Snuff porn is not just something I watch to get off. It is something I make to get off too. Plenty of sick fucks out there like you, who love a sexy butcher babe with a knife who isn’t afraid to use it. It is no secret I have a low threshold for stupidity, self entitlement and bratty behavior. Sometimes I just kill for the thrill too, but usually your behavior motivates me. Some people look at others and think, “They ought to be in pictures.” I look at people and think, “They ought to be in underground snuff porn.” Just this weekend, I thought that about a bunch of mean school girls. You know the type. Young, bitchy, cock teasing little whores who think the rules don’t apply to them. They tend to congregate at the mall, which I usually avoid like the plague, but it is great hunting ground. I approached the ring leader, asked her if she had ever seen the movie Saw. I was met with attitude immediately. I just explained, I was a movie scout for horror films and one was being cast locally that needed some teen girls, then walked away. Of course that piqued their curiosity and they were back at my dungeon of death for “test shoots.” Offered them roofied drinks, and they woke up on the floor chained, just like in Saw, wondering what the fuck happened. I happened bitches. Camera equipment was all set up, as were a few men to assist me. A have a small male posse who loves to violate young girls and help in their demise. I film the sodomy and pussy torture of the young whores; then they film me dismembering them slowly and painfully. I begin with fingers, nipples, clits, move to hands and feet, then arms and legs… Not sure what turns me on more. The screams of pain from the victim being dismembered with a butcher knife and a chainsaw, or the screams of fear from those watching, awaiting their fate. Want to make snuff movies with a sick bitch?
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The Night Stalkers
Living a life of shame like I do makes me reluctant to share my dirty secret. I love being abused and treated like the worthless trash that I am. But something happened that was far worse than anything I’d ever experienced. While I slept off a drug binge, 5 men broke into my house. They took whatever they pleased until they found me sleeping. I awoke when the first one landed on top of me, ripping at my clothes and pinching my tits. I heard zippers coming down before I knew what was happening. I screamed as a fist smashed into the side of my head and a knife was held to my throat. Cocks were coming at me from all around. My panties were ripped off and my ass and pussy were violated. Another cock was stuffed into my mouth as I struggled for air. The pain was so intense that I wanted to die. When the first four were done stuffing me with cock and filling me with cum, the fifth man laughed as he put a Walmart bag over my head and pulled it tight.
I struggled and fought as they cheered and he, too, pushed into my creampie pussy with his giant fuckstick. I tried to inhale but there was no air. My head pounded and my mind screamed as I sucked the bag into my mouth. He was moaning now, pumping me hard, as he got off on seeing me die. I guess even my dying pussy liked the pain because it convulsed with massive orgasmic waves, making me gush. I bucked hard against his cock as he rode what he believed to be my death thrash, to the end. I passed out from the lack of oxygen and the asphyxiation pleasure. They left me for dead on my bed. Lucky for me, one of my broken teeth had pierced the bag and given me just enough oxygen to survive. My body betrayed me that day and I know now exactly how warped I am. SO bring it on asshole, I can take it. Make me your dead whore.
Whore getting Branded
You always comment on how big my tits are. You want to do something to hurt them. I can see it in your eyes. You make me lay down on a table face up. You bound them together with zip ties. It’s so tight but I know I shouldn’t complain or you will make them tighter. They start turning a deep purple color and it hurts so bad. Then I see you take out a razor, I can’t help but scream out of fear. You give me a sly smile as you run the razor down my tits, in a straight line above and below my nipple. It hurts so bad! And there is blood everywhere. I start crying but you just tell me my tears give you a hard on. You then take a hot branding iron and burn your initials into me like cattle. I know I will never be able to escape. I think about my new life being your sex slave as I slowly pass out from the pain.
Morticia and Karma’s Gathering
Karma and I have known each other for a while. We are two evil bitches in charge of our own followers. They worship the ground we walk on. They will do anything for us. Tonight is our gathering. We get together to worship the darkness and nature. We give ourselves to the darkness. We give back to nature. There are too many people in this world. They destroy our mother and spit on our worship. We give back to our mother earth and to our dark lord.
We take these worthless people and sacrifice them in the name of mother earth and our dark lord. We burn their skin with candles, we whip them till they are bloody. We take turns fucking them, making them beg for mercy. Making them repent for being worthless living holes. We send out our minions to do our dirty work. Karma and I are powerful. We fuck each other as we bath in the blood from our sacrifices. We finger fuck each other and make each other cum. We fuck all of our followers, leaving them wanting more from us!
Castration Phone Sex Grudge Fuck: Don’t Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch
You ever grudge fuck? I did once and it was amazing. Amazing for me, not for him. Couple years ago, I was coming home from shopping. This asshat grabbed me in broad daylight. No one did a thing to help me either. He made me his captive for a weekend. I am not a victim. I got away, but I knew I would find him a again. I made it my mission in life to find him again. I am relentless, like a dog with a bone, when I want revenge. Thanks to the Internet, I finally found him again a few states away. This time the tables were turned. I hunted him like prey for days before I snatched him up in my car. Took him to a seedy motel no tell along the highway. Think Bates Motel . He was unapologetic. In fact, he was downright cocky. He thought I was back for some dick. I let him delude himself that I was back after two fucking years just for his tiny little sorry ass excuse for a dick. Really? Some dudes are so fucking stupid, it is amazing they remember how to breathe. I indulged his grandiose thoughts. Not because there was any truth in them, but because it would give me an edge. Give me the upper hand. When he told me to suck his dick like a good bitch, I showed him who the bitch was with a razor blade in my mouth. I cut his dick all the fuck up. He was crying like a bitch, when I punched him in the face. Tied him up, then informed him he didn’t have anything to offer a woman, which is why he force fucks chicks. A real man doesn’t have to force a chick because the ladies flock to him. Men with little clit sticks are not men. I cut his cock off, gave him a real clit. Just left a little nub. Well, littler than before. Left him in a pool of blood crying like a sissy bitch. I spit in his face and called 911 as I was leaving. I didn’t want to kill him. He needed to live the rest of his life as a dickless loser. Fuck with me, and I will fuck back tenfold.
An Accomplice To Kidnapping and Snuff
Daddy says I did such a good job with training the sub he is loaning me to a friend for another job. You are a fan of snuff porn movies, so I am a little scared of what this job will entail. I am not excited about this job. However, I know better than to argue. I will do as I am told as always because Daddy knows best.
You already had the one picked out that you wanted. You told me you would handle her parents. It was my job to get the girl. We forced our way in and I started up the stairs to the girl’s bedroom. I can see the fear in her sweet little eyes and then tears are already starting. We hear two gun shots and she starts to freak. I tell her she can come with me or the next bullet is for her. She is crying frantically, but gets up and starts down the stairs where she sees you. We put her in the car and take her to your hidden destination. It is a little isolated cabin, perfect for what you have in mind.
Inside you tell me you want to watch me spank her. I take your paddle and begin to follow your wishes. You demand I do it harder. I spank her ass until she has welts up and down her previously perfect bottom. This makes you happy and you stroke your hard cock watching. You tell me to fuck her with the strap on. I try to lube it but you tell me no. You want me to take her cunt dry. I do as you command, breaking her hymen in the process as she starts to bleed. The blood excites you even more. As I am fucking her bloody pussy, you shove your large cock down her throat making her gag. Her eyes begin to bulge because she is getting no air. You laugh sadistically, but finally pull out of her throat and allow her to breathe. She is only relieved temporarily because next you move me away and you take your cock and force it into her tiny asshole, ripping its opening, and causing her to bleed more. The warm blood around your cock excites you more. You tell me to sit on her face because you have heard enough of her screams. I sit on her face and tell her to lick my pussy. She resists, but you force her putting a knife to her throat telling her you will kill her if she doesn’t. This gets her going really well and she gets her tongue deep up into my pussy. You fuck her ass harder and harder, taking no mercy. You start to get close to your release and you plunge the knife into her covering both of us with warm, wet blood. It splashed onto my cunt, causing me to cum. The hot, sticky blood feels good and I start to rub it all around my pussy. You finally find your release and start coming, filling her bloody rectum with your cum. Just as you release your last drop, she takes her last breath. The job is done.
Sex with dead bodies
So I have always wondered about my biological parents so I thought I would try finding them. I did my best to seek them out and I finally got a lead on a pretty little couple at the park. No little ones which was weird. But they were sitting on a bench just talking and looking at little ones run all around them. I decided to approach them and tell them that I was their daughter. When I got there they looked me up and down as I uttered the words out of my sweet mouth. They invited me to their house to talk about this more. They drove a van which was kind of weird since again- it looks like I was an only little one in the family. As I got into the van they immediately started driving. As I reached for my seat belt I looked behind me and there were two girls tied up. I started to panic and then my mom hit me over the head with a bat. I felt my body lay there lifeless and helpless. The car stopped and they got all of us out and tied us up in various parts of a big empty garage. My body finally awakened and I looked around me. “Good morning bitch and no we are not ur parents, haven’t you ever been told don’t talk to strangers ?” I could not get words out, only cries. My snot and tears ran down my face. They made me watch them hurt the blond one. They ripped her to shreds and made her bleed out as they took turns shoving things inside her cunny. The man penetrated her holes with his big cock letting the blood run down his thighs. I guess this is a sport for them. They moved on to the second one. The decapitated her and he began fucking her lifeless mouth filling it up with cum. “You’re next sweet heart.”
Can you handle this shit loser?
Most of the time I leave my torturing to girls, sluts, other women and couples who deserve it. Other times I like to torture a nice big full pair of balls. Many guys call me knowing their a piece of shit that needs to be treated just like that. They whimper and beg for me to torture their cock and balls, to fuck them in their ass and to tell them just what a failure they are. They cry when I tell them they are pathetic, and I laugh at them as they beg for more. Humiliation and torture, you know you’ve got the meanest bitch of all. Your cock might as well get tortured with your balls, I’ll start with squeezing them real slow. Feeling my nails digging deep into your skin and the smile on my face shows you that I love causing you this pain. You deserve it, you do. You know it, and that’s why you’ve come to me. I’m not done yet. Bend over bitch to take this strap on…but you know what? It’s not just ANY strap on! It’s a very big one…that’s got nice sharp things attached to it to cut you up on the inside as I fuck you! Are you ready for a bloody time, you piece of shit?
Road Rage
He never should’ve cut me off in traffic. Nothing pisses me off more. I passed him, slammed on the brakes and felt him hit me from behind. I screamed in anger, not getting out of my car. This bastard was gonna pay. I took the tire tool from my back seat and when he came storming up to my window, I knocked him in the head and drug him inside.
He moaned as he awoke. His head had a large gash and his face was covered in blood. He was cussing, calling me foul names. I laughed as I plotted what to do with him. “You evil cunt. Untie me.” he screamed. “I’m gonna sue you for everything.”
Sorry but I don’t deal with threats, dude. I punched him in the mouth and laughed as he bled. Men like him shouldn’t be allowed to breed. Hmmm, interesting thought. I haven’t castrated anyone lately. I think I’d enjoy this one.
I cinched down on the ropes around his wrists and ankles. I knew he was going to fight hard when I brought out the knife. I needed shackles. I attached a chain to his cock and balls and clamped an iron device to them. Given a little time, his cock and balls would began to swell. Iron doesn’t give and the blood trapped within would began to expand, blowing his junk up to massive size. This would make things way more fun. The giant swollen blood filled fun bags would explode upon impact. Good thing I was wearing steel tipped cowboy boots. The thought of driving one into him made my pussy wet.
I wanted him to beg first as I explained his punishment and the reason he should be neutered. He squealed like a pig, begging for his nuts and his life.
With one forceful kick, I played football with his nutsac, taking out all of my aggression. They exploded with the first kick, spraying blood all over my face. Licking my lips, I aimed again. His giant engorged penis shattered like a bomb went off, pieces flying all over. I picked up a loose testicle, looked at him, and popped it in my mouth. He screamed again as I popped it like a grape.
I’d let this one live, drugging him and taking him back to his vehicle. He’d look like a crazed druggie and a serial killer when the cops finally stopped to check on him. They’d probably haul him off to the crazy-house when he blabbered about how I kidnapped him and ate his nuts!!! Things happen in the big city. I just happen to be one of those things.
Earning Her Castration Phone Sex Badge
This is my favorite time of year. Why do you ask? Because of all those girl scouts selling their crack in a box. They have a girl scout badge for everything, but I was surprised to find out they do not have a badge for castration phone sex. Imagine that? So, I decided to create one. Amy, my favorite little girl scout, was going to earn her badge this week. And she did. She wore an extra slutty little green dress that I made for her to taunt the dirty old men, separate the weak from the strong. Looks just like the real thing. She had a little wagon filled with crack in a box I bought at the mall stand, along with a big ass knife and a soldering pen. The first pervert to invite her inside while he looked for his wallet would lose his balls and earn her a badge in castration.
The first house she went to in a fancy gated community she struck gold. A local preacher man too. He invited her inside to get his money, offered her a glass of milk with a roofie. She is smarter than that because I trained her. She smelled the drugs in her milk immediately. Only acted like she drank it. Cut his balls clear off when she surprised him that she was not passed out like he thought. She had the knife tucked in the back of her dress and when she heard him unzip his pants she opened her eyes on the couch and wham, the preach man was missing his testicles. “Testicles are for winners,” she said. She never even used the soldering pen on him. She let him bleed out on the floor. Put his severed balls in his mouth , wrote “pervert” on the walls in his blood and left him for the preacher’s wife to find. She came skipping out of the house an hour later and told me the entire story. I cried tears of joy. I am so proud of my little protégé. But oh how they grow up so fast.




















