was all I could do not to take that beer bottle and bash it against her head right there in the bar. But I stay off the cops radar with my patience and my brains. So, I showed some self-restraint. But I did drug her drink. And I did act like a concerned citizen wanting to get her home safely when she started stumbling.

Coeds Make Great Snuff Victims

The bar felt packed. Wall-to-wall people. And I scanned the room for security cameras, and anybody paying attention to us. I saw no cameras and everybody seemed so self-absorbed they never noticed me. So, I took her home and dissected her like a biology frog. Honestly, I never enjoyed cutting into a dead frog. It seemed unnecessarily cruel with no real learning value. I am never going to dissect a frog or need to name its internal organs. I’d rather dissect people.

I tied her spread eagle to my dungeon table, which is 2 metal slabs pushed together. She woke up with a spider gag in her mouth and fear in her eyes. She knew she was in trouble. But she didn’t realize I planned to kill her. I tortured her for hours though. I patiently skinned the flesh offer her tits. Interesting look. Almost looked like she got sunburn just on her tits. I poured rubbing alcohol on her tits, knowing that shit would hurt.

I Love to Torture Self-Absorbed Young Women

And I sliced her clit off too and fed it to her. If you cannot tell, I enjoy being an evil phone sex bitch. The self-entitled twat deserved it. Girls like her don’t change. They just get worse. Nobody checks them. They think they can do whatever they want and rules don’t apply to them. They use their looks and their bodies to get what they want and screw the rest of us. I’m not jealous of her. No reason to be jealous of her. But her self-entitlement because she’s young and pretty irks me.

Well, I finally just stabbed her in her belly button and gutted her like a pig. I watched the blood bubble up from the knife wound. And I could hear her aspirating on her own blood. That shit makes my cunt wet. After she took her last breath, I dragged her carcass out into my yard. Nature will take care of the rest. I never wake up the next morning and find even a hint of my victim. Any trace DNA left on the grass gets washed away by the rain. Nature makes the best accomplice.