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Castration phone sex is one of my favorite calls. Tis the season to whack off testicles too. The holiday season brings out all the losers and sad sacks. In reality, the best gift a pathetic worthless piece of shit can give to the world is junk removal. If you are that pathetic you have NO business reproducing. I feel extra charitable too this time of year so I often give free ball removal services to the truly pathetic. Many men are down on their luck and can’t afford my services. In the holiday spirit, I remove their worthless junk for free. I met one such loser earlier in the week. He was panhandling on the street. He was telling tales of being a veteran, but I knew better. I went to high school with this piece of shit. He was con artist even then. Many veterans are homeless and need our help, but ass wipes like Charlie make folks leery of helping the truly homeless vets once they realize they have been scammed.
Charlie crushed on me in high school, so I saw my opportunity to give free junk removal to a bottom feeder. I told him I liked dirty sex so he didn’t need to shower. What a fucking moron to believe that line. More proof that he didn’t deserve testicles. I tied him to my bed for some kinky sex, but whacked off his balls instead of whacking him off. Blood sprayed my face, my sheets and my walls. Hot sticky blood of a total loser. I used an old rusty knife too. Dirty utensils for a dirty sorry ass man. He screamed in pain, pleaded for mercy. With rage in my eyes, I decided on some snuff sex too. I stabbed him deep in the belly. I gutted him like he was a pig and I was the butcher. Actually he was a pig and I am a butcher. A butcher of the worthless. A butcher of the annoying. A butcher of bitches. A butcher of losers. A butcher of brats. A butcher of YOU. It is going to be 24 days of murderous mayhem for me. Happy Holidays!
Happy snuff porn Thanksgiving. I hate the holidays. Only thing I want to stuff today is my knife into some little whore. I find little ones annoying as fuck actually. I don’t have a maternal bone in my body, which actually makes me a great accomplice if your want to force fuck and torture little ones. I would never try to save them. In fact, I would be encouraging you to do very bad things. Thanksgiving is a wonderful time to hunt too. Parents get drunk or high. They get their bellies filled with dead bird, which makes them sleepy and they neglect their little ones. Those little ones fall prey to sadistic folks like us every major holiday. What do you think? I suggest we hunt for a tender little bird, clip her wings and stuff her ass with your huge cock. If we find one young enough, it will be such a tight fit too. More than that though. Young enough, tiny enough, your cock will literally split her in two. I love a bloody bird. Once you split that young bird in two, I will gut her. Reach my hands right inside of her, pull out her entrails and for shits and giggles, I will stuff them up her ass. We could even put her in the oven, roast her to a nice golden brown then have a very special Thanksgiving dinner.
Taboo phone sex is the only kind of phone sex. I need something extreme to get off. How about you? I’m easily annoyed and driven by revenge and sick folly. Things most people would never consider, are every day thoughts to me. Like today. I saw this blonde blue eyed little angel at Dairy Queen. She was licking on a vanilla cone and all I could think about was her licking your cock. You know you would enjoy having an extremely little girl blowing your cock. Then my next image is of your bloody cock from fucking her tight little cunnie. Then I see her crying from the pain your cock is causing her butt hole as you force fuck her ass. I almost touched myself in Dairy Queen. I went to my car to lick my cone and rub my pussy thinking of all the violent and fun things we could do with such a little angel. Of course the last thing we would do with her is snuff sex. Can’t let the little cunt live to tell people about the vile ways we violated her little body , can we! I really need an accomplice phone sex partner. I know I am not alone in my dark fantasies.
Snuff phone sex is my favorite type of call especially when I get to kill little ones. I had a hot call this morning that still has my pussy wet thinking about. He was a fellow sadistic like me. I make it no secret I hate little brats. They are whiney, time consuming, self entitled, obnoxious, germy monsters. So anytime a guy calls me up to share his dark desires for snuffing out little ones, I get so wet. I am the perfect accomplice for killing little devil spawns. I snatched this little one up at the mall. So young she was still accompanied by her mother. That mommy whore was so busy on her phone taking selfies she failed to notice her little one gone. That little angel ended up in the back of a van on her way to meet my very special friend. I encouraged him to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with her. She wasn’t leaving his place alive, so why not have all the fun he could with her right? His dick in her little virgin slit made her cry for her mommy. I sat on her face while my accomplice forced his dick into her tight bloody cunnie. I tortured her little body for shits and giggles. I cut off her nipples. I sliced off her clit. I carved whore on her body. I cut a hole in her belly so my sick partner could stick his dick in her belly and watch it come out her cunt hole. She cried and screamed for a mommy who probably still didn’t know she was missing. That little cunt was a fun little torture doll. She got split in two and sliced and diced. Final fun was when I cut her eyes out so my partner could cum in her eye sockets as she bled out. Snuff sex just gets me so wet.
I enjoy exploring your taboo phone sex fantasies. I have so many myself. Some I don’t even realize I have until I do a phone call or peruse the Internet. A revenge phone sex call where my caller strangled his cheating whore wife, prompted me to look at strangulation snuff porn sites. Fuck they were hot. My pussy was a puddle of creamy wetness after watching a few videos. We all know some bitch we want to strangle right? Not a day goes by that I don’t think about strangling someone, usually some whore. The other day, it was Rita. She is the wife of a friend of mine, a guy I have known since I was a school girl. He has always been one of the few men in my life I could be my dark twisted self with, which means a lot to me.
Sunday I was over at their place for football. Rita was in bitch mode making jab after jab about my appearance and my relationship with her husband. It pissed him off too. But the icing on the cake was when she insulted his dick size in front of me. Personally, I have not seen his willy since I was a teen girl and we pissed in the woods together. It wasn’t small then, so I was sure she was just being a royal bitch. I looked at him and I could see him about to snap. He had my approval. Hell, he had my assistance if he wanted. We could alibi one another. I stood up first, bitch slapped her. The rest happened rather quickly. As he throttled her throat, I yanked her granny panties off her body and wrapped them around her throat. That was something I saw on one of those strangulation sites. I was not strong enough to strangle the cunt dead, but her husband took over the honors. I stood over her so I could watch the life go from her eyes. I told her I would take real good care of her husband right before he snuffed out the bitch. We fucked for the first time next to her warm dead body. Hottest fuck of my life.
Snuff porn Halloween? Hell yes. Always with me. I am a sadistic bitch who loves passing out candy to little whores and bastards. Nowadays, they all come trick or treating without parental supervision. Parents are so dumb. They don’t warn them of the dangers of taking candy from strangers. Last night I had some special candy reserved for a couple of the right trick or treaters. They came to me at the end of the night. I offered them fresh chocolate laced with a potent drug to render them helpless almost immediately. Puffer fish toxin. Highly toxic, immobilizes folks so you can do whatever the fuck you want to them without them screaming or squirming. They are awake, alert and can feel every bit of pain. I carried them to the basement so I could lay them down next to each other on a sheet of plastic for easy clean up. A boy and a girl. Siblings I believe. I took my knife and stabbed the little angel first. Not how you would expect either. I stabbed her cunt. Pretty much scraped about her girl parts. Her eyes welled up in tears form the excruciating pain she felt. Her brother was in tears too, feeling helpless to aid his sister. Me, I was wet as fuck. The world doesn’t need more brats to feed. As she laid there slowly dying, bleeding out, I turned my attention to her brother. Where to begin? I shoved my knife up his ass. I fucked his little boy ass until it was a bloody pulp. Then I cut off his baby dick and shoved it in his sister’s mouth. I thought it was funny. A nice Halloween trick. The puffer fish toxin was beginning to wear off , but at that point it didn’t matter. Too much blood had been shed for them to fight back. I watched them die as I masturbated. Happy Halloween to me.
Snuff sex gets me wet. Halloween is the perfect time of year to snuff out folks too, especially little ones. I inherited an old house a decade ago. It was the scene of a brutal murder in the 50s. It belonged to my grandparents. It was their tenant who killed his wife and brats then himself one Halloween night in 1956. No one wanted to live in it after that, my grandparents let it go and I when I inherited I did nothing to the place because I use it for my carnage. On Halloween and the nights prior to it, I always hide in the house to catch the local brats that break in ghost hunting and to do drugs. Last night I knew the local boys and girls would be exploring old horror stories so I rigged the house with lots of haunted delights. Once folks enter that house, they never leave. Either I kill them, or the house does. Last night a young teen couple broke in to fornicate. You would think the youth of America would know better than to fuck before marriage. Only virgins ever survive horror movies.
I watched as the two dumb love birds started to make out on a rickety wood floor with dust inches thick. Spiders and other creepy crawlies were everywhere. I started some sound effects and watched them jump up in terror. Cloaked all in black so they couldn’t see me, I charged them with a knife. I went for the little whore first. Gutted her like a pig. Her loser boyfriend fled. Did nothing to help her. I would get him next. I know that house inside and out, he was not escaping me. I took my time dismembering her tiny teen body and playing in her bloody entrails. I wanted a horrific crime scene befitting of the house’s spooky reputation. Once I had my snuff porn fun with the girl, I hunted the boy down. I heard him pleading for his life. Talking to the house I guess. I found him in the servant’s quarters down stairs with a sword through his body. He was pinned to the wall like a squashed bug. I could hear the blood dripping out of him. Clearly, I was not alone. This house was really haunted. Most folks would have run screaming, but not me. I got on my phone to look for a medium. I want to talk to my ghost accomplice.
Castration phone sex is so much fun. You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.
A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories. The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?
Taboo phone sex fantasies are what I deliver. I’m not your girl next door or your GFE. I am certainly not your victim. If you call me, you better have dark desires. I had a hot caller last week with an ex issue. Easy solution. I suggested we make a snuff porn video with her as the star. My caller was dating this woman essentially to have access to her sweet young girl. When his girlfriend was a coked up stripper, it didn’t matter what he did to her baby girl. Then suddenly she found Jesus, got a real job, cleaned up her act and thought she could be a good mother all of a sudden. She threaten to report my caller for molestation, so I suggested we kill the bitch so he could have permanent custody of the daughter. After all, he has pretty much raised her. He has been with this woman for ten years. I don’t think the daughter was too keen on her mom suddenly trying to impose limits on her either. Snuffing mom out was the perfect solution for this P man. The question became how to get rid of her.
She had a long history of drug abuse, so an overdose would be no surprise. I thought hanging would be fun. Make it look like a suicide. Even make her write a note leaving her daughter in her boyfriend’s care. There never was a daddy in the picture. She had no family. My caller arranged a meeting with his ex, but I was there. I gave her a shot of very concentrated heroin to make her compliant. Got the note, then I watched as he strung her up on a beam in her own basement. Her daughter fast asleep upstairs. She struggled, but didn’t take long to die. She peed herself. Her eyes got blood red. I could see purple veins popping on her face which turned an ugly bluish purple. It was an erotic sight for a sick bitch like me. A junkie mom dead and a P man reunited with the real love of his life, a barely teen girl. Now that is justice. What are your killer phone sex fantasies? I am a great accomplice.
Snuff porn is more fun to make than watch in my opinion. I missed my calling in life. I should have been a butcher. I am so skilled with knives. Plus, I love to cut into things. I have this male friend who recently discovered his wife was cheating on him for years. How did he find out? When his daughter needed a blood transfusion and he was not a match. Ouch. The cheating whore had a bastard brat. That realization brought him to the dark side. I egged him on of course. He wanted revenge and I knew how to make it happen. I am an excellent sleuth too. I did some research to discover the baby daddy was no other than his boss. That just added insult to injury. I suggested he get them all in the same place for an intervention. A snuff sex intervention. I am a killer therapist. I spiked their drinks so they woke up tied to the chairs facing one another. I could smell the fear. Fear is intoxicating. My friend was revenge driven. I planned to castrate the cheating boss, but first I thought it would be fun to have him force fuck his bastard spawn. I threatened to kill her if he didn’t fuck the little girl. My friend’s cheating whore wife pleaded for her daughter’s life and innocence. She was to blame for all of this. The cheating boss did as he was ordered thinking he was saving his mistress’s baby girl. I waited until his dick had ravaged her tiny little cunt to pull the Jerry Springer “You’re the Baby Daddy,” routine. He had no idea that she was his brat. My cunt was getting so wet orchestrating this macabre revenge scenario. I didn’t know who to kill first. The cheating whore wife who tried to pass off her evil spawn for several years as my friend’s little girl. The boss who fucked his top employee’s slut wife or the little spawn that was a bad memory of the affair?
Who would you have killed first? They all three died painful, bloody deaths while my friend filmed it. He got his revenge. I got a nice little snuff film to sell on the black market and two cheating whores and their bastard spawn got what they deserved. That’s what I call Karma. It is a bitch sometimes.