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Snuff Porn Teacher Shows Young Ones How to Make a Snuff Porn Torture Death Flick

snuff porn venusI love making and watching snuff porn. I run a little film school for the young ones. Every week, I host a workshop with some aspiring killers to show them different ways to eradicate problems and annoyances. This week the workshop focused on how to make snuff porn torture death films. They are my favorite actually. When I make a killer production, I like it to be violent and bloody. I fancy myself a female Eli Roth. I had the perfect subject for my protégés to hone their filmmaking techniques on. An old teacher of mine from my school days. Total pervert. Likes the little ones. I have no real issue with dirty old men. You have rape fantasies about the wee ones, I will help you. Just keep your hands off me and the few brats I actually like.

Mr. Yokomato was easy to lure. Told him I had some little ones for him to play with in exchange for good grades for one of my charges. She is one of my film students; one of the few brats I like. If she had not shared with me that he tried to diddle her, I would not have know that he was still molesting the young ones after school. Of course when he arrived, my little brats of the corn surrounded him like an evil army while I held the video camera. Each was wielding a big ass knife. Like a carnival act, they started hurling knives at him. My pussy was getting wet seeing such young boys and girls hurl knives at a lifelong pervert. With precision, like I taught them, they hit the arteries. Blood was spewing out of him. He was begging for mercy. I informed him that I remembered a time when I begged him for mercy; pleaded with him not to put his thing in my butt but he ignored my cries.

snuff porn torture deathI let my little protégé, who had the most recent indecent encounter with our film star, have the honor of chopping off his pecker. She grabbed his dick, sliced it clear off then shoved it in his mouth as we all watched him bleed out. I was so proud of my macabre munchkins. I took them to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate their first torture sex film. Maybe you will be the star of our next killer film.

Snuff phone sex Revenge

snuff phone sexI’d been starving him in the basement all week. He was begging now. Begging for his life and apologizing for molesting my 10 year old cousin. The fucker didn’t even get any jail time and revenge was mine. I wanted him to die slowly, painfully.
I brought him out in chains and hooked him to my “fun” table. I plopped his cock out on a wooden cutting board. “You see this cock, asshole. It touched something that belonged to me. My family, my flesh and blood. Now, I will take yours.” Fondling his cock, it begin to rise even though he was crying. I twisted it painfully, making small blood vessels pop in it. My own pussy began to twitch just a bit, the way it does when I go in for a kill.
I stretched his dick out on the table and reached underneath, bringing out a hammer and nails. He screamed, begging. “Please, ma’am, I didn’t know she was your niece. I’ll never touch a little girl again.” “Damn right, you won’t cause, you aren’t gonna have a cock to shove in helpless little pussies. You’re the helpless one now, aren’t you, asshole?” I placed the nail against his nutsac and twisted it a bit to make him wince. Then I brought the hammer down hard, piercing his scrotum and exploding his teste. Gooey cum and blood burst from his broken ball. Then I did the other one to match.
His screams died down as he bled profusely onto the table, pooling on the floor. His balls were crucified. Now came the fun part, watching him slowly die. Old fashioned snuff phonesex and justice for the victim. No, the blood loss wouldn’t kill him. It was the infection that would set in from the rusty nails that I’d dipped in shit. I would torture him some more first, making him wish he was already dead. Next would come the raging fever that would make him delirious. And, finally, the foul infection would make him leak bloody pus from his wounds, festering, and becoming full of maggots. By then his cock would be rotted off and he would feel nothing but sweet relief when he finally gasped and choked on his final breath.

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Torture phone sex

I know you like snuff porn torture death. I know you sit in your room rubbing your cock thinking about cutting my pussy lips off. I bet as you read that your cock twitched. All day long as you work, take a piss and sit down and take a shit. You know what I am doing. I am selling my pussy to random men for drugs. You know I am a druggy whore, who does anything I can and am willing to do for my drugs. You must get Insanely jealous knowing another man’s cock is deep in my cunt, deep in my asshole and down my throat. You sit there thinking of different ways to torture me to death. Maybe slice my throat as you fuck me. Make me overdose and then fuck me as I slowly die. You are sick, I am sick. Cover me in blood and fuck me till your balls are empty. You never know, someone else might beat you to it.

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Castration Phone Sex Fantasies with Mommy

castration phone sexGuys ask me all the time what may favorite type of call is. I have many that I enjoy. I am a sick bitch. But my top two are castration phone sex calls and any extreme taboo type call. Sometimes, I get to mix the two for a fucking hot time. Today one of my castration junkies wanted to regress back to a time when he was much younger. I got to be his dominant dirty mommy. All boys masturbate at a certain age, most stroke to images of their mommies. However, some cannot put their dicks down long enough to even be able to fuck anything or anyone else but their hand. My son was a chronic masturbator. When his mommy needed him to take care of her desires he could not get a hard on. I know personally, I get very pissed off if a guy can’t get it up or doesn’t understand women always cum first. So, I have no doubt that if my son, who was supposed to take care of his mommy, couldn’t get his dick hard unless his hand was attached to it, I would want to castrate him too.

taboo phone sexAfter I ordered him to lick my snatch, he complained he was too tired. That was the last straw. What good are brats if they cannot service you on demand? I put him on my lap and yanked his balls right off his young hairless body. He cried. He bled. He apologized for being a bad mother fucker. I have to admit, the thought of ripping the balls right off a man or a boy, really gets my cunt wet. What kind of extreme taboo phone sex fantasies do you have? I promise you, nothing is too sick for me.

Sniveling Little Shit

Taboo phone sexOne thing that I cannot at all tolerate is when men do not act like men.  Weak men disgust me to no end.  I mention this because one such weakling decided to spend some time with me.  I could tell by the first hello I was talking to a sub-par male.  Usually the men who contact me are Strong, Fully Masculine, they are not weak in the slightest.  I was a bit surprised actually.

It was almost comical how he tried to tell me that he was a Dom.  For heaven sake, no Dom’s voice cracks, nor do they whimper when spoken to sternly.  The are Powerful in both action and voice.  I actually laughed, and when I did the whining started.  “Stop laughing at me! STOP! “whimper whimper” please stop!”  It went on and on.  The more I laughed, the more his voice broke.  I was rather comical.

I told him that he was nothing more than a sniveling little shit.  He called me a Bitch.  Like it would hurt my feelings.  Sorry love, it didn’t hurt my feelings at all.  Not in the least.  When he did I thought perhaps a miracle happened and his balls finally dropped.  However, when he heard that I was not offended or angry for the word him called me he went right back to the meek voice. 

Doesn’t it make you ill when you hear of someone saying they are a Dominant and yet they are not?  If I were a man it would piss me off, those like that make all males look bad. 

Even with all the begging, whining, and cracking voice I did have fun.  Perhaps next time he chooses to spend time with me pretending to be dominant I should take his ball sack from him.  After all it isn’t like he uses it.

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You are such a pathetic fucking maggot you don’t deserve to have balls. You aren’t a real man why the fuck should I allow you to continue walking around as if you are? I’m so sick of you constantly hanging around begging me to let you fuck me. You can just get that idea out of your head right now because that will never happen. If you were the last man on earth I would rather die celibate than let you stick that disgusting little inch worm inside of me. The only reason that I even let you hang around is because you’re a good maid and it’s amusing watching you crawl around and scrub my bathroom floor with a toothbrush. Today though I have something big planned for you. Strip down completely naked and lay down on my metal examination table. Your little pimple dick is getting hard thinking you’re finally going to get to fuck me.

I secure the straps over your chest, at your wrists and your ankles. Then I spray some canned cheese onto your dick and balls. You probably think I have some sort of cheese fetish and I’m going to lick and suck it off of you. You couldn’t be more wrong. That’s when I reach for a big plastic tub and I flip it over your cock and balls. You have such a puzzled look on your face until you feel the feet scratching against your stomach and your thighs. Then you feel the long tails and the sharp teeth. That’s right I just trapped six massive rats right against your cheese covered cock and balls. The screams of pain as they tear into your flesh makes me double over with laughter. The rats are squealing as they feast on your flesh, blood spraying all over the plastic walls trapping your tormentors against your flesh. You’re straining against the restraints trying desperately to break free but you aren’t going anywhere until I say so and your torture has just begun. The rats haven’t nearly had their fill yet.

Castration Phone Sex Junkie

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my favorite. I am not going to lie because taking worthless balls and squashing nut sacks is what I do for money, honey. Can you believe guys pay me to take their junk? Occasionally, a woman hires me to teach a cheating man a valuable lesson about keeping it in his pants. I met Serena at a Goth club a few weeks ago. When she shared about her cheating boyfriend, I shared back. Let her know the many different ways she could ruin her man’s nuts. I love ball busting. Slam those nuts in a book and flatten them like a pancake; don some spiked heels and trample balls; tie them up and use them as punching bags; pull them wide like butterfly wings then stab them with hat pins… Really, if a girl wants to bust some nuts there are hundreds of fun ways.

snuff pornSerena said she wanted more than busted balls; she wanted a dead boyfriend, but not after some serious CBT. I quoted her my snuff porn price, tossed in the nut busting and junk removal for free. A few days later, I trapped her cheating man in the woods where he was hunting. Strung him up by a tree. Wasn’t easy because he was heavy. A sturdy fucker. Every castration gig I get is a bit different. I never bust nuts or take junk the same way twice. No pattern, means no detection. While I had this ass wipe strung up on a tree like I was going to lynch him, my pussy started to drip. Such a turn on to show a man he is no man at all. Real mean don’t put their dicks in another woman’s pussy.

taboo phone sexI started tugging the rope in such a way that it smacked that loser up against a tree. I wasn’t going to hang him. That is boring. I was going to slam him so hard against that tree repeatedly that his balls burst. Enough times of ramming that loser against the tree with his legs spread not only busted his ball sack, but knocked him unconscious. I cut him down; he laid lifeless on the ground, bleeding. I cut a sharp switch to whip his busted balls until the skin was shredded. Then I sharpened a stone on a stone, like the cavemen did, to cut his cock off too. Funny, that woke him up better than ammonia. I made him watch as I sawed his pecker off with a sharp stone. He had broken bones, a serious head wound, busted balls and now was dickless. I shoved his severed cheating pecker in his mouth and wrote “cheater” on his dick and forehead with his own blood and left him to die in the woods. How does that Carrie Underwood song go? Oh yeah, “Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

Ass Rape Porn: Castration Phone Sex

You were brought in for an ass rape porn session and I was the one to be raped. Well, you really got all fucking excited thinking you would get a chance to rape a badass bitch like me… For fucks sakes the fact you would be able to even get your little prick near me had you creaming your trousers. I took one look at you and your pathetic prick and laughed. Leaning over to the director I whispered how pathetic you were and how I was greatly amused in how this was to play out.

I had Bubba in the corner napping on his bed and smiled knowing he was going to get an extra special bone this evening. We took our places and the cameras started rolling. I was playing the drugged up helpless bitch that some geeky serial killer had abducted. Only thing is, I had a tolerance for the crap he thought he had drugged me with and had my own itinerary for him. I let him think he was getting away with putting his pathetic prick in my ass and just took it until I knew he was too into it to notice.

As he was in a daze fucking my ass I slipped my boot knife out from the drawer and in two swift motions had turned the tables with him on his ass. Leaping at him with one swift swipe of my blade I severed his penis at the base and tossed it to Bubba. The pathetic fucktard was screaming and spurting blood like a fucking fountain. 

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Killer Phone Sex on Halloween

killer phone sex fantasiesHalloween is my favorite night. No one notices me. It is the one night of the year a creepy Goth girl doesn’t stand out. With everyone dressed up to go get drunk and laid or to trick or treat, no one suspects that this is my everyday look. The big ass blood tinged knife I am carrying, is believed to be nothing but a prop. It doesn’t get a second look. I skulk along the sidewalk, watching for the right homes. I knock on the doors with babysitters and brats too young to go trick or treating. Surprise the stupid babysitter with the tidbit that my knife is not a simple prop, but the tool of my trade. I can always spot the bad babysitters. The ones who sneak their boyfriends in to fuck and raid the liquor cabinet instead of watching the precious little ones trusted in their care. Stupid cunts.

babysitter phone sexNo one pays any mind to the blood curdling screams coming from the homes of the privileged on Halloween night. It is just expensive sound effects to anyone who can hear the screams. But what is really going on behind the walls of gated homes throughout my community isn’t discovered until the parents arrive home. Dismembered dead babysitters and castrated barely alive boyfriends become Halloween decorations in the homes of the wealthy. Bad babysitters get their limbs cut off with a rusty old saw. I save my knife to slit their mouths from ear to ear. I cut out their tongues. I stitch up their mouths so they cannot cry and whine. I chop off the cocks and balls of the boyfriends. My little apprentices feed all body parts to their family pet.

taboo phone sexThe little ones watch and help. The brats love to assist in the mutilation and death of bad babysitters. They think it is a game. Just a Halloween game. They finger paint in the blood. Parents come home, find their wee ones sitting in blood, playing with their new life size dead dolls. Crimes are blamed on tweakers, not some Goth girl from their community. The brats never tell. They want me to come back and play with their parents.

Natasha LOVES Castration phone sex.

castration phone sexI saw him at the club. He was flirting with every girl there, thinking he was God’s gift to women. I hated him immediately and after a few drinks, I knew what needed to be done.
I approached him at the bar and he hit on me immediately. He was older, all dressed up in this nauseating pair of skin-tight jeans and an open shirt. Barf city, but I pretended to respond. He had his hands all over me and was undressing me with his eyes. “My cock needs sucked bad. Let’s go to your place. We can’t go to mine.” SO I knew this fucker was a cheating BF or hubby for sure and that made me madder.
We made it to my place, his hands groping me all the way. This asshole was gonna pay. There is no way that this guy should be allowed to breed..or even breathe.
I forced myself to kiss him and he had his hands under my shirt, grabbing at my tits. “Easy, loverboy.” I laughed. (with an evil smile) “You’re in my house, so my rules.” I said, reaching for my handcuffs. “Oh, you kinky slut” he grinned, his cock waving in the air in anticipation.
So, I had him chained to the wall and I dropped to my knees. I barely grazed the tip of his cock with my lips and snapped the shackles on his ankles. He looked confused as I stood up.
“So, you are a cheating asshole.” His face fell and he changed. “That’s none of your business, cunt. I just use bitches like you to suck my cock. Now, let me out of this shit.”
I punched him right in the gut and he wheezed for air. I cupped his nuts in my hand, pulling out my switchblade. “Men like you are dogs. They need to be neutered.” I watched his face as his cock deflated. Cupping his balls, I cut them, just superficially. Blood spurted and he screamed in pain. “WTF. You crazy bitch.” I made another cut and popped out a teste. Rolling the still-warm sac in my hand, I smiled. I carved the other one out, severing his nutsac from his body. I held up my bloody prize. Nothing like a little castration phone sex!!!
He was delirious from blood loss now as I pulled up a rolling metal table with a cutting board top. I laid his shriveled cock on the block and reached for my machete. “You should never be allowed to breed. You are nothing but a pussy and I’m making you one.” With a loud CHOP, I lopped off his cock.
His new pussy was bleeding in spurts. I grabbed a pair of my panties, put a Kotex in it and put them on him. I shoved his severed penis right in his mouth. “Suck that, bitch. Here’s your pussy” I laughed. Then I took a pic of him with his own phone and sent it to his wife.

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