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I’m not gonna lie, the thought of being in a snuff movie really scares me but my owner says I must so I guess that is how I am going to die. He has it all planned out, down to the last detail. I have to wear these little pink panties and a short nightie with my hair up in pigtails. He wants me to look really young and innocent even tho I have been used by like so many men before. That’s why he wants to kill me, he says that I’m all used up and no one likes a used up whore like me so he might as well kill me. He’s gonna let all kinds of men use me, he told me that he would let them fuck me to death! There is going to be an endless line of men just waiting to use and abuse me and I just don’t know how I am going to be able to handle it! I have no choice tho, all I am is a dirty little whore and I deserve to die if that will make my owner happy. After all, isn’t that why I exist in the first place?

Cannibalism: An Intoxicating Feast

She was a real juicy specimen that just wondered into my favorite hangout and on the best night possible for such a plump one. It’s the night of our annual gathering where we bring in about three plump and delicious sides of fresh flesh to get skewered. Well, we get them intoxicated and have some fun tenderizing the flesh or prey as it may be. We make sure they are marinated well inside before we toss them in a pot of warm brine and use a baster to really clean them out, and inject them with some nice dry white wine.

Once the prey has been penetrated and fucked by every member of the gang and fucked good is when all of the above preparations happen. We then impale them from ass to mouth with a long seasoned roasting stick that will be used to carry them to the fire. Positioned over the open flame we all start to oil the meaty breasts and asses up and let the flames lick away at their scrumptious flesh. The smell of their flesh cooking is beautiful and we continue to baste them with oils and seasonings until they meet our desired doneness. We really get into chopping the heads off and digging into the brain for a wonderful delicacy. Limb by limb the appetizer is served up. Let’s have a feast!

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Alone at the Playground

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It was chilly that night, the grass was covered in fresh dew. I saw you watching me. I saw you sitting in your truck just… watching me. I had gotten into a fight with my parents that night and I stormed out. I sat sadly on the swing in that dark neighborhood park. You watched me for about an hour until I heard your truck door slam and your silhouette approach me in the cold darkness. Your voice.. it sounded so nice. Gentle, warm, comforting… inviting. You sat in the swing next to me and asked, “What is a sweet lil thing like you doing all alone out here in the cold?” I sniffled and wiped cold wet tears from my face. I told you about how I left home and nowhere to go. You comforted me, held my hand and told me it’d be okay. I didn’t know you had something so sinister in mind. You even brought me a blanket from the cab of the truck. But before I could thank you, you pushed me face first into the ground. I tried to scream, but I was muffled by the soft, wet playground mulch. You ripped my shorts off and thrusted yourself into my virgin pussy. I screamed out in pain, but it only made you go faster and harder. I tried to claw my way out from under you, but you were too strong. I gave up and began moaning- a mix of pain and pleasure. And just when I thought it was all over, you flipped me around and wrapped your hand tightly around my throat. “Please, mister! LET ME GO HOME,” I pleaded.

You smiled darkly and whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. You can never go home.”

Feeding The Trees

 

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Everything thrives off the death of something else.  Death is a necessary part of life.  Even vegans kill things, but veggies do not have a face, so they eat them, I hate to tell them this, but killing is killing.  However, you can make killing fun.  It doesn’t have to be a fucking somber time.  The lead up is sometimes more satisfying than the act it’s self.  All that planning, the stalking, making sure you have the right equipment, finding a place to play, then to dispose of the lifeless fuck-rag. All of it gets my cunt wet just thinking about it.

Having a place to take the prey is critical.  Spare of the moment shit always backfires, that is how people get caught.  Nothing is worth rushing over.  Taking time is what makes the experience worthwhile.  Instilling fear is the first thing, the unfamiliar, the brutality administered over a long time, erratic in it’s timing. It throws them off, making them on constant alert, it is exhausting for them.  Placing them in a place with no outside light, no outside sound, no way of knowing time, that will break anyone.

Once you get them at that point, right at the tipping point, you bring them back.  Showing care, kindness, regret, you gain their trust, then you start all over again.  The emotional as well as the physical pain is a must.  Make it last, days, weeks, months, but never ever hold onto them longer than that. The day arrives where you simply must do away with them.  They become tiresome after a while, and you will crave something new.  They are bruised, even fucking them has lost it’s fun because they just slip away into themselves.  What fun is that?  No screaming, no crying, no protesting, just dead weight. 

One piece at a time you take from them.  Keeping them alive by cauterizing wounds and cuts.  You bury those chucks of your prey deep, no animal will find them, no people will stumble across them, the only thing that knows that those juicy piece of flesh are there are the trees, and they are grateful for the nourishment.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is one of my favorite kinds of calls. I love being that sadistic devil on your shoulder encouraging you to turn your dark desires into realities. I met Ted online. He had some sick fantasies about killing a little girl after he had defiled her body of course.  He has a little cock teasing whore neighbor girl. She jumps on her trampoline all day and swims in her little pool. She smiles, shakes her cute little bubble butt and has no concern about what she does to her neighbor; what she likely does to the male members of her own family too. I have been feeding his fantasies because cock teasing little sluts grow up to be cock teasing whores. They need stopped at an early age before they take over the world and ruin men. Some girls were just born to be rape fantasy bait. I knew it wasn’t wise to take his actual neighbor girl, but I had him send me a picture of the little whore. I found one looking just like her at the zoo and stole her. Walked right out of the zoo with the little slut in my stroller before anyone knew she was missing. When Ted came over to fuck, he got the surprise of his life. His little look alike neighbor girl tied up and gagged in a chair. It was a game changer for Ted having a tender age cunt in front of him. I didn’t have to encourage him anymore. He pulled his dick out of his pants, removed her ball gag and skull fucked her until she lost consciousness from lack of airflow. I told him sex with dead bodies was hot as fuck, so we didn’t revive her. He fucked her lifeless body a few times. Filled her up with his seed, then we fucked next to her dead corpse. Tossed her to the coyotes for breakfast. Now that he has a taste for blood, he wants to kill and torture another young soul. I think I am in love.

Snuff Porn Is My Calling And My Demise

I am forever stumbling on set of some snuff porn being filmed and I’m the star attraction with a broken heel and ripped blouse. I am battered and bruised and my blouse exposing my perfect fake breasts. I am barely covered as my short skirt has been cut off as have my panties. They rape fantasy my fuck holes and beat me black and blue leaving my eyes black and blue as well as bruises all over my arms and legs, especially my thighs. My cunt had been fucked into swollen and stretched out hole. I have bruises on my neck from being strangled. I was a mess and was only getting messier. I stumble into the final scene where a man in black with leather gloves on grabs me and shoves his dick down my throat while he take a pistol to my head and blows my brains out while shooting his load down my throat.

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Cooking your Family

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Ready to recount my cannibalism phone sex tale? Ahh, but you have the homemade video to watch. Does it make your dick hard everytime you see your wifes’ throat sliced and her guts cut out? Chopped up and put through the meat grinder flavored with so many good smelling spices that your drool for a taste of her flesh cooked to perfection. What about those cute daughters? How I had them pumped full of Nigger cum and hung them so those pretty necks just snapped ever so quickly! Them the wood fire roasting teen bodies like little piggies! Bahaha. I loved how I made you watch every moment and filmed your arousal! I am a demented dark soul who wants to do you in next. I want to cut every digit and limb slowly as we watch the snuff porn we made over and over. I want to feed you and fatten you up with your family flesh baby. Makes me so hot to know how evil I am how much more can you take dear! 

Do Tread On Her

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Upscale society bitches really piss me off to no end.  I abhor every damn thing about them.  It isn’t the fact that they have money, it is the fact that they are so damn idiotic.  That much stupidity packed into such a small space is mind boggling. I don’t care if they have companies, I don’t care if they are a CEO, bitches with that much money have no idea how the real world works, even if they came from dirt poor families, they forget.  Most of these flesh puppets never even have to work, they are born into a world where nothing matters to them but themselves.  Not that I give a shit for others either, but it is different with them.

If I could, I would take one of those cunts to a secluded place, and keep them there.  Every day I would do something a little more violent, although to them breaking a fucking nail would be the worst possible thing that could ever happen.  I can just imagine me standing over them, them begging, pleading, offering me money, blah blah blah.  I don’t need that shit, I can make my own money.  Me spitting into their face then taking a nice long piss into their mouth, before kicking them in their head to make them shut the fuck up.  

After a very long time of playing with them, starving them, violating every orifice I could with what ever I could find, leaving pretty bruises all over their once flawless skin, I would begin the life ending act.  Would I use a knife? No.  Would I hang them from meat hooks before gutting them? No.  What I would do is stomp them to death.  I would start at the very bottom.  Break those toes beneath the weight of my foot, crack the knee, watch the patella  disintegrate before my eyes while they scream in pain.  I am pretty sure the little shit would pass out at this point, so I would drink, watch some netflix, and wait until they regain consciousness, then get back to it.  

I know that by the time I reach their sternum that they will have figured out that I was working my way up their useless body and that they would soon be just some floppy dead cunt tossed into a lake somewhere. I might even prolong the agony.  I usually don’t like begging, I hate it actually, but to hear them beg for their shallow lives right before I crush their skull in could actually be fun.  Then after they were crushed, broken, bruised and of course dead, I just might have to take some time to play with my magnificent pussy a few times before dumping them like the true pieces of trash they are.

A Kiss Goodbye

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Those lips, those pouty, full, perfect lips.  Soft, warm, untouched, parted ever so slightly.  This isn’t a princess in some fairy tale, this is prey in a nightmare of our making.  I run my fingers lightly from the ankles up the leg to the shattered pelvis, up the small incisions in the stomach placed there to induce a scream or two.  There were more than usual since she decided to try to be brave, keep it all in, the pain, the fear, show us that she couldn’t be broken so that we might give up.  That never happens though, we always finish.

My hand moves up across those barely there breasts watching as her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath.  They are tender to the touch, she flinches back slightly, she has no fight left, no energy, no hope.  I watch as bruises start to form, turning from red to that lovely deep color as the blood pools below the skin.  Traveling up her clavicle, broken, fractured as a matter of fact. I study the sheer white of the bone protruding from the skin, jagged.  Up to the nape of the neck, already yellowing bruises forming from fingers pressed tightly into her flesh.

Then up to that mouth.  I brush my thumb over it.  Thinking back to how it looked slipping up and down your hard cock.  Her cries being stopped from the manic thrusts which press your throbbing head into her throat time and again.  I stand at the top of the table by her head.  Looking down at her I notice that her eyes loose focus,  she knows what is coming, she is trying to slip away into her safe place to pretend this isn’t really happening. Oh, but it is.

The table wobbles slightly under your weight as you spread her legs to make room for you.  I toss you the ropes that have been previously tied to the legs of the table, you wrap each one around her thighs, tossing the unused portion back to me so that I can secure it to the legs as well.  The rope digs in, I can see her skin being pinched, the lower part of her legs turning pink, then red.  The circulation is being cut off, she moans, her eyes go blank, one single tear trails down from the corner of her right eye to splash on the table.

You rub your dick over her swollen cunt, sore, red, raw.  You press in, another moan from her, you start to move, more tears, her eyes begin to focus on my face.  I can see the pleading in them, yet those lips do not move to protest, more tears, she knows it will be better for her soon, she will be helped so that she can slip away, but not yet, you aren’t done but you are close.  I lower my head down as your noises become more guttural, the table legs slightly scraping on the floor, filling the almost empty room with bangs as you pump into her.  I put my lips close to her ear, waiting for you to cum, I whisper “Goodbye fuck rag” just as you release your hot sticky jizz deep into her. I then place one last kiss upon her lips so I can taste her last scream as you finish her off.

Snuff Porn in a Haunted Corn Maze

snuff pornI was in the mood to make a homemade snuff porn last night. I just needed the right victim. I was feeling like a killing a hot teen slut last night. Friday night haunted house got real for one little bitch. I have a seasonal gig in a haunted corn maze. It is in the country. It is three miles long and very dark. I work with other “actors,” but I kill for real. No one would think one of the “actors” went rouge. When some one dies in a haunted attraction, it is blamed on one of the visitors. A stalker, an angry ex, or just some Michael Myers wannabe. I had a camera on my miner’s hat to capture the fear. I just used a real axe instead of my fake one.  I substituted the blade for a different one so when I was questioned, my fake axe would not match. I stuffed the blade in the back pack of a dick boy before my victim was even discovered. I watched in joy as visitors thought she was just a prop. She never saw it coming. She was lagging behind her girls because she was flirting with all the male workers. Cock tease. She thought she smarter than the girls working the corn maze. She taunted me, so it was easy to put an axe to her head. She must have been on something because she kept mocking me as blood poured out of her head. When she realized it wasn’t fake blood, she freaked out. Started staggering through the corn maze, but folks thought she was an actor. I guess her friends left her thinking she hooked up with a guy. She wasn’t discovered until the lights came on and the night was over. Hours after I snuffed her. I was questioned, as was everyone working there, but since we have no record of everyone who came through the maze last night, I suspect her death will remain unsolved. I have a wonderful snuff sex video of her gruesome death. I may be out of a job since the maze was shut down by the police as a crime scene, but the month is still young. I can find more victims anywhere I want.