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Knife Play Phone Sex for Easter is Bloody Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex on Easter? I think religious holidays are the perfect hunting days. Little girls dressed in pretty, white dresses. Cute little Mary Jane shoes on. Ribbons or barrettes in their hair. Cotton panties. No bra because they have no tits yet. They look so innocent and cute, right? Imagine their blood all over that pretty white dress? I hope that gives you an erection, because it makes my cunt drip. I got in my car this morning and drove two hours away to nab a little slut in her Sunday best clothes. She even had on some white gloves. She was walking by herself carrying her Easter basket. I guess there was some Easter egg hunt nearby and she got lost. I told her I was with the church, and she got in my car. No stranger danger at all. Stupid cunt was going to get what she deserved. Death. I was solo on this one, but trust me, before I made her a snuff porn star. It would have been more fun with you. You could have fucked her little cunt and ass before I chopped her up. Nothing like virgin blood. I drove her to my kill shack. She never got scared until in my cabin and I tied her down. Took her a long time to realize I was a bad woman. Even with my Goth look, little girls do not have the same stranger danger for me that they do for men. I make a great accomplice for that reason. I just felt like killing a little angel on Easter. Clearly, I am not religious. I did hurl some blasphemous things to the little cunt as I stabbed her repeatedly. Her hot blood sprayed my body. Her screams were deafening, but unheard. We were in the middle of nowhere. Another dead cunt bled out. I am sure she will be missed, but not by me. Now, I am in a blasphemy phone sex mood. Should we destroy some cunts together?

Violent Phone Sex is What I am Prone Too

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I have an impulse control disorder that I have learned to harness over the years thanks to my late grandfather. My first kill was in high school. Without the help of my grandpa and a wood chipper, I would been tried as an adult and sent to prison all my life. I left DNA everywhere, plus I was linked to the victim. She was my bully. That was almost 20 years ago. I am a seasoned killer now. I know how to find a surrogate to represent the person I really want to slaughter. That is the key to staying undetected. You cannot kill a person directly tied to you or someone you have a public beef with. The suspicion falls on you every time. As your accomplice phone sex partner, I can help you find the perfect surrogate. Bob has a thing for his neighbor girl. He was caught once jacking off watching her on her trampoline. His wife caught him, and the girl saw him another time also. Too much of a risk to fuck her and kill her. His wife would think it was him. Hell, the girl could have said something to one of her parents. I took him to a different state where I found the girl’s lookalike. I kidnapped her for Bob, and we brought her back to my kill shack in the woods. I drugged her enough to keep her knocked out for the 2-hour ride. Bob had an erection the entire car ride in anticipation of fucking her. I took all the risk so Bob could have all the fun. I will do the same for you. Bob got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his Lolita neighbor girl. He fucked her for hours. He started before she even woke up from the drugs. He fucked all her holes too. I do not use a wood chipper like my grandpa, but I have a unique way of disposing of evidence. That little girl had his DNA all over her and in her. She is coyote food now. I am a conservationist. I work with nature not against it. Coyotes are grateful for a good meal, and they never talk. Now for the important question. Who can I help you kill?

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Pastime

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a favorite pastime. This is Bob. Bob used to have balls. Now, this is a good castration. A clean castration. That is because Bob paid to have his balls castrated and he was a not a punk ass about it. Most of my castrations are messy. I have no problem using a dirty blade and giving you a jagged scar if you piss me off. Not all guys are like Bob. If you know what is good for you, you should be like Bob. Terry did not heed my warning to be like Bob. Bob is the poster boy for how to act when getting castrated. Terry, however, is the poster boy for what happens when you are not a simp like Bob. Terry paid me to castrate him. He then tried to back out and get his money back. I operate on a no refund policy only. I do not take kindly to men who waste my time or try to get their money back. Torture sex is sort of my thing, and I will do it regardless if you pay me or not. If you pay me though there is no going back. You can not show up like Terry did, but I will find you. I will hunt you down with the dirtiest blade I have and remove your balls. Also, I will not even cauterize the wound either. Or if I do, instead of a nice stitch job to stop the bleeding, I can use the bottom of a hot frying pan and leave a nasty scar. Tony was a little wimp who got cold feet but wanted to sue me when I would not give him his money back. I told him to tell a judge he paid me for castration. I knew he was just playing a game thinking he could bait me, but the joke was on him. Not only did he get a nasty castration, but he also got snuff sex because I killed him. Be like Bob. Don’t be like Terry.

Goth Teen Phone Sex Accomplice Kills for Me and You

goth teen phone sexI have a new goth teen phone sex accomplice of sorts. A while back, a man hired me to kill this girl. Her name is Sara and she is a sick bitch. Reminds me of myself when I was that young. Her step daddy wanted her gone because he had been fucking her since she was much younger, and she was going to tell her mother. This guy was a tool. I wanted him dead at hello. But money is money. Once I saw Sara and heard her mouth off to her step daddy, I liked her spunk. I saw something in her. I took her step daddy’s money, but he was the one who died that night. I let Sara castrate and kill her perverted step daddy. Now, she is learning everything I know. I am training her to become a great accomplice phone sex partner.

Sara is as evil as I was as a teen girl. I told her I would kill for her. I already killed her stepdaddy and spared her life. She had another person on her hit list. I assumed it was her mother, but it was a schoolgirl. A bully and a bitch. My favorite kind of teen whore to kill. My first kill was a girl just like that. And I was younger than Sara. We planned it so she would have an alibi. I have no affiliation with the teen bitch making Sara’s life hell at school. No suspicion would fall on me. I lured the girl to the woods and killed her for Sara. I did not kill her quickly either. The bitch thought we were just getting high. She thought I was a drug dealer. Teen girls love party drugs. I sunk my knife into her belly. The look on her face was priceless. I slowly moved my knife up to her sternum. Her entrails fell out of her body on to my feet. The smell of her blood made my pussy wet.

I watched as the life left her eyes. I kissed her cheek as she died and told her that Sara sends her love. Then I laughed, pulled out my knife and watched her fall to the ground in a pile of her entrails. Sara can enjoy high school now. Her and I are bonded for life. She is my most excellent and young killer phone sex partner.

Killer Phone Sex is Killer with Me as Your Accomplice

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Killer phone sex is killer with me. I hold nothing back. I am not filled with rage like you might think. I just like killing. I am a serial killer with no pattern. That is how I never get caught. Most of the time, I am getting rid of the body in a manner that it will never be found. Just another missing person… Sometimes, I am pissed off in the moment and that leads me to kill. Rarely, do I kill my victim right then, however. I am a planner. You have to plan to stay off the radar. I had a chance encounter with this Barbie bimbo at a bar last month. I have been stalking her since. Putting distance between us, so no one would make the connection. She came into a Steam Punk bar looking like Bimbo Barbie. She had on a skintight pink dress with matching pink heels. She was in the wrong bar. She made a stink though when she did not get served instantly. She also though a hissy fit when she could not charm any man in the bar to buy her a drink. I tried to tell her she was in the wrong place and she went after me. That’s when I decided she would star in my next snuff porn.

Just a vacuous blonde Barbie Doll who things her shit does not stink. I watched her for almost a month. She contributes nothing to this world, so I killed her. Snatched her up on the road as she was walking home by herself drunk. She was going back to her sorority house, but she never made it. I took her to my kill shack only you know about. She was pretty out of it. Not going to lie. I was disappointed that she might not feel the pain as much. I carved her up. I cut off her perky C cup boobs. I sliced off her cunt lips. I poured hot wax on her clit. I cut her flesh until she was covered in her own blood. I smeared her blood on her body so she could see how much better she looked. She was going into shock from the pain. I was just getting started with her. Torture sex is best when I can make the pain last. I ended up dismembering her body and feeding her to the wildlife. She will just be another missing coed who will never be found.

Snuff Phone Sex Sundays

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex Sundays are the best. While many folks are at church, I am out killing hypocrites. There is this local preacher who has been on my radar for years. He has these ads pretty much saying any woman who gets an abortion, or takes the morning after pill is going straight to hell. I found out recently that he has a few fuck trophies in town that his wife did not birth. A chance encounter with a young woman gave me all the fuel I needed to kill this mother fucker. He is fucking young women behind his family’s back. He has knocked up at least one but is not paying a cent for his bastard. I have wanted to kill his judgmental pious ass for a while, but I have not had a way into his world that would not get me pegged as the number one suspect when he was dead. This girl was my in though. She became my accomplice phone sex partner. We plotted his murder together. She has been trying to get him to give her money so she can support his son, but he ghosted her. He is living better than anyone in his congregation. He deserved to die. In his death, my accomplice could sue his estate for money since she can prove with DNA that she had his bastard son when she was just a teen girl.

She arranged a meeting with the dick preacher. I was happy to be the one he met so she could have an air tight alibi for his murder. When he arrived, he had $500. That was all he was going to give her when he lives in a million-dollar home. I wanted to shank him immediately. What a glebe, dismissive asshole. Honestly, I wanted him to be my snuff porn victim, but I decided to castrate him instead. Make sure he can never impregnate another young girl then ghost her too. I used a rusty blade to cut off his balls, and a cast iron skillet to cauterize the wound. I told him I would kill him and take his cock too if he missed one payment to Sarah. We had a come to Jesus moment where I made it clear that if he missed a single payment he would meat his maker. I think since I was holding his balls in my hand, he knew I was not fucking around. I should have killed him, but Sarah needs money now. Suing an estate can take years to see any money. He is worth more to her alive than dead. I neutered the horn dog, so he can stop spreading his hypocritical seed.  This was an act of charity. I now literally have the preacher’s balls in a jar. He is lucky to be alive.

Snuff Movies Do Not Always Go As Planned with Me as Your Accomplice

snuff moviesI am in the business of making snuff movies. Sometimes, I make them for personal pleasure. Sometimes, I make them because I was paid to make them for someone like you. I enjoy making both. Sometimes, however, like this week, I throw a monkey wrench in a man’s plans because he is the one who should be dead. I am no women’s libber or anything like that. Honestly, I hate most women. I hate most people. I did not like Clint. He was my client. Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way. He was egotistical and a narcissist. He wanted his wife killed because she cheated on him. I have killed someone for less. I rarely look a gift horse in the mouth, but the more I listened to him ramble on about why his wife needed to die, the more annoying he became. All I could think about was making him the star of a snuff porn. When I met the woman who I was hired to kill, she was not surprised to see me in her house. She did plead for her life, but not in a typical way though. She doubled what Clint paid me to kill him instead. She had big brass balls and I sort of liked it. I asked her to tell me the truth about her ex. She confirmed everything I was thinking. Because I liked Tiffany and loathed Clint, I took the same fee that Clint paid me. We staged her death, so I had pictures. I can make some decent deep fakes. Then she came with me to kill Clint. When I arrived at this no tell motel for the rest of my money, Tiffany surprised her husband. The victim was now my accomplice phone sex partner and her husband is now dead. I lent her some of my big ostentatious knives and she slaughtered him as good as I could have. She had lots of rage built up in her. I understood. I knew him less than 24 hours and wanted to kill him. Now, I have a bad ass new friend who is coming into a lot of money, and a tool of a man is dead in a sleazy hotel. You can hire me to kill for you, but I might decide I like your victim more than you. It is a risk you take with me.

Blasphemy Phone Sex is Best Served on Sundays

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex is a dish best served on Sundays. I love going into a church before they open their doors to their dumb congregation and destroying it. Leaving their sacred ground a blood bath. It is more fun to destroy a church with a male companion. I met Mike in a Goth bar. He was talking about this one Pentecostal church that spews all sorts of hate and corrupted his ex-girlfriend. This church is anti-everything. I proposed we destroy their holy vessel. I can break into any building. Even ones with security alarms. I have a Satanic bag in my car with all sorts of demonic things to leave in a church. Upside down crosses, pictures of Satan, horns, the Satanic Bible,  pentagrams,…. We broke into this high and mighty church to destroy it and have blasphemy sex. We desecrated the church. We destroyed their symbols of God and puritanism. I did some research too. I can find just about anything on anyone. The holier than though pastor likes the company of young boys. I even found a little video he made of two super young boys blowing him. What a hypocrite. I set up a projection screen and had the video running as we destroyed to church. My accomplice shit on Bibles and pissed in the coffer box. We fucked in the pews. He sprayed his demon seed all over that church. It was covered in cum, piss and shit. That church was no longer a holy place once we were done destroying it. We spray painted the walls with the number of the beast. Fuck those uber religious folks. They judge everyone but themselves. Their leader is a boy diddler. He likely stealing money from the coffers to support his rape phone sex fantasies for little boys. Fuck that church. Being a sinner and a Satanist is far more fun. We had to get out of dodge, but I would have loved to see the expressions on that misguided flock’s faces when they saw their church today. Rest in hell you judgmental fucktards.

Bloody Phone Sex is A Lot of Fun for a Sick Bitch

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is so much fun for a sick bitch like me. Red is my favorite color because I love the look of blood. I especially love the look of blood as it is pouring out of a victim. The blood of a young victim is the best. It is a bright crimson red. It has a sweet smell to it too. You would almost think it is theatrical blood, but the blood of tender age victims is just sweeter than our blood. It becomes addicting, but I am not impulsive or compulsive. That is how I can be a stone cold killer bitch and never get caught. Hell, I am under the radar still. The dark net knows me though. I am a legend of sorts there. But I make sure I change details when I brag about my snuff sex kills. I am smart and methodical above all else. This is how I stay out of prison.

When Harvey hired me, I knew he wanted a young one killed. He has been fucking his stepdaughter for years now, and she has decided she no longer wants to be his victim. She is blackmailing him. He wants her gone. I get it. She is a problem now. I take care of problems for money.  This kill took some finessing. I mean I had to make sure he had an airtight alibi and that when he did, I could easily gain access to the jailbait whore. It took weeks of planning, but the stars aligned yesterday. His stepdaughter was staying with friends because they had no power from a storm that hit recently. He was out of the country with work buddies who could vouch for him. I killed the friend too to look like a random act of violence. I stabbed two innocent angels in their princess beds while the adults slept in a near by room. I made it look like a bloody massacre. It will be blamed on some escaped loony bin patient or some schizophrenic hobo. Harvey’s problem was solved with some accomplice phone sex. Any problems I can solve for you?

Torture Phone Sex: The Death of a Fake Ass Bitch

torture phone sexI love torture phone sex. I am known as an extreme ball buster.  I do not just stomp on balls, I cut them off too. But as much as I love castrating men, I enjoy torturing women too. I take pride in torturing some bimbo Barbie who thinks her shit does not stink. I run into twats daily. Either I see them on Tick Toc or some other social media platform, or I run into them out and about. Jade is a social media influencer. I do not know her personally. She is just some local girl who thinks her shit smells like roses. She is on Tick Tok daily dissing girls like me. She thinks all women should look like her. She is this skinny girl with big fake boobs and she uses so many filters in her post, she looks like a fucking cartoon character. Yet, for all the fake shit she uses to look “feminine” she wants to dis Goth girls like me. Torture sex would not be good enough for this hypocritical cunt. I hunted her down. It was easy to find her since I dressed up, looking very different from my typical Goth look. I acted like a vacuous cunt who was a follower.

I played to her ego, telling her I was fan girl. I spiked her drink and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. It was where she belonged. Tied up, scared and confronted with reality. She is not the queen bee. She does not get to dictate what a woman should look like when she is a fake bitch. I carved out her fake tits first. She bled and cried a lot when I did that. I was just getting started. I carved out the filler in her cheeks and lips. I fucked her cunt and ass with a sharp blade. I destroyed her perfect body. It was not perfect. It was fake. Everything was fake, except for her death. That was a very real snuff porn. One I will watch over and over again because I am tired of fake ass bitches thinking they are better than the rest of us. You have a fake ass bitch in your life? Let’s get rid of her too.