His English was horrible. I barely understood him. But I did understand the wad of cash he had in his hand and the was incentive to listen closely and try to understand. When I finally got what he was saying I felt the gush of fluid in my pants that was so strong it felt like a peed myself. He wanted me to find a young American girl that we could take back to Japan so that he could record a Snuff Porn Japanese Style. That meant she would never return. There would be no props, no fake blood, no stunt doubles….it would all be real. The screams, the torture, the pain and yes the death…..My blood was on fire! I asked if I could come and watch. I swore to him I wouldn’t tell a soul. How could I if I was going to be an accomplice in the kidnapping? I went out and found a girl and brought her back but he didn’t like her, she wasn’t what he was looking for. So I pushed her out of my car going 55 down the highway and watched as she tumbled down the road and I rubbed my clit. The next one I brought was perfect for him. We boarded his private plane and headed out. One of the stage hands caught my eye and I grabbed him. We fucked during the entire filming. All the way to the end when she sat in a tub of blood, barely breathing, after being tortured and before having her throat cut ear to ear. I came hard as I watched her head flop backwards and blood spurt rhythmically out of her carotid artery.
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Recording A Snuff Porn Japanese Style
Snuff Porn Terry Is The Gothic Goddess Of Little Slut Deaths
I have no idea why I must be haunted by these little whores these days. I cannot even go to a shopping mall without having to deal with the miniature pukes and their overbearing sense of entitlement. I ran into a group of little mall rats when I was shopping with a friend of mine. They had the nerve to call me a Gothic Fatty. I may be on the goth side with my love of all things dark and satanic, but fat I am not. I quickly responded hissing at them and letting them know that I was the Gothic Goddess of Death sent up from the depths of hell to eat their little miserable souls. I gave my maniacal laugh that I always do and they skipped away giggling that I was a freak.
My friend and I were more then prepared to show them what kind of freaks we were. The little sloots stayed around the mall till close. My guess is they were going to have a slumber party, all pilling in a typical suburban house wife SUV. My friend and I stayed quietly watching them in the dark from the back of the parking lot in his hearse. His hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as he began to grit his teeth with anticipation, “Patience,” I urged. As they drove off we followed them, keeping up with them as they pulled into their concrete driveway alongside their perfectly manicured lawn. Once the lights went off they were ours, and slipping into their home was way too easy.
The parents slept upstairs. On the main floor was only the small Chihuahua that was easily persuaded to our friendship with some beef jerky. We slipped down the stairs where we could see faint light coming from out from under the door. As we slipped down the stairs and closed it behind us we could here the giggling and worse, pop music. I stood in the doorway. They continued to gossip among themselves and did not even notice me. That was until my good friend tripped the breaker to the basement. Screams rang out among the girls and a cell phone light flashed into my face as I moved to sit by their sides. The squealed as they noticed me sitting next to them
That was when the real fun began. He grabbed two of the little brats up by their hair and tossed them onto the bed. I started to tie them with the large supply of infinity scarves the idiot had in her room. The last one was the ring leader of the plastic bitch cult. I grabbed her holding her by her chin. She asked what I wanted. I told her “Simple,” then licked my tongue up the side of her face tasting her skin “I told you I was coming for your soul.” She whimpered and pleaded for us to let her go but it was to late. I popped the little twats eyeball from her face and tossed it to the ground. He began to shove his cock into the hole, skull fucking the little puke till her brain was mush.
As you could imagine the other two were freaked the fuck out. Crying and shaking on the bed their face had streams of tears flowing down it. We dragged the up the stairs by their hair. The wrists and ankles still tied up and slipped out the door without working mommy or daddy. My friend reached into daddy’s beautiful diesel truck and locked the emergency break. He tied the chain around her told half and then another chain to his steel reinforced bumped. He pulled her in half. Blood and guts splashing everywhere. He tossed her bottom half into the driveway and we left, taking the last little brat home for more fun later!
Obedience Training: Part One
I was having a little trouble training my new mutt so I called a number in the paper that offered obedience training.
The training was a week long and really cheap so it sounded pretty good but I was really surprised when the guy said to leave the little bitch at home!
The second I got there, I knew I had made a mistake!
The door opened seemingly, by itself! I stepped in and was grabbed instantly and had a black sack put over my head!
Two big strong men dragged me to a cold concrete feeling place and slapped a collar on me and chained me to the floor!
I was so scared! That is when you came in….
You told me that if I wanted to train my mutt then I needed to know what it was like to be one!
You starved me for two days while you left me chained to the floor. I didn’t understand it until you came in stroking your hard cock.
I was too weak to fight as you held me by the hair and fucked my face! Your cock was so hard and so massive that I could barely breath as you punished the back of my throat with pounding thrusts! Then I tasted it! The first drops of that nourishing cum!
You pulled out of my mouth and walked away! I crawled after you pleading for you to feed me!
I knew at that point that you owned me and I needed you for food! I needed you to survive!
You taunted me and teased me with that hard dripping cock as I crawled around after you like a bitch looking for a treat!
Please give it to me! Please master! I am begging you!
Tortured and raped by Terry
I wandering down some road, my thumb out for a ride to somewhere… Anywhere really. I didn’t care. I was out to explore. I’d had a few cars pass me by when I finally got lucky and one pulled over for me. Climbing in I was happy to see it was a woman. She looked decent enough and I was just glad it was not some creepy old dude. We chatted along the way, she told me her name was Terry. It was a nice ride and she invited me to stay with her and a friend for the night. I thought well why the hell not. 
She took me to this nice looking place that was down a long road into the woods. And he introduced me to a guy friend of hers. We ate and chatted. They were super nice. After dinner they brought out some drinks and a few drugs. By night fall I was a bit wasted and high, so when their moods changed, I didn’t notice at first. They said they wanted to show me something, so I followed them down into the basement.
It was there I learned their real intentions as they got me to lay down on an old bed and they strapped me too it. As they removed my clothes, I thought it was just going to become a sex thing. Well.. just not sex for me. Spread eagle and strapped down, the man came to me. He fucked me while Terry was messing with some kind of bag of tools. When she came back, she had something in a pocket and a knife in her hand.
“Let’s give you something warmer and wetter to fuck.” she told the man and then she shoved the knife right into my thigh. I screamed with pain, which seemed to delight the man as he moved from fucking my pussy, to slipping his cock into the hole Terry had made him. It hurt so fucking much. While I screamed, Terry came to me and held my head down as she grabbed the pliers she’d put in her pocket. “Isn’t this so much fun!” she said with a happy smile on her face. “I love new friends.” And then she put the pliers in my mouth, gripping a tooth and with some twisting, yanking and pulling, she started ripping my teeth from my skull, one by one. “Can’t have you biting anyone now, can we?” Her eyes were alight with such joy.
All night she kept making new holes from the guy to fuck while rubbing her wet cunt all over my bleeding mouth. What kind of hell have I gotten myself into?
On A Deserted Road
It was a sunny day and I was out for a drive. Taking turns down dirt roads that I have never been on. Driving deeper into the country and away from civilization. Looking for remote areas that I can bring victims for some evil and twisted fun. So far out that no one will hear them screaming but me and bodies will deteriorate and be consumed by animals so that if ever found they are nothing but bones. And there it was in the distance. It looked like an old shack. There weren’t even electrical lines going to it. A scene straight out of a horror movie. Shining in the light and nailed to a big tree out front was a sign. “Body Parts For Sale” I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this a hoax? Perhaps something left over from Halloween and a haunted house set up way out here in the middle of no where. I had to touch myself as the juices flowed and my mind raced. Did I really just get lucky and stumble upon a gold mine? As I pulled up and shut off the ignition my hands were shaking and then when I got out of my car and smelled blood and flesh heavy in the air. My knees went weak and my step quickened as I approached the old shed.
Mommy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies?
Rape phone sex fantasies can be about a stranger. A random act of opportunity. Or, they can be about someone you know. Some woman who has cock teased you for years, perhaps even your own mother. Be honest with yourself. You want your mommy to be your bitch. I bet she cock teased you from the day you were born. I love being a subby mommy. I know how to be a good mommy. If I were your mommy, your cock would be catered to 24/7. I would let you fuck my ass, cum on my face, pimp me out to your friends, humiliate me, even physically hurt me. How can a good mommy say no to her son?
I said no once. Many years ago. I learned a valuable lesson. My horny boy came into my bedroom with his hard cock in his hands and tried to force it into my mouth. When I scolded him, he slapped my face, grabbed the candle stick next to the bed and sodomized me until my sheets were bloodied. He was too young to even have swimmers in his ejaculate yet. However, he was not too young to make his mommy his bitch. Mothers shouldn’t tease you, nor should they scold you for your natural biological urges. Every boy wants to fuck his mother. If your mommy wont fuck you, this mommy will and more. My holes are to be used by you.
Ass Rape Porn For The Little Brat Next Door
Some people just do not know how to hold their tongue. When I was walking down the street with my friend this little teenie bopper brat was making fun of him! So he is a little bit different, that is not reason to but such a cunt. He told me to ignore it she was just a little slut, but we all know she would not learn anything then! So I decided I was going to give my friend a nice little present. I took that little slut and I grabbed her ass while the parents were away. She said she was getting ready for a hot date when she was on the phone and I could tell. She had on some sexy stockings and everything.
When I showed up with that little bitch he was confused and then excited. The cunt spit in this face so I punched her in hers. I licked the blood right off my knuckles and then duct taped that little bitches mouth. ZZzzz zap! I shocked that whore with a cattle prod. I told him I wanted him to bust that bitch open. Pulling her to the edge of the table that is just what he did. He shoved that cock right into her little tight cunt. What do you know, little slut was a virgin. The sight of blood only further excited us and he turned her over force fucking her in the ass.
What a camera moment. I grabbed it and started recording the ass rape porn for all of my snuff porn friends. He took and rope and looped it around her neck. He pulled back hard on either side as he plowed deeper into that little cunts ass hole. Undoing the duct tape over her mouth I listened for her struggling to breath. Gasping for air to fill those little lungs of hers. Her eyes began to show busted blood vessels and she struggled to fight free. Slowly her life left her body. My friend gave me his cum. I sucked it right from his cock, sweet virgin blood filling my mouth. MMM hmm good!
Taboo Phone Sex Terry Makes Candle Holders From Bad Boys!
You never want to disappoint a taboo phone sex babe like me. I am not one to be dominated, nor will I worship a mans feet. You have to be able to show me your worth if you want me to fall in love with you. I am everything a snuff porn loving man could ever want, if your not a little fruity fairy that is. I found a few men who thought they could rise up to the test. They have since been made into decorations to please me.
I have take those useless little jingle berry balls and wrapped them up tight. I tie them up so tightly that I hope that they pop. I could give a fuck less. They do not need them anyway. The way that they wine and groan makes me a happy camper. I love they way that their useless clit dicks start to swell and turn purple. Then I heat them up under flames. I love setting candles onto them.
Then when the candles get burned they stick onto their nads and the hot wax drips down over them. If I fold the naughty disappointments in half I can get the hot wax to drip onto their faces. I laugh as I eat my candle lit dinner listening to them wincing, begging for me to enjoy every morsel. My dinner guest makes me mad when he asks if I should let them go. Weakness is disappointing. I turn his asshole into a candle stick holder and shove an apple into his mouth. Screams become my dinner music as I finish my meal and hot wax burns his useless sacs.
Castration Phone Sex Trophies
Castration phone sex is my specialty. I’m a junk removal expert. Too many worthless pricks in this world, so I am just being altruistic, paying it forward by taking off balls. I recently discovered on accident how much fun cutting off peckers is too. I mean really, why just take the balls? They really are a set and should be kept together. Kept together in my keepsake boxes made of real foreskin. I bought this serial killer magazine awhile back and learned all about trophies. I am not your typical serial killer, however. I snuff out folks for profit and charity. There is a sexual element of course, especially when I know I am ensuring that some fuck nugget like yourself can never reproduce or enjoy any sexual satisfaction. But my primary motivation is never sexual.
On my fire place mantle, are three hand carved, foreskin covered boxes for my trinkets. One keeps my special junk removal tools. Another holds the cherished testicles. And the last one holds my new collection of worthless cocks. If you shouldn’t be reproducing, you shouldn’t be fucking. I added a really nice trophy to that box last night. Adam was a 7’0 college basketball player who preyed on drunk coeds. He messed with the wrong coed when he force fucked my step niece. She called me knowing what I would do. If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.
I don’t take crap from anyone, not even a black athletic giant. My niece and I marched into the men’s locker room after a game, knowing he was the last one in there. “Can’t get enough of this nigger dick can you bitch? I see you brought a friend. Well there is plenty to go around,” he said over confidently. I begged to see his big black cock. I put a knife to his throat while my niece extracted a little CBT revenge. After she got her payback fun, I sliced his big black dong right off. Blood spurted everywhere. My niece grabbed the knife, and took off the balls. Normally, I’m not so messy in my junk removal services, however, this fuck wad deserved to bleed out. Like the world will miss another black thug, right? Biggest cock I have ever lobbed off. In fact it was so big, I had to cut it into quarters to make it all fit in my keepsake box.
Today’s headline in my local paper was “Locker Room Massacre.” Now my cunt was wet. I guess a big fucking cock like that was more like an artery. He completely bled out and died. He was the Bill Cosby of the local college campus, because after news of his shocking death, hundreds of girls flooded the police department to report he sexually assaulted them. Mother Theresa has nothing on me. You know, I finally got to play with big black cock. I don’t get the hype. When it was all over, it was just another broke down dick.
Home Made Trophies
It took me several years to perfect but it was worth it! I have so many trophies of my victims and each one is perfect. They adorn the walls of my bedroom and I spend many hours laying among them rubbing my pussy with a fever while I remember the torture that led up to me being able to make each one.
Researching the process was difficult as the practice is only found in the Amazon, deep in the rain forest and only a few tribes practice the ritual of shrinking a human head.
With each step of the process, my cunt gets wetter and the yearning to cum builds until the final product is created and I can let the cum flow free down my legs like a river of warm water.
After torturing my victim and finally watching them take their last breath I pull the head back exposing the neck and use my favorite machete to cleanly sever it. Carefully I take my scalpel and make a perfect incision up the back of the neck and peel the skin back off the skull. Taking my time I insure that as much of the flesh as possible is still on the skull and not with the skin. This is a very important step and one that took a lot of practice in the beginning as I was impatient. Then I carefully place a few red seeds under the eyelids before I sew them shut with sinew. The next step is to sew the mouth shut and insure that all the fat and flesh are removed from my head. Then I insert a wooden ball to keep my head round. Those were a little tricky to find but finally I came up with using croquet balls that I sanded the paint off of. They work fabulously! Now the glory of watching the head being boiled in a pot of water with just the right herbs and tannins. The smell of this step drives me wild and is like an aphrodisiac! My euphoria is heightening as I prepare the pit of hot rocks where I will dry my head as I mold it in order to keep the best shape I can. Finally I rub it down with ash as is required in the original rituals to prevent the avenging soul of my victim from escaping.


















