Snuff porn is perfect for this time of year. I have a special friend, Jimmy. He understands that this is my favorite time of year. I invited him to my cabin for the weekend. Not for a romantic getaway, however. I turned my kill shack into a house of horrors. When he arrived, I had a surprise for him. I had four little angels I brought along for the ride. They thought they were going to a haunted house, not a house of horrors. Just stupid little cunts who left the mall with a strange woman to go to a haunted house out in the middle of nowhere. Jimmy was pleased when he arrived to see his favorite aged girls, naked and tied up on the floor in front of the fireplace. Trick or treat, I said to the little scared cunts. They were too scared to pick, so I chose for them. I stood them up and took them to the basement. My haunted basement was an old-fashioned torture chamber. I had an array of instruments at my disposal to sexually mutilate these little twats. Trick for them, treat for me.
I grabbed a cattle prod to get the scares started. I was giddy like a schoolgirl when I zapped the tiniest girl’s ass with it. She fell forward, pissed her panties and began crying. “This is soooooo much fun,” I said to Jimmy as I shoved it up the other girl’s her cunt. Watching her twitch and convulse really turned me on. I let him play too. He grabbed another brat and thrust the cattle prod in her ass in the dark and damp basement of my house of horrors. All four brats were scared shitless. My cabin was their hell house. Torturing worthless young whores is addicting. We shocked all four brats so much; we could smell their burning flesh. Nothing hotter than the smell of burnt tender age pussy lips. Happy Halloween, I screamed at them as I continued to prod their tiny pink holes with electrical pulses so strong it burned their young flesh.
Our little victims laid in a pool of their own vomit and piss, scared for their lives. Jimmy and I were the real ghouls. The sight of little scared girls curled up in fetal position, soaking in their own excrement, crying and pleading for mercy made me horny. I inherited some medieval torture devices from my demented grandfather, an infamous serial killer. Jimmy and I were only getting started. I tied the youngest little slut to the rack and started cranking it slowly. Her screams made me wetter. Hearing and seeing her flesh pull, her bones snap, and her blood spray our faces and my walls was intoxicating. My basement looked like a scene from The Amityville Horror. Each girl got to die on the rack, with their limbs snapping like twigs. Legs and arms severed; we chopped heads right off their little bodies. We were getting doused in their blood and sinew and it was like an aphrodisiac. I turned my cabin in the woods into a real haunted and deadly house for four little girls. Jimmy and I made it out alive, but four little girls lost their lives and hopefully will go on to haunt my basement and help terrorize our next victims.
