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Bloody Phone Sex Just Got Bloodier and More Torturous

bloody phone sexIt would not be Killtober without bloody phone sex. Recently, a caller inspired me to utilize more medieval torture. My grandfather did not just leave me his massive knife collection, but his medieval torture collection too. Some of the pieces are authentic and appraised at a high price. And insured too. But a couple pieces are replicas made to look authentic. All of which now reside in my underground bunker. Or best known as my new kill shack. Have not abandoned my old one yet, but this new one is more convenient.

So, after my phone call, I spoke with a friend who seems to be able to find anything you want or need from young girls to drugs to a medieval rack. But I have always wanted a medieval rack. And he found me one. For a pretty penny, of course. It got delivered yesterday. And it even has fresh blood stains on it. My guess, some one else used it recently for torture sex. Just like I planned to do also.

But who would be my first victim? My need to try this expensive, centuries old torture device, made me less selective. So, the first person to annoy me would win one free torturous death. And that just happened to be some vacuous self-entitled coed cunt who cut in line at my Goth coffee house thinking all the other Goth folks would not check her bad behavior, and when someone did, she went off on an unholy rant. My lucky turned into her last day on earth.

Nothing Better Than a Bloody, Torturous Medieval Death

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I followed her in my car, cut her off the road, dragged her out of her expensive car that no doubt mommy and daddy bought for her. Luckily, she went down a back road, less traveled. Tossed her in my trunk and drugged her. And she woke up tied to my new rack. Feisty whore. Mouthy too. I put a ball gag in her mouth because I hate those whiny, high pitched bimbo sounds. Once I cranked the rack up, she started screaming. Muffled screams, but at least she was no longer talking.

Honestly, I like to prolong the snuff sex torture for as long as possible so I can achieve maximum pain for my victim and maximum pleasure for me. But her voice and screeching forced me to put her out of my misery. So, she died quickly. At least quickly by my standards. But painfully. My nice new toy ripped her in two. Eviscerated her, leaving her guts on the floor and her  blood on my wall. But nothing a hose and some paint cannot fix.

Bloody Phone Sex Rampage for Killtober

bloody phone sexKilltober equals bloody phone sex. My Halloween rampage took off earlier this year. Just too many folks need put out of my misery. But I am an equal opportunity killer. Your gender, age, skin color, or size never matters to me. If you act like a tool or a bitch, and you cross my path, I will kill you. And without remorse either. I am sort of an equalizer.

I meet folks who need killed everywhere. And yesterday, I met Bob at the grocery store. Meet might not be the right word. More like encountered. He went off on some old lady cashier for going too slow. Who yells and degrades a grandma? If you cannot control your anger like that or enjoy picking unfair fights so you can win, that makes you a tool. And tools, I find expendable.

As I followed him out to his car, I watched him yell at more people who did nothing wrong but pass him by. I found a snuff porn victim at the grocery store. And I think that might be a first. For his deplorable actions, he lost his cock and his balls. He lost his life too. But I wanted to make him suffer. And I wanted him to know why. I am sure the act I caught at the grocery store was mild compared to what he has done in the past. Folks do not act like bullies just once.

So Many Folks Deserve to Die to Make This World Better

I ran a background check on the license plate of the car he drove off in and determined he did not have a wife. So, likely home alone. Perfect for me because I do not need his DNA in my car or home. But I leave no DNA because I am a smart killer. I caught him by surprise. The loser thought I snuck into his house to fuck him. But I let him think that so I could get his worthless dick out.

When we got to his bedroom, I overpowered him easily and tied him to his bed. The loser thought I just wanted to play kinky games. In a way, I did. I used an elastor on his balls which farmers use for castrating sheep. Once bound and gagged, I read him his rights and mutilated his body. I carved Bully in his chest with a very sharp knife and watched the blood pour out of him. Then I continued the torture sex with his cock. Carved loser on his useless pecker. More blood loss. But I prefer red to all other colors.

I sexually mutilated him before the final cut to the throat made him bleed out on his bed. Normally, I would take his body out of the house and feed it to the wildlife in the woods behind me, but he weighed too much. Dead weight literally. If anyone missed him or discovered his body, it looked like a woman scorned killed him. But they will never know I was the woman. No one ever knows it was me.

Most Days, The Killer Phone Sex Bitch in Me Needs Unleashed

killer phone sexThe killer phone sex bitch inside me gets stronger as Halloween approaches. Killtober started early this year. In my defense, the world seems full of assholes and cunts. Although I tend to be pro woman and mostly hunt male predators and otherwise stupid male fucks. But sometimes a bitch needs put down too. I am sure you know a miserable cunt who deserves to die. Feel free to send her my way, LOL.

I went into my Goth coffee house on Wednesday. Nothing unusual for me. I love this coffee house because the owner is Goth too. The whole place has a Goth vibe right down to the customers. However, on that day, some high school cheerleader came in for some fancy latte and criticized the environment. She said the place needed some pink, anything to cheer the place up. Bitch, please. You do not come into a Goth coffee house and tell the barista you want to see more color when you come back next.

Sometimes, A Bitch Needs Put Out of Our Misery

And you don’t bitch about your fancy latte not exactly the way you ordered it. In my mind, I killed her there. Made her a snuff porn star in the coffee house. But I like this place. My happy spot for a plain, dark coffee just like my soul. I followed the entitled spoiled bitch for a few days, then last night grabbed her from the parking lot of her high school. I called up a male friend of mine who loves little white cheerleaders. He loves to destroy them with his tree trunk cock.

This bitch would die, but why not rent her holes out to a man beforehand? Make her wish she’d never been born. Did not take long for the bitch to wish that. I helped my friend hold her down so he could turn her into a teen rape porn star before I stabbed her to death. She begged to die after he fucked her. Destroyed her pussy and ass before I eviscerated her and fed her to the wild animals.

The world never needs another spoiled, entitled cunt. At least now, I will never see her in my coffee house again. Or anywhere else.

Knife Play Phone Sex with Me Leaves You without a Dick and Dead Sometimes Too

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex with me may end your life or leave you dickless. So, consider yourself warned. I am not your typical girl. No girl on a snuff site is. When you call a sadistic bitch like me you best not be looking for a normal fuck call. Those I never do. Never. Most guys follow my rules on my phone sex line and in my personal life. However, there will always be those self-entitled assholes who think that because they paid you for a service they can do as they please.

Take Mike for example. He hired me to castrate him. But he got cold feet and thought he could fuck me instead. Why in the world would I ever fuck a man who knows his cock cannot do anything for a woman. If you want me to castrate you, I will not fuck you. If you do not think you are worthy, why should I?

He paid me $10,000 for castration phone sex. Just this was real life, not my phone life. But when he met me, he got a boner. I guess he likes Goth babes. But not my problem. I would not refund him. And I told him no refunds when he paid me. So, this idiot tried to force himself on me. But no man ever catches me off guard. I have eyes in the back of my head. Plus, I’m always strapped with a knife or two.

If You Pay Me for Castration, You Can Never Fuck Me Before You Lose Your Balls

When he tackled me to the ground, I kneed him in his balls. Made him cry like a bitch. That was enough time for me to regain control. My knife sliced his leg to hobble him. Mike was a big boy. Not tall but fat. He could have squashed me. But he did not because I am a swift thinker and always prepared. I strapped him down on the floor, tying him to the table and coffee table legs. Then I stripped him and did the job he paid me to do. But first I kicked him in the balls several times. Hard too.

I took his cock and balls. Shoved both in his mouth, pinched his nose and suffocated him. Yes, he got snuff sex and castration. Maybe not a bonus for him, but a bonus for me.

Snuff Movies and Chill? Well, How About Just the Snuff Flicks

snuff moviesIt’s getting to be snuff movies and cuddling season. Although, I never cuddle, LOL. I’ve killed men for even trying. If you know anything about me, you know I do not cuddle. And I do zero romance. No baby talk or pet names either. Fall means death to me. But then all seasons do. However, Fall includes Halloween. And that means 30 days until Killtober.

I started a little early this year. Perhaps, it is me. Or maybe they just make more idiots every year. I’ll admit, my tolerance for stupidity seems to be even lower than my tolerance for pet names and romance.  When I met Dave at my coffee shop, he seemed to be a Goth boy. So, when we started talking, I thought maybe I met a guy I could just snuff porn and chill with. He seemed every bit as dark as me.

We have talked every morning almost for a few months now. So, when he asked if I wanted to hang, I agreed. But I had my radar on. I had him come to my place, so I had the hometown advantage if things went awry. And they did sadly.  I never take pride in killing other Goths. But a sadistic bitch must do what a sadistic bitch does. And that’s kill and castrate. Most of my victims appear to be just normal, white boy tools. So, I did not expect my Goth boy server to pounce on me.

I Love Killtober Season

Maybe he pretended to be Goth. Who knows. He dead and worm feed now. We sat on the couch, and he put his arm around me. So, I schooled him on my rules. No romance. No cuddling. And no pet names or baby talk. He pushed me down on my couch and attempted to rip my clothes off. But I am always strapped with a knife for this very reason. Sure, I would have preferred to torture him for hours, but he had the advantage of strength. So, I grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the gut. Knife play phone sex seems like my best friend lately.

As I twisted the knife, I felt his blood and guts pour out of him and onto my body. I let him bleed out on me. The smell and feel of blood intoxicate me. Eventually, I pushed his carcass off me and dragged his body out back for the wildlife to dispose of for me. But he made

Gothic Phone Sex Season Has Arrived and I am Ready to Kill

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex season has arrived. And no one is more excited than me. The spooky season makes it so much easier to kidnap people and do very bad things to them. Lots of costume parties and drunk men and women makes finding prey easier. And I am all prepared with my costumes and knives to blend in as Halloween festivities approach.

I am committed to killing at least one person a day until November 1st.  Last year I hit a record of 62 kills between September and October. However, this year I want to up that number.  And last night seemed like a perfect and bloody way to start snuff sex season. I found a drunk coed all dressed up like Harley Quinn. I guess some college bar in the next county over hosted an early costume party. But I blended in. Everyone thought I had dressed like Wednesday Addams. But this is my everyday look. I blend in during Halloween season.

Spooky Season Makes It Easier To Kill

When I saw this drunk bimbo coed stumbling out of the bar, I knew she was the one. Easy prey. The bitch tried to get into her car but put the key in the wrong car. I watched her for a few minutes before I pretended to be an off-duty Uber driver and got her in my car. Serial killer Ted Bundy inspired me. The back of my car has no door handles on the inside. However, this coed seemed too drunk to realize it. She passed out in the back seat before I got her to her final destination.

She did not weigh much, so I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to my underground dungeon like a sack of potatoes. Tied her up, stripped her naked and waited for her to wake up. Killer phone sex is not fun for me if you sleep through it. She seemed disoriented and confused. So, I explained what a dumb cunt she had been. And then I sexually mutilated her tits, cunt and ass. Destroyed all her holes with very sharp knives. Eventually, I dismembered her slowly and fed her limb by limb to the wild animals behind my house.

No one will know where to look for her. Perhaps, no one will even miss her. But I know that no one will find her if the do miss the dumb cunt.

Knife Play Phone Sex Cuts You To the Bone

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex cuts you to the bone with me. And I do mean that literally. This little sissy bitch found me on the dark web. And I guess he did not read all the details about me when he reached out to me on my burner cell to book me for some extreme cock and ball torture. I’m a sadistic bitch who sees very little value in a man’s junk, especially a sissy’s junk.

This loser paid a hefty sum for alone time with me. I brought my knife collection too. Honestly, no clue what he thought might occur during our session. He wanted me to peg his ass. And I explained pegging seemed a little too vanilla for someone who goes by the wicked butcher on the dark net. I am into extreme cock and ball torture sex. When I mentioned it felt more natural for me to neuter him, he acted like he did not know I was that wicked.

And he tried to get a refund. Nope. No refunds. And it’s in the fine print he signed online. I asked him if he was that dumb to think he paid a few grand to get pegged? That vanilla shit you can find anywhere for free. Most women will willingly peg a man’s ass and not even consider slicing the sissy’s balls off in the process. But I am not most women. Never will be either.

I am a Wicked Butcher, So No Vanilla Shit Ever With Me

When he tried to run for the door, I tossed a knife to hit him in his sissy ass. And that brought him to his knees. As he screamed in pain, I mocked him. His pain had only just begun. I dragged him to my medieval rack and bound him too it. And a few cranks had his body in a tortuous state. But that was my purpose. Even wiggling an inch would cause pain and maybe even break a bone. I turned on my camera. Perhaps along with the castration phone sex, I thought I might make an educational movie about what happens to dumb assess.

I did not even use a castration band. No mercy for a stupid apparently illiterate sissy bitch who did not understand what he paid me for. Always read bios before you pay a woman for anything. I cut his balls off and let him bleed all over my nice torture rack. I can hose the rack off.

But him? Well, he did not survive. He bled a lot, went into shock and had a heart attack, I think. Although cutting your balls off hurts and creates a decent blood loss if not cauterized quickly, that alone won’t kill you. So, he went out a pansy. He could not even handle some blood loss. Way in over his head. But not my problem anymore. I fed him to the wild animals.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Pegging Men’s Assholes Consume Me Most Days

rape phone sex fantasiesWomen enjoy rape phone sex fantasies too. However, my forced fantasies do not always involve women or young girls. I mostly harbor them for asshole men. For centuries men have acted like cavemen towards women. Not all men of course. And not even most men. I think most men in the world know how to treat a woman with respect and dignity. Or they can at least fake it in public settings. However, there remains still a percentage of cavemen who think women owe them sex. And those sorts of men I love to anally torture.

If I go out any weekend night to a bar, I can find men who need taught a lesson in how to treat women. Sometimes I simply peg or fist their ass into submission. And other times, I use castration phone sex to neuter the cavemen. Last night, I did both. Told you, I just felt in the mood to wreak havoc on a man’s sexual pleasure. Although, I do not consider myself a man hater, I do see myself as a punisher. If a man cannot behave, I show him how.

I Enjoy Putting Cavemen in Their Place

Danny made the mistake of acting like a tool at the bar last night. He sexually harassed me. Some men just think they can break a woman’s will. Or they think that when she says no it’s some sort of game. Danny did not get the memo that in 2024 women can reject a man’s advances if she wants. So, I let him think I caved to his persistence and wanted to blow him in the bathroom. As if any woman really wants to blow some caveman in a dirty ass bar bathroom.

I caught him off guard. My knife forced him to turn around so I could restrain his arms behind his back. Once I secured him, I pulled down his pants and I fucked his ass with a homemade dildo that I affixed shards of glass to with super glue. And that let me shred his ass. But I did not stop there because I felt in the mood to castrate him too. I gave him the reach around for some cock and ball torture sex. With one clean swipe, his worthless caveman balls fell to the ground, and he passed out on the floor.

I left him bleeding out on that dirty bar bathroom floor, just like he would have left me after he got what he wanted. Some one needs to put cavemen in their place. Might as well be me.

Blasphemy Sex Feels on the Rise Because of the Hypocritical Religious Right

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex seems to be a popular fetish lately. Perhaps, this trend correlates with the rise of so-called Christian values. Personally, the religious right irk me to no end. Nothing but a hypothetical bunch of holier than thou assholes. They want to regulate my body. They want to dictate who I am and who I love. And they want to do away with porn and anything to do with the adult industry. Yet, I know these fake Christians cheat on their spouses. Likely cheat on their taxes. And I bet a bunch of the Christian men suck dick too.

Recently, I met this man who spiked the drink of a trans Goth girl so he could assault her sexually. Not only did he explore his rape phone sex fantasies with her, but he beat her up too. Once I found out, I offered to avenge her. And I did it for free. I am a great tracker. I can find just about anyone. Turns out the predator who drugged her is the pastor of this mega church in town. Told you. What a hypocritical lot.

Took me a few days to plan the right attack. I thought it might be macabre poetic justice to assault him in his own church. I snuck in. But I got a surprise. I caught him banging some chick. I waited till she left. This fuck nugget condemns trans people and anyone who is not straight. He acts all pious. But he cheats on his wife and sexually assaults trans girls. Well, he will not do either anymore.

Nothing Worse than A Hypocritical Preacher. Fuck the Church. Fuck God. And Fuck Holier than Thou Hypocrites

I neutered the hypocrite. Cut his balls off with a cross hanging in his office. Let him bleed all over his church. Since he never knew I was in his church, he never saw me coming. And I caught him off guard and with his pants still down. I tied him up and drug him to the heart of the church where he received free castration phone sex on his alter. I wanted to stab him with his cross, but I took mercy on this sinner and hypocrite.

He got lucky, I told him. Rarely do I let my prey live. But I want him to live with his sins and try to atone every day for the rest of his sexless life. I left him with no balls and a a cross up his ass. Set his severed bloody balls on his Bible.  Miserable prick. Fuck the religious right and all the hypocrites. Stupid sheep believing in someone that does not exist. Following the word of a man who drugs and assaults trans women, cheats on his wife and who knows what else. Well, one hypocritical prick down and countless more to go.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill Than Guns

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex always turns me on. Knives remain my best friends. They protect me. And the provide me with so much joy. People who kill with guns, I think are pussies. You just need good aim. And you don’t even need that if you get close to your victim. However, knives require skill. Knives make the fight more even too. Hunters bragging about their kills, I cannot stand. The animal did not stand a chance. They never saw you coming.

I like to look my prey in the eye as I stab them. Never animals though. I would never harm an animal. They make the best accomplices. Since I built my underground torture sex bunker, I rarely visit my kill shack anymore. But I felt nostalgic over the weekend.

My little shack in the woods that my grandfather left me allowed me to practice my knife skills. And allowed me to improve my disposal skills. In that cabin, I discovered that wildlife made the perfect accomplices. They ate my victims.

Knives Require Skill, Patience and Precision

So, this tool I drugged and took to my cabin allowed me to reminisce. My cabin remains off the grid. It served as my grandpa’s fishing cabin and kill shack too. They say the killer gene skips generations. I miss him so much. He taught me everyone I know about murder and torture. And doing both under the radar. No bodies, no crime. This guy I brought to my kill shack sexually assaulted a fellow Goth chick. And I could not let that slide. Hurt one of my own and I kill you.

When he woke up, I had him tied up. I read him his list of crimes, and then carved up his cock and balls. When I told him I thought he deserved castration phone sex, he pissed himself. Although he tried to apologize, nothing he said could make me change my mind. I did not plan on letting him live. But I just enjoy mutilating junk first.

Men get this look of horror on their faces when my knife gets close to their balls. I tortured his worthless cock and balls for hours before I slit his throat and tossed him to the bears and coyotes. Let this be a lesson men. I punish and kill sexual predators. I make the world safer for women.