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I watch snuff porn almost daily. But the real joy for me means I am making the snuff flick, not just watching it. My sadistic neighbor wanted my help to hunt a young girl for him to fuck. My neighbor and I accidentally discovered we both possess a predilection for inflicting pain. He accidentally killed a girl last year, and I helped him after the fact to hide the body. Although he prefers to kidnap young girls and enslave them in his basement, I like to torture men. But I can be convinced to assist in the torture of a young teen girl.
Most teen girls seem like brats nowadays. Just spoiled bitches who think their shit does not stink. So, I did not mind helping him kidnap a young schoolgirl on her way home from school yesterday. He wanted to make a young teen rape porn. And I filmed it all. He plays with his food more than me. By that I just mean he likes to keep them alive indefinitely, so he always has some little bitch to polish his knob whenever he wants.
If I ever become a relationship kind of woman, he would be my partner because of his equally sadistic mind. We grabbed this young girl from the Catholic school in the next county over. Never shit where you sleep. It is one of the key aspects of the sadistic life that will keep you out of prison. This little girl looked like a vison of innocence in her little plaid skirt and white blouse.
As I filmed him force fucking this little slut, I realized that I can be the accomplice instead of the sadistic bitch taking the lead and working solo. He fucked the shit out of this little thing. Her limp body looked so good flopping around like a fish out of water while my neighbor pounded that bald little cunt. She became his ass rape porn star too. I think I got several hours of footage for his spank bank. If he acted like me, he would have fed her tiny body to the wildlife. But he wants to keep her until her tight holes no longer feel tight. And I cannot blame him
Friday nights I reserve for castration phone sex antics. I take ball busting to a new level. I think a man’s balls, as well as his dick, should be viewed as a privilege not an entitlement. And if you cannot use your junk properly, I revoke your privileges. I do not care about the average skank bar whore. However, if men mess with my fellow Goth chicks, or a woman pays me to get revenge on her assailant, I take a man’s balls.
I live in a college town. So, every bar could be considered a college bar. But my Goth bar gets a lot of college boys who think they can spike a Goth girl’s drink, and she will not know it. Most of the girls in this bar do not want anything to do with some clean cut, college boy from the suburbs. But some of those boys do not take no for an answer. And when that happens, I get revenge for the girl in the form of extreme cock and ball torture sex.
Trevor came into my Goth bar, and I watched him spike a girl’s drink. So, I distracted him, and switched her drink with mine. But I did not drink his spiked cocktail. But I did follow him home after he left alone because the girl, he thought he could fuck, never got drugged. I prayed he did not live in a dorm or frat house. Much harder to break in undetected in those places.
Bingo. He lives in a studio apartment alone. I followed him in, and he did not even notice until I was in his pad wielding a big knife. He appeared intoxicated just enough to make it easy for me to overpower him. I handcuffed him to a table leg and took his pants off. I read him his list of crimes and told him the punishment would be the loss of his balls. He did not seem too happy. I shoved his boxers in his mouth to shut him up.
I could have sterilized the knife and cauterized the wound, but he deserved a painful ball removal. Once I severed his balls, I removed the boxers from his mouth and shoved his balls in there instead. Carved the name of the girl he tried to assault on his cock. But he won’t be able to explore his rape phone sex fantasies ever again. If he survives of course. He might bleed out handcuffed to his dining room table.
Women harbor rape phone sex fantasies too. And not just for men either. Sometimes, I enjoy destroying a little brat’s cunt, or even some drunk, stupid coed. However, drunk coeds seem easier to find than little brats. You can find them in any bar on the weekend. I did not go out last night with the intention of fucking up a bitch. But sometimes luck swings my way, and I seize the opportunity presented to me.
Last night, I felt like I minded my business. I just stopped into this steampunk bar for a drink. I never go to be social. I’m not a social butterfly. Some drunk coeds stumbled into the bar perhaps by mistake. Or maybe they just wanted to start some shit with Gothic phone sex babes. But I do not let drunk skanks come on to my turf and talk shit. They insulted everyone, including the bartender. And that got them kicked out.
But I could not let it go. So, I left to see if I could follow them. This bar seems close to campus so, I assumed they walked. And it appeared they did. I stalked them until they went in separate directions. And I drove up to the queen bee and asked her if she needed a ride. She appeared just drunk enough to take me up on my offer. I had bottled water ready for her that I spiked with Rohypnol. Before long she passed out in my car.
And when she woke up, she discovered herself in a dark underground bunker. I told her about her crimes and that she should look at me as a punisher. When she saw me grab a huge, studded dildo, she reacted in fear. And she should have because this dildo measures over 14 inches. It has shards of glass super glued to it. I use it for torture sex of fuck holes. That dildo with my assistance shredded her drunk, whore cunt. And I put it in her ass too.
Although I wanted to kill her, I settled for destroying her holes and releasing her. She will not remember the small details because of the Rohypnol. Stupid cunt might not ever fuck again. But at least she will understand she got what she deserved for being a twat. Maybe next time I have a stupid cunt in my bunker you can help me destroy her tight fuck holes.
I am always in the mood for castration phone sex. Sometimes men beg me to remove their old junk. And other times, I do it for free or hire. Last night, Oliver won a free castration from me. A girl hired me to castrate her boss who forced himself on her one night working late in the office. She heard about a woman who does these sorts of jobs for other people. And she sent me a text on my burner phone.
After talking with her, I decided to not accept my usual fee. This asshole deserved to get his balls removed. And his cock mutilated. Women need to know if a man cannot use his cock properly, he should not keep it. It’s just like taking a toy from a petulant brat. Amy and I met several times. I needed to know all about her predator boss. The more I know, the easier it becomes to do the job she hired me for,
Last night, I seized an opportunity. This taboo phone sex bitch broke into his house to castrate him. But the loser almost slept though it. He appeared to be a heavy sleeper. Or perhaps he pops sleeping pills. I tied him to his bed. And he did not wake up until I tied his final limb to the bed. The look of horror and confusion on his face made me smile my evil smirk. I told him all about his crimes against women. He looked terrified when he saw my big knife.
But I explained what I would be doing and why. He could turn himself into the cops. Or he could lose his balls. Even he thought losing his balls seemed like a better option. And perhaps it would be because in prison he would be some big black man’s bitch. Even though he did not deserve it, I gave him a clean castration. Once I severed his balls from his body, I cauterized the wound with the bottom of a hot frying pan.
But he did not lose too much blood. But he deserved something more. So, I carved the word predator on his dick with my knife. Even though without his balls he will never get erect again, he will be forced to remember what he is every time he pisses. Sometimes, I really enjoy cock and ball torture sex. And this seemed like one of those times.
Snuff sex is the only sex for me. And the best sex ever. Men yap too much when fucking. Plus, they try to cuddle and spoon with me even though I do not give off those vibes at all. I have needs like most women. Well maybe not like most women. I am not looking for a romantic partner. And I do not need sex as often as the average person. That’s because I get sexual fulfillment through killing.
Sometimes, I pick up a man just to kill him. And I did that last night. Found the least annoying man in the bar and took him home. He got more than he bargained for with me. Consider me a praying mantis of sorts. The females bite the heads off the men once they copulate. And I kill a man after sex. But last night I killed him while we were fucking. I went from fucking a guy to having sex with dead bodies.
Although I did not plan on killing him while we fucked, he just got too annoying to let him live. Sort of like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct but instead of an ice pick, I keep a big knife under the mattress. So, the moment he started yapping about how he could fall in love with me, I knew he must die. I cannot tolerate that sappy talk. He meant nothing to me. I used him to get off. I killed him. Slit his throat. As his blood spurted all over my body, I continued to ride his dead cock. The dick stays erect for about 30 minutes post mortem.
He got me off. But he lost his life for my sexual gratification. I warned him. So don’t feel sorry for him. He died for a good cause. I rubbed his blood all over me as I came on his dead dick. And I had a hell of a time. Sure, it got messy, but I had a killer phone sex time.
Castration phone sex weekends seem perfect for a sick bitch like me. And when I saw this woman’s post on the dark web looking for assistance to neuter some enemies, I knew I would be the right sadistic bitch for the job. So, I took it. Seemed like an easy gig.
However, when I met with my client, I discovered she was not a woman. A teen girl hired me to get revenge on the high school boys who drugged her, assaulted her and then bragged about it to their school friends. And soon the whole school turned against her.
Although what she told me seemed right out of a Lifetime movie, I had no reason to doubt her. She showed me all the mean comments and posts her fellow teens made on her social media. Poor girl. She seemed to be living in a nightmare she did not know how to end. But I know revenge can help ease the mind and heal the soul.
I took this job for free. A teen girl the victim of a high school gangbang rape porn, deserved her revenge. Although I am not the most charitable person in the world, I wanted to help end her nightmare. And revenge could do that for her. So, I neutered her enemies, one by one this weekend.
What fun I had too. I stopped 6 predators from growing into adult predators. She helped me lure each of her attackers to me. My cabin in the woods transformed into a teen boy torture chamber. As each boy arrived, he discovered one of his buddies drugged, naked and tied up on the floor. Usually, I utilize my castration chair, but this marked the first time I ever participated in a mass castration. And this way seemed more efficient.
Each boy started to wake up from the drugs I gave them. And they each realized they had a castration band around their balls. I told them what would happen to them soon enough. And I discussed the ramifications of their actions. They turned this schoolgirl into their teen rape porn star and thought they got away with it.
I let their victim get her revenge and power back. She severed their balls with a knife, and I cauterized the wound. I wanted to kill them. No way any authorities would believe a young innocent girl could murder 6 strapping teen boys. But she wanted them to live with the daily reminder of what they did to her. So, I let them live. But they will live neutered and unable to procreate or fuck normally ever again. Felt good to help this girl. I think my brand of therapy might have been just what she needed.
Evil phone sex cures the dog days of summer. Seems to be a heat wave across the country. Politics pissing people off. Heat pissing people off. And we all need a little escape. I know I do. And killing and torturing people helps me deal with stress. Plus, it makes the world a better place because I rid the world of assholes and bitches.
And yesterday, I murdered an annoying couple I met by happenstance. As a Goth chick with a murderous streak, I still do regular things like grocery shop. And while I was in the produce aisle a couple hit on me. I mean they wanted to go Goth for a moment. Do I look like the kind of woman you can approach about having a threesome? No, I don’t. I look like the kind of woman who will put you in snuff movies.
Although I politely declined, they followed me through the aisles talking about their Goth girl curiosity. No means no. And if I need to tell you more than once, you better pray for your life. After their final attempt, I agreed. But I was not fucking these vapid swingers. I had something else in mind. Sexual mutilation and murder.
When I showed up, they offered me a drink. I carry these strips around with me that let me know if a drink is spiked. And sure, enough it was. I do not think they wanted to fuck me. But I drugged them before finishing my drink. Their plant enjoyed my roofied wine. And I enjoyed the torture sex. When they woke up, they discovered that I tied them up. And they did not appear happy. But they appeared even less happy when I sexually mutilated their junk.
I carved up her pussy. And afterwards it resembled raw hamburger meat. And of course, I removed his balls. But I put his severed testicles in his wife’s mouth for shits and giggles. I spent hours there. Even though I enjoyed torturing them, I had to kill them. They saw my face. So, I slit their throats and left them to bleed out on their bed. Least they can go to hell together.
Snuff sex I consider the only sex. I do not make love to men. And I do not form attachments to them either. Men provide little use to me. But like most women, I do have sexual needs. But consider me a Praying Mantis of sorts. I will behead a lover for trying to get rough with me or attempting to cuddle or anything remotely romantic or mushy.
I do not date. But I do fuck sometimes. And I needed dick last night, so I got on Tinder. Callers talk about Tinder all the time as a great way to enjoy anonymous, discreet fucking. So, I did my thing. Swiped right on the first nice cock I saw and went to a no tell motel since he was married. He has a thing for Goth girls. The fucking was great and delivered just what I needed too.
However, after he came, he got all mushy and love dovey. Puke. After this third warning, I decided to introduce him to my snuff porn side. And I smothered him. Choked him too. All I did was tell him I was into erotic asphyxiation, and he gave up his power to me. He did not know who he just fucked. I kill most of my lovers because they cannot abide by my rules. What happened to men just wanting to fuck? Most men nowadays start planning our future after one cum. Fuck that shit.
I do not care how big your cock is or how big your wallet is either. Men exist to serve me. And once I have been served, I want nothing more to do with them. Nothing. But this dumb ass wanted to date and introduce me to his family. After one fuck? I mean sure, I am a good lay, but to plan our future after one cum means you are some love lorn puppy dog and I do not have the desire to deal with that level of bullshit. So, I killed him.
With his cock in my pussy, and my hands around his throat, he took his last breath as I came. Strangulation phone sex never felt so good. I am tiny, but I am mighty. I managed to take his life without a knife. Using only my bare hands, I killed him. Left his body in the no tell motel. When will men learn to listen to me?
Knife play phone sex heated up Thursday night. I went out trolling for a victim. Did you know that 4th of July is the perfect kill day. With all the fireworks going off no one hears gunshots or screams. Now, I am not a gun fan. Why? Because it takes little skill. It ends up being mostly luck and it’s over quick. To me, there is no fun in that. I want to enjoy my kills. But more importantly I want to savor the suffering.
I have too many tales of murder that night to share them all. But I did kill 18 men, and two chicks. Outside of mass murder, I think that’s an impressive kill rate for a single evening. But I am a snuff porn fan. I did have to shave some time off the suffering so I could cram more kills in before the fireworks noise died down.
This one cunt become victim number one of the night. We had a chance encounter at a convenience store, and she acted like a total twat to me. Made some Goth girl insult and then started calling me a bitch and a cunt when I told her to eat my pale ass. She fucked with the wrong bitch. I went into the store just to get some matches but bought some fireworks too. And I followed the bitch to her house. I saw no other cars. I waited a bit to see if I saw anyone else and I did not.
Normally, I plan better but I can be less cautious on the 4th of July because of the noise. I waited until it got dark, and her neighbors began letting off fireworks. I broke into the back of her house and caught her off guard. Loser. She had no plans for the 4th of July. She was watching some Lifetime movie. Although she screamed, it sounded like WW III outside. So no one would hear her. Did not take long to tie her up on the floor. I ripped her nightgown off and pulled her panties down.
She tried to apologize to me, but too late. I rammed a bunch of sparklers up her cunt and lit them. Now she really screamed. But no one could hear her still. I could smell the flesh burning. And that kind of torture sex turns me on. I put some firecrackers up her ass too. She went into shock when I blew a big hole in her ass. So, I let her bleed out on her living room floor and went off to kill 19 more poor souls no one would miss.
Although I enjoy all sorts of torture sex, cock and ball torture remains my favorite. Sure, I am happy to mutilate a young cunt with you. We can dissect her like a frog and enjoy her pain. But there is just something about destroying a man’s junk that gives me pleasure. And for me to enjoy the CBT fun the most, you get to live. Live with the constant reminder that a bad ass Goth Chick ruined sex for you for eternity.
Let me tell you about Chuck. He’s a predator. He likes to prey on drunk Goth girls and Steampunk princesses. Not on my watch. When I get wind of a predator hitting the Goth bars in my state, I go to great measures to discover who and put an end to his reign of terror. I think that men prey on Goth chicks because they view us as lesser than some cute coed slut. And I cannot stand men like that.
Although it took a few days sitting in Goth bars pretending to be drunk, I found my predator. And I wanted to kill him. Really, I did. So, it took all my strength to spare his life. However, I did not spare his cock and balls. Castration phone sex junkies like me always mutilate the junk. To men I am a wicked butcher. The butcher of their junk. A sadistic Lorena Bobbit. And I never mind the comparison.
Once I had Charlie in my underground dungeon, and he saw all my torture devices, he realized I was the wicked butcher men talk about. Almost like I am some sort of folklore creature or a mythological beast. But I love men wondering if I am real or not. Chuck knows I am real now. And I have his cock and mutilated balls in a jar to prove it. I carved Predator on his cock first. And I basked in his pain and suffering. If he does not care about Goth chicks, we don’t care about him.
I chopped his dick off a little slice at a time and fed the bits to my dog. And while I chopped his cock like I was making a charcuterie board, I had a castration band around his worthless balls turning them black. Once you cut the flow of oxygen to the balls, they turn purple, shrivel up and eventually resemble deflated black tires. Even though I wanted to kill him, I spared him the snuff porn death he deserved. Instead, I left him with a constant reminder that he is no longer a man. But I doubt he ever really was a man.