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Snuff phone sex fantasies cum to life with a sadistic bitch like me. I have no problem being your sick accomplice. Since I won’t be your bitch, I can be your partner in crime. Tyler wanted a hunting companion and I was happy to oblige. The holiday season means the malls are packed with young sluts. The mall will always be my favorite hunting ground. You can blend in and people watch; find your perfect victim and execute the plan. Tyler’s plan was a rape fantasy with some torture porn. He has a cock teasing step-daughter whom he can’t mess with because his wife would have him arrested. Hunting with me means our hand selected victim can be a surrogate for his sadistic incest dreams. I lured the hot teen slut to my kill shack and watched Tyler fuck the shit out of her tiny perfect holes. They didn’t stay perfect for long, however. He sodomized her and fucked that virgin cunt until it was bleeding all over his dick. Virgin blood is my favorite lube. Once he was done fucking her, I fisted her holes to stretch them even further. I loved her blood curdling screams. The sound of pain is an aphrodisiac. I told Tyler she was a good for the weekend, but then I would have to make her a snuff porn star. They always talk, and I hate orange, so prison is a no go for me. A dead bitch doesn’t talk. He used her all weekend long. In fact, he fucked her so hard for days that she didn’t put up a fight when I killed her. It was a shame because she was a good fuck doll. Lots more at the mall for my next hunting trip. Maybe you will go with me next time?
Christmas castration phone sex season is my favorite time of year. I think the holidays bring out the worst in men and when that happens, I am there with my knife to teach them a permanent lesson in holiday cheer. I was at the mall over the weekend. Still plenty of time left for holiday shopping. No need to be a dick, but this guy was. I had the last new iPhone in my hand from the Apple store. This jackass grabbed it from me and said he needed it more. It was a fucking phone and this jack ass stole it right out of my hands. Well, that didn’t set well with me. That kind of behavior required a lesson. I followed him to his car, placed my knife against his rib cage, and forced him in his car. I handcuffed him once he was in the back seat. I drove him to a no tell motel where crack whores and junkies hang out. The motel desk clerk is a junkie himself. I gave him an 8 ball to forget he ever saw me. I took room 69 because I thought it was funny. This Grinch was not getting anywhere near my pussy or any pussy ever again. I could have given him some whiskey. But I wanted him to feel the pain of a jagged edge slicing off his balls. This hotel was damp, dark and disgusting. I shoved a ball gag in his mouth and stripped him naked. I saw the fear in his eyes. He peed the dirty bed out of that fear. I laughed as I sliced his balls off. He bled on the dirty bed. I tossed his balls in the corner of the room and watched as the cockroaches descended on his severed balls for a feast. I left him there bleeding out. On my way out, I knocked on a crack head’s door and told him the guy in room 69 needed a fix. I’m sure that loser is now a permanent resident of the junkie hotel. Maybe next time he will think before being a dick.
Bloody phone sex makes my cunt wet. Red is my favorite color. Blood is my favorite taste. I practice witchcraft. I come from a long line of deviant witches. I am no Charmed witch, however. I am more the burned at the stake kind of witch. I have a ritual every full moon. I kidnap a young teen slut. The cock teasing thinks her shit don’t think kind of hot teen slut. The kind of young slut you would die to fuck. Melissa was my latest victim of my blood ritual. I spotted her at the mall being a mean girl. Cock teasing dirty old men, shop lifting from stores, acting like a total bitch. The world will be better without her. I lured her away from her bitch pack with the promise of a role in a horror film. I have a kill shack off the beaten path for my sacrifices. In the basement is where I hone my craft and sacrifice girls to my Pagan Gods. I bathed her, so she would smell fresh and clean, not like some teen whore mall rat. She hung above me naked. I drank some wine, masturbated and had some blasphemy sex with Satan while I taunted her. My long blade next to me teased her flesh. I could smell her fear; I could hear her cries. She knew this was no movie role. She knew she was going to die. I assured her that since she was a blood sacrifice for Satan and his Pagan gods, she would be reborn in hell for eternity. After my ritual chants were complete, I sunk into the tub beneath her, reached my long blade out and sliced her clear down the middle of her young body. I gutted her like a pig. Her blood and entrails fell over me like a tidal wave. I came masturbating in her blood while watching the life go out of her. Hail Satan. Thank you for the gift of this once vibrant hot teen slut.
Castration phone sex Christmas has begun. The weekend after Thanksgiving, I begin my once a day Castration ritual. It is my way of giving back to society. My special brand of charity helps prevent fucktards from reproducing and in the Me Too era, it empowers women because I am castrating sexual predators too. Don’t know how to use your testicles? Well, then you should not have them. I traveled to another city over the weekend to stalk Damien. Seems he has been living up to his name. He is a privileged college boy who likes to drug coeds then assault them. My guess is his daddy’s money and high-powered lawyer has kept him out of prison even though there have been 12 complaints about the bastard. I decided he needed a charity castration. Neither the law nor the school is going to protect the coeds, so I took matters into my own hands.
I dressed less threatening to lure him. We met at a bar, he spiked my drink when he thought I was not looking, but I am smarter than him and I switched our drinks. He was shocked to wake up tied up naked to my hotel bed. I listed his offenses, gave him a chance to rebut but the little prick was unrepentant. If he had a least shown some remorse or made up a fake apology, I would have used a castration band and a clean blade. He was a piece of shit, so he was treated worse than cattle. I didn’t even let him do a shot of whiskey. I just used the jagged, rusty blade to chop off his balls. He bled like a stuck pig and cried like a little bitch. I just smiled as I looked at him bleeding out. “Apologize now prick and I will cauterize the wound,” I seethed. Now, I got a fake ass apology, but it saved his life. I took the bottom of a hot pan and sealed the wound. He won’t force his cock inside anyone ever again. Fuck, he won’t have a hard-on ever again. Damien gave me my first set of holiday balls.
I was in an evil snuff porn mood yesterday. It was Thanksgiving and I was hungry. A special kind of hunger. Holidays deserve special meals. I went hunting for the perfect white meat when I saw him. He was portly and unattractive. But I wasn’t going to fuck him. I was just going to eat him. When it comes to a good meal, you want extra meat on those bones. I prefer man meat for a few reasons. One, they rarely dye their hair or use super sweet smelling shit on their bodies. They have some muscle on them, which is leaner meat and therefore healthier. So, when I saw him, I licked my lips. I had found my perfect meal for Thanksgiving. He seemed happy a woman was even talking to him. I think he understood he was going to serve me better dead than alive. He went willingly with me to my house. He also never fought me when I shaved his body. I think he knew his calling was to be my supper. I let him soak in a hot tub of butter and seasonings. His flesh was tender enough to eat then, but I am not a rare meat kind of girl. I put him in the oven. He was so pathetic he never even fought being cooked alive. He smelled good as he cooked too. I used just the right seasonings. I think he had cannibalism phone sex fantasies and just gave in to me because he knew he was of better use to me dead than alive. I had a great meal. He turned out perfectly cooked and seasoned. I guess I would have liked a little bit of a struggle just for the thrill. The best things in life don’t come easy. Perhaps, you will put up more of a fight than my Thanksgiving meal did?
All I want for Christmas is castration phone sex. It is not even fucking Thanksgiving and Christmas music is blasting everywhere. I am not ready for good cheer and happy holidays. I was in a wicked mood last night. Everywhere I went, holiday music was playing, and decorations were up. This one asshole in a store was trying to get me to pose with Santa. Do I look like the kind of woman who sits on Santa’s lap? I am a naughty girl. I don’t get presents. He was relentless. Turns out he was hitting on me. I saw an opportunity. I mean this loser was dressed like an elf on a shelf. There was no way he could have a big dick. His voice, his outfit, everything about him was a crime against humanity. I took his number. I passed on Santa but told him I would come over to his place later. I was expecting his home to look like Santa’s workshop, but it was not decorated. It looked like a typical bachelor pad. He was expecting me. He had loser moves. Nothing original. It became clear he thought he was doing me a favor by fucking me. Like I should be grateful to bag an Elf on the Shelf? I was trying to contain my anger. I needed a moment to gain my composure. I pulled out my knife, held it against his throat and ordered him to strip. He thought I was punking him. He got naked and as I suspected, he had a tiny dick fit for an Elf. I took his balls off right then. He started to go into shock. I wanted him a wake. This was torture sex. I got a lighter out of my purse and torched his bleeding balls. As he was crying and shaking, I kicked him where his nuts once were. I squashed him like a bug. I humiliated the life out of him. I made him question humanity. I just wanted him unable to be cheery and incapable of reproducing his stupidity in a spawn. I was feeling cheerful for the first time. I guess taking a loser’s balls was just the holiday spirt I needed, but I could always use more. What do you say? Let me make holiday ornaments out of your nuts.
Snuff sex is the only sex for me. I am like a Praying Mantis when it comes to fucking. The first time my lover tries to talk in baby talk to me, call me sugary names or attempts to cuddle, I kill him. If I could bite a man’s head off, I would. Now, don’t go thinking I am some crazy psycho. I am not. I warn these guys that I just want their dick. There is to be no romance. And, I give them one warning. These dead ex-lovers have been warned. They have no one to blame but themselves when I stab them and fuck their dead bodies. Sex with dead bodies is underrated. If you kill a man right when he is hard that cock stays hard for a while. The body is still warm too. And the best part is that a corpse can’t cuddle or talk. All I am doing is making myself the perfect fuck slave. One with a warm hard cock that won’t call me baby and try to spoon me. If a guy is super hung and handsome, but just can’t follow instructions, I see nothing wrong with stabbing him in the gut and using his blood as lube to fuck his dead dick. Don’t consider this just a blog, consider it a warning. You want to fuck a demented bitch like me? Follow the fucking rules or get killed.
I hope you have rape phone sex fantasies because I make one bad ass accomplice. Girls make think twice about my Goth appearance, but they never suspect that I may do them harm. They certainly never think I am capable of assault. I just like to have a little fun with drunk bitches before you tear them apart. Last night, I went into this local dive bar and hour before closing. That is when you can find drunk whores. They may not be the prettiest bitches around, but they are easy marks because of how much booze they have consumed. I found this one sort of pretty in a bar fly kind of way. I texted a male friend of mine who likes her type. I bought her a drink. She didn’t care who the drink came from. I slipped her a roofie then carried her out to my car. I drove her to my friend’s place where he was waiting for his treat with his cock out. He always destroys the treats I bring him. Leaves so much DNA in on them that I must destroy the bodies He pays me well. I enjoyed watching him fuck the shit out of her almost lifeless body. He likes them doped up, so they don’t scream. He also enjoys them unwilling. He likes to see the fear in them. It is like they are paralyzed with the roofie I give them. They can’t fight much, but their eyes show their terror and their pain. He tore this whore up so bad her ass and cunt were ruined. Bloody, prolapsed fuck holes. I finished her off with a knife to the neck and a lye bath. I am the perfect accomplice phone sex bitch. I get them ready for you, deliver them to you, then I destroy the evidence.
I enjoy knife play phone sex. With my trusty sharp companions, so many things are possible. I broke into a guy’s house earlier in the week. He was an asshole that needed taught a lesson. A lesson my knife could make. I got a great surprise. He had a young daughter in the house. Two for one. I tied him up, put my panties in his mouth while I played with his precious baby girl. She looked like a little beauty queen. The kind of little girl who will grow up to be a spoiled bitch. We need less of those in the world. I tied her up in front of daddy, so he could watch me sexually mutilate her young body. The body I am sure he has coveted a time or two before. I sliced off her right tit. She bled so easily. She screamed in pain. Her dad was begging for me to stop but get this. He was hard. Rock hard as I tortured his princess. He was pleading with me to stop hurting his baby girl, but his body betrayed his words. I held a knife to his young girl’s little clit. I could feel her trembling. She was scared. I told her to look between her daddy’s legs and see his hard cock. She closed her eyes, but I forced them back open. I wanted her to see her daddy for what he was: a snuff sex pervert. He was aroused that I was sexually mutilating his daughter. I sliced off both nipples. I sliced off her clit. I carved whore on her stomach. I was originally there to kill her daddy, but I was not expecting such a nice cock. I undid his pants and rode his hard cock in front of his daughter who was trembling in fear and pain. Once I had my fun with daddy dearest, I chopped off his dick and stuck it in his daughter’s mouth then I slit her throat. Both would bleed out. I never leave DNA. It will look like a gruesome revenge killing over drugs or money. Hottest break in ever.
Snuff porn is my addiction. I love watching another person’s suffering. After so many years of watching snuff, however, I needed to make it. Turns out I enjoy making snuff films more than watching them. Last night I kidnapped a teen whore for some sadistic fun. She is a mean girl. A hot teen slut who thinks the rules don’t apply to her and she can get away with murder and flirt her way out of trouble. She hit my car a few months ago and got out of paying for it. Payback is a bitch cunt. She didn’t even recognize me when she woke up in my kill shack. I am a Goth chick; how do you not recognize me? She started screaming about who her dad was. I didn’t give a fuck about her daddy. I was here to kill her, put her in my snuff sex porn. She was pretty with perfect skin. She used her beauty to cock tease, bully and get her way, so I uglied her. Little drops of acid on her perky tits and pretty face gave her the look she needed. Her screams in pain made me wet. I carved up her tits with my butcher knife. I fucked her cunt with that same knife as I joked about ruining her baby making ability. No self-absorbed twat should reproduce. Not that I was going to let her live. I was enjoying torturing her, but I was going to kill her. She was barely alive when I finally slit her throat. The way the blood gushed out of her was intoxicating. I filmed it all too. I don’t kill little bitches like this for just the thrill of it. I do it to cleanse society. The world needs fewer little bitches, don’t you agree? Perhaps, we can hunt and kill together and truly make America great again.