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Blasphemy Sex and a Young Virgin Sacrifice

blasphemy sexI love me some blasphemy sex. I like to make sacrifices to Satan. I bring him an offering every month. It never hurts to have the Dark Lord on your side. I am part of a Satanic cult. We have a church in the middle of the woods. It was built on the grounds where witches were sacrificed in the 1800s. In fact, the church was once the home to a covenant of witches. Seemed perfect for our Satanic cult. I picked up a young girl in a Walmart parking lot. Her mother was so busy scoring some crack she failed to pay the proper attention to her daughter. It was dark and raining. I bound and gagged her. Then I gave her a shot to subdue her as I carried her through the woods. You can only drive to a certain spot, then you must hike 2 miles in. It is how we stay undetected. When her blindfold came off, she was awake and inside our creepy old church. My flock were waiting for her. There were a bunch of creepy old men ready to use her fuck holes. They explored their rape phone sex fantasies with our virgin sacrifice. Satan would be pleased with my selection. She was super young and innocent. They assaulted her tiny holes with cocks and crosses while saying “Fuck Jesus.” We read perverted scriptures to her and told her God was dead. No one cared about her but Satan. He would make her his bitch. We pissed on her while explaining it was holy water to cleanse her soul.  We punched her, skull fucked her, and we even double penetrated her with crosses and other religious artifacts. We tortured and fucked her forever while singing Satanic verses. Once we killed her, we nailed her to a cross and summoned our beloved Dark Lord. We watched as Satan fucked her lifeless body. We pleased the only lord that matters with a tiny virginal sacrifice. I love blasphemy phone sex. Do you?

Snuff Phone Sex Killtober

snuff phone sexOctober is the month of snuff phone sex. It is my favorite month. I am all about Halloween. My favorite killers are Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees. They use knives, blades and axes, and their brute strength. No guns. I do not use guns because there is no skill involved. Sure, I can shoot a victim and they will die instantly if I aim right. Where is the fun in a quick death that is no challenge? Hunting your prey and killing them with some sort of sharp blade requires planning and skill. And above all else, it requires patience. I respect serial killers who are real or Hollywood creations. When I kill in the style of a Hollywood killer, I emulate their MO. The murder goes unsolved and blamed on some crazed horror fan. More folks kill in October, and less murders are solved. In my state, a lot of those murders are mine. It is Killtober for me. Last night, I hunted down two sluts just like Michael Myers would have if I lived in Haddonfield, Illinois. I had on my Michael Myers mask and crashed a frat party. Found two blonde bimbos drunker than a skunk. I lured them into an empty room and hacked them to pieces. It was a bloody mess. Normally, I hunt for days. In October, it is more about my mood and opportunity. Drunk and slutty teens always die first in horror movies. In my mask they assumed I was a frat boy. Instead of a dick, I pulled out a big knife and gutted them both. I showed no mercy. They were so drunk they did not even scream. The music in the house was loud, they never would have been heard if they did. Some drunk frat boy discovered them the next day. It was in the news that he woke up covered in their blood with their dead bodies in bed with him. Sucks to be him. I always get away with murder on killer phone sex calls and in life.

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Snuff Porn Date

snuff pornI am a snuff porn maker. I rarely “date” because I am a sick bitch.  I am not a roses and candy kind of gal. I do not do the traditional things women do to try to catch a guy. I do not watch sappy ass flicks like The Notebook or Titanic. I do not eat at fancy restaurants. I do not dress seductively to trap or entice a man either. I want to hunt, kill and eat humans.  It is hard to find like minded men.  I met a new man online who has made me reconsider my single for life mantra. You never know if men online are the real thing or just catfishing you. After a month of some hardcore texting about what we like to do to young girls, we planned to meet.  He booked us a cabin in the woods. He knew I had one of my own and was fond of seclusion. I met him there because if he was a dud or a poser, I wanted an escape route. I also brought my knives in case I had to kill him. When I arrived, the cabin was decorated with dried up rose petals and only candlelight lit the cabin. It was rustic. There was a bottle of rare bourbon on the coffee table. I love bourbon. The kicker was the trail of blood that led to the bathroom. I felt like a young girl on an Easter egg hunt. I followed the blood drops and discovered a young girl bleeding out slowly in the tub. She was my present. He snatched her from the mall and brought her here for us to torture and fuck. He knew just how to cut her so she would not die too quickly. She was bound, gagged, but alive. Not for much longer though because we had some fun with her. I watched him fuck her young tiny asshole and I fisted her bald tight cunt. We ruined her holes before we stabbed her a few more times and let her bleed out in the tub. I then tossed her carcass to the wolves. Best blind date ever.

Knife Play Phone Sex: 31 Days of Terror

knife play phone sexWith October right around the corner, knife play phone sex picks up. Personally, I love knives. They are my weapon of choice because they are versatile and require skill. Anyone can point a gun and shoot.  A gun just shoots. But a knife can do a million things. October is my favorite month. It is Halloween month. The month of my idols Michael Myers, Leatherface, Jason Vohrees, Norman Bates…. They inspire me, but they are fiction. I am reality. The death and destruction I carry out with my knives is the true stuff of nightmares because I am a living and breathing human. I have not been reincarnated or brought back from the dead. I am about to kick off my favorite month with 31 days of terror. No, I am not watching horror movies. I am making them. I will kill some one every day in October. I will use a different knife out of my collection. I will kill a variety of people. The key to flying under the radar is to never kill the same type or person. Never kill in the same exact pattern. Most of my killings are noticed, but never linked because they lack a pattern. The only thing consistent about my snuff porn is that I like to use knives, but I literally have thousands of knives in my collection.  I kill the young and the old. I kill black and white. I kill women and men. I kill for pleasure and profit. I kill alone and with an accomplice. Never any pattern. My rules are not to kill folks I know and to not kill in my hometown. Anything else is fair game. Do you want to help me with my 31 days of terror? I bet you know some sweet young piece of ass you would love to snuff after you fuck.

He Tried Snuff Sex with the Wrong Bitch

snuff sexHe wanted snuff sex with me. It did not go as he planned, however. The idiot had no clue who he was messing with. He tried to kidnap me so he could fuck me and kill me. He did catch me by surprise and that never happens. But once he took me to his place, the surprise was on him. While I was tied up in the trunk of his car, I managed to cut the ropes on the knife in my back pocket. He did not think to pat me down for weapons before kidnapping me. When he opened the trunk, I clobbered him over the head with the jack in his trunk. Now, I caught him off guard. He thought I was some little wallflower. Wrong. I am a bad ass bitch and I do not take kindly to men who try to harm me. He woke up naked and tied to his bed. I was straddling his body with a big ass knife from his kitchen. He tried to apologize and say it was all a mistake. You do not grab a woman out of a parking lot, bind her hands and stuff her in a trunk by mistake. I cut off his balls with no warning and informed him I made a mistake. He was bleeding all over his bed. I let him bleed out a bit before I heated up some water and used the bottom of the tea kettle to cauterize his wound. I was not going to kill this man. I wanted to leave him with the memory that his actions have consequences. He was not going to the cops. I merely defended myself. I carved a P in his chest deep enough to leave a scar. I wanted anyone who would see him with out a shirt to know he is a predator. I tortured him for hours. Took his balls and his dignity. He messed with the wrong bitch.

Castration Phone Sex for You

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is something I enjoy. I am never squeamish about taking a set of balls. I am not squeamish about taking the dick either. Manhood is overrated. It is a privilege to have a cock and balls, not an entitlement. Every now and then I must revoke a man’s privileges and I enjoy doing it. Lester is as pathetic as his name suggests. The problem is that Lester did not know he was a loser. He thought erroneously that a good job and an expensive car entitled him to any pussy he wanted even if the pussy did not want him. A couple women hired me for revenge. In case you did not know, women are great at revenge. They go sadistic. I normally charge anyone for such a job, but I castrated Lester for free because I support women. I will never let a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies on me. I have killed and maimed men who have tried. Lester did not see the set up coming. I spiked his drink like he has spiked so many women’s drinks. I had a few women helping me because it takes a village to take down a predator sometimes. Plus, I wanted a couple of his victims to help with the ball removal. I posed as an Uber driver and picked his drugged ass up and took him to my kill shack. When he came too, two women who he had drugged and fucked were standing over him with sharp knives and looks of glee on their faces. By the time the drugs had worn off he was without balls. He screamed bloody murder, but the torture sex had just begun. We each cut off a piece of his dick bit by bit. Savoring the fun and his pain. He will never fuck and drug a woman again. I love getting revenge.

Snuff Porn Death: May You Rest in Pieces

snuff pornI enjoy watching snuff porn, but I will always prefer to make it. Usually, I have a sweet young victim as my star because that is where the demand and money is found. That does not mean I do not enjoy snuffing out young victims because I do. I will kill anyone with two legs. Sometimes, however, it is fun to make a snuff flick with a man. When I do, it is like porn just for me. I can masturbate to watching my handy work and some small dick humiliation. I do extreme small dick humiliation because I will remove your tiny appendage. I will enjoy castrating you if you have a small dick. Hands down I prefer killing a grown ass man over a tiny girl. Not because I do not like tender age cunts. For me, it is more of a challenge. Like it is a fair fight. This is why I do not kill animals. No fairness there. Plus, I like animals. It is people I hate. I am happy to make snuff movies with men, especially men like Jim. I met him at Barnes and Noble of all places. I went in to get some books to read and he was the loser with a Goth girl fetish. I was not the right Goth girl for him, and he found out the hard way. He assumed wrongly that I was a pain slut and a submissive. I am into pain, but your pain, not mine. I drugged him and tied him up. When he woke up, I chopped his penis off. It was easy to do being so small. I made sure he knew I took his penis because it was worthless. I made a hot torture porn video carving him up. Dismembered him slowly too. May he rest all in pieces. Who wants to be next?

Snuff Porn on National Wildlife Day

snuff pornNo better way to celebrate National Wildlife Day than with snuff porn. I have a special affinity with wildlife, especially wolves and coyotes. They get rid of the evidence for me. I inherited my grandpa’s property when he died. He made me the sole heir to all his items. He ran a private prison in the 50s, 60s and 70s. It eventually got shut down when it was discovered that he was getting kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies to test new drugs on prisoners. He hid most of the money, so when the Feds seized his assets, there were no assets to seize. Grandpa was always a few steps ahead of life. I inherited that quality from him. My kill shack in the woods is off the grid. It is like something out of an Evil Dead movie. It was my grandpa who taught me how to make snuff porn and get rid of the evidence. I guess you could consider my grandpa and me serial killers. But we do not have a set MO. Bundy’s victims were all women with dark hair. He desecrated the bodies after he sexually assaulted them. He left DNA but the technology was not around to catch him back then.

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I have no MO. And I leave NO evidence. No bodies decaying in the woods. Nothing left to even get DNA. I do not bury the bodies. I feed the remains to the wildlife. Coyotes and wolves have my back. Just last night I killed a sweet young doe. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A naturally bald cunt and no tits yet. I snatched her in plain site because no one was paying attention. I had a client who wanted to fuck a sweet young thing. He paid me to do the dirty work. I kidnapped the girl and got rid of the evidence for him. After he defiled her tender little body with his big cock, I killed her. Used her little body to make a snuff porn. Guys love watching little ones assaulted and abused by grown men. This little girl was destroyed. I chopped her up into pieces and fed her to my local wildlife as a celebration of National Wildlife Day. Coyotes tore apart what was left of her little body. I watched a happy coyote with a little femur in his mouth look so happy for a fresh meal. Let me do your dirty work! Me and my furry accomplices will get rid of the evidence.

Bloody Phone Sex Rampage

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the hottest for me. I like gore. Blood and guts. I do not kill in a frenzy. I plan my kills, but my kill sites all look frenzied because I bask in blood. Last night, I went out on a killing spree. I kill random folks I have no ties to and that helps me go undetected. I have killed more folks than Michael Myers, but no one knows my name. That is because I kill smartly. The fall is my season too. I love to prep for Halloween with murder and mayhem. I got into my black car that blends in late last night and went cruising. I picked up a hooker first. She was a young Lolita hooker. I suppose I should have felt sorry for her. Some one was pimping her out. She looked like she wanted to die though, so I granted her wish. I took her to my kill shack in the woods. I picked her up in a different town than where I live. No one cares about junkie hookers. They just do not give a fuck. I fed her first. Let her take what appeared to be her first shower in months. She was addicted to meth and heroin. She be dead before 21 anyway. I just made the inevitable happen sooner. I tied her up on all fours and mutilated her young body. She cleaned up well, but she was still a hot, broken mess. This was a mercy kill. She never fought me. Not even when I sliced her flesh. She just laid there with her bright red blood cascading out of her body slowly. I chopped her limbs off and eventually she was just a bloody torso with no limbs. I fed her limbs to the wild animals. Her torso too. I wish you had been with me to fuck her tiny little holes. Rape phone sex fantasies are best shared.

Gothic Phone Sex Torture

gothic phone sexDo you have Gothic phone sex fantasies? I am a Goth girl. I love old Gothic buildings, books and movies. And I am a huge fan of Gothic torture. I am known for my knife collection and my electric chair castration contraption. I also have a collection of Medieval torture devices. Some very old and worth millions. My grandfather was a collector of the macabre. I inherited all his old torture devices. I have a few favorites include the Pear of Anguish, The Judas Cradle, a Breast Ripper and an Iron Chair. All of them destroyed the flesh and mutilate sex organs. That’s what gets me the wettest. I love the torture sex of male and female sexual organs. I had an annoying pervert in my dungeon last night. I caught him peeping into my window the other night. He is the town peeper everyone has been trying to nab for weeks.

Instead of calling the police, I took matters in my own hands. I used the Judas Cradle on this loser. It is a very barbaric and cruel torture device that ruins orifices. It was fitting for a peeping Tom. I used ropes to lower him down on the pyramid-shaped seat.  It looks like a small metal pyramid on a stick. It’s on a sturdy piece of metal with a three-pronged base to keep it stable. He screamed in pain as I lowered him on it. My dungeon is soundproof. The point is inserted into his asshole, destroying it. I added ankle weights to impale his ass as deep as I could. No doubt he felt intense pressure and his asshole gaping and shredding. It is a slow and torturous death. If I had not added the weights, he would have just suffered permanent damage to his asshole. But he succumbed to rips in the muscle tissue that bled out slowly over hours. I fed his remains to the wild animals. My neighborhood is safe again. My community will just think our town peeper moved on to a different community.