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Snuff Porn Makes Me Money

snuff pornWeekends are for snuff porn for me. I used to just make homemade snuff flicks for my pleasure. Then about ten years ago, a guy asked me to make one for him. Sort of a keepsake of a kill I did for hire for him. That was a profitable move on my part. One, I have been recreating ever since. I do not need a partner in crime or a client to make snuff films though. But if I am going to kill anyway, why not make a profit, right? Tony approached me last week about a snuff film he wanted of his ex-wife. She has been bleeding him dry financially for years. That is because she knows his dirty secrets. He has been banging his daughter for a few years. The wife, who is the girl’s stepmom, found out. Instead of doing the right thing like going to the cops or something, she blackmailed him. He wanted the cunt gone because she is a liability. He wanted to add to his collection of snuff movies though too. Not a problem for me. I will kill anyone for pleasure or profit. I hate gold diggers anyway. I made her murder look like a home invasion gone wrong. We set the ex-husband up with an airtight alibi because the ex-husband is always a suspect. I had fun with this one. She was in a nice house, on his dime of course. White rugs and furniture everywhere. I turned everything blood red. I broke into the safe and stole the jewels and pictures she had. This cunt had blackmail material on some powerful men. I wanted to leave some of the pictures, but that would cast more suspicion on my client. I took them all. I stabbed her in a staged frenzy so that the murder looked unplanned. Her bright red blood stained the white walls, rugs and furniture quickly. It was a bloody phone sex massacre. All captured on film too. My client was very happy to get a call from me on a burner cell he uses. He tossed in some bonus money for making her death extra violent. Who says crime does not pay?

Training The Next Generation of Goth Teen Phone Sex Bitches

goth teen phone sexDo you like goth teen phone sex girls? I am no longer a teen, but I am always training the next me. I was a young Goth girl when I started having dark fantasies. My grandpa was my mentor. He saw in me what someone saw in him many decades before. Dark instincts need to be cultivated he told me, not squashed. I am a killing machine now. And I have never been questioned by the police. I am skilled in DNA destruction like Dexter Morgan. I never leave a body, nor do I hunt where I sleep thanks to the tutelage of my sadistic grandpa. Amy is under my wing now. She is a young girl with violent impulses just like me. I had to intervene and help her grow. If you have these instincts, you need a code so you can explore them while avoiding detection by law enforcement. I met Amy by chance. She had just murdered a school bully impulsively when I happened upon the murder scene. She thought she was dead in the water. That was her lucky day. That was Satan’s intervention. The dark lord put me in her path to help her, guide her, protect her raw talent. I have been honing her skills ever since. She cannot drive yet, but she can kill. She makes a perfect accomplice phone sex partner. She is school age herself, so she can lure little mean girls to their death. She targets surrogates for girls at her school, because an unbreakable rule is not to kill where you sleep. You can have no connection to the victim, or you come under investigation for the crime. She brings them to me, and I help her kill them. I help her destroy the little sluts. It is therapeutic for her. She has the urges and rage like many young girls. She can end up on death row before she can legally drink, or I can mentor her, hone her craft and turn her into an evil snuff porn queen like me. I can train your little bitch too.

Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexGame for some taboo phone sex?  That is all I do. I am not your vanilla girlfriend. I am not even the girl you call because you are a sex addict and want to talk on the dark side. I do not want to be your girlfriend. You have two choices with me. You can be my accomplice or my victim. I have this loser stalker. He keeps telling me he loves me and wants to knock me up. I hate brats. I have zero desire to be a mother. I do not want to wipe anyone’s ass or have anyone dependent on me for survival. I will forget to water it or feed it and it will die. I am too hedonistic for that. Sometimes, when I am in huntress mode, I am gone for days in the wilderness. When I find the perfect prey, I like to have fun. I am all about prolonging the torture sex. I had this little teen slut over the weekend. A cheerleader too. She was in her little cheer outfit when I kidnapped her from the mall. What a cute thing. It was a bummer I was alone with her. I love having an accomplice for little teen sluts. Sure, I carve them up good and mutilate their little girl parts, but all I can fuck their tiny holes with are my fists and foreign objects. You can destroy a cunt with your cock. I am sometimes envious of that, then I remember dicks make most of you stupid like my love lorn stalker. Men, do not follow his footsteps. Be my accomplice phone sex partner or die as my victim. If you try to romance a stone cold bitch, it will not go how you want. You will be dead and anally destroyed just like that little teen cheerleader tease.

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. Sick bitches like me have them too. I have more than dark fantasies, however. I act on my impulses. I think you should too because repressed desires are no good for anyone. That is why when I saw this little angel playing alone in the park, I seized the moment. She was too young to be playing alone. She was easy prey. I asked her if she wanted to see a puppy in the back of my van, then I chloroformed her. I am patient with my prey. I took her to my cabin in the woods for easy disposal. It is so off the grid that no one will ever find it. It is rustic. No power or running water. It is just a kill shack that masquerades as a hunting cabin. The little angel was groggy but alert enough to be scared. I was going to have fun with her, but I do wish you had been with me to enjoy destroying her young flesh. I love the smell and taste of virgin blood. I fucked her with a strap-on first. I popped that cherry quickly. When I grew bored of the strap-on, I switched to my fists. I love fisting a tight bald cunt. I split her in two. If she survived the assault, which she would not, her little cunt would need stitches. I am a snuff porn maker. No one lives to talk about their encounters with me. That is why I have never been caught. I have no real MO, so no pattern can be established. The remains are never found, because nature is my accomplice. After I killed the little cunt, I fed her to the coyotes and bears. That little bitch is literally just a shit stain in the wilderness now.

Teen Rape Porn for Easter

teen rape pornHe wanted a teen rape porn for Easter. He was in the right place. We hunted together. He wanted a doll baby in her pretty Easter dress. We found this perfect little victim. Blue eyes, porcelain skin, blonde hair and wearing a white laced Easter dress with ribbons. Cute pink barrettes in her hair too. She looked so innocent. I was picturing her looking like one of the bloody twin girls from The Shining. He was picturing her with his big man cock in her tiny young holes. I made an anonymous bomb threat to the church and waited while the congregation panicked. We snatched her up in the man-made chaos. I used some chloroform to knock her out while we traveled to my kill shack. She woke up while my client was fucking her little puffy mound. Her white cotton panties, stained with blood, were around her ankles. She started crying, but that just made him fuck her harder. Certainly, got my juices going too. I love a little whore crying for her mommy who is never coming for her again. I had my knives sharpened and ready to carve up the bitch when he was done having his fun with her. He took his time too. Used her ass like she was some seasoned ass rape porn star not a little girl. Her ass bled on his cock too. His dick was thick, so he stretched out her cunt and her asshole. Eventually, he could not cum anymore. Her little holes were bloodied and swollen.  When he was done, it was my tern to have fun. I carved up her tender flesh like she was a brisket I was serving for Easter brunch. She bled bright red blood. I gutted her too. The pain was no doubt unbearable to the point she could not wait to die. I gave my sacrifice to the God who resides South of Heaven. He is the only one who shall rise today.

Snuff Phone Sex Accomplices

snuff phone sexI am all about snuff phone sex. My fantasies and my actual experiences are dark. I definitely prefer an accomplice when I am carving up a little girl, but I can kill solo. I have trust issues. I do not just bring on anyone to help me hunt. I make my partners pay a large sum of money for the privilege of killing with me. I need to know you are not going to suddenly get a conscious and feel guilty about slaughtering some sweet little whore. Dax was screened by me. I do a background check on all potential accomplices. The more I know, the more I can control the narrative. Dax and I agreed on this little read headed whore. He has a thing for ginger sluts. I hate all brats so I will kill any of them. We had this little girl in my kill shack in the woods. He was fucking the shit out of her little holes, but then suddenly he wanted to let her go. I explained you cannot let a little slut go full of your DNA unless your want to be some guy’s ass rape porn star in prison. He agreed to killing who ever we kidnapped then he got cold feet. I had to kill them both. I did not want to kill him, but I am not going down because some P man suddenly has an epiphany. That little ginger was just a little whore. Nothing more, nothing less. Only her parents will miss her, and they can have more deviant spawn just like her. I cut them both up, drained their blood in my tub and fed them to the wild animals. No one can find my kill shack without me. It is rustic. Like Evil Dead rustic, but if those walls could talk. I would love to have another accomplice, but you better damn well not get cold feet like Dax. That’s how you become my snuff porn star instead of my accomplice.

Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be a favorite of mine because I am a knife aficionado. It takes skill and precision to kill your victim with a blade. Anyone can kill with a gun and just get lucky. No challenge or skill needed. I have amassed an impressive knife collection over the years too. Many I inherited from my grandfather when he died. My parents are simps. I get my evilness from my grandpa. How he raised my wimpy ass father is beyond me. My grandpa was a brutal man with a need to hunt like me. He taught me how to kill with a knife. I do not own a gun. I am perfectly capable of handling myself against an attacker armed just with my wits and a knife. An intruder found out the hard way how good I am with a knife. I was sound asleep the other night when I woke up to a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the bed. I did not scream. I did not tip my hand that I was awake either. I slowly reached under my pillow and flung my knife into his chest until I heard the thud of a body on my bedroom floor. I hit him to disarm him, not kill him. Not kill him yet at least. I like torture sex. No one crosses me and gets a quick death out of it. I turned on the lights, pulled out my knife and stuffed my panties into his open chest wound. I knew where I hit him. He would eventually bleed out, but I had 30 mins or so left to make him wish he had died instantly. I cut off his cock and his balls. I fucked his ass with my knife too shredding his asshole into a pile of raw hamburger meat. I could have called the authorities and been within my right to kill the intruder, but I carved him up too much before I let him bleed out, so I dumped him in my bathtub. He is soaking in lye and dissolving as I start my day off with some sadistic phone sex. This intruder will never be found if anyone even reports him missing.

Snuff Sex Makes Me Wet

snuff sexSnuff sex makes my pussy wet. Does it get your cock hard? I will watch snuff flicks I made, but I like to watch the work other sadistic filmmakers too. I have this guy friend who makes my favorite kind. Maybe you have seen some of his flicks. They always star a stupid cunt being tortured and killed. These are young little sluts. Like jailbait and barely legally little girls next door, daddy’s girls and princesses. There is always torture and fucking before the killing. I love watching schoolgirls get slaughtered and defiled. It is just so fucking hot. I had my first kill when I was no older than some of the girls this guy snuffs on film.  I killed a fellow schoolgirl.  So, my first victim was my age and the age of my friend’s snuff porn stars. I was impulsive during my first kill.  I used a knife and stabbed her in the stomach over 20 times. I made it look like a random sex crime. I tied her up, sodomized her with some kitchen instrument and carved whore in her chest. The case was never solved. I was never a suspect even though I was the one that found the body. She was a school friend. Well, not friend. She was a little cunt that made my life hell. We were paired together for a school project, and I had gone to her house to work. No parentals were home.  She said something that pissed me off, and I pulled out my knife from my backpack and stabbed her in her kitchen. I put the bloodied knife back in my backpack and called 911 about 30 minutes later after I staged the scene. I was so young, the cops never asked me many questions. They never searched my backpack. My prints in the kitchen were explained easily. No one suspected I was a bad seed. I think because my first kill was a schoolgirl it has shaped what I like to kill now. You have a schoolgirl in mind for our taboo phone sex call?

Castration Phone Sex is Fun for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? I hope you say yes, but guess what? I do not care if a guy wants his dick cut off or not. Many of my castrations have been done for a fee. Some loser knows he has a worthless cock and wants it gone. Or maybe he just wants to be a sissy and wants his balls removed. I will castrate anyone who pays. I castrate quite a few who do not pay or even request a ball removal too. Men are living in the dark ages still. If I say get away from me mother fucker or leave me alone loser, I mean it. I am not playing hard to get. I am not the kind of woman you piss off. Because I just assume kill you then let you harass me. Mike was the latest recipient of my free ball removal service last night. We met at music venue. I was alone and wanted to be left alone to enjoy the music. This solo guy was all up in my space trying to dance with him. If I wanted him to bump and grind on me, I would have let him know. It was a seedy little club. The show was a sausage fest, but one less sausage at the end of the night. I had a knife strapped to my leg. When he pulled out his cock, he thought I was going to go down on him in a club, I knew I had to cut it off. This was not ball removal. This was cock removal. The tool needed no instrument. While I was on my knees, I pulled out my knife and sliced off his cock and squirmed my way out of the crowd to avoid detection. I think it took him a few minutes to realize what had happened. I left the show early but that was only, so I did not get arrested. No fucking dickless wonder was sending me to jail.

Sex with Dead Bodies is the Way I Roll

sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodies is the way I roll. I am not the most sexual woman in the world. Men need to learn that all I want from them is a stiff cock. I do not want to spoon. I do not care about their day. I do not want to date. I do not want to be called baby or honey. And I am not a submissive whore they can dominate. And I am not a dumb bimbo who believes any line they dish out. I learned when I was 19 that it was just easier to kill a man with an erection and use his dead cock when it was still warm and hard. It is the best solution for a woman like me. Dead men do not spoon. Dead men tell no lies. Dead men do not dominate women. Dead men do not talk. And dead men do not cum. I cum. That is all that matters. No mess. My first lover I killed was by accident. I met this guy at a Goth bar. He was handsome and cool. I had a fake ID saying I was 22. I had killed before, but I was still perfecting my craft and I had not yet killed a man I wanted to fuck. We were in my bedroom, and he switched personalities. He was suddenly aggressive and demeaning. I grabbed some scissors by my bed and stabbed him in the jugular vein. His dick was hard, and it stayed hard even as he was dying. Bloody phone sex does not scare me. Neither does the sight of blood. I took advantage of his dead cock and had the best orgasm of my life. I am not digging up corpses and fucking them, but a fresh cadaver with a stiff dick is all I need to get off. So, men, I do not need you alive to get what I want or need. Never forget that.