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Two Goth Chicks and a Castration Phone Sex Junkie

castration phone sexJezabel and I are castration phone sex junkies. Between the two of us we have a slew of torture devices. Knives, sounding devices, lots of sharp objects like scalpels and pins and razor blades. You see, Jezabel and I are bad ass mistresses. Men are here for our amusement. We do not need men which makes them dispensable. Last night, Jezabel and I were out looking for trouble. We were in the mood to inflict extreme pain and bodily harm. Like a moth to the flame, this guy approached us. He was a pain slut, and he knew two bad ass bitches like us could inflict some damage, especially to his worthless cock and balls. He was a torture sex junkie. The three of us were a match made in hell.

We took him back to my dungeon for some extreme cock and ball torture. We strapped our willing prey to a plank naked. Jezabel had her scalpel. I had my castration knife, and our pathetic pain slut had his sounding device for some erotic yet painful electrostimulation. Being two hot Goth chicks, we had on some dangerous stilettos too. Jezabel and I trampled his worthless ball sack while he had the sounding device crammed into his pee hole. We nailed his balls to the board he was laying on. We spread his sack and pushed large needles into the skin of his scrotum. We were just getting started too. Jezebel started to peel the flesh from his balls as I shaved the skin from his cock. Exposing the nerves like that makes the cock and balls far more sensitive and thus intensives the pain. Our little playmate was loving the pain. He had a bottle of Capsaicin sauce, which is like the hottest tobacco sauce on the planet. Our pet for the night did not want to be out shined by two Goth chicks, so he poured the sauce down his urethra to show us he is a true pain slut. His screams and cries made Jezabel and I wet.

Usually, Jezzie and I are kidnapping unwilling victims, so it was nice that a total pain slut walked right into our arms. We woke up smiling. Our playmate went to bed crying.

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Making Snuff Movies Together

snuff moviesWanna make snuff movies together? Sure, we could watch them, but watching is boring. I am a doer. Plus, there are so many twats that need wacked. I want to find a pre whore and mutilate her little girl parts. I want to ruin her for the rest of her life or better yet, snuff her out. Every damn day, I see little sluts that need put in their place. I can kill them, and I have many times. But killing little girls is much better with a partner who has a cock, hopefully a big one that will rip her little cunt in two. Little sluts need cocks that can destroy their tiny fuck holes. Sure, I can stab their pussies. I can even use my fist or a baseball bat. But that is a waste of a good cunt, don’t you agree? If you are with me, you can destroy her with your cock. Get her virgin blood all over your dick. You can fill her up with cum. It will be fucking hot as hell, right? You get to explore your rape phone sex fantasies for something very young and I get to satisfy my murderous impulses. Snuff is fun to watch, but making it is the best fun we could ever have together.

Going to the Snuff Movies

snuff moviesWatching snuff movies turns me on but making them makes me wet. I am not the Nicolas Sparks kind of gal nor a chick flick chick. Movies like the “The Notebook,” or “While You Were Sleeping,” make me homicidal. I love movies, but I need violence, blood, and torture to really enjoy a film. Movies like “Hostel” and “Saw,” are more my speed, and of course homemade snuff flicks. I was in the snuff kind of mood. I wanted a teen twit. I did something, I rarely do. I went to the movies to hunt for a snuff star. I bought a ticket to a retro showing of the insipid, “The Notebook.” I knew I could find some lovelorn teen there. It was a mixed audience of young and old sap asses. I set my eyes on the one teen girl. She was a little pudgy and nerdy looking. Likely, sappy romance movies are the closest she will ever get to love. I followed her after the show. Once, I knew she was alone, I came up behind her and I drugged her with some chloroform near her car. She had on a high school jacket, so she was likely that sweet teen age. I pushed her into her car and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. The place where I make my snuff porn.  I tied her to a table and stripped her naked. I put mouse traps to her pussy lips and pins in her clit. I fucked her with a baseball bat and burnt her cunt with cigarettes. I like torturing young flesh. Her screams, her tears, the sight of her blood made me cum hard. She was still alive, but not for much longer. She saw her last film. The only thing that would have made it better was you as my accomplice to fuck her dying and dead body.

Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexHe inquired how I got into knife play phone sex. My love for knives is hereditary on both sides of my family. My great grandparents on my mother’s side were circus freaks. They threw knives and swallowed them for traveling carnivals.  I inherited their knife collection, and it is massive. On my dad’s side, my grandpa was a prison warden. He confiscated hundreds of handmade knives from prisoners over the decades. I inherited them. Knives made by some of history’s most hardened criminals. I have over 500 knives in my possession and they all have a story. They all have a past and a present because I use them frequently.

The other day I picked up a tool who thought he was going to fuck me.  I invited him home for some fun. He thought it was fucking fun, but I knew it was knife fun. He was perfect for an impromptu snuff porn. I told him my fuck shack was in my basement. It got his dumb ass down my stairs where all my knives were waiting for him. He fell down the last couple stairs. I thought he killed himself and robbed me of the fun. He just knocked himself out. It saved me the work of having to drug him. While he was semi conscious, I broke out my knife collection. I used one knife to castrate the loser. I had him tied to my mutilation table where I cut arteries and slit throats. I had not planned any of this, so my castration chair was not ready. I used nothing to numb his balls or stop the bleeding. What was the point? He was not going to live.  I cut all his major arteries using a different knife for each one. I sat back, masturbated and watched the loser bleed out. I know my grandpa on my dad’s side would be happy to know how I used his knives.

Raised on Snuff Porn

snuff pornMaking snuff porn is more fun than watching it. I grew up watching horror movies and visiting violent crime scenes. I was obsessed with serial killers. My grandpa was the sick influence on me. My parents were normal. They were boring. Grandpa was an executioner. He was the legal kind because he was the warden of a private prison that was forced to close down in the 80s because of kickbacks. My grandpa was the executioner as well as the warden, but since he was taking money from big pharmaceutical companies to use prisoners as lab rats, his prison was taken from him. I inherited all the belongings in the prison including the electric chair he used to shock his criminals to death. It is now my castration and torture chair. One of my earliest memories as a little girl was watching the execution of a man who had killed and tortured 16 women. He dismembered them too. I hated to see him die because he killed hookers and drug addicted lot lizards. He was draining the pool. My grandpa thought he was a hero. I grew up idolizing men like my grandpa and that first man I ever saw executed. I am now a snuff sex expert. I kill much in the same way that executed prisoner did. I target small dick losers, cock teasing cunts, snot nosed brats and bitches and tools. I too drain the pool. Not everyone deserves to live, right? I am sure you know some one who should die or maybe you have the death wish. I am not too particular with who I snuff, especially these days. I just like to kill the dregs of society and there are so many. I love it violent and painful. Age does not matter either. The younger the better because I can stop the growth of a cock tease or a bitch with one stab of my knife. Are you twisted enough to be my taboo phone sex partner?

Torture Phone Sex: I am Never Your Victim

torture phone sexHe called me for torture phone sex. The problem is he thought he would torture me. It never works that way with me. I am a sadistic bitch. I am not a switch. I am not submissive. He bought an hour, so I had fun with him. I tortured him because if he did not want me to just take his money as an annoyance tax, he had to stay on the phone. It is not my problem that some of you losers refuse to read or you are a self-entitled prick who does not think my rules apply to you. I have killed men for less. This loser fought me for a few minutes until I made him realize that I had his name and his address. As he was trying to make me his victim, I was Googling him. I found his place of work. I found his wife. I found her social media and sent her a friend request. So, he knew I was not bullshitting him, I told him her name and described the pictures I saw. Sure, calling a snuff phone sex line is not illegal. I was sure, however, that wanting to torture a woman and force fuck her would not be the kind of fantasy his wife would approve of him spending her money on. I also discovered that she is a doctor, and he works in a factory. Did not take me much brain power to realize he has anger issues with his wife for being smarter and richer than him. After I educated him on the fact that I had all the power, he was more willing to be my victim. Willing never matters to me. I torture and kill losers like him. I castrated his worthless balls and fried them up with same fava beans. I do not care who you are or how much you spend on a call. You are my victim or my accomplice, nothing else.

Snuff Sex Easter

snuff sexWhile folks were at church yesterday, I was on a snuff sex rampage. You see, I am a blasphemous bitch. I think church is for fools and prudes. Satan lets you have way more fun. I am not a diehard Satanist, but that is just because I do not worship anyone or anything. I am a strong independent bitch. But I do believe in the power of Satan and dark magic. There is the local mega church on the other side of town. I rarely piss where I sleep, but this church is ridiculous. The pastor is like a millionaire. He pays no taxes and lives in luxury while his congregation struggles to put food on the table. This hypocrite is making bank on the poor. How is that religious? How is that charitable? Dumb ass flock. I decided last night before everyone filled the mega church that I would have some fun. I wanted to point out the hypocrisy of the church leader. I desecrated the church. I am a computer hacker. A very skilled one too. I was able to hack the preacher’s computer and boy did I find some disturbing shit. The high on the hog preacher loves little boys. He spends his tax free money going to Thailand not to help the poor but to score young boy ass. The rich pervert preacher uses money from the poor to fund his P needs. I snuck into the church and covered the walls with images of the preacher in some very illegal sex acts with boys. I wrote blasphemous sex things on the walls and pews. I pissed in offering plates and tore up Bibles. I spray painted 666 on the pulpit and crosses. Fuck that pervert preacher and his poor dumb congregation who blindly give him money. They are worshiping Satan and do not even realize it. Now they do. They might as well join the dark side. I mean that is where all the fun is had.

Killer Phone Sex and Torture

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies have consumed me lately. I mean I am an anti-social bitch, but folks are rubbing me wrong even more than usual. I was at the mall. I am not a mall rat but the only place to get a good pair of army style boots is at this one store in the mall. I got my shoes and stopped into Starbucks for an overpriced latte. I was in front of this teen slut. She looked like she walked out of a Mean Girls audition. She screamed privilege. She was pissing me off before she even opened her mouth. When she heard me sighing as it was taking her forever to decide which drink had the least amount of carbs and sugar, she turned around and made a snarky comment about my appearance. I just smiled at her because this would be her last overpriced drink. I was going to make the mallrat a snuff porn star. I followed her out, clubbed her over the head and shoved her in my trunk. I drove her to my kill shack and took my time killing her. For me, the thrill is in their pain. I disfigured her pretty face. I widened her mouth with my knife. I slit her nostrils open too. I carved Whore in her forehead. She was tied up and going nowhere. Stupid, disobedient, self-entitled cunt. I made her sorry. I sliced off each finger and each toe. I took her perky nips off. I sliced her clit and shoved it down her throat. Yep. I made the hot teen slut eat her own clit for shits and giggles. It would have been better if you were with me. I think teen teases like that need fucked too. I can do all the torture sex and you can do all the force fucking. There are more girls like the whore I snuffed. So, we have plenty of teen whores to snuff together.

Snuff Movies and Castration

snuff moviesWant to watch snuff movies and cuddle? Okay, I could not even type that without laughing and doing a hard eye roll. I do not cuddle. You know what else I do not do? Play the victim. Some loser called me this week because he wanted to work out some aggression on the woman who just dumped him. I was like nope. You cannot make me a victim. He told me to shut up. I hung up on him. He kept calling back. Finally, I answered again and  the loser was still cursing at me. I was very clear that I am not the woman for his rape phone sex fantasies unless he wanted me to be his accomplice, or he wanted me to force fuck him. He kept trying to dominate me. And I kept blocking him because I am no one’s bitch. Never have been never will be. Since he would not play nice with me, I took his nuts. I took his cock. And I took his life. It is not my fault if some loser cannot tell the difference between a sadistic and a victim. It is not my fault that he does not read my bio or my blogs. I do not care how much you pay to talk to me; I will never be your victim. I do not play well with others, especially dumb asses like the loser who called me to force his pathetic wiener on me. I made sure he knew that his girlfriend was smart for dumping his pathetic ass. I have his address. I have enough information to find him on social media and find his ex-girlfriend. Would not be the first pathetic caller I hunted down and castrated in real time. You dumb fucks. You do not try to dominate me without repercussions. You are my victim, or I am your accomplice. Nothing else.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Weapon of Choice

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my poison. When I have any weapon to choose from, I pick a knife every time.  Knives require skills. Knives make the fight fairer and I like a good fight. A woman with a gun is no fun. One pull of the trigger and the victim is dead. I like to prolong the imminent death. The thrill for me is in the hunt and the torture. I never just stab without some foreplay. My knives allow me to perform a variety of tasks too. I can cut. I can castrate. I can inflict pain. I can gut. I can kill. One instrument, so many ways to have fun. This weekend, my knives were used for castration phone sex. Nothing I enjoy more than taking a worthless pair of nuts. I caught this guy spiking girls’ drinks when they went to the bathroom in this bar I was at. I knew then he was my target for the night. I was not his type, but once I warned the other girls subtly, he was left with me. I got my inspiration from this movie Promising Young Woman. I am never a victim. I will protect other women though from predatory assholes. This looser was a short fat fuck. These women, myself included, were well out of his league. I acted drunk, but we never made it to his place. I took his balls in his car. Okay, I did more than take his balls. I gutted the predator like a pig. I took his balls while he was still alive though, so he would feel the pain. I taunted him with his balls too. I shoved them in his mouth while I turned him into a snuff porn star in his own car. I took his balls and killed him all with knives. One predator down, many more to go.