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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. 
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.