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Castration phone sex is hands down the sickest fun I can have on the phone. I love telling losers exactly what I am going to do to their testicles. My pussy gets wet at the graphic detail. Every loser who calls me for this specialty is different. I never remove two guys’ junk the same way. Where is the fun in that for me? Variety is the spice of life. I enjoyed telling a loser last night after I removed his balls with a castration band and a rusty saw, that I was going to deep fry his nuts and eat them. My spin on Rocky Mountain oysters. As he laid there in pain, bleeding all over the place, I was deep frying his nuts in olive oil and scallions. They ended up looking like fried perogies, just a lot smaller. Not quite as tasty either. Sat down across from him and ate his balls. I’m not a savage. Of course, I offered him some too. He tried to politely refuse, so I forced a few bites down his throat. Your host offers you something to eat, you eat it, even if it is your own balls. How do you think I will remove your nuts? I will let you in on a little secret. The best part is not removing your balls; it is what I do with them afterwards.
Snuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.
Snuff porn is hot to watch. The sad thing is that most of what you find on line is fake. I have made many a real snuff film; I know when I am watching a fake one. Watching even the fake ones, stirs up the mad murdering goddess in me, however. They make me crave for another kill. Like a vampire smelling blood, I need to feed when I watch a snuff film. I need to kill someone, anyone. I gathered up my knife collection, got in my car and cruised for a victim. It was a lovely night; lots of folks out late strolling the streets looking for love or drugs. One person, was looking for death. He just didn’t realize it yet. He was handsome, older man who was clearly trolling the jailbait runaways. I told him I had a sweet young virgin slut back at my place. He bought it. I offered him a spiked drink at my place. He was soon passed out. I didn’t lie. I have a sweet young thing at home named Amy. She is my young accomplice. I am teaching her the joy of killing. When our victim woke up, he was tied naked on my bed. A plastic sheet underneath him to catch the blood. The fear in his eyes turned us both on. Amy was hovering over his cock and balls with my favorite serrated blade. I was holding a razor blade near his neck. He pissed himself he was so scared. Shouldn’t troll for jailbait pussy if you can’t handle the risk. Amy hurled some harsh words at him as she sliced his balls off. “My pussy is off limits to old perverts,” she screamed as she slashed his dick off too. Blood poured out like a volcano eruption. Amy’s face was covered in blood. He was still alive but in shock. I shoved his cock in his mouth and slit his throat. He bled out. Amy was giddy in delight. So was I. We are a killing team. Whose next?
Snuff sex pays the bills and then some. He was not my typical client. Guys come to me for assistance force fucking and killing, even torturing girls of all ages. When I asked to see a picture of his victim, he showed me his driver’s license. He wanted to die a horrific death at the hands of a goth goddess. He told me the sad pathetic story of his life. By the end, I wanted to kill him for free. I am no fool, I took the money. I told him he would not know when his number was up. I don’t share the plan of my kills because I enjoy the element of surprise. Five days after he paid me, I broke into his house as he was sleeping. I put a pillow over his face to wake him up. Startled him awake. He tried to take it all back. Even told me I could keep the money, but he didn’t want to go through with the plan anymore. How did I know this was just not part of the game? I tied him to the bed spread eagle before I laid out my torture sex instruments: my knife collection, a blow torch, a saw, pliers, soldering iron and a straight edge razor. If I was going to kill him, it was not going to go slow. I like pain and suffering. I duct taped his mouth so he could not scream efficiently. I made little painful cuts all over his useless body. I watched the blood trickled down and drip from his wounds. I sliced the skin off his testicles and pulled them out for shits and giggles before sawing his dick off. I castrate lots of men for fun and for profit. Never sawed off a dick before. Bastard passed out, so I stuffed his severed dick down his throat and made him give himself head. That woke him up quickly! I tortured him for hours before I plunged a knife in his belly and disemboweled him. I masturbated as he died in front of me. It was hot. I wish more guys paid me to do what they are too weak to do to themselves. Killing losers is fun.
Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? We all have someone we want to slaughter. I have people I encounter daily that drive me to murder. I had this caller last week. I use the term caller loosely because he never paid for a call. He kept calling me baby and honey and saying stupid things like show me your tits baby and suck my cock. Do I looked like the kind of girl who wants to be called baby? Fuck no. So, let me iterate my stance. I am not your baby, honey or any cutesy name. I am only your mistress, your accomplice or your sadistic bitch. This little loser found out that I mean business. It’s called caller ID dumb fuck. He was not far from me, so I paid him a visit. It was worth the road trip to see his expression when I was standing over him with a big fat knife. He knew who I was. I was rather disappointed when I saw him. From his bravado on the phone, I honestly expected a grown ass man. He was a broke ass college boy who was goofing around on the phone. I hate broke guys. He was pleading with me to go. He apologized repeatedly. When he started talking about jacking off to me daily, I decided to castrate him. I know he is barely legal, but he was showing signs of being a sexual predator as a college boy. Most serial killers begin with antics like him. It was my duty to make sure he did not procreate in the future. He needed to learn respect for women. I was doing a good deed by taking his balls. Its those balls that make guys unruly. Young men are slaves to their cock and balls. One clean cut and his balls were in my back pocket. The youngest balls I have ever taken, but it was well deserved. I left him a bloody mess but I am confident I took away the cause of his bad behavior. Need some castration phone sex?
Snuff porn is my thing. I don’t just like to kill, I like to film my killing. Sometimes my videos are for my spank bank; sometimes my little death videos are for my accomplice’s spank pack. Troy hired me to be his filmographer recently. He heard about my work. Said he had even purchased some of my works on the underground market. He kidnapped this sweet young morsel to live out his rape fantasies as well as torture and kill her. When I arrived she was practically dead already. So, tiny and young. He had been fucking her for a few days. You could tell. Her little holes were ruined. Completely ruined. Prolapsed pussy and ass. He had ropes, chains, knives and other torture devices laid out. He was ready to party. Not sure how much life was in her. She did not look like she had any fight in her. Personally, I like it when they struggle. The screams and pleading get me wet. But, to each his own. I was simply there to film his milestone. I watched as he dismembered her tiny body. There was a lot of blood, not enough screaming for my taste, but he was hard as a rock and that is all that mattered. I filmed him having sex with her dead body too, well more like her stump. He ravaged her dead holes. He paid me extra to dispose of her body. I know how to get rid of the evidence. It is amazing what a barrel of lye can do. When I delivered his snuff movie to him, I joined him for the first viewing. It turned out better than I thought. The life was gone in her eyes, but she twitched a lot. Not my best work ever, but hot nonetheless. If you have a dirty fantasy you want to live out, make sure you hire a sick videographer to preserve the memory.
Snuff porn Memorial Day weekend best describes my holiday weekend. I have a certain craving for BBQ. A special kind of BBQ if you know what I mean. The summer season is upon us. That means young girls are going about town scantily clad and drinking way too much. I am a cannibal of opportunity. This weekend, I paid attention to where the backyard barbeques were and did what any hungry bitch does, I stalked my future meal. Kind of fitting that I nabbed this chunky coed coming out of a pig roast drunk as a skunk. I like them with meat on their bones. Skinny girls don’t taste as good. This little piggy was perfect. I guessed she was about 5’3 and 160 lbs. When I got her home, I was right on the height, and only off by 3 pounds. I’ve been stalking my dinner for years now, so I’m very good. Usually, I chloroform my future meals, but she was so drunk, I didn’t need too.
She was perfect. No hair dyes, no piercings or tattoos, no fake boobs and no botox. I didn’t need to fatten her up either. This was my best find to date. I mean she was ready to cook as is, which is rare. I decided to boil her instead of cooking or roasting her. Makes for a more tender, succulent meal that way. I chopped up a variety of garden vegetables, tossed in some cumin and other spices, and let it simmer while I buttered her up. I mean literally buttered her up. I melted a couple pounds of butter, mixed it with some scallions and basted her body like a Butterball turkey. I infused her with water to wash out the booze. I let the butter seep into her skin while she detoxed, then put her in the boiling pot. Takes about 8 hours to boil a chunky coed. I am patient. Plus, I love the smell of boiling girl that permeates through my home. She smelled almost as good as she tasted….
Have you ever had sex with dead bodies? I know a few freaks. It is best when the body has been dead no longer than 24 hours. I had some fun this weekend with one of my nasty freak male friends. There was this teen girl he had his eye on for a while. She wouldn’t give him the time of day. She was jail bait, but he likes them young. I owed him a favor, so I killed her for him. I had some fun with her first of course. She was your typical mall rat teen whore. The kind of girl you see traveling in a pack. Thinks she is all that and a bag of chips. Wears short shorts with her ass cheeks hanging out, a small top showing her midriff, then gets mad when older men ogle her. I got her away from her pack with a bullshit line about being a casting agent for a horror movie. I stabbed her in the gut. One shift stab in the right place leaves a little bitch speechless and dead quickly. I watched the life evaporate from her pretty green eyes. The look of puzzlement said, “What did I do to you?” Nothing really, but it was what she did to other men, including my friend. She was a tiny little thing. I shoved her in a duffel bag and walked out of the mall to my car. I hunt at the mall often. I know how to avoid the security cameras. I drove to the old house I inherited that’s in the middle of nowhere and gave my friend his present. I watched his cock get hard at her lifeless body. She was fresh enough that her pussy was still very warm. I watched as he fucked her dead body. She was bloody, but that didn’t matter to us. He fucked her dead holes for hours. I more than paid back my debt. When he could cum no more, I disposed of the body in the swamp. Just another teen whore runaway is what folks will say. Teen sluts are a dime a dozen.
Snuff porn Sunday took on new meaning yesterday. All the mothers and their little ones celebrating Mother’s Day made me quite murderous. I would see these Norman Rockwell mother and off spring images about town that hid their reality. I followed this one mother and daughter for the better part of the day. They started at church, then went to lunch, then shopped at the mall before returning home. When they knew folks were looking, they played the perfect mother and daughter parts. When they thought no eyes were on them, they revealed something less than perfect. The girl was a spoiled brat. Complained about everything. She berated and humiliated her mother. The girl needed the self-entitlement fucked out of her as well as cut out of her. I knew the perfect accomplice. A friend of mine with a fondness for teen whores. We have a good partnership. He fucks them; I kill them. He likes young teen girls the best. They put up a fight and they are tight, according to him. I looked at it as a mercy killing. If I ever spoke like that to my mother, I would have been backhanded into the 1950s. Young ones have no respect these days. If going to get rid of them, might as well get some pleasure out of it, right? Drew lured the cock tease away from her own front porch. I’m sure mommy was inside lamenting her devil’s spawn with a big bottle of alcohol. Once back at my place, I watched him force fuck her for hours. She did put up a fight, but he liked it. Once her tight teen holes were bloody and ruined, I came in for the kill. Literally the kill. I dared her to talk smack to dominant woman. Brazen slut did, so I cut out her tongue and shoved it up her prolapsed ass. I played a series of cat and mouse games that mutilated her once pretty body before I stabbed her in the heart. Dumped her in an empty grave and got wet when I got the Amber Alert. Silly mother. I gave her the best Mother’s Day present ever and she had to report her bitch girl missing. I think she needs offed next. Want to help?
Castration phone sex is hot this week. As I write this blog, I have already had 22 calls this week for junk removal services. I know what it is about too. Spring is in the air. That means lots of young teen girls, even younger too, are running around in little short shorts and tank tops. They are cock teasing men. There are a few reactions men get for those jailbait pussies. Some men know they have what a cock tease needs. They are real men who man up and put a little whore in her place. Where is a teen whore’s place? On her knees or on her back taking care of the cock she teased. Now, guys who call me for castration services, know that if they showed their worthless nub to a hot teen slut, she would laugh. Those little cock teasing sluts want a real man. They don’t know it yet, but they are waiting for a real man to force fuck them. They don’t want some girly man with a clit stick. No girl wants that. Guys who lack the equipment to satisfy even the youngest of girls, need my castration services. They need to make the urge go away for young flesh. If you have a pinky dick and you want hot girls, you will be publicly humiliated and shamed for your short comings. Get castrated now before Summer is in full swing. Let my real men callers have the rape phone sex fantasies of those cock teasing little girls. I will be their accomplice. With you, however, I will be your mistress specializing in your junk removal. Consider it public service. I am taking away your worthless balls so you won’t be tempted to force fuck some hot young thing way out of your league. I must preserve that hot meat for men with real dicks.