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The bitch deserved torture sex. She went all mean girl on me when we met for drinks. We went to college together, but she thought I would have grown out of my “creepy Wednesday Addams stage” by now. She went off on me. Clearly, she forgot who I was. She changed 180 degrees from college. She used to practice witchcraft with me. She was a fellow Goth girl. Now, she looked like something straight out of the Housewives of Beverly Hills. I mean she is my age, yet I could tell she had plastic surgery and a lot of Botox. She looked like Bimbo Barbie. No clue what happened to her since we last saw each other, but I wasn’t about to let her talk down to me. I spiked her latte drink. When she got drunk feeling, I took her to my cabin in the woods for fun. Along the way, I picked up some dirty hypodermic needles. I know where the junkies hang out. I stripped her naked. She fucking got a boob job. I pierced her shaved pussy with the dirty needles. When she woke up, she started screaming. She was calling me names as expected. I pierced her lips together with more dirty needles. I mutilated her perfect, fake body. I cut her implants out. I sewed her tight bald pussy shut. I pierced her clit too. I love mutilation phone sex calls. Are you ready to help me torture a plastic whore to death?
I am a Satanist and a witch, so blasphemy sex makes my cunt wet. I know, wicked, right? Do I look like I go to church? I love to give Satan a tribute every month. I think the best sacrifices are those little ones who go to church every Sunday in their best clothes and sing hymns to Jesus. Delusional little brats. God won’t save them. Only Satan can do that. Hail oh Dark Lord. Darkness is more fun than light any day. With it being Sunday, I was up early scoping out the talent to give over to my Dark Lord. I found a blue eyed, blonde little slut. She had on this white baby doll style dress, Paten leather shoes and her hair was down in curls. She looked like the perfect sacrifice. I snatched her when no one was looking. I was going to ruin her pretty dress with her blood. I like red better than white. I took her to the cabin in the woods, placed her on my pentagram, read some satanic verses and stabbed her in the heart. I love dark magic and blasphemy phone sex. I read out some satanic verses and cursed her god as she bled out. No way, she was surviving. She was bleeding out. She had fight in her for being so young, but in the end darkness won. Evil always wins.
I started watching snuff movies with him. Then he asked me to help him make one. Many guys watch them with me, but few want to make one. Snuff films aren’t for the weak at heart. What shocked me most was that he wanted his stepdaughter to be the star of the show. I knew the girl. She is a teen tease. One of those mean girl types everyone would be secretly glad was dead. She is not even out of school yet and wreaking havoc. From what I have been told, she is trying to get her mom to kick my friend to the curb. I had him watch some snuff porn because it can be therapeutic to watch. After a few days of watching young girls get slaughtered, he told me he wanted to kill his stepdaughter. He begged me to help him. He has no money of his own. His wife is the cash cow. She inherited a bunch of money when her parents died in a car accident. I hated this teen whore, so I told him he could pay me later. I know I likely will never see the money, but I was helping a friend. I asked him if he wanted to fuck her first. I was surprised to hear no. Most guys want to use those young snotty holes first. He really did just hate the bitch. I decided to have some fun with her before I let him kill her. I sodomized her with a huge dildo. One so large that it shredded her asshole. She was crying. I wanted her to feel some pain. Little bitches should feel pain. She was pleading for her life when my friend slit her throat and watched her take her last breath. It made my cunt wet to be a part of his first snuff sex film.
Snuff porn is more fun to make than to watch. I know. I watched it for years, but now I make it. It is a lucrative business. I have no conscience. I am a sociopath, which means I can kill anyone and not feel an ounce of remorse. Guilt is not something I have ever experienced. No remorse either. When Mr. D told me, he wanted an ankle biter to fuck and kill, I snatched one in plain sight. She was super young and cute. Her parental unit was flirting with some one else’s husband and scooped up her little angel. She was a little cash cow. Not only was Mr. D paying me to make snuff movies with her as the star, I would make money from my streaming clients too. He was nervous. It happens. Men who want depraved things, freak out when they finally get it. I gave him a shot of whiskey and I did it for him. Eventually men like him warm up and join the torture fun. I was fucking her baby butthole with a massive strap-on. He pulled his cock out and stroked. The more whiskey shots he did, the more courage he got. He joined in on the fun. His dick in her tiny hole was hotter to film than my strap-on. She screamed like a banshee. Screams and cries just make me wetter. Their pain my pleasure. Same for Mr. D. After he was done filling her tiny holes up with cum, we slit her throat and fucked in her blood. Normally, I don’t mix business with pleasure, but his cock was huge and killing little girls turns me on like nothing else. He came in her pussy and ass, then came in me and still had cum left to shoot in her dead body. Snuff sex is a huge aphrodisiac for people like me and Mr. D.
I was watching snuff porn with a friend of mine last night and she admitted it would be fun to kill a little girl. I never heard her talk like that, and it gave me a lady boner. She knows that I am a phone sex sadistic, but she thinks what I do on the phone is only fantasy. Since she confided in me her murderous desires, I showed her my kill book. It is my scrap book of photos of dead victims and trinkets like locks of hair or fingernails. A sick bitch needs trophies, right? My friend started rubbing her shaved cunt as she talked about us killing her young step sister. The girl is a class A brat. Daddy’s little princess and she is always doing shit to get my friend into trouble. I was happy to be her accomplice to kill that cunt. Her big sister could easily lure her away. I showed my friend some snuff movies I have made with men killing young cunts in violent ways. We masturbated and talked about the ways we could kill her sister. We decided to kidnap her, take her to my kill shack for some torture fun before we sell her into sex slavery. Maybe you want to be the one that gets the used up little cunt for some final fun?
What are your snuff porn fantasies? I know you have them. We all do, just most people won’t admit it. I love being the devil on your shoulder telling you to kill your boss or murder your cheating whore wife. I even go more extreme, telling you to fuck and kill that sweet young girl you have your eye on. Most men would jump at the chance of fucking a young school girl, but their fear gets the best of them. What if she tells? Dead girls tell no lies. You fuck them, I kill them for you. It is the perfect relationship, right? I helped Mr. X kill his neighbor girl. Every damn day, she bounced on her trampoline in the yard in front of his bedroom cock teasing him. She would be in this little white tank top and booty shorts, showing off her sweet little body. One day, Mr. X found me on the dark net and hired me for his accomplice phone sex needs. I snatched the little girl from broad daylight while he had a strong alibi. Later that night, I met him at my kill shack in the woods no one knows about. He made his rape fantasies a reality, enjoying her sweet bald cunt and I killed her. Bonus, you hire me, you get the disposal of the body for free. I have never been caught and I have never had a client regret fucking that super young, super tight pussy. This sadistic devil is tell you to go for it.
I am a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. I am proud to be a bad babysitter too. I hate little ones. I am not maternal in the slightest. Many people tell me I should get married and birth some brats. Why would I want those little soul sucking germy parasites around full-time? I would be the worst mother. I would sell my brats for money. I would forget them at the mall. I only see little ones for one purpose. To be used and abused. Okay, two purposes. So, anytime I babysit, I have a reason for doing it and it is not because I love the little ones or need the money. It is because I know someone who loves the little ones and needs the money. Little ones go for a premium price. You can drug them for a little illegal snuff porn making or you can just flat out sell them into slavery. Either is a risk because the last person to see them is always the suspect. I am a great actress. I had this little boy I was watching over the weekend. I know a man who knows some men who love little boys. This P ring of men travel to Thailand yearly to procure young boys because age of consent laws are different there. Rich white men who like young boys pay top dollar, so I ran a little porn studio in this house I was staying in for the weekend. Each man payed me 5 grand to fuck his little tight ass. I should have said higher money because they agreed immediately. Usually, I end up haggling the price of the little ones. They each paid great money to play with a tight virgin asshole. One guy paid double because he wanted to pop that young ass cherry. If you like little boys or little girls, you need a sadistic babysitter like me. I never care about the welfare of a little one.
Do you have castration phone sex fantasies? If you dream of having your dick or balls lobbed off, you are in the right place. I will not prevent you from mutilating your genitals. In fact, I will egg you on. The problem is that most men with fantasies of getting their balls chopped off, lack the balls to actually do it. That is why guys call me or hire me for castration. I don’t back off. Once you have paid me, your balls are coming off regardless if you get cold feet or not. Jeremy paid me $3,000 to castrate him then tried to back off. Maybe some women would be like oh that’s free money. Not me. They way I view it is if you pay to have your nuts chopped off, you don’t deserve to have them, and you certainly don’t deserve to reproduce. The world doesn’t need another looser. He thought he could fool me by giving me a fake name, but I ran his prints on the money he gave me. I have connections. I showed up at his place last night and did the job I was paid to do. If he would have played by the rules, I would have sedated him and given him a clean cut. Instead, I gave him nothing for the pain and I used a jagged blade. Instead of sealing the wound properly, I used my hair straightener. I left Jeremy in need of medical attention. I will leave you the same way if you try to back out of an agreement. A deal is a deal.
Girls like me have rape phone sex fantasies too. No, I am not submissive. No, I am not talking about you force fucking me. Just the opposite actually. Last night, I made my fantasy a reality. I bought this super huge dildo to peg a guy’s ass. I didn’t which guy until last night, but my special large dildo was in my purse just in case I met him. I did. I knew who he was the moment I heard the way he was talking to his wife in public. I waited and watched. Eventually, he went to the bathroom. It was a dark night club, so no one could make me out from a distance. I walked into the men’s room right behind him, pushed him in a stall. I am scrappy. I had his pants torn off as I was putting on my huge strap-on for some ass rape porn in a night club bathroom. Did I mention, I bedazzled my strap-on with razor blades? When I fucked his ass, I shredded it too. His entire asshole was mutilated. I let him know that I could sever his dick too if I wanted. He was going to need medical attention when I was done, but he could live or die. The choice was his. If he wanted to live, he needed to treat his wife better. If he wanted to die, then he could fight me. He wanted to die. He put up a fight; he started yelling something about no bitch telling him how to treat another bitch. He had an average dick, nothing to warrant his cockiness. Well, he had an average dick until I cut it off and flushed it down the toilet. I left him bleeding out on the bathroom floor. I went and joined his wife at her table. We had to celebrate the gruesome, violent death of her misogynistic asshole husband. No woman will have to say me too with me around.
Snuff sex gets my muff wet. I like watching it, but I love making it too. I will make it with a male or female, young or old, black or white. I just love to kill and torture. I was hanging out the other night with this super hot guy. He was a Goth like me. Things were going great until he got naked and I saw a teenie weenie. I was like the what the fuck? He told me he had an 8-inch cock. He was a far cry from that. He was standing in front of me like a dickless Marilyn Manson. He was proud of his dick. I told him it was a clit stick instead of a dick. I asked him to leave. I was not fucking a small dick. He tried to force himself on me. Boy, did he have the wrong girl for that. He was about ready to star in my next homemade snuff porn. Before I killed the loser, I cut off his balls and his dick. I Lorena Bobbitted his loser clit stick. At least John Bobbitt had a dick that could be found. I could feed this loser’s dick to my goldfish. He never saw it coming when I grabbed my knife and made a few swipes. Holy fuck he bled a lot for such a small dick. He cried like a baby too. I just made him the girl he should have been born. I was just going to castrate him until he started crying like a bitch. I wanted to make the torture fun last, but he was too fucking annoying, so I slit his throat. I do my best to not engage in a crime of passion, but he had it coming for disappointing me. I have killed for less.