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Snuff Sex is What Men Get When They Break My Rules

snuff sexSnuff 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.

Consider Me a Praying Mantis in Bed

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 Kills on the 4th of July are the Best

knife play phone sexKnife 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.

Fourth of July is the Best Kill Day of the Year

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.

Torture Sex of the Male Anatomy Brings Me Joy

torture sexAlthough 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.

I am The Wicked Butcher of Your Junk

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.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True If You Try to Fuck Me

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true with the right accomplice. I may not be the right one because I will kill you and take your money if you look at me wrong. My murderous impulses become harder and harder to control as time passes. And it is not that I have less tolerance for stupidity. There are just more stupid people around. And that can get overwhelming sometimes.

I met James in a no tell motel to discuss the plans of the kill he hired me for. Protecting myself, I take seriously. So, I do not even use burner phones. Initial communication I arrange on the dark web, then we meet to discuss the specifics.  I record all my meetings and hide the convo on an external drive I hide very well. Security in case some loser tries to blackmail me or set me up.

And just because I am your accomplice phone sex partner, does not make you immune from me. I kill men for looking at me twice. And I have killed my share of accomplices too. Your money only goes so far. And I had to kill James in the seedy hotel because he tried to fuck me. I told him I was not his bitch, but his partner. And to add insult to injury, his dick appeared minuscule. Like I would fuck some loser who is too much of a pussy to kill a bitch on his own? And who has a small dick too. He needed to die for the insult alone.

Do Not Mistake Me, I Will Kill My Accomplice Too

When he pounced on me, he landed on my knife. Big knife too. Might as well be a sword. I keep a big knife always strapped to my thigh. A girl cannot be too careful. And my reflexes are quick. Even though I would have preferred a slow snuff sex death because it turns me on when someone suffers, I needed to act quickly. No one tries to fuck me against my will and lives to talk about it.

I do not like killing some one impulsively. However, people sometimes act too stupidly, that I cannot allow them to continue to breathe. We cannot show mercy to the morons. If they are too stupid to follow my rules, they deserve to die. Because I acted impulsively, I had to stage the death to look like a hooker / John scenario that went horribly wrong. I could almost predict the morning headline.

But I cleaned up the scene. Removed any evidence I was even there. And his death will remain a mystery because I know how to remove myself from any equation.

Knife Play Phone Sex Might Be My Favorite Way to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex might be my favorite as a sick bitch. I know knives make many men squeamish, especially in the hands of a wicked butcher like me. Perhaps they fear what I will do to their junk, or they think I might kill them. Both assumptions would be true. I do not need men like most woman. So, men should be leery of me.

However, I can make an excellent partner in crime if you do not get lovey dovey with me. I hate that shit. So, keep your hands to yourself and we might just get along smoothly.  Jason and I had a splendid time Friday night. We met in a chat room for snuff porn fans. Started a conversation that cumulated in us planning to kill a whore. And he knew the whore he wanted to turn into a snuff star.

We fantasized about killing her before we killed her. But we added in a lot of torture and mutilation first. The woman we killed he used to work with. An alpha female who climbed the ladder quickly because she threw men under the bus to get to the top. Now, I do not fault women for doing that. But this guy paid me to help him kill her. So, I took his money and killed and tortured a successful woman.

I Love Being Your Accomplice, But You Need to Follow My Lead

I might prefer to use my knife on men, but I will kill a bitch who looks at me wrong in a heartbeat too. We had to break into her house, and it appeared to have better security than Ft. Knox. But I got through her system. Jason had revenge on his mind and ran upstairs in a frenzied state. He needed me to reel him in. I am not an impulse killer. For one, it’s how folks get caught. And two, a frenzied quick kill leaves no time for torture sex.

He listened to me thankfully. Because I would have killed him too, he if didn’t. And we killed her, eventually. But first we sliced off her nipples and made her eat them. We sliced her clit off too. The sexual mutilation lasted for hours. And so did the torture. Eventually, she died, and I helped dispose of her body. That’s key. Destroy the evidence of a crime. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because Dead Men Don’t Talk

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex, anyone? I find a man more appealing after I killed him. Why? Because dead men don’t talk.  And nothing ruins sex more for me than some dude calling me babe or honey. Or a guy who wants to spoon me afterwards. I am not your girlfriend. I do not require cock like most girls. So, do not confuse me for some horny bimbo. Since I find it more challenging to just fuck a guy lately, I changed my way of doing things.

Now, if I spot a guy I like, I kill him first. If I kill a man right as he gets an erection, his dick stays hard. And you can fuck for a good hour or so postmortem. An when rigor mortis sinks in, sex with dead bodies becomes more fun.  A dead dude’s cock gives me more pleasure than any cock could. Sorry fellows, but your dead dick is so hard that I can get off multiple times.

Dead Men Do Not Talk and That’s What I Want When Fucking: Silence

And last night’s dead dick got me off well too. Handsome man. Tall and all the signs of a big dick like big hands. He has a thing for Goth chicks, so I let him think I wanted to fuck. Although I did want to fuck, I did not want to talk, spoon, date, plan our futures or any of that stupid coupling stuff.

But I knew he could still give me pleasure after death. So, I went home with him. And while I rode him, I pulled out my big knife. And I slit his throat. He never saw it coming. As his blood spurted out his neck, it sprayed me. His blood became my lube. And I felt his cock twitch as he took his last breath.

As he died, I rode his dick harder. In the 20 or so minutes that I rode his dead dick, I realized I really do enjoy fucking dead men more. Some folks might think why not just ride a dildo if I do not want bedroom talk? But I am a sadistic phone sex bitch. Where is the fun in that. So, fuck me if you dare!

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner or My Victim, So Choose Wisely

accomplice phone sexYou can be my accomplice phone sex partner or my victim. With me it’s that black and white. No in between. No gray area either. I do not need men in my life. But do not feel bad. I do not need anyone in my life. If you have not guessed by now, perhaps you can tell that I am a loner. Not at all a people person. Never have been. I do not have a husband, or a boyfriend or even a BFF. But what I do have is a thirst for mayhem and total destruction. Now, what side do you want to be on? Choose wisely. 

You do not want to be Mack. Mack and I go way back to high school. And I think those teen years contributed to the dark bitch I am today. Not your bitch though. Not anyone’s bitch. Mack did not recognize me at first. But I knew him immediately. Same smug tool he was in high school. He walked right by me. And he got rude with the barista. He sealed his faith. He asked for snuff sex acting like a giant douche bag once again 

You Can Be My Accomplice or My Victim 

So, I followed him home. Although I wanted to kill him right then, I needed to study his habits and plan. This loser made my life hell as a teen girl. And his bully days did not seem to be behind him. I may have ignored him had he been polite ordering his fancy latte. However, I have thought about killing him for 15 years. And he walked right into my life again. So, it was a sign he needed to die. 

 And he died last night. After hours of suffering. Usually, I do not do revenge kills because personal kills get folks caught. But I do not have ties to him. Never did. To him I was just some worthless nothing. But he remembered me as I sliced his cock off. I told him this kill might have been my favorite one yet. I carved him up. And I put my name in his chest. But I wrote Venus, not my birth name. I reinvented myself after high school. 

 No one would find his body. Nature took care of his remains. Once upon a time, Mack harassed me daily. Now, Mack will never harass or bully another woman again. In fact, I bet he is being shit out of a bear’s ass right now. Mack had to be my victim. He was never accomplice material. However, all tools and bullies are killer phone sex material. 

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

Beg for Torture Sex You Will Get More Than You Bargined For

torture sexHe begged for torture sex. And you never need to beg me to hurt a bitch. It is my pleasure to carve a guy or a woman or even a brat up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Todd met me online. I have a handle called Dark Angel on the Dark net. I am a dark angel of death. Pain and torture too. Cock and ball torture excites me. I make a decent living at it too. But some days, I feel generous and do it for free.

Todd experienced an almost free castration. He hired me to torture him. We agreed I could mutilate his body if I left his cock and balls alone. For some reason he seemed proud of his junk. But to me it was nothing impressive at all. And I would have abided by his rules if he had not seemed so proud of a worthless dick.

What is the obsession with your junk? I mean I know men beat off a lot. Even when they have a woman in their lives. But to hold so much value in something worthless just begs for castration phone sex if you ask me. So, after I tied Todd up and cut his flesh up, I decided to cut off his balls. I told him it was a free add on for being such a small dick wonder. If his dick measured 4-inches, I would have been surprised.

If You Want Me to Torture You, Consider Me Ready

I put a ball gag in his mouth, so I did hot need to hear him bitch about his precious dick and balls. I promised him no woman thought his dick was the Holy Grail of cocks. And I took the balls off slowly with a razor blade to prolong his agony. Once I had one nut removed, I used that severed ball as the gag in his mouth. What can I say? I am a sadist.  It brought me pleasure to see him choking on his ball. Since they appeared small like his dick, when I cut the other nut off, I put that in his mouth too.

Although I thought about taking his worthless dick too, leaving it will be a constant reminder that he is no man. He is just lucky I did not make him a snuff porn star. But I took the wind out of his sails. He will never beat off or fuck again. And he will never procreate. And that is a win for everyone.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Consume Many People

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies consume many people, me included. But unlike most people, I do not hold back. If someone fills me with rage, it’s usually for a good reason. And I snuff them out. But I never kill quickly. There is no fun in that. Torture serves as foreplay for me. So, when I bring a man home to kill him in my new underground torture chamber, I  make it last hours, days or even weeks.

Marcus resides in my dungeon currently. I plan on keeping this  mother fucker alive for as long as possible because he deserves to suffer. He hired me off the dark web last month to help him kill his business partner. I never ask why someone wants another person dead. It’s a job for me. I do it for the money. However, Marcus tried to renege on our deal and demanded a refund. Do I look like I offer refunds?

No One Backs Out of a Deal with the Devil and Lives to Talk About It

I am a snuff porn broker. Marcus got cold feet. He feared the murder would be tied to him because he stood to gain financially from his partner’s death. However, we set him up with an airtight alibi. I put a lot of work into planning this kill. And he insulted me when he wanted a refund. But he angered me when he tried to assault me when I said no refund. And he has been tied up in my kill shelter under my house ever since.

I’ve dismembered every toe and finger he had. Plus, I took a blow torch to his balls and the soles of his feet. And I sliced off his nipples and castrated him too. Now, I am slowly letting the blood drip from his body. Exsanguination is a painful and a very slow death. The average person holds 8-10 pints of blood in their body. So, I let about a half a pint drip from his body a day. He has about 4 days left until he dies from blood loss.

Once he dies, I will feed him to the wildlife, and he will never be seen again. Teach him to fuck with the snuff sex queen.