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Snuff Movies for Street Vengeance

snuff moviesI am known for my snuff movies. I make all kinds, but they are all brutal. Very brutal. I guess you could call me a gore whore. The bloodier the better. I was going to just torture this one guy. He was a total tool. A jerk who has an unhealthy habit of predatory behavior. I was hired by a girl he stalked to castrate him. She wanted to make sure he never ruined another woman’s life. He is some trust fund boy who thinks the world owes him. He will never face his consequences because he uses his money to make sure he has no consequences. My client just wanted his balls gone, but she hired a sadistic phone sex bitch. This guy deserved more than that. I stalked him for a few days to learn his habits. I watched him do a ton of predatory things and just shrug his shoulders like it was no big deal. Asshole. Self-entitled douche bag.  He needed to suffer. Hell, he needed to die. I know my Goth looks are not what he liked. But I can be a chameleon. I donned a blonde wig. Put on a club dress and high heels. And set the bastard up. He never saw it coming. He was still perplexed when he woke up. But he quickly realized he was in trouble, deadly trouble. I had my camera rolling and I got right into. I told him his litany of crimes and how I was summoned to make him pay for his crimes since the legal system failed his victims. He looked scared when he saw my big knife. He pissed himself when I put the knife under his balls. I told him to smile for the camera and then the torture sex began. I cut his balls off like I was paid to do, but I chopped his dick in half too. That was for fun. I sliced it in the right place so blood spurted everywhere like a severed head. I carved him up like a piece of meat. My client got her pound of flesh and a lot more. I cannot let such a tool live. Not one with money because he will escape justice every time. No one, however, is above my street justice. No one.

Strangulation Phone Sex and Torture for Pervert Stepdaddies

strangulation phone sexDo you like strangulation phone sex?  I sure do. The first person I ever strangled was my stepfather.  He crawled into my bed one night and thought he could molest me. He had no idea what a sick bitch I already was. I did not kill him that first night though. I squeezed his throat hard and kneed him in the groin to get him off me, then screamed bloody murder until my mother came into the room. She believed me because she found him in my room with his pants down. Hard to explain that. She kicked the bastard to the curb. I left marks on his neck from trying to choke him out. I have not seen that poor bastard in over 20 years, but guess what? He walked into my Goth bar and sat next to me. He had no clue who I was either. I slipped a roofie in his beer when he was not looking. When it kicked in, I took him to my car and drove him to my cabin in the woods. I was finally going to get my revenge. I planned on strangling him because it was long overdue. But torture sex first. If you have a dick but do not know how to use it for good, I am going to take it away from you. When my dear old ex stepdaddy woke up, I twisted a scalpel down his urethra, making him scream in agonizing pain. I attached a shock device to his balls too sending painful electrodes through his body with every movement. I was not done yet.  I have lots of torture devices I inherited form my grandpa. He was a collector of the macabre. I have this Victorian torture device called a Jugum Penis. It looks like a bear trap.  It is old and rusty too, but once the trap snaps closed it’s like having your junk in a mouse trap with teeth. While he screamed and cried in pain, I straddled his chest and strangled him to death yelling at him, “Remember me now, pervert?” He should have died when I was a schoolgirl. But he is my snuff porn star now. And like I said, better late than never.

Snuff Phone Sex is Therapeutic for Us Both

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is on the rise. I look at this as therapeutic for us both. We can fantasize about killing anyone. I am a stone cold killer who never has remorse, but if I had my druthers, I would be murdering stupid cunts all day long. I would be removing the manhood of men too all damn day. I stay undetected because I kill less than I want. This kind of snuff line helps me too with my murderous impulses. If you went to a regular therapist for your wicked fantasies, that therapist might commit you to some insane asylum or report you to the police as a harm to yourself or others. Not me. I think your snuff sex fantasies are normal and healthy. I will help you explore them. I will help you act on your murderous rage too because I share that rage. Not a day goes by that I do not want to kill someone, many someones. I like to think we can help each other out. Maybe even trade murders to stay undetected. I swapped kills with this chick just last week. She came to me with a man problem. I had one too. The problem was we were both too close to our intended victims to not come under suspicion for their disappearances. Now, when I kill, I leave no trace. No body, no proof of a crime. But I do not like being under the radar at all, so I do not kill where I piss and shit. This chick has an abusive ex-boyfriend who pays no mind to his restraining order. I have a stalker who will not take no for an answer. I made her a deal. She kills my problem while I have an air tight alibi, and I do the same for her. I kill for any reason. The truth is, I like killer phone sex. Who can I kill for you?

Knife Play Phone Sex for Castration Play

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is more popular than you think. I am a sick bitch. Knifes are my best friends. Men love knifes too and for a variety of reasons. But here is a key difference between men and me when it comes to using knives. Some men like the idea of being able to cut off their own balls, but they cannot use a knife on themselves. They try, but fail. Me, however, I have no problem taking your junk. I am a castration junkie. If you are too much of wimp to cut off your own balls, I will do it for you. They are just useless anyway, right? I met Tim on the Dark Net. He wanted to be castrated. He thought he could do it himself, but he wanted me to watch. I have a fee even for just watching and encouraging men to remove their own junk. He agreed to my fee and terms. He bought an elastrator which is a castration device that is used on sheep and cattle. It can be used to snip tails too. They are not meant to be used on humans, so I knew this would not work. I brought my sharp knives. I knew this guy was too much of a loser for his own torture sex. Most men are. They become big babies at the sight of their own blood or when their balls start to turn blue. He put the band on his balls, then wussed out. He was screaming in pain wanting me to use the device he got on Ebay. I could not hold back the laughter. That band was not coming off because it is not meant to come off. His balls were turning blue quickly. I told him I could put him out of his misery for another $5,000. He did not want to pay me. I am not taking your junk for free. I told him I was happy to watch his ball sack shrivel up and die. I assured him it would be excruciating pain that way. Or, he could pay me for castration phone sex and I would slice his decaying balls off swiftly, ending that unbearable pain. He had to think about it, but the pressure got to be to much and he caved and paid me. One slice and those black balls were removed. Yeah, do not try to castrate yourself, loser. Hire a professional like me to help.

Sex with Dead Bodies is the Best Way to Fuck

sex with dead bodiesI love sex with dead bodies. I find that killing a man right before I am going to fuck him, saves me a lot of hassle. I am not the typical woman. I do not do romance or sappy relationship shit. I just want to fuck a nice cock. But nine times out of ten, a man ruins a beautiful fuck with his mouth. I am not the spooning type. I am not the pillow talk kind of woman either. I hate men, but I do like their cocks. I hooked up with this one guy who had a massive dick. He was not even black. Italian, I think. He said he just wanted to fuck. He agreed to my terms, but once he was in my place, he would not shut the fuck up. But I still wanted to ride his big cock. I decided he needed to die before I could fuck him, or he would ruin the lay for me by yacking nonstop. Necrophilia phone sex was called for. I sucked on his huge cock to get him erect. That’s the key to fucking a male corpse. It is harder to fuck a dead man than a dead woman. You just shove your dick in a dead girl’s cunt or ass. But a guy? You cannot get a cock hard once he dies, so you must make sure the cock is erect when you kill him. I had his cock rock hard, when I suddenly stood up and slashed his throat. His blood spurted all over my body. Blood makes the best lube if you ask me. But then I am a sick bitch. I had to hop on that dead, but warm cock to take advantage of that erection while I could. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch. I much prefer to fuck men once they are dead.

Snuff Porn is What I Love to Watch and Make

snuff pornI love snuff porn. Do you? I am not the kind of girl who watches sappy ass flicks like The Notebook or The Titanic.  Just not who I am. I love violence and gore. When I was a young girl, I was not watching Disney movies like most girls my age. I was not into cartoons or wholesome family entertainment. I inherited my grandfather’s sick perversions. I have the serial killer gene. My grandfather helped me nourish it too. I am not the typical serial killer though thanks to my grandfather. I do not harm animals. I do not have a type other than a breathing human being. I do not have a dump site like most serial killers. I do not even have the same method of operation that often links unsolved murders to an identifiable serial killer. My grandpa trained me to stay under the radar. I am a serial killer phone sex bitch that no one knows about yet because I kill under the radar. Things I learned as a schoolgirl from my grandpa included never killing someone that I had a personal beef with, or at least a beef with that could be traced. Never kill in my backyard. Never kill the same person repeatedly. Never kill the same way twice so a pattern can be identified and never leave a body to be found. My grandpa had to clean up my botched first kills. That was when he took me under his wing to teach me how to be a well oiled killing machine. I am sort of like a female Dexter. I know how to clean up DNA and leave no trace of a body. But I do not just kill bad people. I kill anyone who annoys me or pisses me off, or I kill out of convenience. I am a natural born killer though. Snuff phone sex comes easy to me, but if not for my grandpa, I may have been caught ions ago. Everyone needs a mentor. Let me be yours.

Snuff Movies: You Can Be My Accomplice or My Star

snuff moviesI like to watch and make snuff movies. The question I have for you is do you want to star in my snuff flick or be my accomplice? Men serve only two roles in my world. Men are my victims or my accomplices. If you have read my blogs, you know that I am not your typical woman. I do not need attention. I do not need a man in my life to feel complete. I do not want or need romance. I crave violence. I like blood. I like the pain and fear of others. Your pain, your fear are my aphrodisiacs. When I met Alan on the dark net, he said he wanted to be my accomplice. He has long wanted to make a snuff porn with a young brat. Since I have zero maternal instincts, I have no problem kidnapping brats and killing them. The problem was that Alan was annoying. He was not accomplice material. He whined about everything. He did not want to take direction. We had the girl of his choice, but I decided to turn the tables and make him the victim and this little sassy girl my accomplice in killing him. She was spunky for a victim. She was shaming and threatening us as we kidnapped her. I love a fighter, but this little girl scared my so-called accomplice. I liked that this girl saw his weakness and used it against him. She was smarter than him. She was more of a fighter too. Because she was clearly superior to my accomplice, I armed the girl. I told her to fight for her life. She made a better accomplice phone sex partner than he did anyway. He just about shit his pants when he saw this little girl coming after him with a knife that I gave her. I told her how to cut off his cock so he could not do this to another girl again. I have a new, young accomplice protégé.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Torture and Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite because my weapon of choice will always be a sharp blade. I love to sink a knife into a tender belly or use it cut off testicles. I think a knife requires more skill and has more uses than a gun. My grandfather used knifes. He was a hunter and not just of animals. I have shared some things about my late grandfather with my callers and readers of my blogs. But this is a story I never shared. Once, when I was a little girl, a friend of my father’s tried to touch me. I kicked him in the balls and made sure he knew I would stab him in the heart if he tried to touch me again. Even at that young of an age, I was a little ball buster. I told my dad and my grandfather. My dad was useless to me in that moment, but my grandfather had my back. My grandpa gave me my first taste for castration phone sex. That day I learned about revenge as the best justice. My grandfather invited this guy to go hunting with him but did not tell him he was the one being hunted. I was with my grandpa when Tim showed up. My grandpa played dumb and so did I. We went to the middle of the woods and that is when my grandpa showed his true colors. He pinned Tim to the ground and took his pants off. I was standing next to them holding a big knife. I was not scared or nervous either. My grandpa always had my back. Tim was fighting and screaming, but no one to hear him but the wild animals. My grandpa was a strong man. He held Tim down and instructed me what to do. I took a man’s balls for the first time as a schoolgirl. There was a lot of blood and screaming, but the torture sex made me want to do it again. We left him in the woods. He would either crawl back to civilization or be bear food. Never saw Tim again. He became a missing person that day, so I assume he became bear food. Or my grandpa went back and buried him in the woods. Either way, Tim the predator would never prey on a young girl again.

Knife Play Phone Sex to Ring in the New Year

knife play phone sexOn the last day of the year, knife play phone sex is how I will celebrate. I am a sadistic bitch. I love to kill drunks on New Years Eve. Last year, I killed about 30 folks. Random acts of violence that went unsolved. Most of my murders were never even linked together. That is because I do not have a type. I hate most people. I will kill a man or a woman, a boy or a girl. Black or white, I do not care. I use knives mostly, but I have so many knives in my collection that I can kill 30 people in a night with a different knife. That always throws the cops off. New Year’s Eve is my favorite night to kill. That is because there are so many folks out who are drunk and stupid. Easy prey. Drunk and stupid are not enough for me to waste my energy on you, however. There are tons of drunk and stupid people in the world. I would not have the time to make snuff porn for all the drunk and stupid people in the world. I look for the ones who have a long history of being drunk and or stupid, or people who do something I find egregious. It is not hard to piss me off though. I kill for many reasons. You try to force yourself on me, you will die and or get castrated. I will kill you for attempting to shame or humiliate me. I cannot let men think they can talk down to me. And I cannot let women think they are better than me. I kill little ones because they are germy, needy and annoying. I am just a sick bitch. I promised myself that tonight, I would kill even more than last year. Either you can be my victim on a killer phone sex call, or you can be my accomplice. Which do you prefer?

Snuff Phone Sex is How I Will Ring in the New Year

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is how I will end one year and start the next one. I kill or torture folks year-round, but I do it several times a day over the holidays. I feel more charitable over Christmas. I like to put losers out of their misery. Some tiny, dicked asshole is miserable from constant rejection. That constant rejection turns him angry. And the world does not need any angrier men, right? When Pete walked into my Goth bar, he smelled of desperation and loneliness. That scent is always intoxicating to me. I love to put a desperate man out of his misery. He asked to buy me a drink but ordered me what he wanted not what I wanted. He assumed that a Goth girl alone at the bar would be happy with any kind of attention, I guess. I spiked his drink so I could get him out of the bar easily. Once he was in my car, he started mumbling some bullshit about how I will be getting a gift from Santa Clause soon. I knew whatever was in his pants was not a gift, but a nightmare. The torture sex was on me that night. I tied him to his bed naked and spread eagle. His apartment had no signs of a woman living there. Not surprising. I went to his kitchen to check out his knives. He was getting a free castration this Christmas. He was drugged but still able to hurl some bullshit that I would not tolerate. I cut his balls off. I did not use anything to numb the pain either. No alcohol. No lidocaine. No castration ban. I wanted him to slowly bleed out and go into shock. It is very painful for a man I am sure to have a bitch cut his dick and balls off. If the wounds are not cauterized, the torture flick becomes a snuff porn quickly. Just what I wanted. To kill another angry tiny dick loser. Who is next? I am ridding the world of angry, useless men, one at a time.