Snuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.
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Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday
Our BBQ was a hit.
We all sat down to celebrate with my accomplice phone sex meal. Of course, only you and I knew exactly was in those pulled pork sandwiches that everyone was chowing down on. We exchanged sly grins as the juices dripped from their chins. It made my pussy wet, knowing all of the effort we had put in was paying off. I laughed when someone complimented you on your delicious spicy sauce. Have another slice of ass, I wanted to say.
If only they had experienced our kidnapping of a fresh and perky young girl. This one was hand picked by you. I just made sure she came home with us. The poor little one begged for life and pleaded with you that she was a virgin, so please don’t rape her. Turns out that the only injection she got was with the cajun baster. I sunk that needle in deep to fill her with aromatic herbs in oil. Of course you added your own “secret sauce” to the mix.
Soon her beautiful carcass was slow roasting on the smoker. I’m sure the smoke quickened her demise. She screamed a few times as her fat dripped into the fire, making it flare up. Good thing we purge them before we cook them.
Mmmmmm, finger licking, cock slapping good. Care to join us?
Drown a cheating whore
Sometimes a mouthy cheating whore needs some suffocation phone sex to shut that trashy, cum slurping mouth. You called and told me about your cheating slut girlfriend who broke your heart. I may be evil and warped but I aint no fucking cheater.
I got all dressed up and headed out to the club where she hung out. She had her ass and tits hanging out, rubbing on every cock on the dance floor. I decided to be her new BFF. I ground my pussy against hers and squeezed her tits, She followed me home for the promise of some drugs and my BF for a threesome.
You were waiting for us. She didn’t notice because she was so excited about the big bubble bath you had waiting for us. As soon as we were in it, making out, you came up behind us and dunked her head. I laughed as she gagged up water. You dragged her out of the tub and knocked her back on the bed. I dived on top of her, punching her in the mouth.
I laughed at the fear in her eyes as you pulled the bag over her head. Her first scream used half of the oxygen. The bag sucked against her open mouth as you jerked your cock. I laughed and laughed as your cum splattered against the bag as she took her last breath.
Home Invasion Accomplice
Accomplice phone sex has to be my favorite. But, thanks to you, I just found something else that I love even more. Home invasion as an accomplice. This was by far one of the most vicious and exciting things I’d ever participated in.
I met you in their neighborhood. You’d had your eye on their sweet teen daughter for some time. The little slut had been teasing you and leaving you with blue balls on the internet. Then you found out the truth. She was way younger than she told you. The little bitch had been playing you and you’d been sending money and gifts for nothing. Time to teach this little catfish about swinging from a hook.
It was just too easy. We let the dog out and he disappeared down the street. Not a single bark. A quick slash took out mom and dad. A bedroom door opened and a older sister emerged. You hit her hard before she could scream. I laughed as you fucked her hard and slashed her throat too. She made such a pretty little corpse. It was obvious that little sis had been using her pics as your bait.
The horror on the brats face was hilarious. The rage on your face was not. I knew that you were about to come unglued on this lying slut. You busted her right in the mouth as she opened it to scream. I dragged her off the bed by her hair and kicked her. I tore off her nightie and her cotton panties. You had your cock out already, stroking it. You were on her petite body quick, violating the holes that she had previously promised. Good thing I made you wear a cock ring so you couldn’t cum.
We decided to take her home with us that night. She’s caged, like an wild beast. Why don’t you join us for some gang bang fun and tonight and take out your own frustration? We’ve decided to make her our breeder.
It’s Just a Shower!
He was hot, and he had invited me back to his house to get cleaned up and have some food before he sent me on my way again. He seemed decent, well-dressed, nice car, you know the type.
He showed me to what I guess was a guest bathroom and brought me a towel, wash cloth, soap, and shampoo. I adjusted the water and got it just where I like it, then got in and started washing up. The shower wand was amazing, and in almost no time, I was fantasizing about him while I used it to massage my clit. My fingers slid into my cunt from behind as I sprayed all up and over my clit, enjoying the sensations, and driving myself mad while thinking of him. It was not long after I got down on my knees and was really getting into it that he walked back in and cleared his throat. I was embarrassed, and I immediately moved to stop what I was doing, but he was on me in a flash. He told me he’d watched the entire thing from the camera he had installed, and that he was very disappointed I’d take advantage of his generosity to commit sin. He told me I needed to be cleansed, and then pinned me down with his entire body. He held my arms tight to my body with his legs wrapped around me, and held the wand over my nose and mouth. I couldn’t take a breath without inhaling water and choking. He prayed as slowly drowned me in his shower, and that was the last thing I heard.
Ready for the fourth of July picnic
Me And Rick are ready and waiting for the big 4th of July picnic. We have a special surprise for the guests this year. Some succulent smoked venison and our own farm raised fresh ground burger. Oh, these burgers will just melt in your mouth. And don’t forget the girl kabobs. They just ooze off the skewer. Of course, we don’t share our recipes or tell the guests where we really get our Blue Ribbon Meats.
We start out planning weeks in advance. We head out nightly looking for the perfect specimens for the cook-out. Tender young teens are our favorite. They are easy pickings. An offer of a drink or a joint and they jump in the car with me, wanting to be cool chicks. What they are really gonna be is hot chicks. Like golden brown and extra crispy. Our special blend of spices is what really seals the juices in. You’ll say our BBQ is finger sucking good and beg for more.
Hey, Rick, I think we may need a few more to feed this hoarde. I love our secret and I giggle every time I see one of our guests sucking on a bone. If they only knew what it really was. Then maybe they’d understand what fuels our gourmet desires. Let’s get together for dinner soon.
Snuff Sex for Hire
Snuff sex pays the bills and then some. He was not my typical client. Guys come to me for assistance force fucking and killing, even torturing girls of all ages. When I asked to see a picture of his victim, he showed me his driver’s license. He wanted to die a horrific death at the hands of a goth goddess. He told me the sad pathetic story of his life. By the end, I wanted to kill him for free. I am no fool, I took the money. I told him he would not know when his number was up. I don’t share the plan of my kills because I enjoy the element of surprise. Five days after he paid me, I broke into his house as he was sleeping. I put a pillow over his face to wake him up. Startled him awake. He tried to take it all back. Even told me I could keep the money, but he didn’t want to go through with the plan anymore. How did I know this was just not part of the game? I tied him to the bed spread eagle before I laid out my torture sex instruments: my knife collection, a blow torch, a saw, pliers, soldering iron and a straight edge razor. If I was going to kill him, it was not going to go slow. I like pain and suffering. I duct taped his mouth so he could not scream efficiently. I made little painful cuts all over his useless body. I watched the blood trickled down and drip from his wounds. I sliced the skin off his testicles and pulled them out for shits and giggles before sawing his dick off. I castrate lots of men for fun and for profit. Never sawed off a dick before. Bastard passed out, so I stuffed his severed dick down his throat and made him give himself head. That woke him up quickly! I tortured him for hours before I plunged a knife in his belly and disemboweled him. I masturbated as he died in front of me. It was hot. I wish more guys paid me to do what they are too weak to do to themselves. Killing losers is fun.
Cut into small pieces alive
Think you are immune to blasphemy phone sex? You don’t think I can make you renounce your religion and submit to the devil. Let’s play a game. A very special game. Soon you will be begging to die.
You didn’t think I was really flirting with your ugly ass at that club, did you? Oh no. But your puppy-eagerness made you fall for it. You took the drink I offered as I whispered in your ear. I led you to my truck like a sheep to slaughter. You thought you were getting some pussy. But you ended up strapped down on a table in a basement. As you opened your rheumy eyes, you saw the medical tools there.
I stepped out in a black hood. “You said that you would sacrifice yourself to me last night.” I said, smoking my cigarette. “Are you ready? Or would you like to beg your savior for redemption?” I picked up a scalpel and whacked off a finger.
They all beg for their religious hero to save them. Even as they take that last breath. After every finger and toe is gone and their manhood is in a pan oozing blood and cum. They still believe he will save them. Their final scream echoes and salvation only arrives in the form of death.
Would you like to play a game? Bring me a bitch that you hate and maybe I will spare you.
Smashed and tenderized
Castration phone sex is one of my very favorite games. It just feeds my power as a female to rid the world of nasty balls. Scrotums. Nut sacs. Testicles. I I often hit the clubs looking for men who deserve to lose them.. Oh you men think you are so superior with your delicate little sacs. But one good kick or a stomp from these stiletto boots will render you useless and infertile forever. I enjoy the popping sound a teste makes when it’s squished like a grape.
So next time you are at a club, hitting on women and making those sexist bitch comments, better watch your ass. You might find me there in the background, watching and waiting. So easy to buy a man a drink and slip him a happy pill. Not enough to knock him out. Just makes him super happy and drunk acting. Of course I was there to lead you outside and into my car.
When you awoke, you were tied down with your nuts in a vice. I slowly tightened them until you moaned. “Kinky bitch, are you? I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll beg for mercy, you cunt.” I laughed. “Oh really, How are you going to do that with no cock or balls?” I saw the fear and I liked it. I tightened it some more until your nuts turned blue. “Who’s gonna be begging for mercy, fuckhead?”
I gave the vice a hard spin and you screamed like a girl. I took the scalpel and held it to your bloated sperm factories. One quick slash and they exploded, the testes bursting from their sacs like popcorn. “It won’t hurt too bad.” I stopped and took a drag from my cigarette, grinding it out on the head of your cock. As you screamed in pain, I rendered that final slash, forever severing your pathetic manhood. I almost finished you off then. but changed my mind. It would be so much more fun watching you go through life as a Ken Doll. Betcha won’t be talking shit to women any more….
Fuck my cold, dead pussy and warm it up.
Necrophilia phone sex is over the top for some people. But deep down, we all love the macabre tales of people who love to fuck dead bodies. This is your story.
She was gorgeous, tanned, rich, and totally out of your league. You’d been lusting after her since grade school. You were the creepy guy that no one looked at twice. Your job as a morgue helper did nothing for your social life. You met me on a snuff website. We both loved to torture and make people bleed. Sometimes I’d hang out at the morgue with you after hours so we could experiment with cutting up flesh and removing organs neatly. You laughed when I sucked a dead man’s cock. Then I cut it off and shoved it up his ass. He wouldn’t be needing it.
I was there with you when a call came in. A fatal car accident involving a young woman. The coroner dropped her off and left. When you pulled back the body bag, I heard you gasp. It was your teenage crush. The back of her head was gone and her legs were broken and dangling. But her face was beautiful, even in death. I didn’t say a word as we undressed her. Her perky tits and waxed pussy were like alabaster and stone cold.
I knew what you wanted. I walked over and pulled out your erect cock. “Fuck her. You know you want to.” I whispered. I spread her broken legs wide, showing you the pink meat within. You were on her like a dog on a bone. You licked and sucked her dead nipples, making a trail over her flat belly to her bald pussy. I moaned as you moved between her legs and forced your cock into her lifeless slit. I rubbed my own clit as you blew her corpse full of cum.
Her autopsy isn’t until Friday. Looks like we have all week to to play with your new girlfriend. Maybe I can find a “stiff” cock to play with while I watch.