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I Need Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI was in the mood to watch some snuff movies. The problem was I was tired of the same old same old unimaginative stuff I was seeing on the 8MM reels I had. I know a few men in the snuff world. Most of the dark snuff flicks are deep fakes. They look real, but they are not. Now, I also know a few guys who like to help me make the real kind. The kind that girls die. Or men. I have an interest in watching men suffer and die too. Anyway, I needed something darker to get off, so I called a friend in the business. I asked him if he had anything not seen yet. Like I wanted a real snuff porn that only he had seen. He invited me over. He said he had just what I needed. It was a revenge porn he made for a woman client. This was an ex-wife who wanted revenge on her philandering husband who also hid money from her and refused to pay her support after leaving her for a 20-year college cheerleader. He was a shady businessman with lots of enemies. She had life insurance policy on him. He was worth more to her dead than alive since he was hiding money and not supporting his brats.

The film was hot as fuck. A sexy bad ass bitch lured him into a hotel room on the Texas side of the border. She seduced him into getting tied up naked on the bed. This is the reason no man ties me up. I have seen and made too many snuff flicks. His cock was erect but not for long. She castrated him. That was just the beginning. She tortured him and sexually mutilated his cock. When she severed his dick, she licked the blood this was dripping off the head. If it had been me, I would have taken a bite of it. It was wicked hot. Lots of torture. She carved him up too. Made it look like a drug cartel hit. It was brutal and that’s what I love. I googled the guy, and it was a real snuff flick I watched. His death is still unsolved. I am sure the ex has his money now. I love revenge snuff sex. I am going to start helping this guy make many more like the one I watched. I love to travel and kill new people.

Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSometimes I am minding my own business and I get into a snuff sex mood. I saw this young brat. She was cute for a soul stealing, germy little girl. I was thinking more about all the fun you could have with her. But sadly, you were not with me. You would have loved fucking her tiny bald cunt. As I stared at her thinking about you forcing your big dick into her teeny tiny hole, I got wet. Even though I was without a partner, I decided I had to have this little girl. I am patient. I waited in stealth, observing and waiting for my opportunity. She was playing in the park. Eventually all her little brat friends went home, and she was still there all by herself. It was fate. She needed you but she got me. I drugged her so I could cart her off quietly. I took her to my kill shack in the woods and I carver her up like a piece of meat. If I am by myself, I take my time and make the torture sex last. The screams of the young ones get me going. I carved up her tiny body with my big knife. I watched the crimson blood flow from her veins and pool on my floor. I knew what I was having for dinner. She was tiny. I chopped up her limbs and tossed her head to the coyotes. I put her limbs in a stew pot and removed the organ meat for a future meal. A young girl’s flesh is like eating veal. Its tender and oh so succulent if prepared right. I can have you over for the organ meat maybe. It is chock full of protein and vitamins. I do love eating young girls in more ways than one. But it is lonely sometimes to eat alone.

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.

Castration Phone Sex for Darwin Award Winners

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular with me. I do a lot of castration calls weekly, but every now and then I meet a candidate for the Darwin Awards. Chuck was this week’s winner in my opinion. I met him months ago. He hired me to castrate him, then backed out at the last minute. It happens more often than I like. It is the reason I take a half payment up front. It is nonrefundable. I will not just let a small dick loser back out of an agreement without getting something out of it for my time. Chuck has been calling for months trying to get me to castrate him again, but I do not give losers a second chance to screw me over. My time is precious and there is a lot of preparation that goes into getting ready for a castration phone sex call. 

castration phone sexTwo nights ago, this Darwin candidate showed up bleeding at my front door. I was not sure how he knew where I lived. I never give out that information. He must have stalked me. I let him in my house, but he was not going to leave. The fucking idiot tried to castrate himself and ending up taking everything. He took  his cock. He wanted to pay me to attach his dick back on. He was not Lorena Bobbitt’s husband, and I was not a nurse. I was not going to attach his Frankenpenis. This stupid mother fucker deserved to die. He was too stupid to live. He managed to cauterize his wound. I could let infection set in and turn his body septic, or I could kill him because he was too stupid to live. I mean he really mutilated his junk. I was surprised he was still walking and talking. 

castration phone sexI was a bit disappointed that I could not remove his dick, but he did save me his worthless balls. I do love castration phone sex. I have a lot of sharp knives and even an old death row electrocution chair I converted into a castration chair. No one does more dick removal than me. Since Mr. Darwin Award did most of it for me, I was left with killing him. In his weakened state, he was no match for me. I was able to tie him up and carve up his body. I removed his nipples first. I cut his tongue out too.I saved the balls for last. Well not completely last because I stabbed his asshole with the knife I would have used to cut off his junk. The loser came to a castration queen to save his life. He definitely deserves the Darwin Award because Chuck is the stupidest man alive. Well, he was the stupidest man alive. 

Torture Sex Need

torture sexSome days I am in a torture sex mood. This morning was one of those days. It is very snowy around here. I hate snow, but I like snow days. Snow days means brats around and not in school. I drove a few counties over because the first rule of murder is not to kill in your back yard. I went to the mall there because no matter what decade it is, brats will always hang at the mall. I disguised my appearance with by donning a blonde wig and wearing more traditional clothes. Big sunglasses to hide my eyes. I shopped until I saw a sweet young thing that got my cunt wet. She was a teen tease. The kind of whore in the making that will eventually be a welfare queen and a dirty stripper. I told her some bullshit about being a modeling talent scout and that I wanted to get some more photos of her. I play to their ego. The young girls with self-esteem issues eat it up. They never think I am going to make them a snuff porn star. I took her to my kill shack. I made her a drink that knocked her out. Not completely, but enough to take the fight out of her. I had an array of knives to play with. Tender flesh is my favorite to carve up. Young girls have the prettiest and sweetest blood. I carved up her tits and stabbed her virgin cunt. I could have used you by my side. I get such a rush carving up the flesh of a teen girl. She was so pretty and soft. And eventually so dead. I let her bleed out slowly. I fisted her cunt and ass as my final cruel gesture. After a couple hours of torture, I had a dead teen carcass to feed to the coyotes. She scratched my itch, at least for now.

Bloody Phone Sex Massacre Weekend

bloody phone sexI enjoy a bloody phone sex massacre. Honestly, the bloodier the better. When I am in a massacre mood, I take my victim to my kill shack in the woods. It is not on any map, and I can get as messy as I want because no one will find the remains. This little shack is not in my name either. I inherited it from my grandpa, but for 70 years this shack has stayed off of anyone’s radar. My grandpa built it. I was told it was his hunting cabin, but I knew it was where he took his victims. My grandpa was a serial killer. A thrill killer who never got caught because he did not have a pattern. He taught me everything I know about hunting and killing. I enjoy killing free from restraint. If I kill a person on their turf or in my home, I must worry about DNA. Out in my kill shack, however, the coyotes will take care of the DNA for me. I took this teen whore to my cabin over the weekend. She went willingly because she thought she was auditioning for a horror movie, not a snuff porn. I was just in the mood to mutilate a pretty young cock tease. I was solo on this kill. That is because very few people know about my cabin in the woods. Once they have seen it, I need to kill them. That is how no one knows about it. This girl was a teenager. Her name was Jenny. I drugged her and dismembered her body after I disemboweled her. I like to feed the wild animals protein rich organ meat from tender age victims. It is good for them. I gutted her in my basin tub. Drained her body of blood. Removed all her organs and then carved off every limb. It was a bloody mess, but wicked hot fun for a sick bitch like me. I fed all the remains to the wild animals, then I bathed in her warm blood like a witch. It was a wonderful weekend. I condensed the story obviously to fit in a blog, but it is a long and sordid tale of death and dismemberment. My kind of weekend.

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesDo you have murder phone sex fantasies?  I hope so. I am full of them. People think I am full of rage if I want to kill so many people. Not at all. I just like killing. I do not kill folks I hate or have beef with because that is a trail that leads back to me. I have gotten revenge, but it has been years later and usually done by an accomplice. I like to trade murders. That is where I kill someone who I have no affiliation with for you. And you return the favor. This has long been movie plots, LOL, but it is my way of taking out the trash from my life safely. I am smart and I am patient. That is how I never get caught. Crimes of passion are almost always solved. I met Mark online in a dark net chat room. He had a problem he needed fix. He was looking for a gun for hire to take care of his wife who was milking his millions away in an expensive divorce. He would be suspect number one if he did not have an airtight alibi for the night of her murder. It took me awhile to stalk her and kill her, but that was two years ago. I went to Miami to kill her while he was in Phoenix. I made it look like a robbery gone bad. I told him one day I would need a favor and he could not refuse. I did his murder for hire for free because I knew a day would come when I had a problem that I needed taken care of too. My problem was a former teacher in high school who tried to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me when I was young. He did not count on me being smarter than him at that age. Even though he was never able to fuck me, I told him one day my revenge would come when he least expected it. I waited almost 20 years for my revenge, and I used Mark to do it. I really wanted to be the one, but it could have come back on me. I thought Mark might balk at it but when I told him the why, he was glad to help. He even castrated the bastard for me. That was his touch. Sexual mutilation is always a female suspect in the eyes of cops, but I would be in the clear. So far no one has come asking questions. Mark and I got away with murder. I will always get away with murder because I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch. 

Killer Phone Sex Electrocution

killer phone sexIt is no secret that I love killer phone sex. It is in my genes. My grandpa ran a prison. He was responsible for 253 executions in his prison over the 20 years he ran it. I have his electric chair. I use it mainly for castration, but every now and then, I hook up the currents so I can kill a loser. I fired the chair up last night for a special guest. My grandpa told me all about how to prepare a subject for the electric chair and how to operate it. There are many things the public does not know about death by electrocution. First, the death row inmate is bathed and completely shaved. That includes the hair on his head and body. I prepare my personal death row inmate for electrocution by shaving every ounce of hair off his body. That includes his nut sack, ass crack and pubes. Electrocuted bodies are messy. My grandpa said to put a butt plug in the inmate’s ass, so he does not shit all over the place. Once my loser was shaved and cleaned, I put him in the chair with the butt plug in. I then slipped a catheter in his pee hole to prevent him from pissing everywhere. I put a leather strap in his mouth, so he did not bite his tongue off with the first electrical current. I strapped his head, chest, wrist, and ankles to the chair, so that his body would not levitate off the chair. I did not have the standard volts to course through his veins, but that did not matter. This was a snuff porn, not a federal execution. I do not have to adhere to the rule of no cruel and unusual punishment. I live for cruel and unusual punishment. So, I made the electrocution last for a harrowing 20 minutes instead of the industry standard of 30 seconds. The smell of burning flesh and the look on a man’s face as his brain is frying, is foreplay for me. I can still smell burnt flesh in my house. Helps me relive my special late-night kill over and over.

Skilled at Snuff Phone Sex

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Snuff phone sex is to die for with me. See what I did there. I may be a dark bitch, but I have a sense of humor. I enjoy life. I just enjoy it differently than most people. Where many girls my age live for social media and dating, I live for killing. I enjoy snuff. And not fantasies. The real thing. I have been killing since I was in high school. Once you get a taste for killing, you keep on killing. My first kill was orchestrated by my grandpa. I miss him. He died about 10 years ago. I like to think he would be proud of me. I had a mean girl in high school. Not that I cared what barbie dolls thought of me. It was more that this girl was relentless. And she drained my energy. She had to go. My grandpa knew she made life hard for me, and he wanted to help me kill her in a way that I would not get caught. He also taught me the two birds, one stone philosophy. I had a guy I needed taken care of too. He spread false rumors about us fucking because I rejected him. He was a loser. I was not fucking him. My uncle was savvy in all things, including computer hacking and murder. We hacked both the mean girl and the tool’s computers to make it look like they were once a thing that ended badly. Rule number one in a murder, is framing some one for your crime. And rule number two is to make sure you establish motive for your patsy. I snuck in my mean girl’s bedroom late one night and stabbed her to death. It was a blood fest. I sexually mutilated her too. That would make it look like my tool did it because sexual mutilation is often a crime of passion. My grandpa was so wise. He instilled in me not only a love for crime, but the skills to be a criminal and get away with it. My tool was arrested for my mean girl’s murder and tried as an adult. He was sentence to life in prison and all his appeals were denied. It was a crime that shook my community because the mean girl was a beloved cheerleader and the crime itself was horrific. I have gotten away with snuff sex hundreds of times since. Now, I am passing on my killer skills to men like you. Who can I help you snuff?