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Snuff Movies Can be Inspired by Hollywood Horror Films

snuff moviesI am a snuff movies and chill kind of girl. I do not watch sappy ass chick flicks or romance movies. I need violence and gore. I was told this new horror film Terrifier 2 was so disturbing that people were puking and leaving the theater. I knew it was not a snuff flick. I also knew it would not be as violent as anything I have done before too. It was a Hollywood movie. Special effects might be gory, but no way this film would be too violent for me, however. I have yet to see a film too violent for me. I don’t think anything could be too violent for me. I have made some pretty gory snuff porn in my life too. I went to see this film knowing the movie would not be as good as the hype. Terrifier 2 was good, but it was not too gory for me. Art the Clown may be my spirit animal though. He just hates all people, and he is brutal as fuck. He gave me some inspiration for my next kills. I mean this killer clown castrated a dude. He poured acid on women’s faces. He dismembered folks. He even gutted his victims and pulled out their beating harts and ate them. His is a sick mother fucker. Right up my alley, but Art the Clown is fiction. Venus the Bitch, is all real folks. I decided to get some acid. I mean it would be fun to disfigure some stuck up cunt who thinks her looks alone will get her by in life. I was all set to use the acid on this dumb cunt I saw, when a fucking jack ass thwarted me. I decided I would fuck him up, but I wanted to put the acid on his cock not his face. I made him think I was going to blow him in the parking lot. As if I would ever blow some tool in a parking lot, but it got his pants down.  I tossed the acid on his worthless junk, and it was better than castration phone sex! I mean the flesh burned off his cock and balls. It was like his junk was melting. He passed out and went into shock. I poured more on him for shits and giggles and watched his body turn into a pile of mush. I have a taste for a new level of sick torture now.

Ass Rape Porn Nights Just Get More Brutal Every time

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn night for me. You would think my ass could handle just about anything these days, but it gets harder and harder to take the anal abuse my stepson inflicts the older I get. I am his cash cow. He is my supplier too. He knows how to get me to do whatever he wants. He had it all planned out last night too. I arrived 30 minutes after he summoned me. I had a sense of dread going to his place, because he just gets more and more brutal with each live stream. When I arrived, there were a couple chicks there with him. I thought for a moment I got to be the accomplice, but that was not his plan. When it comes to anal torture sex, women are far more brutal. I did not want to be there with them. But I have no choice. My stepson has so much blackmail material on me. I cannot fight him. A couple times a week, we do these brutal live streams. He gets money. I get coke and a mutilated ass.  The women started off nice. Well, nicer than most, but the higher they got the more brutal they became. I had all sorts of things shoved up my ass. It started with dildos. All sorts of big dildos. That was followed by fists. Then came the baseball bat and the rolling pin. Things not designed for the ass were going up my ass. That is nothing new. But they put a cattle prod in my ass and started cranking up the voltage until I could smell my own burning flesh. I cried from the pain. I was pissing myself too. The viewers loved it though. Sadly, for me and my ass, it was the biggest tipping moment from my snuff porn. Guys love to see a soccer mom get annually abused. Do you?

Murder phone sex Fantasies are a gift

Murder phone sex FantasiesI frequently have Murder phone sex Fantasies. Maybe it’s because my life is so hard being the slave of these horrible men, but the sweet release of a bloody, grim, horrifying demise seems alluring instead of scary. I dream of it often, laying there while my abused cunt is sore and bleeding from the recent reaming or torture session, hoping that somehow the bleeding doesn’t stop and I simply cease to exist. I want to die, I want to be killed, I want tomorrow to never come and I always get my hopes up whenever I feel a new pain or something breaks inside while they fuck my black ass rough and hard and raw. It’s fun for them, subjecting me to Mutilation phone sex, turning their domestic late-night ‘snack’ of a whore into something worse just because I didn’t have the power to fight back or the will to run away. The windows are open, the door is right there, but I can’t move. I never can, and anytime I think of it one of them comes around the corner with some new guy and they pull me back down to hell one nasty fuck, one horrifying cut, one bloody scream at a time. I know they eventually plan to let me die, when I’ve become too used, too worthless, too abused and lifeless. I just hope it’s soon, that maybe they underestimate what I have left and end it too soon. I want to still be here to choke on my blood, I still want to remember my bastard crack whore husband when I breathe my last breath and collapse onto the floor in a puddle of was and potential. I need to go out quickly, to be used for Snuff porn, and somehow I get my hopes up every single time someone calls, hoping that it’s going to be the guy that pays enough for them to do just that…

Torture sex and Halloween go hand and hand

Torture sexHalloween has the perfect ambiance for Torture sex. It is a sadistic slut’s hunting ground, and I cannot wait to catch my pry! All these tiny whores are using it as a reason to dress like the little whores they are, exposing all the skin that I want to slowly peel off their bones. Little do they know their temptations are nothing compared to my innate need to tie a whore down and torture her slowly all night long.

You see the screams will echo around us, but no one will be there to save her. I will tie her down and start by lighting a knife with my blow torch. I want to force that red-hot blade it up her cunt and hear it sizzle as it burns her from the inside. The smell of her pussy cooking is intoxicating. I pull that sharp blade out and hear it slice through her walls, blood squirting out everywhere.

Knife play phone sexThis is just the beginning I am going to take my time slicing and stabbing this dirty whore while telling her that her life is now mine. With each stab, punch, and or hit I see her get weaker. I’m covered in her blood and the feeling of her life force covering my body makes this all the more enjoyable. Her pretty blond hair now red and soaked with blood. I know I look crazed, but I know I will fit in. After all Halloween is the day of the dead. After I watch as she takes her last breath, I realize the night is still young. I think I’m going out to find me a young hard dick to torture. I won’t get cleaned up; I can savor my kill. No one will notice that this blood covering me is real!

Torture Sex and Castration Fun with a Pathetic Tinkerbell

torture sexI am known as a torture sex bitch. So, when this little caged sissy called me, I was shocked at first. I am not a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore sadistic bitch into inflicting real pain. I specialize in cock and ball torture; I even go as far as to castrate losers. It does not take much to get me to mutilate your sex organs. I thrive on it. I knew this little sissy bitch had a death wish to call me and send me these shameful pictures. I mean who in their right mind would send me these pics and think I would not use them for nefarious purposes?  I am not some GFE babe or a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore castration phone sex bitch. I take men’s’ balls for looking at me funny. Look at this pathetic loser? She did this to herself, so you can imagine what I would do to her.  I castrated this sissy bitch, but only after and hour of tortuous foreplay that was pure pleasure for me.

castration phone sexThis little Goth sissy is what I would call self-ware. She did not call me for sissy training. She is a pain slut.  Likely born in the wrong body because she had a clit not dick. I called her Tinkerbell because her little cock cage made a ringing sound, and Tinkerbell is a good sissy faggot name. At least she was smart enough to know she was not calling a traditional sissy trainer. I am a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. I tortured that little Tinkerbell. She even helped in her own torture. She has an electric wand that shocks the body. It is akin to a cattle prod. Of course, I had her kick it up many notches beyond her comfort zone because that is what I do. I push pain tolerances. I make worthless tinkerbells beg for mercy. I find the pain threshold and push right past it. I do not get many pathetic pansy sissies calling me, but when I do, I castrate the losers and torture their shrinky dinks.

Castration Phone Sex with Sadistic Bitch Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is among the most fun a sick bitch like me can have. I remove junk for all sorts of reasons. My parents and grandfather did not raise me to roll over for any man who looks at me twice. Just the opposite. They raised me to be an independent woman who does not need the attention or support of any man. I have no time for the kind of men my family warned me about. As I age, I realize the group of self-entitled men who think women are just props for them has grown, not dwindled. I am evening the score. Avenging women who are not as strong and independent as me. I get wind of where predators hang out and I dupe them. I do not look like the type who attracts the shallow men looking to explore their rape phone sex fantasies, but I am a chameleon with my looks. I dress up, don a blonde wig and act dumb and unsuspecting and the predators flock to me. At this hotel bar, the predator was the bartender. He has been spiking the drinks of women staying at the hotel alone and getting their room numbers when they bill a nightcap to their room. He has a master key of some sort and comes into their room once the roofie kicks in. You cannot outsmart this sadistic bitch. I was waiting for the pervert with my big knife. When he crawled into my hotel bed, I sprayed him with mace and handcuffed him to the bed. As I suspected, a little dick no one would miss but him. Why is it that I can count on the sexual predators of the world to have shrimp dicks? I thought about the torture sex pleasure I would get if I took his stump of a cock too, but I opted for just his worthless nuggets. This way he will never get an erection again. That means his days of forcing his pathetic nub on women are gone.  Another predator bites the dust.

 Snuff Sex Fuck Bimbo Geneva

Bimbo sluts like me are really one of those dime a dozen sort of things. Honestly this makes for perfect snuff sex situations. All of us Instagram sluts whoring ourselves with selfies and duck lips. I can’t help it I live to have a body that men want to tear up.

Oh, I am not speaking lightly about tear up either, fuck I mean this pretty damned literally. I have silicone titties, a Botox face and a cunt that get destroyed and resewn regularly. This is my life as a pain slut and worthless cunt whore. Many guys know how to put me in my place and I bet you do as well.

The other night I was just getting a lift ride and ended up in the middle of a gangbang with the lyft driver’s thug friends. They try to grab the hot sluts when they request and take up to a crack house. I was shot up with heroine and used recklessly my a dozen big cocks. This is what happens to me even when I try to play it safe. I’m a fuck whore disposable cunt.

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 Evil Phone Sex a Thrill for a Kill

I’m your Evil Phone Sex Goddess, Morticia. These inner sinner desires are like tapping the vein. Your urges flow through and course through your cellular structure like you DNA. These inner defaults to sex and violence and murder are your programming. I will short out the kill switch of any piece of worthless ass.

I haven’t the patience to deal with some guy that doesn’t understand his lust for destroying little cunts, or fileting penises of tender vittles. My style is all about pleasure, gruesome animalistic pleasure like a predator with their kill, or prey.

Let us Prey pervert sick fuck and find the next one for our alter. I am menstruating right now and that brings out the super bitch goddess in me that wants to destroy men, boys or anything with a penis. So be aware that you just might be the one on my chopping block!

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Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!