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Knife play phone sex fantasies get my pussy so wet. I run this little school for girls. It is a training school. I assist dark little bitches in growing up to be sadistic women like me. You just don’t become a murderous, castrating whore over night. Behind every evil woman is a female mentor. Yesterday’s lesson was in dismemberment. I had this annoying fuck who cut me off in traffic as our learning victim. I wanted my girls to understand the thrill of inflicting pain, while seeing how pain affects one’s body. I have a makeshift medical examiner’s room in my basement. Only the folks on the slab are not quite yet dead. This jack off was strapped down spread eagle on his back. I had him hooked up to a blood pressure machine and a pulse reader. We had not even begun the torture sex and his BP and pulse were high. I had an array of knives for the lesson. My pupils were so excited. One little girl asked to go first so I rewarded her enthusiasm with a big knife. She made some cuts on his thighs to see how his vitals skyrocketed. More girls grabbed knives and started cutting and stabbing. They giggled as he screamed in pain and pleaded for his life. That just turned us all on. He was close to having a heart attack by his vitals. It is amazing what pain does to the body. When I cut his dick clean off and blood spurted everywhere he actually passed out. No worries. We had smelling salts to revive him. I shoved his dick in his mouth so he would stay awake while my little evil angels took off his limbs. Had to use a chainsaw for his legs as he was quite stocky. Despite all that pain and blood loss, he did not die immediately. Of course when we chopped his head off that did him in. His head rolled around the floor with his eyes wide open as if he was watching his body die. It was a fun lesson, well for us girls at least.
School is out for the summer. Everywhere I look there are tender little morsels ripe for picking. Most people look at little ones and see future teachers, lawyers, mommies, daddies or doctors. I see brats and cock teases that need snuffed or tortured. Often times, I snatch a brat for a friend or accomplice. Every now and then, like yesterday, I nab one just for me. I went with this little dick cheese brat at the mall. He made fun of my appearance as I walked by the arcade. He was going to grow up to be a sex criminal. It was written all over his smug face, so I decided to put him out of the future’s misery. I saw him waiting outside for the bus to go home, alone. I sat on the bench next to him, endured his fowl mouth for a few minutes before I chloroformed him. He woke up naked in a junkyard tied up. A junk yard makes a good snuff porn site. So contaminated with germs, on the outskirts of town and tons of places to stash the body. Plus, lots of dirty sharp objects to inflict maximum pain.
I sodomized his boy ass with a rusty old pipe. Listening to him cry like a little girl made me so wet. “Not so tough now are you, jagoff,” I seethed as I pushed the pipe deeper into his back door. When I pulled the pipe out, it was covered in blood and shit. I hit him in the head with it. Not enough to kill him; just enough to hurt and maybe make him a bit retarded. Blood was running down his face. Tears too, but it is blood that excites me. Normally, when I castrate, it is older men. It would be like shrunken balls for my collection. I found a rusty old beer can, cut it open and used the sharp part to cut his little walnuts right off. I was going to keep them, but decided to shove them in his mouth for shits and giggles. I cut 666 into his thigh, right at the femoral artery so he would bleed out and die. I left him on the hood of an old junk car with some satanic items so the police would think his murder was at the hands of some devil worshiping cult, not just some sadistic bitch starting her summer killing spree with a bang.
Snuff porn is what I masturbate too. I love Russian, Japanese and German snuff films the most. They seem the most brutal, the most realistic. Some American horror movies turn me on too. My favorite is Hostel 2. I love the fact that it is a woman who turns the tables on the men and takes control of the kill club. However, my favorite scene is about 40 minutes into the film, when this hot bitch gets naked in a tub with some big ass knives and a naked nerdy girl hanging over her. She slices her slowly at first, letting the blood drip on her before going for the neck slice. As the blood cascades over her hot naked body, she cums, I cum, anybody with a sick mind cums. It is my favorite scene in a horror film. I have always wanted to make a snuff short just recreating that scene, but with a much younger girl as the victim. So, I made it happen. I snatched a little cock tease from the mall. A daddy’s princess type. You know the kind. Rolls her eyes, smacks her lips, twirls her hair and thinks she is better than anyone, especially a Goth girl like me. She got a wakeup call. Literally. I spiked her Starbucks frappuccino at the mall, then slapped her awake once she was suspended above me. I had to suspend her from the drain pipes in my basement and I had no tub, just a plastic tarp to lay my naked body on. I saw the fear in her eyes. She pissed on me, which I half ass expected, but didn’t enjoy. I cut her cheek with a sickle and laughed as she cried. I gauged and eye out too. It plopped on to my right tit. I made lots of little slashes on her tender tight stuck up body. Blood was dripping all over me. I was rubbing it in my skin, but I wanted more. Needed more. I sliced her open like a captured animal. I didn’t go for the neck. I wanted her to see her entrails, organs and blood spill onto the body she mocked earlier. She watched me play with her guts before she drifted off to never never land forever. It was so fucking hot. But, in my excitement, I forgot to hit record on the camera. That means I need to find another little one to snuff out. Maybe this time, you would like to help?
For this snuff porn whore, my favorite holidays are Halloween and Friday the 13th. Why? Because death and dismemberment is so widespread on those days, most murders go unsolved. They get blamed on drunken pranks and sick Michael Meyers wannabes. Personally, I have always preferred Jason Voorhees. Not sure why, but a man in a hockey mask wielding a big ass knife killing horny teens gets my cunt so wet. I already have my Friday the 13th mayhem planned out. There is a secluded girls’ camp in my city. It’s off the beaten trail, but all the dirty old men know where it is at. Many have been arrested spying on young girls in the community showers and even jacking off on their angelic little faces while they sleep in their bunk beds. Anything I do will get blamed on one of the many registered sex offenders in town.
I hate young self entitled bitches. Instead of butchering just one this year, I am going to slaughter an entire camp of young girls. Young bitches. I have an array of knives to use. Small ones for cutting nips and clits. Bigger ones for shredding cunts and asses. And a huge sickle for cutting off little pretty heads that can be shoved down on the posts of the bunk beds for the camp counselors to discover the next morning. What a horrific discovery. All girls camp massacre. No one discovered alive. I love hearing about my carnage in the press. Because of the young age of my victims they only show before pictures. That’s okay. I always take pictures of dead little whores for my spank bank. I love to masturbate thinking of the torture I inflicted on the little ones. I kill adults because they annoy me or are a waste of space. I kill the little ones because taking innocent lives makes my cunt drip. Who wants to help me slaughter the innocent? They may be innocent now, but they will just grow up to be cock teasing money draining little whores. Let’s have fun with them while we can.
Cannibalism phone sex is my favorite form of porn snuff extreme. I am a sadistic bitch. I don’t do the traditional girl thing. Never have, never will be the kind of girl who conforms to societal norms. Cannibalism is consider taboo. We are not suppose to eat each other literally. Why not? Have you ever tasted human flesh? Seasoned and prepared right, it is quite delectable. There are plenty of us Hannibal Lectors in this world. The only difference is that we are real, not fictional characters. And, we aren’t crazy or insane. Being labeled crazy or insane for eating human flesh is silly. People fear what they don’t know. What they have never tried. That is why I like to take a flesh eating novice under my wing and guide them through the entire process of cannibalism. It is more than just chopping someone up and boiling them in a big pot. The hunt and preparation are just, if not more, important than breaking bread with some human flesh.
I stalk my dinner for days like a starving wolf. You want a young person with some flesh on their bones. There are plenty of young bitches with junk in the trunk floating around the world now. Many, no one would miss or be glad they were gone. Occasionally, I find a skinny whore that catches my fancy. I just fatten her up with protein shakes for a few weeks first. Young flesh is tender. Meaty flesh is the most succulent. Once I kidnap my victim, the preparation begins. Cooking a young girl is similar to the labor that goes into preparing a Thanksgiving feast. There is lots to do. First, you want to ensure your meal is void of all chemicals. No bleached hair, no nail polish, no perfumes or dyes, no piercings…. Your dinner needs to be washed just like you wash your vegetables. Cooking live flesh results in a better meal. Not to mention it just gives me perverse pleasure to hear the life being cooked out of a stupid slut.
This weekend, I had my evil protégé Amy with me. She has killed with me before, however, she has never had a human meal with me before. She picked out our victim. This thick girl from the mall who was all drunk and stumbling. We just let her detox for a couple days, then we used a nice garlic butter sauce all over her body so she would be extra tender and a nice golden brown. An apple in her mouth and some carrots up her fuck holes, she looked like a turkey when we put her in the oven. The smell was so arousing as she cooked to a golden brown. You have to be patient when eating human flesh. To have the best dining experience, it takes time to prepare the flesh. Trust me, if let your meal cooks thoroughly, you will have the best meal of your life. Amy is still raving about much she enjoyed her rump roast and breast piece. I saved the internal organs for another meal. Human heart is scrumptious. New to cannibalism? Let me guide you through the process so you have the best meal of your life.
Snuff sex is hot. I love being a murderous bitch. I get asked all the time if I have a type I like to torture and kill. My mood is different from day to day. Yesterday, I was in the mood for a young morsel. The beauty pageant type. The malls are filled with girls like that. I found a sweet tender thing begging for trouble. Little jean shorts with her butt cheeks hanging half off her ass. Half top showing a succulent tender belly. Hot pink lips, toes and finger nails. A little whore in the making. I see girls with those Bambi eyes and tight little bodies and I have bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. My appearance is off putting to those little suburbanites, so I had to get an accomplice. Amy is my young muse. She is very skilled in the art of torture sex. In fact, she takes great joy in mutilating little ones. Anyone actually. She lured my little victim to my car with zero difficulty. A little bop on the head and she woke up in my cabin in the woods. It is like my artist’s retreat. I do all sorts of creative things with blood and body parts there. I’m a performance artist. The little whore woke up tied naked spread eagle to a bed. Amy was over her with a knife. I was filming the torture and streaming it live to a few select dirty pervs who pay me well to see a little whore tortured to death. Sometimes, like yesterday, I let them dictate what they want done to a little cunt. Amy fisted the girl’s bald little slit on request. She also sliced off her clit and her nipples then fed it to the girl. She was tortured for hours before her cunt was fucked with a serrated blade. Amy pretty much carved her insides out, then pierced through her belly from the inside out slicing her in two. Once the cunt took her last little breath, I plopped her body in a tub of lye and watched her little limp body dissolve away. Then Amy and I masturbated watching the snuff porn I made.
Castration phone sex requires balls. I don’t mean the pathetic little nut sack dangling beneath your equally pathetic dick. I mean it takes courage, something that so many losers with worthless equipment actually possess. I get a shit ton of callers begging me to rid them of their useless and very disappointing testicles. My motto has always been, “testicles are for winners.” If you are calling me for a taboo phone sex call where I take your worthless junk, please be willing to hurt yourself at the very least. I mean the first step is recognizing that your worthless. The second step is seeking help, which my callers do when they call me for junk removal services. However, only so much of a hurt I can put on you, if you are not willing to do some self damage. So, here are the tools you need. Booze. You will need something strong like bourbon or whiskey to dull the pain. Alcohol was anesthesia for centuries. Duct tape. You can strap your pathetic wiener to your belly exposing your balls for better torture or castration. You can use rope too. You need to separate your balls from your dick. Get a hammer, or some sort of blunt object. One hard smack and you can bust a nut. Literally flatten it. A sharp object is required for those who are serious about castration and it is just not fantasy for them. A kitchen knife, a razor blade, and exacto knife…. you get the picture. Something sharp enough to cut the flesh from your body. The final thing you need is a smoldering pen. Something to cauterize the wound because there will be blood. You can even use a heated frying pan. Just something really hot to seal the wound. It would really be nice for me if you were serious about castration, as serious as I am. I can tell the difference between real pain and acting. So man up. Get some proverbially balls to lose your real balls. Castration is not for the weak, but if you are serious about home castration, I am your junk removal accomplice.
Does snuff sex turn you on? It sure does make my pussy roar, especially if we are talking about snuffing out a little dick tease. I know you know who I am talking about. Those young girls who hang at the mall or the local park in vary inappropriate clothing for their age. Little succulent butts hanging out. Little bee sting boobies barely covered by a tank top. When you walk by and leer at them, they snicker at you. You know they think you are a pervert. But guess what? You are a pervert, but with me as your accomplice, we can put those little cock teases in their places. I mean, they are asking for it dressed like that. I am not exactly the motherly type. I don’t have the instinct to nurture little girls. I have the instinct for torture sex with those little whores in the making. I have an idea. I can lure them very easily back to this killer pad I have. It is equipped with sex toys and torture devices. I even have a video camera so I can record your cock violating those tender virgin whores. You can fuck them as hard as you want too. They will not live long enough to tell anyone that we are sick perverts. If you don’t want to kill them right away, we can make them sex slaves. I bet you have lots of friends who would want to violate some young cunts. With me as your accomplice, anything is possible. I know I get so wet thinking of you pinning down a young cock tease and forcing your cock into her tight cunnie. I want the little whore to cry, beg and bleed as you assault her fuck holes. Just promise me one thing. When you are done with the little slut, let me slit her throat and carve her up? I love mutilating little cock teases.
Consider me your taboo phone sex accomplice. I bet my mind is even sicker than your worse nightmare. Guys ask me all the time what is my favorite type of accomplice call. I have so many that I enjoy, but among them are hunting little ones. Well the hunting part is not my favorite, it is the killing and torturing of those little souls that really gets my cunt wet. Now that the weather is warmer, little girls are showing off their tiny little bodies, cock teasing all the dirty old men who want to bury their cocks in a tight pink slit. Well guess what? If you are MY accomplice, you can explore all your young rape phone sex fantasies. I will snatch us up a delicate little flower for you to fuck. Since I plan on snuffing out the little whore, you can do whatever you want to her. Fist her pink tight fuck holes. Sodomize her virgin ass. Piss down her throat. Choke her with your big cock. Punch her to stop her crying. Cut her nipples off. Burn her little pink clit. Staple her pussy lips to her creamy tiny thighs so you. Gauge her eyes out. The little whore is not going to live to tell about, so why not use her however you want? I mean I am not a selfish bitch, if you want to kill the whore yourself, I will watch with enjoyment. I will even let you use my wonderful array of kill tools. I am content to help with disposing the body. I have a tub in my basement full with Sulfuric acid that I keep heated around 100 degrees. A little body like the one you want to fuck and torture, will disappear completely in minutes. I am good at making things disappear, so no fretting about getting arrested. When you are with me, you are 100% protected to do whatever depraved thing you want. I will be your cheerleader, accomplice and problem solver. Who is ready to hunt for the perfect little torure doll?
Castration phone sex is my favorite. Why? Because testicles are for winners. Let’s be honest here. If you read past the first sentence, you are not a winner. You are a loser with a tiny dick or a broke down dick or just a fucking moron who has no reason procreating. A real man would see the word castration and say to himself, “What the fuck,” and not read any further. Not you right? You are still reading this because you know you do not deserve your balls. You need a woman like me in your life who will not hesitate to remove your junk. I have a special place in my cold dark heart for losers who can admit their short comings and ask for help. It won’t make me not remove said loser’s balls, but I will do so more compassionately. You piss me off or fight me, your testicles get fed to the animals and you don’t get the benefit of a soldering iron. You can just bleed out.
My reputation for junk removal is well known in certain parts. Often times I get men sending me letters with pictures pleading for me to whack off their nuggets. Many offer to pay me for my time and service. Just last week, I gave Bob the chance to lose his balls for a small fee. He had been begging me for months. No money was ever offered up until he got in trouble with the law for exposing his little click stick to some young girls, who by the way laughed at him and snapped pictures they later posted on Instagram and Snapchat before calling the police. When I arrived at his place, I found him with a castration band already around his balls. They were turning blue and he was having difficulty talking. I put a ball gag in his mouth so his neighbors would not hear the screams. I laid a towel down underneath him as not to stain his carpet. And, I handcuffed him to a chair so he could not fight me.
I have lots of ways to take off nuts, but Bob was getting the compassionate service since he paid me $2,000. A grand a nut. I pulled his balls down and sliced at the skin being tugged away from his body by the band with my big blade. Blood splattered; Bob passed out and his nuts fell to the ground. I cauterized the wound, used some smelling salts to revive him, then left him his testicles as a memento . How you interact with me determines if your get the compassionate service or if you bleed out on your living room rug.