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Snuff Porn Japanese School Girl Fun

snuff porn evil bitchSnuff porn many people think is urban legend, but I know better. I have seen it made; I have made it myself. Do you like Japanese school girl sluts? Young, tight, long legs, total cock teases. Those little outfits they wear are just to get your dick hard. Their high pitch giggles are just to annoy sadistic bitches like me. Too many Asians in the US, stealing our jobs, flooding our colleges, teasing our men. No one would miss a chink, especially a girl. I saw this young Jap school girl and thought snuff porn Japanese style!

snuff porn japaneseI pretended to be selling knock off purses out of the back of my van. Pushed the dumb whore in, locked the door and went for a ride in the country. Asian snuff brings in top dollar. When I brought her to my killer shack in the woods, she screamed in such a fucking shrill annoying voice, I took a baseball bat to her skull. Cracked it, but didn’t kill her. Couldn’t have a dead squinty eyed bitch before I had some camera fun time with her. She crawled on the floor, bleeding like a stuck pig. Whimpering and sobbing, and talking Japanese. Do I look like I speak that gook language? Stupid whore. I shoved the baseball bat up her ass.

She was leaving a blood trail across my wood floor, so I snuff moviespushed her outside. Watched her crawl through the dirt and grass bleeding and crying. Disoriented from the blow to the head. Some hikers saw me. Easy fix. Offer them some Jap pussy for free. They fucked her without hesitation. Everyone like a Japanese school girl whore, even a bloodied one! The force fucking added to my little torture sex film. They popped their rocks off in the whore and left me to my fun. As much as I love making a worthless cunt suffer, her voice was like finger nails on a chalk board, so I slit her throat. Figured she would crawl around for a few minutes, bleed out then die.

Bitch was taking forever to bleed out, so I got a gun, put it in her ass and shot her. Her ass exploded. Bullet came out her mouth, but it killed the whore. No way anyone seeing this little snuff movie would doubt its authenticity. Her insides spurted out both ends. As I stood over her lifeless, bloody body, I kicked her like one kicks road kill to see if really dead. Yep, another dead chink whore no one will miss.

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Recording A Snuff Porn Japanese Style

snuff porn karmaHis English was horrible. I barely understood him. But I did understand the wad of cash he had in his hand and the was incentive to listen closely and try to understand. When I finally got what he was saying I felt the gush of fluid in my pants that  was so strong it felt like a peed myself. He wanted me to find a young American girl that we could take back to Japan so that he could record a Snuff Porn Japanese Style. That meant she would never return. There would be no props, no fake blood, no stunt doubles….it would all be real. The screams, the torture, the pain and yes the death…..My blood was on fire! I asked if I could come and watch. I swore to him I wouldn’t tell a soul. How could I if I was going to be an accomplice in the kidnapping? I went out and found a girl and brought her back but he didn’t like her, she wasn’t what he was looking for. So I pushed her out of my car going 55 down the highway and watched as she tumbled down the road and I rubbed my clit. The next one I brought was perfect for him. We boarded his private plane and headed out. One of the stage hands caught my eye and I grabbed him. We fucked during the entire filming. All the way to the end when she sat in a tub of blood, barely breathing, after being tortured and before having her throat cut ear to ear. I came hard as I watched her head flop backwards and blood spurt rhythmically out of her carotid artery.snuff porn japanese karma

On A Deserted Road

violent phone sex AngieIt was a sunny day and I was out for a drive. Taking turns down dirt roads that I have never been on. Driving deeper into the country and away from civilization. Looking for remote areas that I can bring victims for some evil and twisted fun. So far out that no one will hear them screaming but me and bodies will deteriorate and be consumed by animals so that if ever found they are nothing but bones. And there it was in the distance. It looked like an old shack. There weren’t even electrical lines going to it. A scene straight out of a horror movie. Shining in the light and nailed to a big tree out front was a sign. “Body Parts For Sale” I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this a hoax? Perhaps something left over from Halloween and a haunted house set up way out here in the middle of no where. I had to touch myself as the juices flowed and my mind raced. Did I really just get lucky and stumble upon a gold mine? As I pulled up and shut off the ignition my hands were shaking and then when I got out of my car and smelled blood and flesh heavy in the air. My knees went weak and my step quickened as I approached the old shed.

Taboo Phone Sex Terry Makes Candle Holders From Bad Boys!

You never want to disappoint a taboo phone sex babe like me. I am not one to be dominated, nor will I worship a mans feet. You have to be able to show me your worth if you want me to fall in love with you. I am everything a snuff porn loving man could ever want, if your not a little fruity fairy that is. I found a few men who thought they could rise up to the test. They have since been made into decorations to please me. 

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I have take those useless little jingle berry balls and wrapped them up tight. I tie them up so tightly that I hope that they pop. I could give a fuck less. They do not need them anyway. The way that they wine and groan makes me a happy camper. I love they way that their useless clit dicks start to swell and turn purple. Then I heat them up under flames. I love setting candles onto them. 

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Then when the candles get burned they stick onto their nads and the hot wax drips down over them. If I fold the naughty disappointments in half I can get the hot wax to drip onto their faces. I laugh as I eat my candle lit dinner listening to them wincing, begging for me to enjoy every morsel. My dinner guest makes me mad when he asks if I should let them go. Weakness is disappointing. I turn his asshole into a candle stick holder and shove an apple into his mouth. Screams become my dinner music as I finish my meal and hot wax burns his useless sacs. 

Castration Phone Sex Trophies

castration phone sex knife playCastration phone sex is my specialty. I’m a junk removal expert. Too many worthless pricks in this world, so I am just being altruistic, paying it forward by taking off balls. I recently discovered on accident how much fun cutting off peckers is too. I mean really, why just take the balls? They really are a set and should be kept together. Kept together in my keepsake boxes made of real foreskin. I bought this serial killer magazine awhile back and learned all about trophies. I am not your typical serial killer, however. I snuff out folks for profit and charity. There is a sexual element of course, especially when I know I am ensuring that some fuck nugget like yourself can never reproduce or enjoy any sexual satisfaction. But my primary motivation is never sexual.

On my fire place mantle, are three hand carved, foreskin covered boxes for my trinkets. One keeps my special junk removal tools. Another holds the cherished testicles. And the last one holds my new collection of worthless cocks. If you shouldn’t be reproducing, you shouldn’t be fucking. I added a really nice trophy to that box last night. Adam was a 7’0 college basketball player who preyed on drunk coeds. He messed with the wrong coed when he force fucked my step niece. She called me knowing what I would do. If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.

taboo phone sexI don’t take crap from anyone, not even a black athletic giant. My niece and I marched into the men’s locker room after a game, knowing he was the last one in there. “Can’t get enough of this nigger dick can you bitch? I see you brought a friend. Well there is plenty to go around,” he said over confidently. I begged to see his big black cock. I put a knife to his throat while my niece extracted a little CBT revenge. After she got her payback fun, I sliced his big black dong right off.  Blood spurted everywhere. My niece grabbed the knife, and took off the balls. Normally, I’m not so messy in my junk removal services, however, this fuck wad deserved to bleed out. Like the world will miss another black thug, right? Biggest cock I have ever lobbed off. In fact it was so big, I had to cut it into quarters to make it all fit in my keepsake box.

Today’s headline in my local paper was “Locker Room Massacre.” Now my cunt was wet. I guess a big fucking cock like that was more like an artery. He completely bled out and died. He was the Bill Cosby of the local college campus, because after news of his shocking death, hundreds of girls flooded the police department to report he sexually assaulted them. Mother Theresa has nothing on me. You know, I finally got to play with big black cock. I don’t get the hype. When it was all over, it was just another broke down dick.

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Home Made Trophies

taboo phone sex karmaIt took me several years to perfect but it was worth it! I have so many trophies of my victims and each one is perfect. They adorn the walls of my bedroom and I spend many hours laying among them rubbing my pussy with a fever while I remember the torture that led up to me being able to make each one.

Researching the process was difficult as the practice is only found in the Amazon, deep in the rain forest and only a few tribes practice the ritual of shrinking a human head.

With each step of the process, my cunt gets wetter and the yearning to cum builds until the final product is created and I can let the cum flow free down my legs like a river of warm water.

After torturing my victim and finally watching them take their last breath I pull the head back exposing the neck and use my favorite machete to cleanly sever it. Carefully I take my scalpel and make a perfect incision up the back of the neck and peel the skin back off the skull. Taking my time I insure that as much of the flesh as possible is still on the skull and not with the skin. This is a very important step and one that took a lot of practice in the beginning as I was impatient. Then I carefully place a few red seeds under the eyelids before I sew them shut with sinew. The next step is to sew the mouth shut and insure that all the fat and flesh are removed from my head. Then I insert a wooden ball to keep my head round. Those were a little tricky to find but finally I came up with using croquet balls that I sanded the paint off of. They work fabulously! Now the glory of watching the head being boiled in a pot of water with just the right herbs and tannins. The smell of this step drives me wild and is like an aphrodisiac! My euphoria is heightening as I prepare the pit of hot rocks where I will dry my head as I mold it in order to keep the best shape I can. Finally I rub it down with ash as is required in the original rituals to prevent the avenging soul of my victim from escaping.no limits phone sex head

Fuck Me Like The Whore I Am!

Taboo Phone SexIt has taken a long time but I finally fund a man that gets me!

I love being fucked! Not just a little one on one wild fuck me sex. I want to be choked!

I want to be spit on and slapped! Tied up. Shackled and raped!

Let me know that you are a real man!

I am never going to be faithful to you so you might as well bring all your friends over and let me at them!

The more cocks stuffed in my sloppy loose cunt, the better!

I hate nice boys!

I want the passion that comes with the pain!

I will cry if you want me to but secretly, I love it!

Love hurts baby!

Cum on! Make me feel it!

 

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gangbang rape pornThe other day I came home from school and was alone all day and night. I kept getting strange feelings that someone was watching me. I was in the kitchen making dinner when all of the sudden I heard my front door open. I quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and went to see who it was. There were five men all dressed in black just staring at me. I grabbed the knife thinking I was going to protect myself, but that easily went away when I froze in fear. They knew the knife in my hand was all a bluff as well. They approached me and no matter how much noise I made, it only made them happier. My clothes were ripped to shreds as they took turns pounding my pussy. I was sprawled out on my kitchen floor trying to get them off. Nothing seemed to work. I regret having the knife once in my hand, because it only turned into a fun torture tool for them. I was counting the seconds until they stopped. I woke up from being passed out. I am bloody and sore, I wonder why they left my alive, maybe they are not done with me?

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sex karmaOne of my favorite things to do has always been to put on the scrubs I bought from the Salvation Army and hit the hospital. I love the halls that hold the terminally ill, the ones that have the bio hazard signs on the doors, the rooms that are high risk to enter and the halls that smell of rotting flesh while the feeling of despair hangs in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I would often sit in the corner of the room after turning off the morphine drip, waiting for the extreme pain to hit so that I can rub out a good hard orgasm as I listen to them moan in agony. There are a couple of rooms that have great nooks that I can hide in. Those particular rooms are used to perform medical procedures that aren’t generally performed in a normal room. I have been able to witness several invasive procedures in these rooms that not only brought me great pleasure but gave me intense material to share with others on medical fetish phone sex calls. One time especially comes to mind. When I walked into his room the smell of rotting flesh was so strong that it almost made me gag. And I don’t gag easy. I pulled back the sheet and saw a huge chunk of flesh that was swollen, red and infected. i knew the flesh was deteriorating from the inside out. I heard the footsteps and backed into my hiding place and as I watched the doctor inject the Novocaine my heart sunk. Why do they do this? I kept watching and when I saw the scalpel sink into the skin, I felt the moisture begin to build in my panties. Watching the spewing puss and chunks of flesh, the stench that the infection produced when released, all served to stir the darkness inside me and I started to cum. I had to cover my mouth to stop the moan of pleasure as the primal orgasm escaped my cunt. Medical fetishes are so complex……

Torture Sex to Make Her Scream

torture phone sexMaster loves to hear me scream. My pain is his pleasure. I have no clue what my latest offense was to him, but he pulled me out of bed. Dragged me across the carpets leaving rug burns all over my body. He strung me up to my shower rod, stripped what little clothing I had on off. He flicked his cigarette ashes on me to hear me whimper. He whipped me with a leather belt that had a huge belt buckle to hear me scream. He put hat pins through my nipples and clit to hear me scream louder. The entire time he was abusing my body, his cock was out of his pants and hard as a rock.

taboo phon sex funThe louder I screamed, the harder he got. Of course he had to take the abuse to a higher level. Master is always pushing my limits; attempting to find a higher level of pain that will make be scream louder than before. Every time he does this, I think there is nothing else he can do short of killing me that could make me scream louder than the last time. And every time I am wrong. Master held before my eyes a long sharp needle. At first I thought he was going to pierce my clit or my labia, even my nipples with it. In hindsight, I wished he had. He used a spreader bar to keep my legs apart. He then slowly inserted the needle into my pee hole. Not my pussy, but my urethra. The pain was worse than anything I had ever felt. I screamed bloody murder right before I passed out from the pain.

snuff pornI woke up still hanging from my shower rod. A metal instrument in my urethra. Bloodied and bruised pussy mound. Pins through each nipple and clit. And cum all over my face. Master nowhere in sight. I served my purpose as his torture sex doll. I know he will be back. He cannot get enough of my blood curling screams of pain.