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I have a secluded little cabin in the woods. Think Wrong Turn with no inbred hillbillies. Just me and perhaps a few special friends with particular tastes. In the summer time, hikers go missing all the time in these woods. All sorts of dangerous cliffs, rivers with strong under currants and hungry wildlife. So when pretty little coeds go missing and they can never find the remains, it is chalked up to inexperienced hikers with possible alcohol or drug impairment. No one ever suspects cannibalism, because that shit only happens in the movies, right? If they ever discovered my collection of skulls hidden in the back yard of my cabin, well, authorities would know that is untrue.
I entertained a lovely group of folks this weekend at the cabin. Two clients and two very lovely dinner guests. Well guests may be a tad bit of an overstatement, but dinner is quite accurate. A couple paid me handsomely for my assistance in a fine dining experience. I selected two lovely girls. Young with meat on their bones. Not fat, but pleasantly plump and in good shape. Not just anyone can be dinner material. You need to look for several things to ensure a tasty meal. No hair dyes; natural boobs; good shape; muscular or even a little plump in the ass and thighs; no tattoos and under 30 for the best flavor. Female hikers are usually in good shape and very earthy which makes them perfect meals. You change a few trail markings and they literally come to you. It’s perfect.
When my clients arrived at my secluded diner, I had dinner waiting for them. I wanted them to help me in the preparation. The girls were naked, tied to stakes in the ground already washed and ready for seasoning. My clients decided they wanted to try both grilling and roasting their meat to see which tasted best. I am a fan of both actually. The husband helped me prepare my special grilled girl meat. We seasoned her with paprika, peppers and butter. When you combine the three over an open flame, you get one of the world’s greatest tastes. It’s smoky, sweet, and hot all at once. This special seasoning soaks in well on fatty skin when grilled. Insert some carrots in the pussy and ass, flip the meat so it grills evenly and dinner is served. You get use to the screams. Usually they subside once you flip the meat.
I helped his wife with the other meat for a roast. She selected a pineapple marinade which really heightens the flavor of flesh when slow roasted over an open flame. Nice apple in the mouth, an even marinade all over the body, a spit through the rump to turn the flesh evenly and patience an boom, you have a nice yummy meal. There was more meat than could be consumed for three, but I always have Tupperware for leftovers. My clients never have to worry about clean up. I carve all the meat off the bones so they can feast for days to come, then I grind the bones for fertilizer, which helps me grow the yummy veggies that compliment my special meals. I save the skulls so I know how many special meals I have hosted over the years. I have served more meals than I realized at my little mountain diner. Perhaps you would like to join me in a special meal? We can even hunt together for the perfect meal.
I have killer phone sex fantasies I love to share on calls. Many rooted in reality. I have a dark heart and little tolerance for most people and things. I am consumed by revenge fantasies. You ever just get fucking sick of some people’s bullshit? Of their apparently charmed life? When I met John, I knew he understood me; matched my dark desires. So when I arrived at a cabin in the woods at his request, I was excited to see Ella. The blonde goddess from school who tormented me every day of my school life. Married now to some wealthy doctor. Still leaching off of others. Still a fucking cunt. Still thinking her shit don’t stink. And there she was tied to the bed like a present from God.
I grabbed her forcefully by her bleach blonde locks and asked if she remembered me. When she couldn’t remember the girl she bullied for 8 fucking years, I spit in her face and got out my movie camera. Snuff porn is a cash cow nowadays. I told John to have fun with the bitch. I wanted to watch her die. I wanted to direct her demise. Snuff porn streaming of her brutal and bloody death made my pussy drip. John is the perfect accomplice for a sadist like me. Equally sick and fucked up. Plus eager to please me. He fucked her while I filmed it. I’m not talking rough anal here. I mean fucked so hard she suffered broken bones, a prolapsed ass and had her girl parts scrambled. Of course fucking a whore with a serrated blade strapped to your cock does some damage.
She screamed and convulsed and bled. Pretty sure she would remember me now. The bed she was tied to was saturated in her blood and innards, yet the cunt was still breathing. Left her there for awhile dying a painful, gruesome death while the camera rolled so I could fuck John in a heated frenzy next to her dying body. Her blood soaked into my skin like cum. Finally, I ordered her death. Not because I was feeling benevolent, but because I wanted to play in more of her blood. John started fucking her with his razor blade sharp cock as he slit her throat. Blood splattered on the wall and me. Even covered my camera. People enjoy lots of blood and gore in snuff movies, so that is what I gave them.
We played in her blood for hours celebrating the death of a career bitch. Dumped her in the tub making it look like a suicide. Her once blonde locks were stained red from the blood. John the evil genius, arranged for our playtime in a cabin belonging to the dead bitch’s hubby. When my little revenge film hits the circuit, it will look so realistic, people will wonder if it is the first real snuff film captured on camera. What are your killer fantasies?
I’m a castration junkie. I love removing worthless balls. Sometimes, I even take a little extra if you know what I mean! I’ve been schooling other sick bitches in junk removal too. You would be surprised to know just how many women out there literally have their husbands’ balls in a jar next to the bed. Personally, I think castration is the best cure for a cheating husband. No second chances. No therapy. No costly divorce that could leave a woman broke. Just cut their balls off and he will never be a cheating bastard again.
I remove junk for lots of reasons. Some ass hats are too dumb to procreate. Some guys can’t be trusted with their cock and balls. Some think they are god’s gift to women but can’t find a clit with Mapquest. Others have little pinky dicks and I’m helping them make their package look bigger by lobbing off their big hairy testicles. And other dudes are just worthless pieces of shit that don’t deserve pleasure let alone life.
I helped a woman this weekend with junk removal from the ass wipe that put a roofie in her drink last month. She heard of my reputation; hired me to extract a little old school vengeance. I agreed of course. I will remove the whole fucking package for a cocktail. She told me enough about the dude that I knew how to set him up. Met him in a bar, gave him every chance to spike my drink, then switched them when he wasn’t looking so he got the roofie. Why do guys think every chick is a dumb bitch? Well when he woke up strapped to his bed looking at his last victim and the one who just got away, he knew he was the dumb bitch.
Lilly held up the knife and I stuck a little vibe up his ass to get it hard. He was screaming and pleading and apologizing. Even said he would turn himself into the police. Guys will say anything to keep their junk, then go right back to the behavior that got them in trouble in the first place. “The best way to ensure you won’t force yourself on women again, is permanent junk removal,” I said. Lilly put the serrated blade against the base of his worthless pecker, while I had the jaws of life on his balls to bust them.
With devilish glee, I counted, “1,2, 3.” Then it was total carnage. She sliced his pecker off as I crushed his balls. There was a lot more blood than I imagined. Lilly was in awe, not grossed out one bit. She is a natural. We left him there to bleed. I shoved his cock in his mouth as a special touch. He was clearly married by the pictures adorning his wall. I just did his wife a solid. I am sure she would thank me if she was there. I likely did what she has wanted to for years.
I’m a sick bitch who loves blood. I could blow smoke up your ass and tell you I am some philanthropic bad ass who snuffs, maims and tortures to weed out the fucktards in this world, but the truth is, I love to kill and inflict pain. And, I love to make a buck. So, I will be your twisted accomplice for a simple bourbon on the rocks. Let the games begin.
I get told all the time I am going to hell. I take it as a compliment. Means I am not afraid to go into the fringes, the dark crevices of human desires. We all have sick and perverted thoughts. Just most of you let guilt or morality or common decency rule your actions. Not me. No impulse control. No censor. I am your perfect accomplice because I will push you to act on your sick fantasies. I use blackmail, torture, even threat of death to you or your loved ones if you don’t do as I want, which is really what you want too.
Take Chad for example. I hacked his computer. Guys are such easy prey for a little dirty IM. They think I am some blonde buxom goddess, start cybering with me, and boom, I’m in their computer seeing all the sick things that make them hard. Chad is a necrophilia wannabe. He wants to have sex with dead bodies. A cold corpse gets him hard. So, when we were sexting about our dark desires, I laid the bait. “I fantasize about being a corpse and getting fucked,” I typed on my computer screen. Funny, he suggested we meet. Men are so easy to manipulate.
He was a bit shocked to discover that I didn’t exactly look like my yahoo pic. When he tried to run, I showed him my big knife, and photos of some of the sick shit I pulled off his computer. “Consider me your dark angel helping you make all your dreams cum true,” I said with an devilish grin. I blind folded him and took him on a little trip to the county morgue. I have a like minded sick friend who gets me access to the cadavers after hours. It’s good to have friends in dead places! I had the perfect specimen picked out for Chad. This poor dead girl headless and without any organs. An empty vessel so to speak. I may have helped remove her guts for my own sick pleasure, but that’s for a different blog.
I removed the blindfold. Chad gasped in horror while simultaneously popping a huge boner in his pants. I held the knife to his back and made him fuck her cold dead cunt. It was fucking hot as hell because you could see his cock poking through her open cavity. Just a hollowed out skeleton; all that remained was bones and some sinew. She was ice cold; but his cock was red hot. When he came, I could see the cum decorating her rib cage, from the inside. “Aren’t you glad you met me Chad,” I inquired? “Now your twisted fantasies are a reality.” He still looked at me like I was the Antichrist before scurrying away like a scared puppy.
Face it. Maybe not now, but some time, he will be grateful he met me. You will too. I will help you by whatever means necessary act on your most sick and twisted desires. Everyone needs a dark angel on their shoulder.
Snuff porn is what gets me off. The bloodier, the better. The homemade snuff porn torture death variety is my favorite. I guess you could say that when it comes to my own snuff movies, I like to go medieval. If you are a fan of torture sex, like I am, then you know that in the Game of Thrones era death and dismemberment were extra violent, extra gruesome, extra painful, and very deadly. In other words, awesome.
I have had my eye on new neighbors. Annoying fuckers who violate every code of decency. Their lawn looks like a Griswold Christmas year round; they blare country music at all hours of the night; their junker Ford pickup truck leaves toxic fumes for days and they are meth heads so tweakers in and out 24/7. No one wants them in our little community, but no one has the balls to do anything about it. We all know I have bigger balls than an elephant. Normally, I don’t hunt or kill in my back yard, but pretty certain if I got caught, my neighbors would high five me rather than turn me in. Sometimes bitches just have to die.
These ass hats were worthy of a slow tortuous death. I was inspired by watching some vintage medieval porn with religious under tones. Decided to make the crime scene look rather frantic and religious. I walked right into their home early one morning and found them making crystal meth in the kitchen. Stupid cunt was pregnant too. High as a kite, so easy to control. Tied the bitch to her dining room table spread eagle. Took an old huge ass crucifix, fucked her cunt until her insides started to spill out. Left her breathing so she could watch me sodomize her man from Deliverance baby daddy with that same crucifix. I enjoyed torturing their worthless fuck holes. Neither had the right to procreate.
After about an hour of playtime for me, I broke out my medieval sword and beheaded them. I started with him. Blood spurted out the neck stump and his head rolled off the table with his eyes wide open. Perfect. He could watch me behead his skank ass wife, who was likely his first cousin too. Their heads ended up smacking against each other. I may have played a little soccer for shits and giggles while the blood poured from their lifeless bodies. Oh, and I may have filmed it. Turns out, I enjoy killing inbred redneck tweakers. It is very satisfying to rid the world of useless fucks. I confused the crime scene with equal parts religious fanaticism and drug war gone bad. It will be unsolvable like all my kills. It will also be coming to the world of underground 8 MM films very soon. Maybe they can repay me in death for exposing me to “Drunk on a Plane” at 3 am every morning. In hindsight, I didn’t torture them enough.
Most girls grow up idolizing singers and actresses, even athletes. Not me. I was always fascinated by serial killers. Did you know most serial killers keep souvenirs of their kills? Little trophies to help them relive the moment. Serial killers even give their trophies as gifts to loved ones or family members. Anatoly Onoprienko kept the underwear of 52 victims in the Ukraine. Ahmad Suradji killed 42 chicks in Eastern Europe and kept their saliva. Ted Bundy sometimes kept the heads of his pretty victims. Elizabeth Bathoy, a 16th century Countess linked to over 600 brutal torture sex deaths, kept some of her victims blood. And of course we all know that Jeffrey Dahmar kept the genitals of his dead dinner guests.
From body parts to jewelry to clothing, the world’s worst murderers, my heroes, have kept trophies. I’m a sadist. I don’t always kill for sexual pleasure. Sometimes it is for sport, sometimes money, sometimes opportunity, sometimes to teach a lesson, sometimes because an annoying fuck has exceeded his or her tolerance level with me. Whatever my motive at the time, my heroes have taught me to take tokens. I am not as random in my souvenir taking as I am with my killings. I love to take balls. I appreciate the twisted mind of Dahmer, so I keep them in a lobster pot on the stove, just like he did. I, however, don’t eat them. I make my female victims devour them in a sick game of “Would You Rather?” You see, if a worthless cunt has the choice between eating the testicles of a dead asshat or dying a painful death, she always selects option one. There is no integrity in that, so she dies regardless. I have spared the life of a couple bitches who stood their ground: no eating human rocky mountain oysters under any circumstance. In the face of death, folks show their true nature. Desperate people with no principles, no personal code of ethics, don’t deserve to live.
Just last week I took the balls of a stupid fuck I saw kick a dog. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I pick a fair fight. I put on some steel toed Doc Martins and kicked him in his worthless balls till he was puking up blood. “How does it feel to be kicked loser,” I asked as I channeled my inner David Beckham on his groin. Crying ass pansy. I strapped him to this old electric chair I got at a prison auction, chopped his balls off first, then his pecker which I stuffed in his mouth as I slit his throat. I pissed on the bloody stump that use to contain his tally whacker and masturbated as I squeezed his balls in my hand watching him bleed out. The next morning, I had a contract kill scheduled for a cheating whore gold digging wife. As she was chomping on his severed balls, my little trophy, in a worthless attempt to save her life, I asked her how her douche bag boyfriend’s testicles tasted. The expression on her face was priceless. Almost as good as the expression when she realized I was going to kill her anyway. “Maybe you can keep your whore legs crossed in hell, bitch,” I giggled as I stabbed her cheating cunt with a 12 inch serrated blade until she no longer twitched. I don’t usually take trophies from female victims, but it was kind of poetic justice that I had her boyfriend’s dead balls, well one ball, she ate the other one. So, I took her worthless clit. In an old cigar box on my mantle I have the ball and clit of dead stupid lovers. Who says I am not a romantic?
Babysitter phone sex is better with two evil bitches in charge. I was hired to watch two brats, both girls. Ripe, tender little morsels. I met Gray awhile back. Sick evil bitch like me. Of course we became fast friends. I texted her to come over and bring some friends, because we were going to party. I was spending the night with the brats in a swank house with a pool and full bar. If parents are stupid enough to leave me in charge of their brats, well they need a wakeup call.
Gray brought a male friend with her. He heard there were young brats around and he was down to party. He offered me some money for special play time with my charges. I would have turned the place into Neverland Ranch for free. Those brats meant nothing to me. Gray spiked their punch, while I undressed them. She decided we should film it. Tyke porn brings in the big bucks. Her friend was stroking his cock as he looked at the girls’ underdeveloped flesh. Little bumps for boobies, smooth cunnies, Bambi eyes, little bubble butts…
I made them go kiss Uncle Gene’s pecker. Even drugged, they resisted me; I brought out my knife and threatened them with it. That made them more compliant. Gray was giggling as Gene skull fucked the little twats’ mouths. When will parents learn to do back ground checks on their babysitters? I was filming it all. Gray even got a dildo out from the parent’s goody drawer to prime their little pussies for Gene’s big dick. I loved hearing their screams. But the best part was all the blood flowing from little cunnies as they got penetrated by man sized cock. Gene fucked both girls, while Gray held them down and I filmed it. Teamwork.
At one point Gray was pouring booze down their throats to stop their whining. These really were annoying little girls. “Why don’t we kill them, I suggested? As far as I was concerned, profit off them twice. Snuff porn of little ones would make a killing. No pun intended (insert giggles). Everyone’s eyes got really big. Well not everyone’s. The little girls clenched their eyes and shook their heads like they thought it was all a bad dream. While Gray’s friend was fucking a little tight pussy, I slit the slut’s throat, making her sister watch in horror as blood poured from her sibling’s body, cascading over Gene’s cock. Blood makes great lube.
The surviving sister was hysterical. I hate crying. There’s no crying in my snuff movies. So, I slit her throat and let Gene fuck her dead little body. I glanced over at Gray; she was playing with her pussy as she watch two little brats die together. Normally, I dispose of bodies well, but their negligent parents needed to be taught not to trust strangers with their brats. At least they can take comfort in the fact that their little girls are gonna be snuff film stars. Tip of the day. Don’t leave anyone you love with me or Gray. We like to do very bad things.
Castration phone sex can take on several forms. It can be fantasy or it can be real. On phone however, you have to have the balls to do it, lol! I am more than happy to encourage you, instruct you, taunt you about why you don’t deserve your worthless balls, but ultimately you have to be the one to sever your sperm bank from your body to ensure that your stupid, pathetic ass cannot reproduce. This world has enough stupid fucks running around, it certainly doesn’t need any more. I offer junk hauling services for a premium price. You have old junk or damaged junk or worthless junk or small junk, even just dirty junk, I will haul it away for a per inch rate. Sometime, regardless of your desires, I will take your junk for free because I can spot junk that has no value whatsoever and never will, a mile away.
I’ve been a junk removal expert since I was a little girl. I remember the day clearly. It was Halloween. I was dressed as a little nun. I knocked on a neighbor’s door. He invited me in because he had to go get more candy from the basement. He had me come down stairs to help him carry the bags. That was the first, and last time, anyone ever had the upper hand on me. He had his dirty old pecker out; he forced me down on it and I bit his junk like I was biting into a chocolate bar. Little girl teeth are razor sharp. Did you know that? Old Mr. Bauman certainly did not. I was like a rabid dog between his legs. I gritted down, and shook my head back and forth, never letting loose of my vice grip on his sorry old dick. His blood coated my face as I tore his dick off at the base with my little girl teeth. I was in front of him, on all fours like a dog returning a toy. I dropped it at his feet and left.
He fell to the ground, moaning, shaking, bleeding all over his basement floor. I washed my face, used his toothbrush to get rid of my bad dick breath, and went back to trick or treating. He never reported me. Of course he wouldn’t. Molesting a little girl would have put him in lock up, and we all know what happens to p men in prison. Old Mr. Bauman would never take advantage of anyone ever again. As I grew up, I encountered more Mr. Baumans. The world is filled with men who do not deserve their dicks or their balls. Sometimes losers are very self aware and hire me for my junk removal services. Other times, I am rather philanthropic, and haul it for free.
Do you enjoy sadistic babysitter phone sex stories? I got one for you! I like to place ads on Craig’s List for babysitting. You would think by now, I would no longer be shocked at how many people trust me with their little ones. Look at me? Anyone with half a brain would not leave me in charge of their brats. So every time someone hires me to watch their offspring, I think to myself, I need to teach these dumb asses a lesson. Make them think twice about hiring some Wednesday Adams looking, brooding stranger to care for their wee ones. Got to have a license to hunt, drive, own a gun… do just about anything, but they will let any ass hat be a parent.
I showed up as scheduled with evil on my mind. Sometimes a small sacrifice is necessary for the greater good. If I have to snuff a wee one out or use a little torture sex to highlight bad parenting, so be it. Some folks are just to hedonistic to be parents. Therefore, the brat is better off without them. Not minutes after the rentals left, I had little Suzy tied to the bed spread eagle, naked. She thought we were just playing some game at first. We were. Just a sick one.
Have you ever watched tentacle rape porn? Something about it as always intrigued me. All the images I have seen are usally young school girls being ripped apart by creatures with 8 or more legs. I visited my local seafood market, and purchased a shit load of live creepy, slimy squids and baby octopuses. It was easy. Just had to keep them on ice with a little bit of shallow water. Heavy as fuck, but they were the perfect accomplices to teach bad parents a lesson they would never forget.
I put a ball gag in little Suzy’s mouth and dumped those scary sea creatures on my tiny victim. She peed the bed. I could see the fear in her eyes as they started to crawl all over her tiny naked body. Tentacles molesting her flesh. It was quite a sight. Those cephalopods were horny little creatures, slipping their tentacles in and out of her young virgin fuck holes. They forced fucked her better than any grown ass man could. It was like looking at a freak show; some carnie act. Now I know why tentacle rape fantasies are so popular. Sadly for Suzy, this was no fantasy. I decided to snap a few pictures, even some video in case I could profit off her torture. I left her there. Tied her safely to the bed so she could not hurt herself or get into trouble. Not THAT bad of a babysitter. Of course I left her with my freaky accomplices.
Pretty sure when the rentals come home and find their precious baby girl being violated in all her once virgin fuck holes by slimy sea creatures, they will think twice about hiring a babysitter off of Craig’s List. Didn’t the Craig’s List Killer teach anyone about the dangers of online advertising?
Castration phone sex really excites me. You would be surprised how many men know they don’t deserve their balls. I consider myself a castration queen. I have no qualms about taking your balls on the phone or in real life. I’ve been saving the world one ball at a time for awhile now. Certain people should never be allowed to procreate. Some do not deserve the pleasure of cumming. Hell, some don’t even deserve the right to continue breathing. On occasion, some pathetic excuse for a man will hire me to castrate him and I deem him more suitable for snuff porn. Usually, any loser who wants his junk removed by someone else is so weak and wretched that they are worthy of death anyway.
Eli was one such loser. I was all prepared to take his balls. I watched some torture porn, castration videos, even looked at some hot snuff porn comics for inspiration on just how to remove his junk. I hate to be boring and just snip balls off in a nice neat fashion. The way I see it, if you want your balls removed with a surgeon’s precision, you call a doctor, not me. I’m like the back alley abortion doctor for castration! The more I researched Eli, however, the more I decided he needed a hell of lot more gone than his nut sack. He has sired 9 brats that he doesn’t pay for; been married 4 times; been collecting disability for drug addiction for years; and has several charges against him for animal abuse and domestic violence. Clearly this loser can’t pick a fair fight and his testicles are the least of his worries.When he arrived, I collected his money, strapped him to my castration chair and let him believe I was going to just give him the service for which he paid. He asked about all the plastic under the chair. I was matter of fact in my response, “I don’t want you making a mess on my carpet.” I tied up his balls tight to restrict the blood flow, strapped his cock to the board, then used my big jaws of life pliers to take his balls clear off with one motion. There was a lot of blood, which I didn’t mind, but it made him so queasy he passed out. When he woke up, he wondered why he was still strapped to my chair. “Because you are a drain on society. No one will miss you. And I want you dead,” I replied blissfully. He thought it was a joke, I read back to him his litany of offenses. “Mother Theresa would want you dead, you fucking loser,” I retorted.
I let him plead and whine for a bit on why I should spare his life because it was amusing. I channeled my inner Mrs. Voohres and chopped his head clear off with an axe. The blood was profuse. It was exciting to watch his body twitch, blood spurt from his neck stump until he finally went lifeless. I felt myself getting my angel wings for ridding the world of another dreg of society. Something I had seen if one of those snuff comics stuck with though. This image of an evil seductress like me, covered in blood, sitting naked on the head of the loser she just killed, like it was her trophy. I decided to imitate art. I sat on his head like a tyke does on one of those bouncy balls, rubbed my pussy on his dead head while holding his lifeless pecker and celebrated another dead loser. Perhaps I could mount his head to the wall like a deer?
Be careful what you ask for with me because you might just get it.