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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.

 

Gothic Phone Sex Castration

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are making a comeback. Horror, death, and romance make a great fantasy trio. I am a Goth girl. I am dark and brooding like some male protagonist in a Gothic novel. I think more like a man, except when I am wielding my knife under a pair of nuts. There is this old castle on the outskirts of town. It has a unique history and is rumored to be haunted. The guy that bought the castle is turning it into a bread and breakfast, but before he does, he offered a night in the castle to ghost hunters and horror fans. I was in. I paid for my night, along with thirty others. I brought my knife. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Fuck, I am not afraid of anything. I was ready for what ever scares they had coming my way. This loser would not leave me alone. Some rich bastard with a hardon for Goth girls like me. The castle had no power yet. We each had a lantern with a low light as we navigated the huge castle. We were locked in for the night. We surrendered our phones when we entered. Sadly, I busted no ghosts. I did, however, bust some loser’s nuts just like I do on a castration phone sex call. This guy would not leave me alone, so I castrated him in a dark, damp castle. I had no soldering pen to stop the bleeding. I used my hair tie as a castration band to show I had some humanity. The castle was so vast, no one heard his screams. I knew if they did, the other 28 folks would think it was sound effects of a haunted house. I could have killed him. I should have killed him because it would have added to the mystery around this ancient Gothic castle, but I would have been a suspect. I decided to just castrate him and rob him of his horny desires. Men rarely report when a woman assaults them. He was bleeding and in pain, but he would survive. He can always say a vengeful spirit ripped his balls clean off and people will believe him.

Making Homemade Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI make homemade snuff movies. I then sell them on the dark net. Sometimes, I am paid for special requests. My viewers sometimes want to see me kill a young girl or anyone who wronged them. This guy paid me better than I could have imagined. I look at the money as bonus because I love being a wicked butcher. Killing is in my DNA. Did you know that being a sick predator can be hereditary? Part nurture and part nature explains my sadistic side. My grandpa was a sadist who experimented on his prisoners who were in his private prison. He fancied himself like a Nazi doctor. He enjoyed executions too. My dad was boring, so I think the genetic gene skipped a generation. I am like Dexter without the altruistic motives. This client wanted me to kill a teen slut. He wanted her white and privileged. That was not hard to find. I went to the high-end mall where the rich bitch teens hang out. I found a girl waiting for friends or a boyfriend. She was in designer clothes and her hair was perfect. Her nails manicured. Yea, she screamed rich teen. I sat next to her at the mall food court and spiked her Orange Julius. When she started to act drugged, I swooped in and took her to my car. She passed out in the back seat. I went to my kill shack in the woods and started live streaming her snuff sex death. I tied her up spread eagle, naked. I let him tell me what and where to do it. He was a sick as me. Carve off her budding tits. Slice her clit in two. Make her pussy wider. Every slit on her body, I sliced. She bled a lot, screamed more.  We tortured her for hours getting horny on her blood and tears. I can always use a sick accomplice phone sex partner. Is that you?

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice

killer phone sexIf you call me you either have killer phone sex fantasies and want an accomplice, or you have them and need a cruel mistress to execute you. You can be my victim or my accomplice. I think I am pretty clear about that, yet every fucking day some loser IMs me wanting to marry me or date me.  I do not date. I will never marry because I will end up killing a partner and I do not shit where I eat. That means I do not kill anyone who can be linked to me and the spouse is always a suspect. Candlelight and flowers do not get me wet. Blood and torture sex are my aphrodisiacs, however. Powerful ones too. If a man is my accomplice, he will sometimes get lucky because if it is a brutal kill, I will get horny. And with me as your murderous accomplice, it will always be brutal. John got lucky last night. He is not my type at all. I would not have fucked him to fuck him, but we stole a young hooker. We bought her, carded her to make sure she was a Lolita hooker and killed her. But only after hours of torture. We sexually mutilated her lean and young body. She was a teen runaway supporting herself the only was she could. I did not feel badly for her because it is a risk of the job. Hookers fall prey to serial killers daily. Ted Bundy, The Green River Killer, the Night Stalker, The Torso Killer and Jack the ripper all killed hookers. There are no safe spaces when you are a whore. My accomplice fucked her first but when I made her a snuff porn star, he got hard again. I gutted her like a pig. I played in her entrails and watched as my accomplice got aroused again. This time, I was turned on too. We fucked in her pool of blood and guts. He got lucky twice and lightening rarely hits twice.

Snuff Sex with a Little Victim

snuff sexDo you want to have snuff sex with a young girl? You are in the right place for your deviant desires. I am a murderous bitch. I hate little ones too. Girls, boys, nothing but annoying germ spreaders. They suck the soul out of your life, and they are easily replaceable. I helped this guy this week fuck a little girl. I had to find a surrogate for his stepdaughter because if she went missing, all eyes would be on him. But I found a lookalike for him. It is super easy these days because parents let young girls have social media accounts and those dumb cunts never set their settings to private. Any predator or sick accomplice phone sex partner like me, can find the perfect victim online. I lured the girl away posing as a school friend online. So easy to create deep fake accounts. Parents teach their brats nothing about stranger danger these days, which bodes well for sick individuals like you and me. I got the surrogate stepdaughter with little effort and took her to my kill shack that is off the grid. I had her tied up and naked waiting for my client to arrive. He called her Emily which is his stepdaughter’s name. I told him to have at her. He could do whatever he wanted. He could live out whatever wicked fantasy he had about her because when I am your accomplice, I get rid of the evidence. He slapped her around a bit for being a cock tease. She cried and his dick shut her up when it went in her mouth. I pinned her legs open so he could force fuck her tiny little cunt. He split that tiny cunt in two. Blood everywhere. Her cries, her pain, just turned me on more. He played with his pretend stepdaughter for hours, until his balls were dry. Then he left and I disposed of her lifeless tiny body. Like all girls that age, they bleed fast and bright. They die easily and they are replaceable.

Torture Sex and Any Fantasy You Want

torture sexHe called me for torture sex. Not for him, but his little niece who gives him daddy boners when she smiles. I prefer to torture and kill in real life, but I know that is not always realistic or safe. Sometimes, a hot nasty fantasy call takes care of that itch. I enjoy snuff calls. No one is off limits to me. I do not care how young or old someone might be, I will kill them with you or for you. I have no regard for human life. I hate everybody. I have never enjoyed social gatherings or felt the need to have friends. The only family member I loved was my grandpa on my dad’s side and he has been dead a decade. I am a serial killer with no MO. That is how I never get caught. I have no pattern. Sometimes I kill for fun. Sometimes, I kill for hire. Sometimes I kill because the person annoys the fuck out of me. I have no pattern and many motives and that is how I stay an undetected serial killer. I do enjoy helping you with your dark desires though like fucking and killing your little cock teasing niece. Most folks are born with a conscious or an uncontrollable desire to not be arrested. I have nothing to lose which means I can risk everything. I can even take the risk for you. Tell me who you want to star in our snuff porn and lets make it happen.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is so delicious. This is the perfect time to hunt for your next meal too. Folks still have their winter weight on them. Personally, I love it when a meal is pleasantly plump. Not too fat, not too skinny. I am a skilled hunter. I can look at my potential dinner and know how he or she will taste. Personally, I like my meat natural. No tattoos. No hair dies. No fake tits. A meal tastes better free of dies and preservatives. Once I eye my meal, I like a hunt. Makes the kill more satisfying. I have a meal waiting for me as I type. Female, young flesh. Tender like veal. She is in a cage in my basement drying out. She is not old enough to drink, but she stumbled out of some party too drunk to drive, so I pretended to be her Uber driver. There was not much hunt with this one. It was more luck. I was in the right place at the right time. And I was hungry. I was high and driving around not knowing what I wanted to eat, and she made my tummy rumble. I do not like fermented meat, so she is drying out. I have prepared a bourbon glaze with honey and butter that will mask any residual vodka taste. I have a big pan with chopped veggies and water to prepare her in too. She will take a good day to cook. She is a 140lb bird. She is going to be tasty, however. Very juicy and succulent.  It will be hard not to snack before she is done cooking, but I do not want to ruin my appetite. I will feast for a year on just one little bird. That is unless you want to join me in a meal.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Thing

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my thing. I like to slice and dice. I am called the wicked butcher online and on the dark net. Venus is not my real name, but your probably guessed that. Girls must have some secrets, right? Only my family knows my real name. It is one of the ways I go undetected. I am a ghost. Back to my knives. I castrate. I stab. I cut. I slice. I dice. Sometimes I torture a victim, other times I kill them. My knives are my best friends and the only friends I ever need. I was on a killing spree last night. I was just in a mood. Let me tell you the snowstorm was my accomplice because it made people stuck and prevented them from escaping. It was like 0 degrees last night but there were folks out. I had my dad’s old tow truck as my cover, and I picked up a few different victims. My favorite though was a mom and her cute little girl. What kind of mother drags her angel out in a snowstorm to get booze and cigarettes? Not a mom who deserved to live. They got stuck in the snow, so I offered a lift home with the car in tow. I have many skills and loading a car on a tow is one of them. It was so dark, and the mom was already drunk as a skunk, so no one realized I was taking them to my kill shack. Mom was guzzling her straight vodka in the back. I carried her in the house and punched her, knocking her out. I put her brat in a dog cage. Made her watch while I put her pathetic mother out of her misery. I just stabbed her in the stomach and ripped her open. Gutted her like a pig and watched her bleed out. I swear her organs smelled of liquor. They were fermenting. The daughter was in the cage crying and screaming. I fed mom to the coyotes, then mopped up the floor. The little girl, I am saving for you. You can be my accomplice phone sex partner because I know you have a thought or two about what we can do to her.

Blasphemy Sex on a Sunday

blasphemy sexSundays are perfect for blasphemy sex. I like to destroy churches the night before the flock of lemmings congregate the next morning. I hide a camera so I can watch the horror on their faces as they see what me and my accomplice have done to their place of worship. I had a partner in crime last night. A reformed Catholic boy who just wanted some revenge on the house of his pain. I did this one for free because there is only one house I worship at and that is the house of Satan. Fuck god and fuck all his dumb followers. My accomplice and I desecrated his old place of worship. He was diddled by the priest there then lambasted by the same man who molested him as a fag. He was ostracized by the church he was raised in and years later wanted to exact some holy revenge. No better blasphemous bitch than me. I wrote Priest Mark is a brat fondler all over the church pews. I had pictures of him plastered on the walls with a big P on his forehead to let his dumb flock know he likes little boy dick. My accomplice pissed and shit all over the church and I destroyed Bibles and religious artifacts. By the time we were done, the place looked like a war zone. It is amazing the destruction that just two folks can do on a blasphemy phone sex call. The entire house of the holy smelled like a toilet too. Smeared shit and blood everywhere. Nothing is too depraved for me. The only lord I worship is the Dark Lord. Hail Satan. Fuck God. Fuck the sanctimonious hypocrites that worship at the alters of hypocrisy. I will out the P leaders of every church and destroy their places of worship one by one. Want to help me?