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Snuff Porn for Profit is a Lucrative Business

snuff pornDo you watch snuff porn? You may have seen some of my work on the dark net if you like real snuff films. You know, the 8 MM kind where there is only one print in copy and the star of the film has never been seen again? Last year, I started making snuff flicks for profit. Before then, all my snuff films were private. I made them for my own spank bank. Some serial killers take a memento from their victim like a lock of hair or a piece of jewelry. I make a video of the kill.

Although I love my private killer collection, I like the money men pay me to make snuff movies for them. The last one I made got messy too. This collector wanted blood and guts. He wanted that 80s slasher film feel. And I gave it to him. He paid extra for a certain victim. Most of my clients do not care who the victim is. They tell me a woman who looks like their ex-wife or a girl who resembles their daughter, and some just say a teen whore or something like that.

I Love Making Snuff Flicks for Profit

Not this guy. He wanted his stepdaughter. I charged him three times the normal amount, but he could afford it. Billionaire man who succumbed to his teen stepdaughter’s cock teasing. Now, she is knocked up and blackmailing him which would bring his billionaire empire crashing down if anyone found out what he did. His stepdaughter is a schemer. She plotted all this to get a slice of his pie before he dies.

I will admit, she was hard to lure away, but I got her. And she woke up in my dungeon, tied spread eagle, naked and afraid. Her dear old stepdaddy watched as I gutted her like a pig. I made the movie like a surgical torture sex film. I cut her upon while still awake. She passed out from the shock, but I brought her back to life so she could watch as I pulled out each organ.

Eventually, she bled out. But she watched as I pulled every organ from her body and laid it delicately next to her. Her heartbeat until I pulled it out of her chest. I held her heart in my hand until it took its last beat. My client was very happy to know that she faked the pregnancy. But he was even happier about our little snuff flick.

Castration Phone Sex is What I Want More of in 2024

castration phone sexI made a New Year’s resolution for more castration phone sex. Although I whacked off over 200 worthless balls last year, I want to double that number this year. Plus, I want to chop off a few dicks too. I like a mixture of willing men and less willing men. Will you volunteer for me to castrate you, or will I need to take your junk by force? Honestly, I am game either way.

I placed a few ads on the dark net looking for prey. Although this guy thought we were on a date, I was just prepping him for a good junk removal session. If I plan to take your junk, I deem you unworthy to fuck already. Not to say I have not castrated a few men who tried to cuddle me after sex. Castration has been an afterthought many times.

I Will Take Your Junk for Shits and Giggles

However, with Tony, I planned his castration. The loser posted a video of him slaughtering a cat. Pick a fair fight loser. It does not make you a man to kill and torture something that cannot fight back. Just makes you a bully with a pin dick. Although I love torture sex, I pick a fair fight always. I enjoy the challenge of fighting a man bigger than me. Although Tony appeared bigger and stronger than me, I knew I was smarter, Way smarter. That is why I always win any battle.

Tony got dunk which is what I wanted. Liquor dulls your pain and makes you easier to subdue. I tied him to his bed. Although I did not have my castration chair, I did bring everything I needed. Including a mason jar to preserve his balls. He never saw it coming until his balls were in my hand. Silly boy thought he was getting a blow job.

Instead, a sadistic phone sex bitch took his junk. He bled heavily for a while until I heated up a cast-iron skillet to cauterize the wound. I left his cock. And I made sure he knew if I ever caught wind of him hurting an animal again, I would take his cock too. He knew I meant business because as I placed his severed balls into a mason jar, I wrote his name and address on the jar.

Snuff Phone Sex is What I Need More of in 2024

snuff phone sexMy resolution this year? More snuff phone sex. What dark resolution did you make? Although I do not make going out on New Year’s Eve a habit, when I do, I always kill. I show restraint 351 days of the year. But in my defense, the idiots come out on New Year’s Eve. And they were out in droves last night.

I stepped into my favorite Goth bar. Although I knew several folks there, most of the folks in my bar appeared to be strangers. And they likely had no clue they were in a Goth bar either. One guy walked up to me with a cheesy pick-up line. I am not a pickup girl. Cheesy lines never work on me. I do not go to a bar to pick up dudes. However, I do go to bars to rid the world of players, douche bags and predators.

And all three were crammed into my local Goth bar last night. Well, I turned a few of them into snuff porn stars. The guy who hit on me died first. I gave him three warnings to back off me. But he thought it was some sort of game. Not me. I am not a game player. After the third attempt, he resorted to spiking my drink. I have eyes in the back of my head. Nothing gets past me.

More Snuff Deaths in 2024

So, I pretended to play his game. I acted like a drunk Goth girl and let him take me home. But instead of fucking me, I fucked him. I fucked him literally with a homemade strapon. I glued shards of glass to the dildo so that when I fucked him, I shredded his asshole. But I also fucked him metaphorically because I killed him. Of course, I tortured him first. He deserved it. He got lots of cock and ball torture before I severed his artery and let him bleed out.

I enjoy making men regret hitting on me. But the pain I inflict is what I enjoy most. A man’s suffering makes my pussy wet. But then anyone’s suffering turns me on. More torture sex for 2024. Death and torture are my biggest aphrodisiacs.

Knife Play Phone Sex Competition Challenges Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex holds a special place in my heart. I love my massive knife collection. Since I was a young girl, I’ve had a fascination with sharp objects. Most of my collection I inherited from my grandfather. I was his protégé. And his DNA pounds through my veins. I know he is proud of me.

 In fact, I was the sole heir when he died. He bequeathed me all his torture equipment, knifes, his kill shack and several decades of kill diaries. My grandpa might have been one of the most prolific serial killers never to be caught. He never got apprehended because no one knew who he was or what he was doing. Police never connected the dots, so they never knew a serial killer existed.

However, I am out to break his killer phone sex record. And I know I can do it because I am not even 40 yet and I am more than halfway at his final kill tally. Many more years for me to break his record. And my end of the year killing spree will tip me closer to my grandpa’s kill number. This time of year brings out my rage. But I am not an impulse killer. Not anymore. Impulsivity lands you in jail. My grandpa covered up my schoolgirl impulse kill. And he took me under his wing. He saw something in me. He saw himself in me.

I Can Teach You to Kill Like Grandpa Taught Me

I’ve been killing undetected ever since. Last night, I gutted a few more to add to my kill list. This tool of a man who cut me off on the road and almost caused an accident to flip me off when I honked my horn. And a teenage brat hitch hiking. It felt like my lucky night. Back to back murders. Bloody, gory kills too. The man lost his junk before I gutted him like a pig and fed him to the bears. The girl I picked up annoyed me so much with the way she talked, I killed her too.

The teenage whore wanted money from me to eat her pussy. I picked her up to kill her not to fuck her. Now if you had been with me, she could have been your teen rape porn star before I gutted her like a pig too. Two kills for the books. Many more to go if I am going to beat my grandpa’s kill record. I can do it.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Intensify Over the Holidays

rape phone sex fantasiesI bet you have rape phone sex fantasies after seeing some cute young family members this holiday season. And that is why I am here. To spread some holiday cheer. However, my holiday cheer is violent. And bloody. Very warped too. But that is who I am. A violent, warped woman who enjoys bloody sex. A gore whore, I guess lol.

My neighbor is a sick individual like me. We bounded last year when he accidentally killed a whore and panicked. Now, he is my accomplice and apprentice. He has honed his skills under me. And I have turned him into a killer machine too. But he can still act impulsively. Although I have shared all my snuff sex knowledge with him, when he sees a cute young girl, he struggles with restraint. I bet you can relate to that.

Tis the Time of the Year to Fuck Young Sluts

He came over late last night with a half dead brat. He fucked her almost to death. The problem was she is his niece. Or was his niece. He got high and horny and just could not handle any more cock teasing from her. I helped him finish her off. And I helped him get rid of the evidence. I mean he will have to deal with his brother. But I can provide an alibi. Maybe the brother will believe that she ran away. But a girl that young rarely runs away. However, that is not my problem.

He needs to learn to fuck a surrogate. I have told him that a million times over. But like most men, he thinks with his cock when he is near cute young things. Even though this was too close to home for me, I had to help him. Perhaps, I should have killed him, but he is still learning how to be a good accomplice phone sex partner and a stone-cold killer like me.

He fucked her a few more times because when I get rid of bodies that means they will never be found for dna to even matter. After he fucked her ass for the last time, she was pretty much lifeless. I smothered her with my pussy, then we drove her dead body to my cabin the woods and fed her to the animals. My kill shack holds so many secrets. But no evidence is ever found because the wild animals will never share my dirty secrets. Just like I will never share yours.

Violent Phone Sex Christmas: The 12 Deaths of Christmas

violent phone sexTis the season for violent phone sex. Silent night deadly night. Now, that is my kind of Christmas. I enjoy a bloody Christmas. This woman is not very much into traditional holidays and such. But I have my own traditions. Like the 12 deaths of Christmas. I’ve been busy too. So many folks to kill before Christmas day. However, I do have an accomplice this year which helps up the body count.

My recluse neighbor turned out to be a pervert. But he just needed my assistance and my tutelage to survive undetected. I helped him hone his skills better. And I taught him all about surrogates. Surrogates are the key. Just find a girl in a different county that resembles the cock teas in your neighborhood and explore your rape phone sex fantasies with the look-a-like.

Last night, I suggested we take the daughter of this one asshole I met recently. Random road rage scenario, but I had his license plate and my pals on the dark net were able to find out where he lives and works. You can find out a lot about a person when you hack the DMV. But when I learned of the cute blonde daughter my road rager had living at home, I thought my neighbor would want to accompany me. And I was right.

I Love an Accomplice for My 12 Deaths of Christmas Rampage

This time of year, crime is up. The key would be to make this home invasion look like a burglary gone wrong. I took care of daddy while my neighbor took care of sleeping beauty. That was the plan. My friend appeared disappointed that her pussy was not as tight as he had hoped. Someone popped her cherry already. At her age, no doubt her own daddy did the damage. Not that he did not enjoy fucking her. She still has tighter holes than any woman his age. But he does enjoy popping cherries and making them hurt.

However, upon the news that the young angel in the house was not a virgin, I devised a different plan. I made it look like daddy fucked his baby girl one last time for a murder suicide. I found his stash of brat porn he made with his own daughter. No clue why this asshole almost ran me off the road. Usually, men fucking such tight young holes seem less angry. Did you know that within an hour of death, a man can still produce sperm?  No, I did not fuck his corpse. I would not let a jack ass like that near my box dead or alive.

I Can Make a Dead Man Cum

But I did manipulate his prostate with dildo I found in his nightstand. He came, and I had sperm for the tiny victim’s used up cunnie. I typed a suicide note on his computer with a naked picture of his young daughter as his screen saver. This dude was stupid. He kept brat porn of his daughter on his computer. He deserved to die. The girl? Well, we put an end to her suffering while having some fun with her holes. Turns out a dead used bitch has tighter holes than the breathing brats. Sex with dead bodies can be so much fun with the right accomplice.

Another two deaths in the book. Nine days left. Who wants to join me next?

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Intensify Over the Holidays

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies intensify over the holidays. Although I am filled with rage most days, I do tend to become more violent over all the fucktards who want to ruin my Christmas spirit. Despite my persona I am not Grinch at Christmas time. I have almost as much Christmas spirit as a normal person does.

Okay maybe not even as close as the normal person. But I have some holiday cheer. And there are too many people who enjoy ruining the holiday spirit for me and others. Even brats can suck the Christmas spirit out of anyone. I went to the mall the other day not to kill anyone. I was not hunting my next prey. But I found my next prey, nonetheless. You would have enjoyed being with me. I know you likely would love to kill some spoiled brat and explore your rape phone sex fantasies.

I saw this young teen girl milking men for money with fabrications at the mall. This was not some poor girl like she was telling men. Begging for money to get something to eat like she was some homeless person. I saw this cunt get dropped off in a BMW SUV. Then I watched her ditch her high-end designer clothes and put on something more basic. A young scammer does not deserve to live. Don’t you agree.

Tis the Season To Kill and Force Fuck Brats

The brat was not even out of high school yet. And likely no where close to graduating. But already milking men for money. I offered her $500 to come with me for a modeling shoot. And I showed compassion and belief in her sob story. I gave her the money in my car. But I got it back though. We drove to my kill shack where she thought she would get her photo taken. Instead, I punched her in her face, and tied her up.

Where to begin with this tender piece of fuck meat? Taking advantage of people’s compassion during the holidays is sinful. Money is tight for many folks, and here was some rich princess pretending she was homeless for money. I stabbed her in her bellybutton a few times just to watch her bleed. I used a lot of force and ended up pinning her to the floor with the knife. She squirmed like a squashed bug. My knife went straight through her. So, her blood leaked out from two holes.

I really wish you had been with me to fuck her as she slowly bled out. But since you could not enjoy her tight cunt, I fisted it for you. Snuff porn may not be the way most people get find their Christmas cheer, but it did the trick for me. Once less scam princess out there to milk men of their hard-earned money. However, I know there are more cunts just like her. And we should find one to kill together.

Torture Sex Sessions Include CBT, Water Torture and Electrocution with Me

torture sexI enjoy torture sex  sessions. But I know I am not alone. Even my favorite cunt slave, James, enjoys it too. Although I hated to part with such a loyal and talented cunt worshiper, it came down to money. I lack emotional connections with humans. But I never lack an emotional connection to money, and Ms. Stevens wanted a live torture session. And I had no slaves in my deep dungeon. So, I had to part ways with James. Of course, he appeared more saddened by this than me.

I led my naked slave down to my darkest dungeon. It’s akin to one of Dante’s circles of purgatory. Dark, damp and smells of death. James pleaded with me to spare him. But the holidays require more money and Ms. Stevens pays extraordinarily well for male snuff porn. I do not judge. I just find the talent. And James is talented. Well, was talented I guess I should say now.

I shaved all his body hair from him and hosed him off. Then I strung him upside down, naked and exposed. His fear I found intoxicating. After I placed electrode patches on his chest, cock and balls, Ms. Stevens made her appearance. I explained to my loyal slave that he graduated to another dungeon of mine out of necessity. Nothing is ever personal to me. It is just business.

When It Comes to Torture, it is Never Personal

Bound with his wrists behind his back, James hung upside down like a side of beef at a butcher shop. Ms. Stevens inspected the meat on our video chat. She liked my selection. She’s a sadistic one. But like I said, I do not judge. She has her kinks, and I have mine. Light torture to start. Ms. Stevens controlled the electric shocks remotely. However, I controlled the rest. Shocks to his abdomen and cock and balls made my victim piss himself but we were just getting started…

snuff pornNext came very large pins through his ball sack and into his urethra. I giggled at his screams of pain.  But I was impervious to his pleas to spare his life. James, it was just business. While the pins caused pain for my slave, I took a blow torch to the soles of his feet. I watched as the skin bubbled. Ms. Stevens began masturbating. Snuff sex is her thing. That is why she paid me a million dollars to live stream the death of a man.

That blow torch gun worked on my slave’s left nut like a charm too. Within a few seconds, his left testicle shriveled up and died. Since I take pride in my work, I needed the other nut gone too for aesthetic purposes. Simple fix. I used a castration band. While the circulation stopped in his remaining nut, I tortured his cock with a whip. Cracked open his flesh on his back, chest and cock. His blood pooled under his head as it dripped from his body. The entire time I tortured his body, Ms. Stevens used her remote to shock our victim too.

Torture Sessions Need to Be Bloody, Painful and Gruesome for Me

Hours passed, and James suffered more than most. Electric shock, whippings, cock and ball torture and water torture. I dunked him in a water tank more than once. Seconds turned into minutes, and before long he begged for mercy. We were well past the mercy stage. My snuff victim could not grasp that I do not do emotion, so pleas of mercy do not work for me.

When our live stream torture session came to an end, I pushed the wood chipper under James’ head. Now I think he realized there was no coming back from this. I slowly lowered him into the wood chipper feet first. The sound of his bones crushing and his blood splattering on my body made both my client and I masturbate. James lived up until the moment his skull crushed in the wood chipper. It was a gruesome death yes. But a profitable one.

RIP James. It was simply business. Nothing is ever personal with me. Now, I need to look for another cunt licking slave.

Bloody Phone Sex Holidays Keep A Sadistic Bitch Busy

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex holidays keep me busy. Many folks want to kill around the holidays. And I understand the impulse to just pick up a knife and gut your mother-in-law or some other relative that nags you to death. Trust me, I understand. My murderous impulses run high, especially this time of year. And often I do not care who I kill. The need to kill just feels too strong to ignore sometimes, you understand.

But let me help you hone your murderous impulses like I honed mine. Do not shit where you eat. That means do not kill some one close to you. At least do not do it alone. You might need me as your accomplice phone sex partner if you struggle to find a surrogate for all your rage. A surrogate is the key, especially if you want to kill a young one. The authorities always look at the family and neighbors first. 

But sometimes, a surrogate is not doable. Recently, I helped Chad kill his ex-step-daughter. From what he told me, I did the world a favor. He found me on the dark net, and we talked extensively about this young teen whore. She seduced him years ago but took some pictures of him eating her bald wet pussy that he never knew about. Now that he is divorced from her mother, the little cock tease wants to blackmail him. Conniving cunts need to die.

Conniving Cunts Need To Die

And Chad hired the right accomplice. Not only did I give him an airtight alibi for the girl’s disappearance, but I also made her death look like a runaway situation. One of the things I brag about as your accomplice is that no body is ever found. If you are going to make a snuff porn, you cannot leave any evidence behind.

We fucked that little schemer into oblivion. Destroy her asshole and her cunt before we destroyed her life. I cannot divulge all the details here for fear of incriminating myself or implicating my accomplice, but trust me, that little whore will never be found. Now, who do you need killed?

Castration Phone Sex: It’s a Wonderful Knife This Time of Year

castration phone sexCastration phone sex losers? On Black Friday, I took a record of 8 balls in one day. If I am confessing my dirty antics, I took a few cocks and a few lives too. Who knew I could meet so many losers in a single day. Now, I am not one for shopping, but I did venture out on Black Friday. But not to shop. I went hunting for worthless sacks of shit. And guess what? They were out in droves. Killed a few Karens too, but that story I will save for another day.

I want to tell you about Tim. This idiot appeared so stupid that it was a wonder he could remember how to breathe. He cut me off when I turned into the mall parking lot. But it gets better. He followed me to a parking space and cut me off again. Then he proceeded to yell at me and call me names. No way could I let him get away with that. I make snuff porn. And I eat men like him for breakfast.

I Will Take Your Balls for Looking at Me Wrong

I gave him a hot shot. The sun was not even up yet, and no one was paying attention to me anyway. The folks in the lot only had sales on their mind. But I had murder on my mind. I knew this loser’s name was Tim because I took his wallet. He woke up on my castration chair. That’s my old death row chair that I repurposed. I am all about recycling.

When Tim woke up, he found himself naked and strapped to the chair with a ball gag in his mouth. I separated his cock and balls. A castration band had turned his balls a pretty blue already. The fear in his eyes made me wet. I informed him of his crimes. But I am the judge and jury. I did not care what he had to say for himself. So, I chopped his balls off. I did not cauterize the wound because I had no plans for him to live.

He kept passing out, so I slapped him back awake. I wanted him to feel the pain. Oh, he felt it. I took his cock too. After an hour of genital torture sex, I killed him and fed him to the wildlife. Although I wanted to make his suffering last longer, I had other cocks and balls to castrate, and Karens to kill. With me, it’s a wonderful knife this time of year.