Snuff Porn Week Kept Me Busy Killing and Filming

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It was a snuff porn week. I was feeling creative and sadistic. When I am in a Cecile B. DeMille mood, I must film the action. Even if I am the only one who sees my snuff flicks, I still capture the moment on film. The one I was the proudest of stared a young ingenue. Her first and last film. She was some drunk teen with a fake ID. She was in a Goth bar and way out of her element. This cute, petite blonde in a slinky dress and high heels stood out in a Goth bar. She was not rude or condescending like most girls her type. She was just wanting to party. I told her I was going to this cool party and took her to my kill shack instead. Took her awhile to realize there was no party and she was going to be a snuff sex victim. The drink I made her was spiked. She had this look of fear on her face when she realized I meant her harm. Silly rabbit. Never trust a Goth chick.

I tied her to a St Andrew’s cross. She was naked. Her lean body made her look even younger than she was. Tiny body. No tits. Bald cunt. A P man’s dream cum true. I whipped her like she was my nigger slave. I tore the flesh off her body with the force of my whip. She woke up screaming like a banshee.  I was filming it all. The real fear of a girl is what turns me on. It is what makes a snuff film too. Men would pay good money for this film. I stopped whipping her so I could impale her cunt with a huge baseball bat looking dildo. It was a double-sided dildo, but it was all for her holes. I used it on her cunt and ass simultaneously. Hours of torture sex before I slit her throat and watched her bleed out. The only thing missing was you.

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