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Accomplice Phone Sex Feels More Satisfying if a Man Force Fucks the Brat First

accomplice phone sexTis the season for accomplice phone sex. More fun to kill together, don’t you think. A caller asked me why I mainly kill and torture men. Easy. Better access. Sure, I can kidnap and kill a brat. I have before. But when I cannot really use her little fuck holes properly, some of the fun dissipates for me. However, if I have someone who can take care of the sexual abuse of the little twat, leaving me with the torture, I enjoy it a lot more.

When I met Ryan at my Goth bar, I did not think anything would come of it. For once, a Goth man hit on me instead of some loser banker type out of his league. We drank some illegal absinthe the bartender brought back from Germany. Strong stuff. The kind of potent liquor that makes folks say what exactly is on their minds.

No amount of alcohol makes me spill my guts though. But when he started talking about his rape phone sex fantasies for a little brat, my mind swirled. I could not tell him anything about my past misdeeds and plant the seed in his head about future misdeeds together. And the convo went as I had hoped. We hoped in the car and drove around looking for some brat to fuck and torture.

If a Male Accomplice Can Force Fuck a Little Twat, I Can Torture Her

A last minute plan worked out beautifully because we found a little girl walking in her Halloween costume. Maybe to a party, or home from one. Did not matter, I scooped her up, tossed her in the trunk and we went to his place. Did not know this man well enough to let him into my dungeon. But in his house, not a problem.

I told him to fuck that little brat in all her tiny pink fuck holes. She cried and screamed like that was the worst thing to ever happen to her. And I suppose it was until I started with the torture sex. He did a good job splitting her holes wide open. A huge gap between her pussy and ass looked like one big hole. I could put my fist in it and use her as a hand puppet. And I did for shits and giggles.

Then I sliced her throat open and watched her bleed out. Wow. It turned into a much more satisfying kill when I had a male accomplice to fuck her holes properly. Who knows. Maybe you will be my next accomplice. Hope the sight of blood does not make you queasy. I like to make a mess.

Snuff Movies and Halloween Pair Well Together

snuff moviesI love snuff movies. Always have. But making them gives me more pleasure than merely watching them. And likely it always will. Since I am still trying to break my record of kills during my favorite month of the year, I’ve been a busy psychotic bitch. Friday and Saturday nights closer to Halloween means lots of drunk, slutty coeds in slutty costumes. And I can make them famous in the after the life.

I pretended to be the Uber these two drunk whores ordered.  And they seemed too drunk to question anything. These two bitches fell in my hands. Just like that. I pulled up to a bar just to scope out the talent going in and out. And the next thing I knew, I had two slutty Barbie Dolls in the backseat of my car. Fate. So, I took it as a sign that these girls would star in my next homemade snuff porn.

And I can make bank selling my movies on the dark web. Sick men who match my energy love seeing hot teen sluts get eviscerated. And these girls seemed so wasted that they did not even realize they were not at their sorority house. Once in my spooky home, I dosed them with some sedatives so I could get them down into my torture dungeon. One girl I tied to my medieval rack. And the other one I bound to a sawhorse. Even if I prefer to have an accomplice to fuck young bitches, I can destroy fuck holes on my own just fine.

Nothing Better Than a Medieval Torturous Death

But I wanted this film to resemble medieval torture. The folks of ancient times knew how to make a death as excruciating as possible. My kind of people. Torture sex should be violent, painful and agonizing. I decided to make this a live stream. And I let my viewers decide how to torture them. My viewers wanted blood and guts. So, I gave them blood and guts. I tore the one cunt in half on the rack. And her guts spilled on the dungeon floor; even sprayed me. Never a problem for me to be covered in blood and sinew.

The other girl agonized more as I inserted all sorts of things in her fuck holes, before stabbing her asshole and cunt until her insides spilled on the floor from the hueg slit in her body I created. My viewers loved my torture porn. Paid handsomely to watch it too. Maybe next time, you can help or even be the star.

Bloody Phone Sex Battles for Survival Make Good Entertainment

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex and Killtober go together. I’ve always enjoyed a blood bath. When I kill, I rarely do it neatly. Which is why I feed my victims to the bears and coyotes after I finish with them. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime. My grandpa told me that. He said I should never bury a body because eventually that body will make an appearance, and my DNA would be somewhere on the body. Wise words from a wise killer. Even though I know I am not in the system, I never take unnecessary risks.

Last night, my victims helped kill each other. I drugged and kidnapped two blonde schoolgirls. Total twats. The kind of chicks that milk men of their money and never put out. These two girls looked like stereotypical mean girls. Although, I could have just sold them into slavery for a pretty penny, I felt like some torture sex.

They both woke up tied to sawhorses in my dungeon room. I wanted to pit them against each other. Play psychological games with them. So, I gave each girl a knife and told them the last one standing gets to live. They looked at each other like they could not do it. But I knew one of those sluts would make a move first and I could watch a bloody royale between teen twats.

It Excites Me to Watch What Folks Will Do to Each Other to Survive

And sure enough one made the first move. I relished the blood bath. They stabbed each other hesitantly at first with guilt in their eyes. But that fight for survival became stronger with each jab of the knife into the other’s flesh. They could have attempted to gang up on me with the knives they had. But they did not go that route. Not that it would have worked because I was prepared just in case. Instead, they stabbed each other’s tits and stomach. Sliced their arms and faces.

But in the end, they just stabbed each other in the gut so many times that their insides began to spill out all over my floor. Neither girl would leave my dungeon. Even if one girl won the battle, I did not plan to let either of them go. I just enjoy watching dumb cunts betray each other for survival.

Everyone has a killer phone sex side. It just takes the right situation to kick in. And when it does, I like to sit back and enjoy the blood bath.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.

Snuff Movies Made During Killtober are The Best

I make more snuff movies in October than any other month in a year. Killtober, I call it. Part of my 31 days of horror. But I enjoy making snuff flicks. It preserves my work and keeps every kill fresh in my mind. Some of my films I make for clients who hire me on the dark net. And others I make for my own private collection.

snuff moviesAlthough, I know folks consider it risky filming a crime, I am a smart sadistic bitch. I never film with my cell phone or anything that gets uploaded to the cloud or anywhere. Because I am smart and seasoned in the art of murder, I only use home video cameras. The old kind from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Back before the Cloud or the Internet.

Killtober is My Favorite Time of the Year

The cops or the feds never need to see the snuff porn if the filmmaker uses their head. And I always am cautious. I have close to 500 snuff flicks in my private collection. And I will have 500 more before I die. The one I made over the weekend might be one of my favorites. I killed two birds with one stone. Okay, two people with one knife. My beef was with the man. And I did not know his ex-wife came over earlier that night.

This guy cut me off on the road, then rolled down the window and cussed me out. His fault not my fault. And because I watched him do the same thing to a few more drivers, I decided he needed to die for the safety of all drivers. Easy to get an address with a license plate number. Once, I had that, I broke into his house with the intent of castrating him then killing him. I enjoy cock and ball torture sex. But it just serves as foreplay to me.

I Love Killing Two Fucktards for the Price of One

As I had him tied up naked on his bed, a crazed woman came in with a knife. Sort of like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Not sure if she wanted to kill me or him. But when he saw her, the look on his face told me he did not know who the target was either. So, as she lunged at me, I turned around swiftly and sliced her open. Her entrails fell out as she landed on top of my intended victim. I leaped out of the way quickly as I saw her falling on the bed.

She bled out on top of my victim. His muffled cries told me she might be smothering him to death. And I got this all on camera too. Her guts spilling out and everything. But to make sure my intended victim died, I got a broom handle and carved it with my knife to create a spear. Then I stabbed them both. Drove that handmade spear through both bodies. And through the mattress too. Under the bed was a sea of guts and blood. The scene I created felt like something out of an 80s horror movie. And that seemed very fitting for Killtober. I love it when I get to kill two fucktards at once.

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

torture sex

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