Category: Snuff porn

Gothic Phone Sex Halloween Roast w/ Gray

Nothing says Happy Halloween like a stuffed bastard with his own balls in his mouth as the centerpiece on my Festival table. So this asshole wanted to fowl my favorite day of the year up with his shitty attitude. Not happening bitch. I take my switchblade out and put it to his throat as I cuff him and control him. I shove the prick into my chambers and knee him in the balls. He bends over with his cuffed hands in front of him and I shove him to his knees. “I’ve had it with your type” I spit at him and kick him in the guts. I lean over him and laugh in his face as I tell him I have big plans for you, Bitch. I take my gardening shears and start cutting his clothes off. Stripped I enjoy another snip, Right behind the ball sack. Severing his cock and balls as he starts screaming and crying like a bitch. I kick him in the face. “I hate a whiny bitch” as I lean over him and shove his dick and balls in his mouth, “Now be a good boy and shut the fuck up”. Stuffed with his own cock and balls as the only gag needed. I grab some cotton twine used for tying a nice butterball up before the oven. I hogtie the bitch, slather him in oil and seasonings and shove a fucking roasting rod up his ass. My guys help me out with the heavy lifting and we haul him to the back where the bonfire will be. This piece of shit will be enjoyed by all tonight, “Happy Fucking Halloween, and remember: Don’t Fuck With The Queen of Sin, Bitches”.

Gothic phone sex

My Master is Evil

 

Evil phone sex

I hate the way they look at me. I hate the way they put their fucking eyes on me and glare at me in judgment. It makes me so fucking angry inside like I want to rip their fucking throats out. I want to crush them, but I can’t because they’re my sisters and sisters are supposed to be there for each other. What a load of fucking crap. It’s disturbing how Mom and Dad have no idea that these bitches have tortured me and ostracized me for so many years now. My sisters are what started me on my dark path. I blame them; it’s all their fault. I was regular. I was beautiful I just wasn’t pencil-thin like them. My daddy would call them radiant, and he would call me in the room. They laughed at me; they said I wasn’t popular. I always felt like I was looking up to those bitches. In my late teens is when it got evil. They both had nice pretty perky tits, and mine were too big. They would call me a waste; they said that anything bigger than a handful on a little girl is a waste. All the guys they like my big tittiess, the guys really loved my nice round dark strawberry areolas. My sisters started calling me a whore; they said I was a slut who would do anything for attention, and they disregarded me. That’s when I began killing Critters ripping them in half and watching the Blood and Guts seed out of them. That’s when I started loving the dark art. I met a guy who was much older than me, and he said that he spared me. I was going to be trained instead of slaughtered. My master is what I call him; he taught me everything I know. He told me a secret that would help me, and it still does to this day. My master said to me that I might not be able to punish my sisters because they were close to me; I would undoubtedly get to punish strangers. I found sexy little innocent blond perky titty bitches. And me and my master, we ripped them apart together. I love to beat their bodies lifeless while my master fucked them senseless. My master is a maniac; he drives his big hard cum-filled cock deep down inside of the holes that he visits. My master is hard; he’s piercing, and he likes to cut while he’s fucking. I didn’t get to punish my sisters, but I get to punish all the other girls like my sisters, and I do it so well.

Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh.  I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.

Ass Rape Porn with My Mother

ass rape pornI was in an ass rape porn mood. I wanted my ass fucked but no one was really around to do that. My mother was home though. She was high as a kite. That makes her kinky as fuck. Sometimes, it makes her violent. She loves me, but she has some pent up anger. I wanted to channel that so she would fuck my ass hard. She got out my big black dildo that is super thick and almost a foot long. I told my mom to fuck my ass like she hated me. She loves me but I pushed her buttons,, so she would go hard on my ass. She was gaping my hole. That was what I wanted. A hardcore ass fucking. I may have not wanted my mother to fuck me but she was all that was around. My dildo was covered in shit and blood when she was done. My mom surprised me. She made me suck my dirty dildo clean. It tasted nasty, but we were both so fucking hot we got into it. She wanted me to fuck her ass next. I fucked her using my salvia as lube. My mom is not the seasoned anal whore I am, but she was loving every minute of the violent penetration I was giving her ass. I guess like mother like daughter.

Snuff Sex Date

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I am good for. He made that abundantly clear the other night. We met on Tinder. He wanted a submissive whore to fuck. I was hoping for bondage, maybe some light BDSM fun. That shit was too vanilla for him. Not what he wanted at all. He wanted to hurt me. He tied me up with my own rope in my own bedroom and whipped me. He was a lifestyle S and Mer. He brought his whips and chains and other BDSM equipment. I was not getting the Fifty Shades of Gray treatment I was in the mood for. I was getting the Saw torture porn treatment. He cut and burned my flesh. I screamed bloody murder. That made him harder. I was scared. He pierced my nipples and my clit with a long needle. Torture sex got him off. Not what I signed up for, at least not that night. I was not sure if I was going to live or die. I was bleeding. I was battered. I was defeated. He left me tied up and in pain until a neighbor rescued me. Never again will I do Tinder. 

Halloween will be perfect

taboo phone sexI love Halloween so much, I get to dress up and wear a full mask and body costume so that no one will be able to recognize me and take as many little brats as I want! It’s so easy too, the trick is to not dress up too scary so all the little ones will flock to me, then I just load em up in my van and take them out to my cabin in the woods where I have several horny sadistic men waiting for them. They pay me well to bring them little whores to fuck and kill it is my busiest night of the year for sure. I love seeing their little terrified faces as they suffer and bleed for me, they all die screaming for their mommies to save them, oh well I guess those neglectful bitches should never have left their little precious brats go out all alone now they have to pay the price!

Making Snuff Movies

snuff pornI love watching snuff movies but making them is so much more fun. I am a sick bitch. It turns me on to see some dumb slut get slaughtered on film. After a while, all snuff flicks begin to look the same. I must reach into the depravity of my mind to bring some creativity to the genre. Most films it is some helpless little twit giving into some sadist butcher. But what if the snuff victim wasn’t so helpless? I love the Goth culture. I consider myself Goth. I know a lot of women in the lifestyle, many are bad ass bitches like me. I thought about a sadist on sadist film. Two bitches fighting till their death. I hired two sexy Goth babes for my homemade snuff flick. I lied to them of course, because no one was coming out alive but me. I paid them ahead of time so they would not suspect my ulterior motives. I even had a fake medic on hand, so they believed their wounds would be tended too. I wanted real blood and they understood that. They just didn’t know I wanted real death too. The props they thought were fake or rigged, were deadly. I tossed them into my movie like an epic battle of a Game of Thrones episode. They clubbed each other viciously, falsely believing the spikes in the club were retractable with blood packs attached. The first blow to the head sprayed brain matter everywhere. I was super wet. My star who threw the first blow didn’t realize it was fake yet. She clubbed her victim again. This time she didn’t get up. I wanted the film to go longer, so I went in swinging as the camera rolled. As my snuff porn star looked on in shock at the girl she just slaughtered, I clubbed her. Her blood and sinew splattered on my body. I was the last bitch standing, but then that was always the plan.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Leftovers For Lovers

Sometimes I date this super dirty Mortician that is bi-sexual and by dirty I am referring to the things he likes to do to some of the males we pick-up together. We pick up our share of females too so don’t get me wrong, but the things he likes to do with the guys after he’s been fucked by them… Let’s say they are lucky if they even get a chance, or it could be considered unlucky. But nevermind, we drug our victims up at the Goth club and bring them back to a abandoned old mansion and take our use of them. We play out filthy rape fantasies with them and sometimes engage in some cannibalism phone sex. I love castration and even severing the whole dick off. Sometimes we will grill it up and I feed it to him. He has so many kinky tricks he learned from being a mortician that I really love our times together. My main boyfriend doesn’t really mind since he knows the sadistic bitch in me gets fed with these hunt dates as we call them.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

 

Killing Francis

taboo phone sexHe was a weak effeminate man named Francis, perfect for killing. It was all too easy to lure him to my place, I told him he would be starring in a film but I never told him that it would be a snuff film and he would be the star. I restrained him spread eagle standing up and then revealed the audience and told him that my movie was called “Killing Francis” and that he would be dying in it for real. He cried like a little bitch and begged me not to kill him but it was far too late to stop at that point… not that I would have anyway. I beat poor wittle Francis to death while everyone watched and cheered, his own mother was there watching and cheering me on too. She named him Francis on purpose because she knew that he would grow up to be a weak little bitch boy. He died like he lived as a little bitch and I left him there to rot.

Taboo Phone Sex October

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is in full swing during October. Maybe all those slasher films are inspiring people to explore their dark desires. I can only hope. Violence on TV and in the movies helps make monsters like me! I have no moral compass. I have no guilt. I lack empathy. I am the perfect killing machine. Men come to me to help them with their murderous impulses. I am always a willing accomplice. Mr. Smith wanted his ex-wife killed. It was not just a simple contract killing. He wanted her tortured. I didn’t ask why because I didn’t care. I was being paid well for the task. I did some research on her habits and patterns to decide when the best time was to execute her. I saw her new husband and I knew why she was wanted dead. It didn’t take me long to put together this was a simple revenge murder. My guess was she left her husband for a hung man, a real man. I know I was being paid well to kill her, so I talked to her and suggested she make me a better offer. She married up, not down with hubby number two. She doubled my pay to kill her ex and to castrate him. Now, she was talking my language. I love to sever the balls of spiteful small dicked losers. My client was jealous that his wife married a better man with a bigger dick and a bigger bank account. One less small dick loser in the world is a win for all mankind. I went back to my original client and I killed him but before he died, I took his cock and balls. I let him know that his ex made me a better deal. The horrified look on his face when he realized he had been double crossed was priceless. I tortured him for hours before I put him out of everyone’s misery. If you hire me to kill someone, just make sure that someone can’t make me a better offer.