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Snuff sex made me almost meet my end but I survived

Snuff sex Snuff sex can be brutal. I watched my Master Daddy hook up with some giggling little tart, super young and dumb. She thought she was special, that he would spoil her. But really, she walked into the predators trap.

As he rammed that tight, wet cunt, I knew my role.

I had to serve as his accomplice, to suffocate whatever air was left in that brat’s lungs so Daddy could focus solely on his pleasure.

So I grabbed her little neck and squeezed until her windpipe began to break. She was suffocating by my hands, and Master Daddy loved it. And I couldn’t stop, I had to keep going.

The little bitch’s eyes bulged, her face turning a sickly shade of purple as she clawed at me but it was totally useless. I choked her even harder, milking every drop of her life force until finally, with a strangled gurgle, she went limp.

He pulled out his cock and made it explode down my throat. I felt like I was drowning in his cum. I was his good girl for doing what I was told and he said if I didn’t choke her out like that he would have done it to me because I’m his Torture sex slave and he can do whatever he wants with whores like me.

 

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Excite Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems perfect for a self-proclaimed gore whore. I grew up watching horror movies and gaining a strong affinity for bloody massacres. What can I say? I’m very visceral. I respond positively to the sight of blood. I love the feel of it. And I like the taste of it too.

Perhaps you could call me a vampire. I do love blood. Plus, I have the most fun after midnight. And summer is here so that means the bars become packed with college fuckers home for summer break. For the most part, I find the college boys and girls vapid and rabid. I don’t mean literally rabid.

But I think most people understand that college boys and girls are among the meanest folks around. Self-entitled mean girl behavior never gets rewarded. In fact, with me, it makes you a target. A target of my wrath. And I thought she might make a perfect snuff porn star.

As a Gore Whore I Love a Bloody Massacre

Last night I met a vapid and very rabid coed. I tried to blend in looking less Goth like and more normal. I sat at the bar, watching these bitches in action. And I took personal offense to this blonde prissy bitch who started body shaming other girls in the bar. She’s nothing more than a bully. And she needed to die.

So, I spiked her drink and acted like her Uber driver. I read rooms extremely well. So, I knew she did not come with anybody. That seemed part of the problem. She lacked a wolf pack. So, I acted like her Uber driver and took her to my kill shack in the woods. Although during Covid, I built an underground dungeon extension to my house with a tunnel that leads out into the middle of the woods. I like to use this shack in the woods when I’m going to make a bloody mess.

The drugs kicked in during the Uber ride, and she passed out in the back of my car. Woke up, stripped naked and tied to a wood table. This cabin my grandfather left me looks primitive like the cabin in the Evil Dead movies. When this girl woke up, she immediately started spewing her bullshit.

So, I told her she was about to meet her maker. I can’t tolerate bad behavior. Perhaps it’s safe to call me a vigilante. I just possess a very low threshold for what I will kill for. And body shaming some woman publicly in a bar earned her the right to die.

Some Folks Deserve to Die, So I Make it Happen

Normally, I would prolong the torture sex. That’s part of the fun for me not just the bloody mess that happens afterwards. But everything that leads up to that bloody massacre, I enjoy too. However, her shrill voice annoyed the fuck out of me. I put duct tape over her mouth, but I could still hear her. So, I ended up cutting the torture part short and plunging my knife right into her belly button. And I pulled that knife all the way up to her sternum and watched her die as I held her entrails in my hands. I like to cut a bitch because it creates a bloody mess.

I hosed off her DNA. But I know one of those medical black lights will catch the blood splatter. These floors may look clean, but they’re all saturated with the blood of my victims over the decades. But the only thing ever left behind is a little DNA. Because I dragged her body out to the woods and let nature serve as my accomplices. Some folks just deserve to die. And that bitch was one of them.

Men Need Female Accomplice Phone Sex Partners

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners like me help men get those tight young pussies they want. Women seem less threatening to young girls. We can get closer to them than men. For some reason young girls lack stranger danger for women like they do men. And that bodes well for me.

I want to help men fuck young pussy. Just like I helped my former master get all the young cunt he could handle. Originally, I didn’t like being put in that position. And I felt affinity for these girls. However, I also felt a strong desire to break free from the chains of servitude. And to do that, I needed to bring my master 100 young pussies to fuck. It took a few years to get that many, but I finally did. And now I’m a free agent. Not owned by anyone. And I flipped my own script. I went from submissive slut to accomplice.

Behind Every Perverted Man is a Woman Who Made Him That Way

And I became a teen rape porn filmmaker with the kidnapped girls I took for men like you. Mike and I went hunting last week for the perfect girl. We walked around the mall for hours until he spotted the one that made his dick super hard. A cute young girl. Honestly, I saw the attraction. That sweet innocence made her attractive to us. And for a moment, I felt bad because I knew that innocence would disappear within a few minutes of meeting my client.

So, I lured her way easily and brought her to Mike’s place. And he waited for her naked. As soon as she saw a naked older man, she began to panic. And I looked her in the eyes, and I told her to never trust a woman either. Behind every perverted man who enjoys young girls is a woman who helped make him that way. I pushed her down on his dick, forcing her to suck his cock. Why waste time. Clearly Mike wanted to fuck her. And he paid me to help him. Not only did I lure her away, but I helped him fuck her and filmed it too.

Men Need Female Accomplices Because We Appear Less Threatening

By the amount of blood that spilled from her young cunt, we both knew he popped her cherry. She cried and begged for her mommy. And I almost felt bad for her. Then I remembered how much Mike paid me and I felt less guilty. He ravaged her pussy and her ass. And I could tell it hurt. But I got it all on film. It will make a nice ass rape porn. Not sure if I will keep it for my spank bank or if I will upload it on the dark net. Either way we made a great movie.

However, the girl did not survive. We did not intend to make a snuff flick. But accidents happen. Men go a little crazy sometimes when they finally get that young pussy they crave. But as the accomplice, I took care of the cleanup and the disposal of the body. We put her body in the trunk of my car. But I disposed of her body three counties over.

And I took dark roads to avoid any street cameras. I buried her deep in the woods. I doubt anybody will find her. Unless of course they see our little homemade movie on the dark net. Then they might think she fell prey to a sex trafficking ring. As your accomplice, I take care of finding you the right little playmate. And I dispose of her too. Dead girls can’t send you to prison.

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Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Knife Play Phone Sex fantasies you want to take out on me!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex fantasies you want to take out on me.

Capture me in the dead of night and force me to do whatever you want by holding a knife to my throat.

Threaten me with slashing my neck open if I don’t open my legs and let you fuck me raw.

Force me to be your sex slave.

Hold a dagger to my pussy lips, and if I don’t suck your cock all the way down to the balls, then my lips get slashed off!

You better have knives ready to be used on my nipples,

Make me absolutely scared of you.

You’re an evil mother fucker who should take his anger and hatred out on me, I deserve it.

Make me a good little knife slut for you! 

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Sex With Dead Bodies Always Make You Cum

Sex with bodiesLet me watch you have Sex with dead bodies, playing with my swollen clit as I watch you slowly stroke the lifeless whore underneath you; her legs are like dead weight on your shoulders. 

That doesn’t stop you from thrusting fast and hard in her soulless body; you can maneuver her body in any way you want; she is still warm so rigormortis hasn’t set in just yet. 

Staring in her blank eyes, pinching and twisting her long nipples, admiring the strangulation marks on her throat, sliding that fat dick in her dry asshole. 

Ripping her shit hole open as you hammer her hole, rubbing her clit as if she feels anything, your knife goes to work as you fuck the body, slicing her tits, then down her abdomen you can’t take much more the sight of her blood has you on the brink of explosion, when her last movement shakes her body you explode inside the dead hole, 

Now it’s time to dismember the body and get rid of it. A drum of acid waits nearby to peel every piece of flesh off her body; the only question left is where do you put the bones?

Snuff Porn Video Casting Call for The Best Role

When I stumbled upon an advertisement for Snuff Porn, my cunt got wet. Therefore, I walked into the warehouse with my tight, round ass and firm, perky tits on full display.
Consequently, I knew I looked perfect for this casting call. My name is Geneva, and I was desperate to make it big in extreme porn. The money they offered was insane.
Furthermore, the director explained that it was a snuff film titled “Beheaded and Anally Ruined.” Undeniably, my pussy clenched at the thought of being the star. Of course, I have watched plenty of snuff and knew exactly what I was getting into. So, the idea of my final moments being captured on film made me wet.
Subsequently, I stripped down and bent over the casting couch. My round ass stuck up in the air, and I wiggled it for the camera. Oh, how my tight little shithole twitched in anticipation. Next, the lead actor, Assbuster, approached with his massive cock already hard and leaking.
Moreover, he didn’t bother with lube or foreplay. In fact, he rammed his ten-inch shaft balls-deep into my dry asshole. Consequently, I screamed as my tight ring tore open around his thickness. Oh, the pain was exquisite, and I pushed back against him like a good Ass rape porn whore.
Meanwhile, he wrapped a leather belt around my throat and pulled it tight. Quickly, my airway closed off, and my vision blurred. Now, my asshole clenched around his cock as I struggled. Every thrust drove him deeper into my guts.

“Ready for your Snuff Porn close-up?” the director whispered.

Additionally, I felt the belt loosen. I gasped for air, and then the cleaver came down. ultimately, cold steel sliced through my neck. Therefore, my head tumbled from my shoulders, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Then, the orgasm hit me in my final seconds. So, my headless body spasmed, and my asshole milked Assbusters cock.
Next, my bowels released around his shaft as death claimed me. Now, my firm tits jiggled with my death throes while my round ass quivered and danced on his cock.
Finally, I died with a cock buried in my shithole, just like I wanted.
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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come Alive with the Right Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasiesYou can admit your murder phone sex fantasies to me. I have them too. And I have them in droves. Every day that passes, I meet some jackass or some cunt I want to slaughter. And sometimes I enjoy an accomplice for that or sometimes I’m doing it solo. However, yesterday I killed with my young protégé. I’m grooming her, but not for the reason most perverts would groom her. I’m grooming her to be the kind of girl who can get away with murder.

I see so much of myself in this young girl. Full of anger and promise. I just need to teach her how to harness that anger. Normally, when somebody shares a history with a person who ends up dead, that person with the shared history becomes a suspect. That’s why I advocate using surrogates when possible. But sometimes a person just needs to die that much

This douche bag from her school deserved killer phone sex maybe even more than anybody else I’ve ever killed. My protégé told me about this boy from school who tortures animals, films it, and then shows it to a few classmates. Although I plan on going after the boy who enabled him, I wanted to focus on all my pain and rage out on this asshole perpetrator first.

Pick a Fair Fight Loser, Or Die

My protégé lured him to my cabin in the woods. She made it sound like they could torture animals together. Here’s the thing. I like animals more than people. When her classmates saw me, I think he realized he might be a goner. And that did seem to be my plan. I read him a list of his offenses and what I thought would be suitable punishment. We tortured him like he tortured animals. Plus, we filmed it and even live streamed his torture. The animal lovers and the folks with a conscience ate it up.

He deserved torture sex. And deserved the death that followed. We began with cutting his flesh, breaking his limbs, and sodomizing him with a jagged big dildo. The dildo from hell. This loser who could not pick a fair fight, died from blood loss. And hopefully pain too. I planned on dismembering him, but the loser died too quickly. I guess he can dish out the torture, but he can’t take it.

My brilliant protégé picked out a most deserving man. A man deserving of death and torture. In a poetic justice move, I fed him to the animals outside. It felt like they wanted to contribute to his death and torture. My protégé does hold a connection to this loser, so I protected her. And I covered my tracks well. Nobody will ever be able to prove she had anything to do with it. But I’m glad she agreed that anybody who tortures animals should get the death penalty. Of course, I want to be his executioner.

Cannibalism Phone Sex With A Side of Bitch Bone Stew

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex fantasies keep my darkest callers on my phones, hearing the stories of us kidnapping young demons making them the main course of the night. 

My last caller had a fantasy, a very sick and twisted fantasy where we went to a school yard and collected the ingredients for our feast. 

Two pretty young and tender ankle biters, when we get them back to the house, we violate all of their holes two times. 

Using dildos and butt plugs to stretch them out, their screams filled the room, we both are turned on to the max, once finished torturing their holes leaving them gaping. 

Suffocating both their small bodies, it was my turn to shine, fileting their small bodies, chopping their limbs off, dicing their bodies in cubes for a delicious stew filled with celery onions, potatoes and carrots. 

Hours later the flesh is nice and tender, I prepare my Master a huge bowl of bitch bone stew, rubbing my cunt as I watch daddy enjoy my delicious meal. 

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Men with Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Me Never Live

rape phone sex fantasiesMen who harbor rape phone sex fantasies for me never live. And if they do live, they live without their balls and sometimes even without their dicks. I think I spell it out very clearly in my blogs that I’m not some sex doll for you to use. I’m a dominant fucking bitch. And a sadistic one at that.

I’ve killed men for less than trying to force fuck me. Perhaps, you could say I possess Spider-Man senses. I always know when some pathetic little bitch boy tries to put something in my drink. Men never realize this, but they make a special kind of nail polish for women. And that nail polish changes colors when it encounters roofie drugs.

Of course, a woman invented that to keep other women safe. And in a way I’m a vigilante for women who I don’t even like. I’m not a clique kind of girl. So, I don’t really have a girl squad or anything. Perhaps you could say I’m equally mean to everyone. Something changed in the past year or so. Men feel more emblazoned to take what they want even when it’s not theirs to take.

Men Who Fantasize About Violating Me Never Live

Perhaps I just felt like killer phone sex. It didn’t take much this weekend for me to decide to kill a man. When I get in my murderous mood, I do my best to uphold a certain code. However, I am a less principled Dexter. I think even Dexter would agree Marcus deserved to die. Not only did I find Marcus on the brat offender list, but his rap sheet also appears to be at least a mile long. And it includes everything from armed robbery to drugs to sexual assault. Marcus might not have wronged me, but he rounded enough people to put him on my radar.

So, I hunted him this weekend and observed him in action. I observed a predator preying on drunk coeds. Now I’m not a fan of coeds in general. For the most part, they behave like rabid dogs. They would kill each other over a cute frat boy. Coeds seem self-absorbed, mean and shallow.

Marcus needed to go. Not necessarily because I wanted to champion drunk coeds. It’s just the principle of the matter. Taking advantage of drunk women, seems like a pussy move. Some men can only prey on women if they drug them because they can’t handle fighting a woman. My guess most women would neuter Marcus or at least punch him and kick him in the balls repeatedly trying to escape.

For Me, Its More About the Principle of the Matter. A Drugged Woman Does Not Equal a Fair Fight

I saw him putting something into a coed’s drink as I stood at the bar near them. So, I broke a glass to create a distraction and switched their drinks. Marcus became a sloppy drunk quickly, and I escorted him into my car and took him to my cabin in the woods where I mutilated his body. And tortured him for hours, eventually murdering him. But he deserved it. Actions have consequences.

When he woke up, he discovered himself naked, tied to a dining room table spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. And I told him what a dumb ass predator he was because he drank his own roofied drink. Even though I eventually killed this loser, he deserved castration phone sex first I wanted him to think he would survive, just without his balls. Perhaps you could say, I revoked his man card. He didn’t deserve his balls.

I am a Vigilante for Women I Despise

For hours, I carved up his flesh with various sharp instruments. I even carved off some of his flesh which I fed to my dogs and the wildlife nearby. Told you I’m a sick bitch. I enjoy torture. It feels empowering to torture a man like Marcus, who preys on the vulnerable. Honestly, my moral code does not appear close to Dexters. I didn’t really torture him and murder him to protect the future generation of women I could care less about. I hate vapid coeds. But I just felt like killing and torturing a man. And Marcus seemed the perfect mark.

Eventually, this predator died from the wounds I inflicted. And he died before I felt completely satisfied. Oops I did it again. Went a little too rough on him and killed him sooner than I wanted. But the wildlife behind my kill shack seemed excited for the food offering I gave them. Nature will always be the best accomplices when you need to get rid of a body. So, just remember, you can be my accomplice or my victim but if you try to make me your victim, you will be bear shit the next day.