Sometimes my playthings can be bad taboo phone sex Daddys! This makes me very very mad. One of them decided that he was going to bow down to this snuff porn Goddess and then mad a big mistake. He decided he had free rein of what and when things went into his lungs and just walked outside for a cigarette. I went inside and waited for him to come back out. When he did I tore into him, slapping him across the face and knocking him to the ground. He crawled across the floor over to his stuff and pulled out a teddy bear that he had given me as a gift.A fucking teddy bear? What was that going to do to fix the situation. I throat kicked him leaving him in between the heel and sole of my shoe with the point digging into the side of his neck. I listened to him gurgle snatching the stuffed creature from his hand.
Cute, and fluffy, Daddy should not I do not do cute. I left over to the table leaving him gasping for breath on the floor and decided I would make my teddy into something delightfully evil that I actually wanted to have. My evil book of shadows held a curse to make him into something that pleased me. My evil Teddy bear minion started to rise from the table, he bared his teeth in a menacing grin and asking me how he could serve his Goddess. I ordered him to show the blibbering idiot whom I once called daddy why we don’t do things without asking. Teddy Deathbin jumped up swiping a knife from the table and lunged at the crying idiot on the floor. He began to slice him open. He begged me to order the bear to stop, that he would be a good boy. Teddy did not like that, he lopped his head off with a swift hack of the chainsaw. Teddy was so devious that he fed me daddy’s little pathetic penis.
Bye Bye Daddy!
I used to think snuff porn consisted only of pretty girls getting tortured for the satisfaction of all viewers. It was not until my thirst for blood led me to the male penis that I found out that snuff be way heavier. I was an accomplice, when I realized that the man in charge was not so manly after all. I was growing old of how squeamish he was around dead body that we created decided that it needed to be fixed right away he whimpered and cried for me to stop, I couldn’t. So I decided that I was going to make him into my collection of victims. I tied him up to a chair and smelled close to his neck. His veins pulsated as his heart raced with fear. I love listening to him cry and whimper, begging me not to hurt him. That was only making it harder for him, I went over to my table so I could let him see the tools I was going to be using on him. I thought hard to myself decided a man, a man he called himself. But was he a man? No he was not!
I grabbed some rope, easy enough, and I tied it from the underside of his ball sack on top of his already throbbing penis. His cock was hard turned on by the fact that I was dominating him. Something that I knew I would never have problems with but never really faced. I had always been an accomplice never really thought I’d run across somebody who claim to be man, but really a sissy, And I did!Dominating, which came by awfully easy you ask me. He begged and cried for me to stop but his eyes said something else. His eyes, that begged me to continue on with his penile torture. I tied it with a rope from the under side of his balls across the base pulling it hard listening to whimper and then taking two alligator clamps I secured them onto his nipples, and he yelped. He yelled as if he was being kicked in his side. Which I already did intended on doing from the beginning. I took my high heels and kicked it straight across his face scratching him tip of my heel into the side of his mug. I loved every second of it.
As I continued to rip his body apart and burn his nuts, he pleaded with me to get in a moment of satisfaction. Suddenly I had an overwhelming feeling and put his big throbbing cock into my mouth. I began to suck on it running, my tongue along the underside of his mushroom tip, and moving my head up and down. That’s when he said it, that’s what he really set me off,”good girly,” he said to me. Girly? I am no girly, I am a woman yes but not a little girl. Not like he was making me out to be I became enraged I dug my teeth into the base of his cock.I listened to scream his whole body began to shake as I bit harder. I bit until I met my teeth on the other side completely clamp down on to his wiener. I ripped his cock straight off of him spitting it out into a tray that’s when I started, collecting and munching on dicks for fun. It was a nice hobby and I really enjoyed it couldn’t wait until I got more victims like him, victims I would enjoy torturing for taboo phone sex fun!
Snuff porn is only something that I use to get my taboo phone sex cunt off when my supply of victims is running low. I have been experimenting with a lot of CBT lately so I did not have anyone in my basement to have fun with when all of my slut piggies went home. I searched and googled on torrent sites to see if i could find something that was going to make my cunty wet. What would you know it came up with zero result. Zero snuff torrents, that was just not going to do. I was going to change that! I went out hunting for a little brat. I was going to make a murder fantasy porn for all of the snuff porn lovers like me. Something everyone would love. I started with a little brat with piggie tales. I set up camera to catch every angle of her death. From me ripping her little cunt open wearing a strap on, to force fucking her throat hole with a baseball bat. When i slit her throat I sat under her coating my body in her blood. Using the slick and warm liquid I played with my cunt cumming all over my fingers and then shoving the bloody cum mixture into my mouth to taste.
Before i was a taboo phone sex slut i was just a normal goth princess. Well as normal as you could call a goth babe. I wore lots of black eyeliner and listened to all things dark and demented. That is when i used i really started to come into my own. I was like an evil Lolita. I carried around a goth doll with me everywhere and wore my dresses with fishnet stockings. That is when i first met him. His name was christian. He was the one who turned me into the goth phone sex bad ass i am today. He taught me how to do all kinds of mean nasty things.
One time i was going to lure me in a nice little piggy to take to slaughter. I was such a little brat then. I just wanted to make christian proud. I had my dolly in my hand and was walking in the dark, humming hymnals, sure to catch a predator. I was approached by the creepiest of creeps. He asked me what my dolls name was. I tried to act shy. He asked if i wanted a lolli pop and backed me into the ally. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick and when he dick i put my mouth on it and bit it off. I told him my dolls name was soul muncher and skipped away. When i presented Christian with the maimed cock he patted me on the head. This was the start to many years of fun!
I found this beautiful bunny in my back yard. It looked like it had been mauled, its fur was matted and blood soaked its white coat. It was extremely aggressive and made this really awful noise. I could tell that it had rabies, I wanted to catch it. So that is what I did, I put out a trap and caught my rabid beast, and then went to find the lucky one to endure its pain.
That was not hard, guys are always hungry for my hot pussy when I walk around town in my school girl out fit and pigtails. All I had to do was attract a nice guy who loved young puss and have him follow me. As soon as we made it around the corner I turned around and stuck a needle into the side of his neck. He made it back to my house, a pathetic passed out pile of puke.
When we got back I strapped him to a chair and let the bunny go in the basement. I recorded the whole thing because I thought the stages of human rabies would make a fun snuff porn. The torture was something that you would not find in a lot of taboo phone sex shit. I locked them both up together and went to monitor the cameras from upstairs. I thought I would see the bunny maybe bite him and that was all.
Yet, to my surprise after the first bite he kept going. He ate the human bit by bit. Oh how I loved listening to his screams as the rabid animal tore into his flesh. I leaned back in the chair and played with my pussy till I creamed my fingers. When he was done I shot them both in the head, and paid a cleanup crew. I watched over and over for week’s finger banging my cunt to his torment.
Anytime one of my clients asks me how I get away with so much murder I tell them the answer is simple. When it comes to taboo phone sex you just don’t be dumb. I do not care if you are just killing for fun or snuff porn profit you have to make sure you act accordingly. Whenever I go out for a kill the first thing I do is scrub down every inch of my body. I want to rid it of all the dead epithelial cells.
The next step is simple. Make sure you take the proper precautions. Wear gloves. That is really not that hard. You do not have to wear medical gloves either, it makes you less approachable. But if you are trying to snatch a bitch make sure you wear something like riding gloves at least. When it comes to the actual killing I know things can get excited fast so try to prevent too much splatter. It happens though. If it does you need to scrub scrub and rescrub the scene. Once you think it is clean, do it again.
After you have completed you fun method of torture getting rid of the body is always a fun selection in itself. I am not talking about any dumb breaking bad shit. No lye in porcelain bathtubs or anything. That will break down the body (and the bathtub too) but leave you with a big mess of DNA. Instead I always recommend one of two ways. The first is rather easy, pigs. Swine will dismember and eat every portion of your little victim. They are not picky either. My favorite way takes a lot of time, but if preformed properly will allow you to enjoy your trophy. A fungi garden. Plant the dead body somewhere warm and moist and watch the various mushrooms spurt up from it. If you are lucky you can enjoy the taste of your victims’ body till the end of time.
Taboo phone sex is something that I hold dear to my cunt. I must admit that I am not the nicest bitch in the snuff porn industry, but that is what makes play time with me so much fun. I love that initial look on someone’s face when they realize that it is now, right there with me that they will draw their final breath. For example this dumb cunt I met at the bat the other night really thought she was something. She really was not though, and the dumb cunt has the nerve to place herself in between the man meat that I had my eyes set on sinking my teeth into for the evening. That was fine by me, bitch was going to get it though. Momma always said keep your friends close and your enemies closer and that sure as fuck what I did too. I fed that dumb cunt all kinds of booze and pretended I was just as shit faced as she was. That made her really easy to get home, she was passed at and had no idea I already had her stupid ass tied to a chair. I spent the next 12 hours torturing that bitch. Laughing straight into her face as I was coated in her blood, she begged me to stop. That was not going to happen at all. She should know not to mess with a bed ass bitch like me. I guess she will not have a chance for a second shot though. I wrapped a thin wire around that dumb bitch’s throat and snuffed her life straight from her. Just to make sure she got it good after death I sold her to one of my favorite Necro’s who spend weeks with her dying decayed body making her his sex toy.
Ya know, with the work that I do I have to keep myself in shape. I used to just jog, but know I do some mixed martial arts and gym conditioning. Nothing super major but enough to man handle the best of them. There was this guy at the guy who has been keeping his eye fixed on me real close. Kind of started to make me feel uncomfortable, which was hard to do. I could feel him follow behind me when I left the gym the other night. I don’t think he knew he was messing with one of the badest snuff porn lovin bitches anyone could find. I waited after turning a corner or two, where I knew he was following me.
Right as he rounded the corner I stuck my fist to his face. I knocked his dumb ass flat to the concrete. I grabbed him by the ankles and drug him to the car. After I threw him into the trunk I drove him back to my place for some taboo phone sex fun. I had that ass hole tied up to a chair when he woke up. His feet were in a bucket of water and I had jumper cable attacked to his nipples. I demanded he tell me what he wanted. The blibering idiot just kept crying, I could not understand a work he said. You know what that meant right? I attached them to the battery and let him rip. I laughed so hard as his body shook. I forgot to let go of the cables, nasty ass even shit his pants. Some guys just can’t handle their electricity. I went through the dead idiots pants and found not only his wallet but my own. Guess he was trying to return it. Oops!
New client that I have found a love and appreciation for. Not only is he a lover of taboo phone sex, but he is a master at making the best snuff porn. It is nice to find someone whose brain exercises my creative mind. He was a fan of how I stalked my prey and I was a fan how he mowed them down with his menacing hearse. How he would taunt them and torture them for hours leading up to their release.
He had lots of land and had turned his prized possession into something that could handle to terrain that he was driving though. I was fast too and equipped with spikes and guns and all kinds of fun things that made death race look like it was for little brats. I picked out who was to be our victim for the evening. She was a cheer slut and so very much to his taste. I invited her to his place with the promise of some white powder to please her nose with. She came running no problem and as soon as she got to the door I tazed her skinny ass dropping her to the floor.
I laughed as we pulled her by the hair. He hated them tied down. He loved it when they had all of that hope in their pathetic eyes, like they could actually get away. As long as they were good piggys they would not get nailed into the chair. Of course this cunt was dumb so a nail gun to each hand she got.
Something to shock her, but she could pull free from if she tried hard enough. A few hours of torture later we glued a real piggy snout all bloody to her stupid whore face. The hot glue went directly onto her skin and then we pushed it against it.
This is where he made the move that I loved so much. We kissed and then left out the front door “accidently” leaving it open. Sure enough like clockwork 10 mins later a naked bitch, bloody and still wearing her pig snout would dart out of the house straight to her disabled vehicle. She would look around making sure the coast was clear frantically trying to find her keys in her vehicle. As she put down the visor there they would be waiting. Of course they would not run. About the time she figured out that she was not going in where in that piece of shit car we would emerge from the garage in the death rod, his customized hearse, and ram into the little bitches vehicle.
We would circle her making her run run run. Yelling “you better run little piggy,” as we toyed with her mind. He would shoot just past her or just miss her legs on a pass. Of course he could hit her at any time but that was not the fun of the game. She screamed as she tried to evade the inevitable. I could not help but laugh when he finally ran her over. He just disabled her legs really; leaving her trying to crawl to what she thought was her freedom in the wood. I stood over her and grabbed the back of her hair flipping her over to her back. “What’s the matter little piggy, don’t you wanna play?” I chucked before caving her face in with the sledge hammer I carried over my shoulders. I chuckled licking the blood from my lips. He kissed the rest clean from me.
I learned young that this world was a dark place and that no one was going to make it better but myself. I sat and dwelled in the world that was darkness for many years till I found my friend, blood. Something about it and how it bonded with my vamperic like soul made me long for its sweet release. I loved torturing others, it reflected the pain I felt inside for every moment of my life until that very moment. It was beautiful watching death come into someone body. The look in their eyes as their soul voided into the dark space made me long for to be the goth teen phone sex slut that would let others experience the art of death I was gifted with. Both sides in my evil phone sex are vitally important. My clients provide me the scenario in which I need to work my canvas of death. My victim provides me with their expression, their longing to live, their fight. I can work out everything in my murder phone sex fantasies that my client asks for, but my reaction to my pain that I place upon my canvas is something that will never be able to be scripted. The raw mutilation of their bodies and the way the blood chooses it path is something that is rarely predictable. My ears long to hear my dark canvas of death scream into them. Most of all my skin aches when not coated with the sweet blood of my dead victims. It fills my black heart when I hear the music of their death rattle, the last attempt of their lungs to save their souls. I will never stop killing, and I will never stop bathing my body in the blood of my dad canvas. A true artist in the world of darkness.
