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Snuff Phone Sex in the Snow is Entertainment for Me in a Blizzard

snuff phone sexThis snuff phone sex bitch found herself snowed in at her kill shack over the weekend. I went up to kill a sexual predator that I kidnapped. So at least I did not get snowed in alone. I brought somebody to play with me. And this man deserved to die. He prayed on my fellow Goth girls. Not all Goth girls seem as dominant and evil as me. But am I as evil as people think? I mean, I do take out the trash on a regular basis.

So incel type men likely view me as the devil incarnate. But many women view me as a hero. I drugged this guy Saturday night and brought him to my kill shack. It started snowing on the drive, but I didn’t want to take him home. I wanted to feed the coyotes and the bears. In this brutal winter I’m sure they struggle to find food. People think bears hibernate all winter and although they do find a place to hide, they still go out looking for food. And nature wins as the best accomplice for me.

Since I got snowed in, I found time for cock and ball torture sex. I mutilated this man’s junk. Originally, I planned on letting him live without his balls. At least that way he would never pray on another woman again. However, I wanted to feed the wilderness too. With enough blood loss in this extreme cold, he didn’t need to be completely dead when I tossed him out in my yard. He would lack the strength to get far in the middle of nowhere. The bears would smell his blood and attack.

If I Get Snowed In, I Want a Companion to Torture for Entertainment

So, I carved him up. Mutilated his cock by putting my knife in his pee hole and sliding it all the way down. I turned his dick into potato skins essentially. He cried like a bitch too. I gave him deep enough cuts, avoiding the arteries, so he would slowly bleed out. And by Monday, I hauled his ass out back and left him in the snow. And then I watched and waited with binoculars. Sort of like a macabre game. Would he survive? Doubtful. But at least I gave him a chance.

I watched him try to crawl in the snow. He left a blood trail. But he didn’t get far before I watched wolves tear him apart. Four hungry wolves, each grabbed a limb and pulled until just a torso laid dead in the snow. Each wolf got a limb. However, they left the rest of him. And about an hour or so later, I watched a bear finish him off. I assume he died from the blood loss after the wolves severed his limbs. But I like to think perhaps he still had a heartbeat as the bear devoured every ounce of him.

The sadistic phone sex bitch knows how to have fun in a blizzard. At least while snowbound, I entertained myself and fed the wildlife. All the while saving future women. Not all heroes wear capes.

Torture sex slave hangs there & we can do whatever you want

Torture sex slave hangs there, a helpless and exquisite decoration. I always pick the best toys for these depraved games. Her body is bound and completely helpless.

The chains she is in are tight enough; they cut into her delicate skin.Torture sex

The noose around her slender throat is just tight enough to remind her not to fight. She is at our mercy until we decide to snuff out her life in a gory spectacle of violent sex.

We circle her, our eyes roving over her trembling form, drinking in the sight of her agony. I lower her to my mouth and lick her pretty little twat. She tastes sweet; she might even be enjoying this more than I thought she would.

I pull her cunt off my mouth and lower her even more. Her cunt matches up to your hard-on. Man, I know that meat hammer is going to pummel the shit out of her. Show me what you got, Daddy, pound that helpless little brat into nothing. I know you will make her bitch cunt quiver!

Her pussy is a ruined mess, the delicate tissues stretched to their limits as we continue to fuck her senseless. We can feel her cervix as we ram into her, the wet squelching of your cock plunging into her shattered cunt music to our ears.

She isn’t going to last much longer, and unless you have a kink for stiffs, it’s about time we really show her what Snuff sex is all about.

You are going to fuck her, and I am going to stab her.

Each stab wound I make, I want you to stick your dick in until you explode.

All of that blood dripping down on me, making my skin young and perfect, is enough for my devilish pussy to cum. But we are a team, and I’ll hold off till you fill every hole of hers with your spunk.

Evil Phone Sex Proves Therapeutic to Me

evil phone sexSomebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.

Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.

But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.

Not Every Man Wants to Keep His Balls

However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.

But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.

Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.

Castration and Cock and Ball Torture Feel Therapeutic to Me

So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.

But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.

Mutilation Phone Sex Left Me Carved Up Like a Holiday Ham

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex left me butchered. I don’t tend to think things through completely. I see ads on the dark net all the time looking for models for various snuff type photo shoots or films. But I only focus on the amount of money they plan to pay me. I never read the fine print about the possibility of bodily harm or even death.

So, when I saw the pay for a day’s work, I skipped reading the rest. I wrongly assumed I signed up for another snuff movie of some sort. But what I honestly signed up for turned out to be more of a butchering photo shoot. They wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving ham. However, they assumed I understood the risks. But I did not truly understand until a man came out of another room with a bunch of knives and an executioner’s mask on. I almost pissed myself.

What did I get myself into once again, ran through my head. He held a variety of knives, and they all looked very sharp. Oh boy, here we go again, I thought to myself. I might not survive this one or I might be permanently scarred from knife play phone sex. Luckily, I can photoshop a lot of my scars away. The executioner guy kept telling me not to tremble because he could slice an artery. But that did not do anything to relax my mind. It just sent me into a spiral of fear.

I Consider Myself More of a Druggy Whore Than a Pain Slut

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate extremely hard on anything, but what he would do to me. So, I could feel the knives slicing my flesh. And I just tried to stay focused on my happy place. Luckily, I did my last bit of blow before he strapped me to this cold slab. Minutes felt like hours. I could feel my crimson blood flowing down my mutilated flesh. But I stayed focused in my mind. Telling myself I can get through anything.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. Perhaps most people look at me as a pain slut. I see it a bit differently. I’m a drug addicted whore, who puts herself in dangerous situations for a fix. I don’t sign up for this shit because I like pain. Pain just helps me earn money to buy cocaine. So, I view myself more as a druggie whore than a pain slut. However, my threshold for pain gets better every time.

This felt like pure torture sex. And I suppose the director aimed for that. No doubt the world contains plenty of men who love to see a mother butchered like that. By the time the session concluded, I looked like I walked off a horror movie set. But the blood on my body was not make up. Tiny cuts covered my flesh. Luckily, they never touched my face. And with winter, I can get away with long sleeves and pants until my wounds heal. When will I ever learn?

Knife Play Phone Sex is The Number One Way I Like to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I believe a knife requires more skill than a gun. Plus, a knife kills someone slower than a gun. With a knife wound, somebody bleeds out slowly and death is not instant like a bullet through the brain. Knives rule my world.

I took a girl under my wing. A few months ago, I worked with a guy who wanted her dead. But he turned out to be quite shady and when I found out that he wanted to kill me too, I made her my accomplice instead. And she helped me kill her own uncle. I made her my trainee. I saw a lot of me in her. So, I am teaching her about knives and turning her into a taboo phone sex princess.

Although I don’t enjoy the company of very many people, occasionally I meet a young girl with potential. And I foster that evil inside of her. Some girls exist to clean house like me. In a way I’m like Dexter. I kill with a purpose. And I rarely kill anybody who doesn’t deserve to die. Now my moral compass seems less rigid than the average person, I still primarily kill those who deserve to die.

A person can enjoy killing and adhere to a moral hierarchy for killing. Top of my killing list are predators. Men and women who prey on others. Perhaps they drug their drinks or try to force them into slavery. Maybe they just attack unaccompanied women. I’ve even killed a few people for just looking at me wrong because I could tell that they wanted to force themselves on me, but I stopped them before they could.

Sometimes, I Turn a Young Girl into My Trainee and Accomplice

Predators come in all shapes and sizes like my young accomplice’s uncle. He started fucking her as a schoolgirl and when she became a young teen girl, he feared she would tell somebody. Hence why he hired me to kill her. Normally, I don’t care why somebody wants another person dead. I take the money and I do the job. However, this fucking predator tried to make me his victim too because.

So, he needed to die. And I let her use one of my knives to do it for me. And I saw that expression in her eyes when that knife penetrated him in the gut, and he started to bleed out on the floor. She smiled. And she did not show any fear or hesitation. She liked killing him. And I suspect she long wanted him dead.

Now I’m teaching her my code. And I’m instilling in her a love of knives and sharp objects. She even picked out her next victim. The schoolboy bully who forces himself on other schoolgirls after he drugs them, and films himself fucking them.

That loser fits my moral code for murder. And together, we will set a trap for him and kill him on Friday night. She’s ready and eager. I love a young killer phone sex accomplice. In my life I’ve experienced a few girls just like her. The way I see it, I’m helping to shape the future teaching young girls that they can become a killer with a moral code just like me.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Come True with the Right Accomplice

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. Honestly, I don’t understand why men call for vanilla sex. Isn’t that why you get married? So, you can enjoy the boring shit with your wife and save the kinky stuff for women like me. Sometimes I do crave vanilla, romantic sex. Thus, the reason I’m cross listed on two of this company’s sites. I can be both wicked and sweet and innocent too.

But it makes sense for a woman like me to have a taboo side. I spent most of my youth servicing my drunk father and all his drunk poker buddies. My father did not allow me to attend high school. I think he feared I would run away or spill the beans on what really happened at home to a guidance counselor or teacher. And eventually I ran away from home, but I kept daddy’s secrets.

And now I help men like my father with their preferred dirty fantasies. When I first started this job, I told myself helping men with their rape phone sex fantasies would prevent them from acting on them. Gave them a creative outlet for those fantasies that would put men behind bars for acting out.

I Enjoy Helping Men Turn Their Dark Fantasies Into Realities

 But now I hope some men truly do naughty things to young girls. Despite my past, I grew up ok. Sure, I did not grow up vanilla, but I am an independent woman who can support herself and help others.

Men will always crave something young and tight. And some men will get it and for others it will remain fantasy. But as a seasoned whore and switch, I hope men act on their dark fantasies. In this world, I truly believe you must adopt a survival of the fittest mentality to survive. I survived my youth.

And now because of my experience, I am best accomplice phone sex partner. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. That makes me uniquely qualified to help men like you with your needs for something young and tight on your dick. Fantasy thoughts do not need to remain fantasy thoughts with me.

Sex with dead bodies, a special treat for a good slave

Sex with dead bodies Sex with dead bodies is really intense! Lots of folks think snuff is just some conspiracy theory. But it’s not, and the motherfuckers who are into it are scary as hell!

They like to fuck, kill, fuck, in that order!

My Master is the scariest. He has a taste for all kinds of things, and cold, dead flesh is a passion. He has a lot of money and can make anyone disappear. The reason why I’m still alive is that I learned real quick what he expected. But he also refined my palette.

So here is this helpless little slave, way younger than me, and no one will look for her. My Master doesn’t need an island for his girls because most of them end up in the incinerator.
He likes to play Doctor. So, as his helpful nurse, I have her splayed out on the slab.

She’s crying, cold and naked. She knows it’s just a matter of time before he is done with her. When he records his Snuff sex sessions, he likes to draw it out, and it’s already been hours of playtime with her.

He cut off her clothes and inspected every inch of her naked body. He got really hard when he stuck a whole bunch of needles in her.

Then he made the order. I had to insert a special speculum into her. It’s a terrifying piece of equipment. There are these little sharp spikes that stick out on the outside. He designed it himself. So when I put it in her pussy, those little spikes dig in her flesh.

I open her up with it, blood gushing everywhere. She has passed out, trying to escape the pain. But when he sticks his dick in her with that speculum, she screams herself awake. I think it’s the blood loss that killed her. There was so much of it just pouring out of her.

Since she was dead, he made me ride her. I ground my pussy on her bloody gash. I hate to admit it because of how evil it is, but I come so hard when I am scissor fucking a corpse, and so does my Master!

A Snuff Phone Sex Valentine’s Day I Did Not Ask For, But I Got It

snuff phone sexPerhaps you could say I enjoyed a snuff phone sex weekend. Many men wanted to explore their violent fantasies about mommy for Valentine’s Day. Nobody gave me flowers or candy. But they did give me bruises and sore fuck holes.

My stepson wanted to live stream a Valentine’s Day edition with his redheaded stepmom. Since he blackmails me and bribes me with cocaine, I never have much choice in the matter. He gives me the best blow. However, he makes me work harder for it than any of those other drug dealers or snuff film makers. While the camera rolled, he said some silly little Valentine’s Day poem about turning his mommy black and blue. When I saw him put a bunch of oranges in a pillow sack, I knew what came next.

A good beat down came next. He said batter up and the tips came in. Then he started beating me black and blue. You would think that a pillowcase full of oranges would not hurt, but it feels almost as painful as somebody punching the crap out of you. We heard a crack and then I could barely breathe. For a moment, I thought uh oh I’m making a snuff porn, and I will die accidentally on Valentine’s Day. And although he broke a rib at least it didn’t puncture my lung. But he didn’t stop beating me even after he cracked my rib.

My Stepson Beats Me Black and Blue But He Gives Me the Best Blow

Likely, most of my ribs he cracked in the past. It’s painful. But they heal with time and rest. Clearly, he needed money. And since I am his cash cow, I came to the rescue. Truth be told I needed a bunch of blow to keep up with my two biological sons and their 10 friends that spent the weekend with us. To be a gang bang mommy whore requires a lot of cocaine. The kind of cocaine only my stepson can provide.

At least my boy let me do lines of cocaine in between every beat down, because honestly, I didn’t feel any pain until the cocaine wore off. But he did leave my body battered. Black and blue. I came up with a lie that I fell down the stairs. Blamed it on the dog. My husband believed that I tripped over the dog because he thinks he married a typical suburban housewife. But he really married a druggie whore who stars in snuff movies so she can get cocaine. And he has no clue that I’m his first son’s cash cow whore.

Teen Rape Porn And The Stinky Pussy

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn makes men take pussy, my foster brother is addicted to it, and it turns him into a sick fuck, he comes into my room whenever he gets a hard on and forces me to suck his fucking cock. 

Tried telling my foster mom but she called me a lying whore then made me lick her unwashed cunt until it was clean, I ate a day’s worth of funk and cum, if I gagged, she punched me upside my head. 

Probably would not have cared much if her pussy wasn’t so smelly, she is really sexy, but that pussy smells bad. 

I think she fucked three or more guys without washing after, my mouth was springing water as her scent wafted across my nostrils, licking her stinky pussy kinda turned me on, knowing I was tasting the cum of different men. 

My foster fathers cum was definitely inside of her, I could taste his salty sweet cum, foster brother too, his taste really sour, guess from his poor diet. I can’t imagine who the third deposit belongs to; it was rather sweet and extra sticky. 

Oh, great here comes foster daddy, guess it’s time for my weekly ass fuck session, he is obsessed with my asshole, he worships it with his thick tongue and a few dildos and butt plugs every Saturday morning. I kinda like it, he is always really gentle with my asshole, his little cock leaks without him even stroking it, think he really enjoys our anal play time. 

Mutilation phone sex loving slut

mutilation phone sex

Let’s celebrate Valentine’s day by cutting out a dumb slut’s heart on a hot, mutilation phone sex call.

We can crack her chest open and rip her organs out one by one, saving her heart for last.

I want it fresh and still faintly pulsing when I pluck it out and take a big bite of it.

You can pump your rock hard rod into my cunt while I chew it all up!

That’s what Daddy had me do and my pussy has never gushed more!

He picks me up when he needs an evil accomplice that won’t hesitate to get the job done.

The bitch was stretched out across his work bench and tied down tightly.

She was already so weak from the way Daddy had been abusing her for the last few days.

Her face was a bloody, swollen and bruised mess.

Big patches of her hair had been ripped out exposing her raw and bleeding scalp.

Her limbs were all snapped, twisted and mangled.

Just from looking at her, I could tell that he had ripped her open from cunt to asshole.

It made me feel special knowing that Daddy had held back from snuffing her out so that we could do it together.

I knew that making her scream and beg for her life would make his cock stiff.

Squeezing this bitch’s mutilated face, I forced her mouth open.

I slurped her bloody tongue into my mouth and bit down, sinking my teeth into it.

My teeth went through her tongue like a hot knife through butter and I bit it right off.

Chewing it up and spewing it across her face made Daddy excited.

While I used a rusty pair of pliers to pry her teeth out of her skull, Daddy drilled his cock into my wet, horny pussy.

She was already so weak and drained of blood that she couldn’t put up much of a fight.

After a few minutes she stopped screaming and got all limp.

That’s when I took Daddy’s saw to her chest.

It was messy and blood sprayed everywhere but we got her chest split open.

 I got to live out my lifelong dream of eating a human heart and Daddy got to watch me snuff out yet another bitch while he fucked me!