You crave to hear the screams and pleas as much as I do, and I’ve got a new victim for us to taunt and torture. When I picked this one up, she was selling some shit for her school, how cute is that? I made it seem like I was interested in whatever crap she was selling then I knocked her out with one hard hit to the head. Now I’ve got her out here in the middle of nowhere so not a single person can hear her screams and cries for help. Well, except us of course, but we love it! She isn’t going to love any of this at all! I can see the fear in her eyes as she cries and begs to be let go. “Please I’ll do anything!” and “Please don’t hurt me, I’m a good girl!” Ha, no you WERE a good girl we are about to make you a very bad girl and it’s going to hurt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. But I certainly don’t tell them that, I want them to think they have a chance of surviving for a bit, just so they do what I tell them with minimum resistance. This lil fucking cunt though, must have thought she was something special or some shit! She begged me not to kill her because “I have so much going for me, I’m going to do big things in the world.” Um, no bitch you are nothing! Nothing but a lil whore for my amusement and pleasure. And that’s when I cut her throat, but not enough to kill her quite yet, but enough for her to know she wasn’t going to be making it. I rub my pussy as you fuck her in all her lil virgin holes, laugh in her face as she cries, and punish her with my piss and shit when she becomes a little too squirmy. Her time is coming to the end, and I have no idea how I want to off this slut…the more blood the better right?
Tag: Bloody Phone Sex
I’ve got a new victim
Castration Phone Sex with Sin and Venus
Sometimes I have a victim that is either so annoying, I need to enlist the help of a sexy sadistic accomplice to double the pain. Sin was perfect. Sexy, seductive and sadistic. The perfect accomplice for my snuff pig. He wants to be castrated. In fact he paid me good money to take his worthless pecker, however, when I actually tried to chop of his useless appendage, he got cold feet. Told me I could keep the money, but wanted to call the whole deal off. It doesn’t work that way. You pay me for a service, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you change your mind. A deal is a deal. I was castrating that snuff pig.
When I told Sin about his cold feet, she agreed his dick needed to be gone yesterday. We hatched a plan together. I broke in to his house, drugged him, wrapped him in a garbage bag and brought him to Sin’s dungeon where she awaited us with a variety of cock and ball torture devices. She is an expert in bondage and CBT. She dressed him in this leather masochistic outfit, exposing his balls. We teased and ridiculed him for hours first. A little CBT was like foreplay. Sin put mousetraps all over his cock and balls, while I squirted Ben-Gay down his urethra and fucked his pee hole with a long sharp needle. Snuff Pig was howling in pain. You try to wiggle out of a deal with me, better be ready to handle some pain. No one backs out of a deal with Venus. And if they do, Sin is there to help me teach them a valuable lesson.
As much as I got off on torturing his pathetic dick, it was time to get rid of his junk. Losers shouldn’t have their peckers anyway. I was doing the world a favor by ensuring this loser would never be able to procreate. I let Sin take his balls for her collection. She has a hundred or so shrunken or flattened balls in mason jars in her basement. A little trophy of her kills and tortures. She got out a huge mallet and smashed his testicles. No warning. Just smashed them flat. Busted each nut, then cut them off. I got out my big knife, put it to his throat, and whispered, “Say goodbye to your little friend.” Then I chopped it right off. Blood was spraying on Sin’s walls, but she was laughing. She said Mr. Snuff Pig could clean his mess up once he stopped bleeding everywhere. Sin took her soldering iron to the bloody stump between his legs to cauterize the wound. He was a crying, sobbing, bloody mess. Oh and a dickless one at that.
Sin made him clean up his bloody mess with his tongue while we sat back and enjoyed some red wine. I love castrating men. So never fear. If you want me to take your junk, but afraid you can’t go through with it, I will take it regardless. Pathetic losers don’t deserve their genitals.
Unwanted Extras
I am a firm believer in only buying and having what you absolutely need in your life, everything else is a waste. One thing that I do not need in my life are the testicles of any man. Why would I ever need them? I do not want offspring, could you imagine? HA! I do not have sex unless there is some degree of pain involved and then the act is about Me, not him, so again, they are not needed. They are just unwanted extras. Things to be eradicated from My life and sight.
I think it is one of My most important tasks that I have been put on this earth to do. Just think of how freeing it would be for you to not have to worry about getting someone pregnant, or having sex at all for that matter. I also love to take the hands on approach to omitting them from your body. Of course there are surgical procedures, anesthesia, or even numbing creams, to Me none of them are necessary.
For Me using My very own teeth, jaw pressure, with just a touch of sharpened finger nails add just that right personal touch. I am sure it will be beyond painful for you, which is a good thing. For Me it will be pure joy as I thrash My head side to side with your thin skin ripping from beneath your cock to release the treasure that I am after. And who wouldn’t want My mouth near their cocks? Even if it is to castrate you in one of the most terrifying way possible.
Tell Me A Story
I want you to tell me a story. Not so I can hold the information against you but to make me wet. I want to hear about your deepest, darkest, nastiest, bloodiest secret. I don’t care if you have actually done it, or just think about doing it, I want to know. Maybe it involves someone young, or your ex-wife, or some bitch at work. I don’t care. I want to hear about what you do to them, how you cause them pain way beyond what can be felt with the flesh.
I want to hear about how you keep them, torture them, make them scream or moan. How you play mind games with them, or leave trinkets from their missing loved ones. I want to know about trophy’s you have kept, did you get off on them? Or is it more of a satisfaction of a job well done.
Are you proficient at what you do, or are you progressing with each piece of shit you see fit to train or do away with? I honestly want to know. Think of me as your priest, except I cannot give you forgiveness, but of course you aren’t looking for forgiveness…are you?
Pain Whore
He made me stand in front of him. I could see the video camera rolling behind him. He told me to strip. I did. I always do everything he tells me to. He has control of my mind because he controls the pleasure in my body. He controls it with pain. He always toys with me by asking me what I would like to do. He doesn’t really care, its just a cat toying with a mouse. His way of showing me that my thoughts don’t matter. He tells me to get the club with the blades on the end. My favorite.

I see his cock rise as he imagines the blood that will soon flow from my pussy. His voice is kind and quiet, but his thoughts and desires are as dark and evil as can be had. He tells me to put the club on the floor and squat over it. He watches calmly, stroking his cock slowly. I squat over the club and all the sharp blades. I can feel the cold steel licking at my pussy lips. I want to feel the cold fire that they cause when they slice through my cunt. He knows I want it, and he makes me wait.

My legs are trembling, as I hover over the pleasure he controls. He tells me to look into the camera and beg him for what I need. I am a fuckpig whore and I cannot help myself. I look at the camera and beg to feel the blades cut me. Tears run down my cheeks, not from fear, but from love, for this man who can give me everything I need. He wants to witness my mutilation, and I want to feel the release of my life blood all over the dirty floor. I finish begging to the camera and I look at him one last time. He simply nods, and I know that I can now drop down and split myself open. The pain is so sharp and sudden that my scream is silent. As the room goes dark, I see him cumming into the air…
Mutilation Phone Sex: Tough Love Venus Style
I hate a stupid bitch. Especially the kind that whores herself out to married or otherwise taken men. If they cheated with you, they will cheat on you. Sometimes a bitch just needs a hard lesson. I love giving wakeup calls to stupid cunts. Sandra is a cute girl next door type. In fact, she is my girl next door. She has been my neighbor for a few years now and it’s a parade of bad boys in and out of her apartment on a regular basis. Every time some taken loser doesn’t leave his current clueless cunt for her, she cries on my shoulder. I am not really a sympathetic type. If I tell you to stop fucking assholes committed to other women and you don’t, well it’s time for some tough love, Venus style.
Sandra showed up on my doorstep after married loser number 142 dumped her. So, I tied her to my bed, got out my big ass knife and carved a reminder into her flesh. “He doesn’t love you,” I cut into her skin. She was screaming in pain; yelling how could I do this to her? Like I was the bad guy. I’ve given her hours of free counsel which she has ignored. “Tough love bitch,” is what I told her. I carved “worthless” right about her pussy too. If you keep fucking losers, and have ignored sound advice, you are not only a stupid cunt, but a worthless one too.
I had fun torturing the bitch. I have no tolerance for stupidity. And if you keep repeating the same mistake, that is the epitome of stupidity. I even sliced her clit and cut her worthless nipples off. Mutilated girl parts might help her think twice before giving some loser access to her pussy again. Sometimes women just need a little help to recognize they deserve better. I told her if I see another married jagoff leaving her apartment, I was sewing her cunt shut. Just like I will castrate your cock if you can’t use it properly. I’m helpful that way
Ass Rape Porn Shoot: The Seedy Life of a Drug Addicted Soccer Mom
My fondness for nose candy gets me into some rather painful situations, like ass rape porn shoots. I needed money quick. Blizzards all over the US with extreme temperatures mean I may not be able to get my party supplies as quickly as I want. So, I needed a large sum of money to purchase a quantity that would last me more than a few days. I know this sick underground porn director. He only does hardcore shit-ass rape porn, snuff, torture, scat, four legged friends… He was making a film about the butt rape porn fantasy of a soccer mom. I was perfect for this project. I needed the money for cocaine, but my ass paid a mighty price for my addiction.
I was the only female in the movie. There were over 50 male co-stars. All of which violated my asshole on film. The movie began with an innocent soccer mom curious about anal sex. I started masturbating my ass with a dildo, but realized I needed something more, something bigger, something throbbing, so I went to a frat house and begged to be anally gang banged. I would never beg to have my ass tortured repeatedly like that, but guys pay good money to see a suburban housewife and mommy have her ass ruined. When it was just one cock at a time ramming in and out of my ass, I was okay, but when the director started ordering the guys to take my ass two, three, even more at a time, I was screaming in pain. My ass was bleeding. In fact it was gaping open so much, the men could get several fists up my ass at once. And they did that and more. Baseball bats, wine bottles, feet, aerosol cans, rolling pins….anything thick and long they could cram up my ass, they did.
The camera caught my screams, my fear, my humiliation. I had to suck my blood and shit off of cocks and foreign objects. I had to take copious amounts of cum. In fact I was forced to shit the cum out of my ass and lick it off the floor like a dirty animal. By the time the movie wrapped, I suffered a complete anal prolapse. My anus was outside my ass instead of inside. I couldn’t sit or wear jeans. Blood covered my thighs, my ass was black and blue, I was so weak I had to crawl to my car. Then I couldn’t sit to drive. But I had $500 cash in my purse, and my dealer was going to meet me at my place. Didn’t matter that my ass was forever ruined.
What kinky, taboo, nasty things would you do to my ass?
Nasty Snuff Porn Teen Toni LOVES to Torture Young Victims
A lot of snuff porn teens are faking it, but I’m the real thing. With me, it’s not just a morbid curiosity-it’s a legitimate fetish. Seeing the gore, tasting the blood, and hearing the screams is what I live for. Honestly I can’t cum at all now without some form of violence being involved.
What I really like to do is go out and find a nice, young play thing. Doesn’t matter to me whether their a boy or a girl, all that matters is that they’re helpless and alone. Once I have them I just take them back to whoever I’m fucking that day and then together we decide our victims fate.
My victims rarely live so I’ll never get caught. Even when they do live, there isn’t much left to them at all. Either their brains are too damaged or they’re too traumatized to talk, but even so I don’t take unnecessary chances. If I know ahead of time that I want to let them live I make sure that my accomplice and I both wear masks or disguises of some sort. I’ve worn blonde wigs, sunglasses, and things as cliche as black ski masks to protect my identity.
Don’t think for a second that I let them live because I’m merciful either. I don’t! The only reason I let those stupid bitches live is so they can suffer more. For them dying would be too easy, the real torture would be having to continue their worthless, pathetic lives in the state I left them in.
Random Acts Of Kindness… Right…
I saw the biggest and fattest bitch today. I mean damn! She would make a rhino feel skinny. Any way Big Daddy told me he wasn’t working today. Something about Random Acts of Kindness day bullshit. This nigga ain’t nice what the fuck is he gonna do? Help a old bitch across the street?
Anyway I realized if Big Daddy was gonna be nice today then I will be nice too. But then I saw that cow and I just got so angry. How the fuck can one person get so god damn big? Anyway Fatty was going to be my act of kindness. She was riding around in her scooter that her fat piled over and she could barley squeeze herself out of her door. I fallowed her to the dumpster and offered to help her. This bitch was out of breath riding in a scooter.
Anyway I fallowed her back into her house and one we were there I turned off her scooter. HAHAHA. I grabbed her fat arm and jiggled it. I told her she needed to go on a diet. All I heard was her blah blah blah. I ran to my place and grabbed some diet pills. Well they weren’t diet pills but laxatives. I figured it would be kind to help her lose weight. Even if I had to make her shit herself to death she would have lost some weight.
Well while I was shoving these pills down this fat cunts throat I noticed one of those Electric knives… I giggled with pleasure as my pussy got wet. I grabbed it and started getting closer and closer to the fat whore. She tried to get away but she just flipped her chair over on her big fat leg. She couldn’t get it off herself. I kept laughing. I told her that If I cut a little off the sides of her legs she would be able to move. But then her top half would look funny too. I started hacking and cutting off pieces of her arm fat, watching it jiggle against the blades. Then the damn knife stopped. It got jammed with all her fat . Ugh this bitch smelled like death and she wasn’t even dead yet. She did however lose about 20 pounds.. I was proud of the random act of kindness I did today. I wonder what Big Daddy did.
Paying it Forward with Venus: Practicing Random Acts of Kindness
Today is Random Acts of Kindness Day, actually it is for the whole week. I decided to pay it forward, help those in need. First random act: help a poor Catholic school girl with her religious education. She called me a freak, so clearly she has forgotten her Bible verses like do onto others. I love tutoring and being a mentor. I think teaching is one of the truly selfless professions. I sat down with this particular school girl and assisted her with her Catechisms. As she recited them, I fucked her tight little virgin cunnie with a cross while I recited the Lord’s Prayer. She needed reminded how much Jesus loved her. Blood squirted out her pink pussy, but I held her down and kept fucking her whore twat until she said knew her catechisms by heart. Her devotion to God was overwhelming. We all stray off the path of righteousness every now and then. Perhaps I missed my calling. I’d make a hell of a Sunday School teacher.
Second random act: assisted suicide of two very ill girls. They suffered from narcissistic asshole syndrome. Folks who can aid the weak and feeble minded end their worthless lives are so very courageous. Saints actually. I am no saint, but I can recognize a cry for help when I see one. So when these two young twats started spewing obscenities and hate towards me over a parking space at the mall, I knew they clearly wanted to die. I followed them back to their home, forced myself in, and slit their wrists with a razor blade. They were obviously too sick to live, and too weak to kill themselves. I channeled Dr. Kevorkian, cut deep enough to hit an artery, and let them bleed out peacefully in their bathtub as to not leave a mess for their family. Thank goodness for answered prayers and random acts of kindness.
Third random act: assist an old man getting rid of the source of much turmoil in his life. Some of us have trouble getting rid of the negative energy in our lives. Trouble letting go of someone or something we love very much, but is simply no good for us. I helped this man recognize how much better his life could be without the evil that resided between his legs. You see he was born with a demon instead of a penis. This demon made him do very bad things to women and little boys, even animals. He lacked the strength, like many do, to part ways with the negative force in his life, so I helped him. I sat him down and had a come to Jesus talk with him about the nasty, troublesome appendage in his life. Then, I hacked his penis right off, and fed it to his dog. Blood spurted out all over the wall and floor, but that is a small price to pay for a new beginning. He will clearly be a better person without the this negative force in his life. And, I feel so much better having been able to help him become a better man. As Sir Paul wrote, “We get by with a little help from our friends.”
Life is just too short not to help those in need. I am not Mother Theresa, but I recognize a cry for help when I see one. I’m just so glad my parents raised me with a do onto others attitude in life, otherwise so many more poor souls would be lost. How can I help you become a better person?




















