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Snuff porn makes my cunt wet. I will lay on my floor all day long playing with my pussy watching snuff porn vids I made. I will even masturbate to the work of other sadistic filmmakers. My favorite ones have a stupid cunt being tortured before ultimately being snuffed out. The bloodier the better. You see, I have no tolerance for stupid sluts. Gold diggers, mean girls, cock teases, spoiled princesses, slut wives, crack whores, home wreckers, animal abusers, drama queens, bullies, self entitled cunts… Most women. There is just something so intoxicating about hearing some whore who treated you like shit beg for her life. Screams, tears, pleas, begging are foreplay for a sick bitch like me.
I remember my first kill. I was just a school girl myself. It was very impulsive. I was at summer camp and this teen twat was taunting me. Pretty much had been bullying me for weeks because of my Goth look. We were in the mess hall on pots and pans duty, when I picked up a big ass knife and jabbed her in the gut 82 times. I had pent up aggression clearly. In a moment of panic, I tied her up, sodomized her ass with a rolling pin and tossed her in the industrial dryer so as to look like a random sex crime. The case was never solved. No one even looked at me as a suspect even though I was the last to see her alive. It was really easy. Too easy. I got wet anytime anyone spoke of the random, senseless crime committed against the school sweetheart. The school’s sweetheart was an insecure, mean twat who got what was coming to her. Sadly, I was too young and impulsive to have filmed her death. It was epic.
Now, when I snuff someone out, I film it. Sometimes I make snuff movies for fun, sometimes I have been paid to do it, other times it just because I was in the right place at the wrong time for some cunt or asshat or I was just a lucky accomplice. Think about it. The world needs people like me. I’m an equalizer. I get rid of the bad, so the world is a better place. We all have encountered someone who deserves to be snuffed out. Killing is actually very therapeutic. I look at as a creative and healthy way to deal with stress. Who can I eradicate for you?
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If you research snuff porn on the Internet, all sources will tell you that snuff films are urban legend. According to the FBI and various other law enforcement officials, snuff porn flicks, however realistic, are just staged films catered to the sexual desires of the more twisted and perverse individual. Obviously, these so called law enforcement agencies have never been in possession of one of my little killer films. I don’t have time for staging, or for finding folks who can scream and cry so realistically. I make the real deal. Usually for my own viewing pleasure, but I do have a dozen or so little gems that I was contracted to make for an individual with what I politely call relationship issues.
Recently, I was approached by a guy familiar with my work. He wanted me to film a little snuff ass rape porn of him and a young girl, his step daughter actually. According to him, she is creating problems with his wife, and well, the little bitch needs to go; so why not have a little fun with the troublesome whore before making her disappear permanently. Personally, I don’t care what your reason is, if the money is good, I will be your accomplice to anything but killing puppies. I put together a little montage of my work to show him there are a 101 ways to snuff a bitch.
He decided on fucking her ass while choking the life out of her. A little anal torture and stangulation sex is a good way to get rid of any nuisance. Not as bloody as like my films, but it’s your kill, I am just the filmmaker. He drugged his bitchy teen step daughter, brought her to my studio, and we had some fun with her. She screamed, cried, yelled, pleaded, begged as he force fucked her ass with everything but the kitchen sink. Promised to be a good girl. In my experience, they all promise that, but once you grant them a reprieve, the annoying shits are right back to their mischievous ways in no time. Best to just eradicate the problem permanently. I had to assist him with follow through; but when you contract for a Venus Production, you get that. I will finish what you started if you suddenly misplace your testicles; or just force your compliance.
He pounded his stepdaughter’s tight virgin ass hole while slamming her head down and choking the life out of her, but he got a little hesitant about killing her so I reminded him I had his face on film. I could edit that part out, or leave it in and send it to his wife. Funny, that little encouragement is all he needed to crush her windpipe. As she laid their struggling to breathe, blood filling up in her lungs, cum running out her ass, I caught her last moments on film. It’s artistic actually. I assured him his fee included proper disposal of the remains. I really show my film making skills and my sick bitch side during the disposal stage. I dismembered her body. Took her pretty head off first, then sawed off her extremities . Gutted her, removed her organs and played in her entrails. Pretty smart on my part because now I had two types of popular snuff films to market.
I make all kinds of snuff movies. From the basic force fuck variety to the bloody kill kind. So if you have rape fantasies or torture on your mind, a Venus Production can film the perfect snuff movie for your situation. With me, you get the kill of your wet dreams.
I’m a butcher babe with quite a reputation, even a fan following in the snuff porn world. I made a dark underground film a few years back called Butcher Babe’s Bloody Harem. I’m not exactly Eli Roth or Rob Zombie. I don’t use a script or actors. If you were to look at my snuff porn galleries, you would see a very realistic quality to my work. That’s because my actors are victims. Just stupid whores in the wrong place at the right time for me.
As I was looking at some stills from my kills, I got wet. I needed to make another killer dark film. I cannot begin to explain the joy of duping wannabe actresses and actors into thinking they are making a little indie horror film, to have them die on camera. The look of horror on their faces when they realize I specialize in snuff pictures not horror films is priceless. I got myself jonesing to make another film, so I went trolling for a starlet. I found a young teen hitchhiker. They are the best. Always desperate for money and stupid as fuck. I asked her if she wanted to make some fast cash doing a snuff fantasy porn. I assured her it was all smoke and mirrors, just special effects. Asked her if she had ever seen the film 8MM. Explained it’s all fake like that movie. I think for the $500 I offered her, she would have let me gut her like a pig. Poor thing acted like it was so much money. Guess to a strung out runaway teen no one would miss, it was a lot of money.
I took her to my cabin in the woods where I have two underground gore porn directors who assist me from time to time in my film endeavors. Gave her cash, which I would of course get back once she was dead; then I doused her in fake blood while my two hung accomplices force fucked her. She was such a skank. She let them fuck her ass, skull fuck her, cover her in jizz without protection, all for $500 cash. I let the boys have some fun with her first, then I went up to her as she was hanging from the metal beam acting like I was going to cut her down and stuck a shank in her belly instead. A shank for a skank. That might be the title of the film. The look of surprise on her face as I twisted that sharp blade into her gut made my cunt drip. When I pulled it out, her entrails spilled onto the floor. So much blood and viscera poured out of her limp body. I was stepping in her entrails. This was going to make for another great little film.
My henchmen disposed of her body in the wood chipper out back, while I looked over the film and began to think of all the ways I was gonna spend my money. This film was better than my first. Maybe we could make snuff movies together? Killing is always more fun with an accomplice.
This is my favorite time of the year. Why? Because it’s BBQ season. I spend the winter capturing fine specimens that I cage and feed, so I may feast on them in May, national BBQ month. You have not had truly down home cooking until you have attended one of my backyard barbecues, which I have daily in May for very special guests. I serve only the finest meat around. The key to a good barbecue is preparation and patience. I have many recipes and I like to share my secrets.
On today’s menu. Pineapple Penny Pig Roast. First, you need a stupid drunk coed who can’t find her way home. Luckily, they are everywhere. Then you need to have a doctor check her out, make sure she is healthy, in good shape, free from disease. More often than not you will need to fatten her up. Why do young girls think they can live on carrots and beer? I am fond of high caloric protein shakes daily for months. Can easily add 25 yummy pounds to any pig. A key component to preparation is restoring the body back to its natural state. Cut out silicon breasts. Remove the chemicals and dyes from hair. Bathe pig daily in a sugar scrub to sweeten and soften her skin. Takes time to prepare a pig for a BBQ, so be patient.
A few days before the BBQ, the entire pig must be marinated or brined or certain parts will taste rather bland. I am particularly fond of brining. A nice apple cider brine enhances pork’s natural flavor. To add even more flavor, you can add an abundance of herbs, onions, pineapple, oranges even hot peppers to the brine solution. I brine my pigs for at least 24 hour. My entire house smells delicious right now. I spent last night injecting the thickest parts of Penny’s meat like the rump and the thighs with my brine solution to insure my guests get flavored meat on more than just the surface cuts. Even the deepest cuts of flesh will taste yummy if you follow my suggestions. Some guests just love to devour flavor infused internal organs, so do not just baste the outside. Make sure you inject the brine or marinade into the thickest parts of meat for the best all around flavoring.
I take pride in my BBQ meat. I don’t just slap some meat on a stick and call it a day. Once my piggy is brined or marinated well, I pay careful attention to trussing. Proper trussing of the pig to the rotisserie spit is the key to perfectly cooked meat. My pigs are fairly large, so the spit needs to go between the thighs, along the inside of the body, just under the spine and out through the mouth. Since the spit is not impaling the meat down the center, it is not necessarily secured to the spit. To prevent flesh from falling off the bone into the fire, heavy duty kitchen twine can be used to secure the spine to the spit about every 6 inches along the length of the meat. The hips, thighs and legs should be trussed securely to hold them tight against each other and the spit. Repeat this procedure for the head and shoulders. Wiggle room in your pig is bad. You want the body to be one with the spit, so when turning it over the open flame, all the flesh cooks evenly.
You cannot rush the cooking of your pig. I am fond of an open fire pit, about 250 degrees, slowly turning for about 24 hours so the skin does not burn or become too tough to chew. For the best results, your pig should be alive while turning her on the rotisserie spit. It’s bonus for you to hear the life cooked out of your pig. Nothing gets me wetter than hearing flesh crackle. and spit while the pig screams in pain. Once your pig is cooked, served it up with some beans and corn bread and you have yourself a yummy backyard BBQ.
Are you a fan of fresh BBQ? Perhaps we can exchange recipes, tricks of the trade, hunting tips…. Maybe we can even have a pig roast together? I find cooking together a sexy bonding experience.
My boyfriend and I have found a new venue for picking out victims: FetLife. All sorts of stupid cunts on that site who don’t realize it isn’t 50 Shades of Grey, but hardcore BDSM. John met October in a chat room for girls with a teen rape porn fantasy . She wanted to be force fucked. Well, John showed me the picture she sent him with her nipple clamps, being suspended in the air. “That’s our next victim,” I said with delight. A dark beauty who is submissive. She was going to be fun. October had no clue what was in store for her when she agreed to meet John.
I stayed hidden for awhile, watching her flirt with my man. I don’t get jealous. He has no use for a subby fuck slut other than to torture her for my pleasure. That man adores me. I listened bored as she rambled about daddy issues. Cry baby and a stupid cunt. It was clear she was going to back out of the rape fantasy they had planned. The whore was looking for someone to love her, not attack her. Well, we were going to love force fucking and hurting her; that should account for something.
As soon as I made my presence known, the bitch tried to run. Fucking beanpole I could snap in two. What the fuck was October thinking? John grabbed her by her stringy hair, while I slapped a spider gag in her mouth. John forced fucked her pretty little mouth. I even put on my strap-on so I could skull fuck the stupid whore too. We both assaulted her mouth until she was puking. I loved watching her puke up John’s cum at first, but then I got annoyed with the bitch. I mean he has great spunk. You don’t let his seed go to waste. Her rejection of his cum pissed me off, so I grabbed a lock of her hair, shoved her face down on the ground, and made her lick it up. I even pissed on the floor for shits and giggles so she could lick that up too.
October reeked of piss and vomit, so I pulled her into the shower to clean the fuck pig up. Can’t conduct a teen rape fantasy smelling like a pig. I tossed her in the basement shower we use to clean up blood and dismember bodies. She was crying, sobbing, pleading to be released. “Bitch, be careful what you ask for, you just might get it,” I snapped at her, right before I sodomized her with the shower massage. That was fun. I crammed that big shower head up her tight little pink asshole. By the time I was done anally torturing the stupid cunt, I could shove my fist up her ass and yank out her innards. Hosed her down head to toe. The way I assaulted her with that shower massage, gave new meaning to the term squeaky clean!
I dragged her back into the living room, tossed her on the floor and told John to give the whore the fantasy she wanted. I masturbated as he force fucked all of the stupid cunt’s holes. When he made her all dirty and bloody, I put on my strap-on and shredded her ass some more. I used my special dildo. The one with spikes. Tore her little teen cunnie up. As she lie bleeding and crying on the floor, I yelled, “Still have rape fantasies whore.” I laughed so hard. October thought she could meet a nice man online by acting like she wanted to be sexually assaulted. I don’t think Christian Grey trolls the rape fantasy rooms on FetLife. She was in the wrong place for a sugar daddy.
Clearly, we couldn’t let the bitch live. I toyed with letting her linger barely alive for days, or snuffing her out quickly and moving on to the next stupid whore. We agreed that October had some value as a cum dumpster. We took her into the bathroom to clean her up again. As John was pissing down her throat, she tried to bite his cock. Not that she could have done any damage with that spider gag in her mouth, but the fact that she even attempted to harm him, pissed me off royally. I’m like the Hulk. You won’t like me when I’m mad. I hog tied her and tossed her in the tub. John and I fucked as we watched the whore drown. She flailed about like a fish out of water for a bit, until she took her final annoying breath. Stupid cunt clearly bit off more than she could chew.
I have a special friend, John. He gets me. Understands my needs; my love for sexual torture. He invited me up to his cabin for the weekend for a romantic getaway. When I arrived, he had a surprise for me. A fuck nugget he picked up along the road. Just a stupid little cunt hitch hiker who would never be missed. She was tied up naked on the floor in front of the fireplace wrapped in a red bow. The perfect present. “Check out the basement, my love,” he cooed to me. What was in the basement was beyond my wettest dream. An old fashioned torture chamber. I got wet looking at all the instruments at my disposal to sexually torture this twat.
I grabbed an old fashioned cattle prod to start the fun. I was giddy like a school girl when I zapped her ass with it for the first time. She fell forward, pissed the floor and started crying. “This is soooooo fun,” I said with glee to John as I shoved it up her cunt this time. Watching her twitch and convulse really turned me on. I let John play with it too. Torturing a worthless whore is a relationship bonding experience. We shocked her so much, I could smell her burning flesh. Nothing better than the smell of burnt cunt lips. Well maybe the smell of a once pink asshole! I even used the prod on her tits. Pretty much seared her nipples clear off. I fed them to her for shits and giggles.
While she laid in a pool of her own piss and vomit, I fucked John’s brains out. The sight of her curled up in fetal position, soaking in her own waste, crying, smelling like a pig roast, made me horny. But getting pumped full of cum, just made me want to hurt her more. Hurt her dead. I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her burnt carcass down the basement steps, and tossed her on the rack. John purchased all this medieval torture stuff to give me a sexual torture chamber. Now that is love. I tied her to the rack and started cranking it, slowly. Her screams made me orgasmic. Hearing and seeing the flesh pull, bones snap, blood spurt… was intoxicating. John bent me over the rack and fucked me from behind as her limbs snapped like twigs. Legs severed, arms severed, head popped right off her body. We were getting doused in her blood as we fucked. Do you have any fucking clue how hot that is?
I went too fast with her. I get impulsive sometimes. I like to torture for days not hours, but I was just like a fat brat in a candy store, no impulse control. There’s still so much more for me to try out in my torture chamber. John assured me he would go snag me up another victim after dinner. Couples who slay together, stay together. If you are not as lucky to have an accomplice in your life as I am, let me be your sadistic bitch helper. Death and dismemberment is a dish best served for two.
Torture Sex makes me wet. Ever since I was a young girl watching slasher and horror films I knew that I would never be a Nicolas Sparks kind of chick. In fact, his movies, like “The Notebook,” make me homicidal. I lost a bet when that movie came out. I was just a teen school girl then, a goth girl with few friends, much like today. After the movie, I wanted to punch kittens and stuff, but I like animals way too much, so I took my aggression out on some pussy instead. There was this insipid girl sitting behind me in the theater. Perfect hair; perfect nails; perfect boyfriend; perfect bitch.
I followed her after the show, until I knew she was alone. Drugged her with some chloroform, dragged her back to my place, threw her in the basement and waited for her to wake up to play. I had her naked on a table, bright lights blinding her. I had my own private torture chamber. I still do, just now it has grown, become even a darker, more twisted place. I affixed mouse traps to her pussy lips and pulled them as far to the side as I could. I had fun sticking hat pins in her clit; fucking her with metal rods; burning her cunt with cigarettes…. The best was jabbing her uterus with an ice pick. To say it made me hot to ruin her girl parts would be a gross understatement. I was wet, but I wanted to get off harder. I put a chain around her neck and rigged it so there would be a chain hook attached to her worthless pussy too.As I hoisted her in the air, the chain pulled and tugged at her clit, eventually yanked it right off. Blood spurted from a hole that was once associated with pleasure. Her screams, her tears, her blood got me so wet that I had to touch myself. I came so hard knowing I had mutilated her junk. The more she pleaded and begged and asked why, the harder I rubbed myself. I even squirted on her. When I let her down, her pussy was so mangled it looked like raw hamburger meat. I wore a mask and with the lights, I knew she could never identify me. I resisted the urge to snuff her out. I left her alone on the table sobbing in pain and fear for a few minutes. I returned with my sewing kit and a rat. Her pussy was gaping open so I shoved the rat deep inside her, then stitched her worthless cunt up so the rodent would gnaw and scratch its way out.
I tossed her naked, tortured body along the highway then went home to do my schoolwork. The next day I got off again reading about the random act of violence against a local socialite in the newspaper. This was my first foray into torture sex, but certainly not my last. Bonus, now every time someone mentions that awful movie “The Notebook”, I get wet remembering my first torture sex. Not enough to make me endure it again, however.
My protégé Amy, the young daughter of my favorite sadistic accomplice, called me in a panic. She was babysitting and something went awry. When I arrived to the house she was at, it looked like the home of the Devil’s rejects. Blood splattered on the walls, even the ceiling. I could smell the carnage and it made me wet. “Amy dear, what happened, I inquired?” As she explained it, mommy and daddy came home early and caught her having naughty fun with the brats in her charge. Guess the parents got their panties in a bunch over a little knife play on young flesh. Amy went all Lizzie Borden on the family out of fear. She is young still. I’m training her to kill with less emotion. As I assessed the situation, I realized there was quite a bit of clean up necessary. Four bodies were still twitching, barely alive, but alive none the less.
The little ones just required some face sitting to snuff them out. They suffocate so easily at that young age. I put mom in the bathtub. Stripped her naked, then assaulted her fuck holes. I could say it was to make it look like an intruder had force fucked her then killed the family, but really it was just for fun. I fisted her pussy, while Amy shoved a baseball bat up her ass. We didn’t finish her off until we had a little fun with her pretentious worthless holes. One sharp stab in the gut with my knife, and the cunt bled out in the tub. I let Amy finish off Daddy. Suggested she castrate him first. She sliced off all his man parts. I was so proud if her when she tossed his junk out back so the coyotes could feast. She slit his throat, masturbated as she watched the blood spurt from his jugular.
Finishing off the picture perfect family was easy. Staging the house to look like some random act of violence was more difficult, but a perfect chance to school my young disciple in the finer details of killing. My method of madness is to stage a home like a frenzied killer looking for drug money or something similar broke in the house. The random senseless acts of violence are rarely solved. I am the perfect killing machine. Methodical, emotionless, creative and intelligent. Amy is in good hands. No one will ever know either of us were there. It turned out to be a fun night. Sometimes the best fun is unexpected. I always enjoy killing more with an accomplice.
I have a pig for sale. It never ceases to amaze me how many worthless fuck pigs turn over their entire lives to me. Just a flat, “do with me what you want mistress for I am a worthless pig.” Yes you are a worthless pig, and you bet your pathetic ass I will auction you off to the highest bidder for whatever twisted, perverted thing I want. I could auction you off to be tortured, to be snuffed out, to be castrated, or to just serve as a slave, fuck or house.
I was on the fence for this particular pig. So, I ran an ad just seeing what kind of hits I would get. I got offered $10,000 by a chick who recognized him as the ex boyfriend who gave her an STD. She wanted to castrate his disease ridden cock, take away his manhood so he couldn’t infect any more girls. I am a greedy bitch, but I told her she could take his junk for free. I can sell him without his man bits to be snuffed out or used as a slave. I have no allegiance to stupid fuck pigs with a death wish anyway. But I do like to help a bitch out, especially when it’s all about revenge.
She was salivating when she saw him in his cage. We taunted him like a monkey in the zoo. Rattled his cage. He was blindfolded, but he recognized her voice. Shit himself too, just like a dirty animal. I pulled him out of his cage, made him clean up his mess, then forced him in the castration chair. It’s this little device I made which has a wood plank for a worthless pecker to be stretched out on, and straps for the arms and ankles. He tried to back out. Pleaded to keep his nasty dick. I have a strict no refunds no exchanges policy. You pay me to do whatever I want to you, fuck your cold feet.
I pulled his pecker to elongate it as much as I could considering its diminutive size. I nailed his balls to the chair too. I gave his disgruntled ex my big knife, but the bitch had a change of heart. WTF? I hate pussies. I yanked the knife out her hand, stabbed her in her worthless cunt repeatedly. Left the bitch alive but bleeding profusely; pretty sure she wouldn’t reproduce ever. The world needs less pussies. I then took the knife dripping in her pussy blood and took her ex’s dick right off. Didn’t go slow, didn’t numb him, just pulled his worthless balls out, twisted them into a knot, then a swift whack and his junk was gone. I then shoved his disease ridden worthless pecker in his wimp of an ex girlfriend’s mouth. “Suck on that bitch. Teach you to back out on a deal with me,” I yelled at her
Nothing went as planned, but at least I ensured two pansy ass stupid fucks who can’t follow through will never reproduce. Need a license to do just about anything in this world, but any fucking moron can reproduce. Well two less fucking morons can reproduce now.
I get asked all the time about my ideal victim. I am rather steadfast in my assertion that I have no type other than a person who has annoyed the crap out of me in some fashion. Age, race, gender… don’t matter to me because worthless fucks come in all shapes and sizes. Self entitled assholes, stupid fucks, whinny brats, needy bitches, small dick losers, are everywhere. But putting all that aside, the type I fantasize about butchering the most is the American Bimbo. Vacuous, attention seeking, drama filled, gold digging, bed hopping, Botox injecting, fake looking whores who give real women a bad reputation.
I have zero tolerance for fake ass stupid bitches. When I see them at the mall shopping on some sugar daddy’s dime, or teetering drunk on stripper heels at some club, or using their plastic parts to get what they want, I’m consumed with sadistic ideas on how to dismember and torture them. I want to inflict insurmountable agony to their fake bodies. I have murderous visions of sawing off big bogus titties and feeding them to a pack of wild dogs. Using pliers to snap off dragon lady finger nails. Peeling the fake tanned skin from their bodies. Violating their bubble butts with a blow torch. Pulling the bleach blonde hair from their heads by the root. Sewing up their whore cunts so they cannot breed brats they can’t feed. Cutting out their tongues so they cannot ask stupid questions or lie. Yanking the ring from their worthless belly buttons with my teeth. My pussy drips at the thought of ridding the world of these dim-witted piranhas.
On second thought, maybe I do have a type. Who wants to hunt with me?