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Snuff Movies are Hotter to Make Than Watch

snuff moviesOctober is the perfect time to make snuff movies and chill. Notice I didn’t say watch them but make them. Sure, I can watch a lot of hardcore snuff flicks, but I find it more fun to make snuff flicks. To capture that raw fear of your victim on film feels exhilarating. Until you’ve made your first kill, you never realize the way it makes you feel all powerful. I love that feeling. Although a lot of people might say I have no conscience, I argue just the opposite. I only kill people who deserve to die. Not my fault that is a lot of people.

I don’t want to get political because I’m not sure that politics has much to do with people being jackasses. But I do believe people feel emboldened to act like fools. And when they cross my path, they die. The buck stops here.

On a few occasions, somebody hired me to kill somebody for no reason. And the victim I ended up saving and killing the person who hired me instead. That doesn’t happen often. Usually, people hire me to kill a problem for them. And that problem might be a pervert or maybe a gold digger or extortionist or blackmailer or just a crazy bitch.

Charlie hired me for killer phone sex. He wanted to kill this little bitch from the neighborhood. And he made her sound like an evil bitch. But since I always stalk my prey and gather my own Intel before completing an assignment, I quickly learned that he only wanted her dead because she rejected him.

Although I am a Stone Cold Killer, I Have My Own Form of Moral Compass

And he’s about 40 years older than this girl. I can’t just kill a girl because she told you no. Grow a fucking pair of balls you pussy. I don’t condone incel behavior. As a woman I know we don’t owe you jack fucking shit. If we don’t want to go out with you or we don’t want to fuck you, find somebody who will. And don’t act like women exist for you.

Although I did kidnap the girl, she lived. And Charlie died. In my usual fashion, I let the girl help me kill the very man who wanted her dead. It’s an important lesson for everyone to learn, but sometimes you just need to kill a man like Charlie.

She did not hesitate after I showed her encrypted messages between him and me talking about wanting her dead. And her only crime seemed to be telling him she did not want to go out on a date. The girl told me she had just turned 18. So, I suspect he asked her out before that birthday, making it even more perverted, because this guy just turned 63. Never been married either. No surprise there.

I Love Turning a Victim into My Ingenue

Well, he will not make his 64th birthday.  I taught the girl who rejected him how to make a man suffer. And I gave her several knives so she could experiment with torture. And I witnessed the change in her face when she plunged a knife deep into his gut. Hearing his insides slush around like that, plus hearing his screams no doubt got her pussy wet.

The death of a predator or somebody who means you harm feels intoxicating. You get hooked. And you want more. After that first knife plunge, she upped the torture sex quota. She sliced his dick off. I’m not talking about castration. She removed the entire dick. Leaving him with a little bloody stump to pee from. And of course, his balls, which I assume seem even more worthless now.

I told you I have a conscience. Although I do love to kill and I kill every chance I get, I’m not just going to kill some bitch for no good reason. And I don’t consider being butt hurt over rejection a proper reason to kill a young girl. I’m sort of a vigilante. But I’m part mercenary too. I do kill for money all the time. But normally, I’m killing because of some form of self-preservation for my client.

This dude just seemed butt hurt because a girl way too young for him said no to him. And I can’t allow that level of misogynistic behavior to continue. So, we flipped the script, and the victim became my sadistic accomplice. I even helped her dispose of the body. I think I might have a new ingenue.

I Make Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Come True

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I consider in my wheelhouse. As a sexy switch, I cater to all sorts of wicked fantasies. I can be your accomplice, which I prefer, your victim, or even a bad ass bitch who castrates or tortures you. I’m a Jill of all trades. Lately, I’ve been on an accomplice kick. And I plan to ride this as long as I can. It feels good not to be in the hot seat for once.

Billy and I go way back. He filmed me in my earlier films and bondage photo shoots. He called me up out of the blue and asked for a favor. Since he always treated me nicely, I felt obliged to help him. He has a client with a fatal attraction problem. Apparently, the guy can’t keep his dick in his pants, and he fucked a crazy bitch.

Now she’s claiming she’s pregnant and trying to extort him for money. If he doesn’t pay her, she will tell his wife and expose his extra marital activities. This guy makes Elon Musk look like he’s living paycheck to paycheck. Not sure how the guy makes his money. I did not want to know. The less I know about a client the better.

Some Bitches Fuck with the Wrong Man

So, I met with the client to get the details about the gold-digging hooker. I mean, she calls herself a sugar baby, but she’s a hooker. And apparently, she likes to blackmail men. I got all the information I needed about the girl and decided I would make a snuff porn with her.

Billy agreed to help me since he knew the man. Again, I don’t know all the information, and I like it that way. But I think Billy helped this client make problems disappear in the past. And I liked the idea of making a snuff movie with him when I was not the star.

She seemed easy to kidnap. But I don’t think she’s pregnant. I found her in a bar drinking a margarita with what appeared to be some other hookers. Excuse me, sugar babies. So, I posed as a fellow sugar baby, and I crashed their little get together. And nobody seemed to mind since I bought several rounds of drinks. Although they all seemed intoxicated, I just had my eye on one bitch. I gave her a ride home. Or at least that’s what she thought. But instead, I took her to Billy’s dungeon where he waited for the star of his next picture to arrive.

I Make Problems Go Away For Men Like You

She couldn’t fight because of how drunk she seemed. And I may have slipped her a little roofie too. We strapped her down to a sawhorse, and we tortured the bitch. Pure torture sex. We carved her up and we sexually mutilated her too. I’m talking we sliced off her nipples, stabbed her cunt and I carved gold digger into her chest. This bitch screamed bloody murder and kept asking why me why me. So, I told her. She blackmailed the wrong man. And I made sure she knew that her actions brought her to us.

I played with her for several hours while Billy filmed it. We can profit off her death. He can sell the homemade snuff flick. Plus, the client paid me very well to get rid of his problem. And I’m sharing that money with Billy since he served as my accomplice. And he deserved a finder’s fee anyway. He recommended me for the job.

I enjoyed torturing this bitch, carving her up and causing so much bodily harm and pain too. She gives gold diggers like me a bad name. I’ve worked hard for my money. And I’ve done a lot of things that I don’t like for money too.

But in this world, you need to hustle. I’ve never relied on anybody else to pay my bills. So, these young bitches need to know that they’re not too good to work. Sure, I take money from men, but I work for it like I did killing this bitch. If you have a problem you need to get rid of I think I can likely help you too.

Blasphemy sex hails the Dark Lord with pussy blood

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is to serve the Dark Lord and gain demonic power. I do what I am told, and Master Daddy gave me the command to find our next sacrifice. A freshly ordained priest. A beacon of righteousness who met his end only because he thought I needed a savior! I played the innocent victim who was trapped by an evil man, using me for his evil pleasures.

The poor Priest was so naive. He was convinced that he could cleanse me of my sins and lead me back to the path of righteousness. He was a fool, and it was way too late to realize my sob story was just bait! He tried to leave, but my Master Daddy put a knife against his throat. He ordered us to take his cock out, and I started sucking it. He has a really nice dick; it’s a shame that he didn’t follow another path. He got hard so fast, which proves he is a pig just like the rest of us.

That cock was so hard, he was about to explode. Master Daddy stepped it up and ordered him to fuck my cunt for Satan. The Priest refused, so he got a slice on his cheek. He finally took the situation seriously and started fucking me. He was working that dick good. It was as if he was driven by some demonic possession; he found his rhythm, fucking me with a fervor that bordered on the divine.

Once he found his rhythm, Master Daddy stuck his dick in the Priest’s ass. We made a priest sandwich. He got a brutal ass fucking, each thrust, and the sharp blade sliced him. He was ordered to say he was a faggot whore for Satan, and he didn’t hesitate. He shouted as loud as he could. I think he was hoping that would save his life. But Master Daddy needed his blood, so after he shot his nut in that Priest’s ass, his throat was slit for Satan! Another Snuff sex sacrifice and such a highly valued one that my Master Daddy is more powerful than ever

Making Snuff Movies is How I Make Money, But I Might Die in One

snuff moviesI’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.

I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors

Most Days I am Too Desperate to Think About Consequences

But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.

The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

When Will I Learn to Say No

We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.

The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.

But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?

Lets Make A Teen Rape Porn Snuff Film!

Teen Rape Porn

Teen rape porn always makes my sadistic pussy so wet. Oh and you know I only get off to that nasty snuff phone sex so why don’t i just make my own murder phone sex fantasies with this stupid little blond bitch. This blond prom queen got my little brother into trouble and now she will pay. I tied her down on the dirty mattress her small A cup tits were perky and pink nipples were tight. Her bald pink pussy actually looked so sweet and tight. I smiled running my knife down her throat and laughing telling her how fun it was going to be to fuck and torture her stupid blond body.

 

Snuff Phone Sex

She screamed as i rammed my black twelve inch long two inch this strap-on in her virgin pussy. I tore through her Hyman and was enjoying fucking her tight little cunt and telling her i would see her in hell. I slowly did a y incision on her chest and spread her open. I loved watching the light in her eyes dim. Snuff sex was the best. All my clients love teen rape porn and now I made one they know is sick and twisted like they are.

Devil’s Delight

Torture sexI lit the candles, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. He was already waiting for me, spread-eagle on the table, arms and legs bound. He squirmed as I approached, eyeing the torture tools laid out before him.

I ran my fingers over his skin, feeling him shiver. “You’ve been a bad boy,” I purred. “And bad boys need to be punished.”

I picked up the whip, snapping it against his thigh. He yelped, arching off the table. I smiled, admiring the red welts already forming on his skin.

But I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed the clamps, attaching them to his nipples, watching him writhe in pain and pleasure. Then I slid my hand between his legs, gripping his hardening cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said, stroking him slowly. “You like being at my mercy.”

He could only moan in response, lost in a haze of agony and ecstasy. I kept toying with him, bringing him to the edge over and over again, never letting him come.

Until finally, when he was begging for release, I climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his cock. We both cried out as I started to ride him hard, my cunt gripping him like a vice.

I fucked him until we both came, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. As I collapsed on top of him, I whispered in his ear, “This is just the beginning, my pet. There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

And I meant it. There was no end to the depravity I wanted to explore with him, no limit to how far I would go in subjugating him to my every whim and desire.

Roleplay Phone Sex Turned into Medieval Torture

roleplay phone sexI love roleplay phone sex. And I do not even mind a little violence mixed in. I have made my share of cosplay porn. And trust me in the seedy underworld of snuff that I travel, I’ve been everything from a schoolgirl to a witch in these sorts of porno films. A director that I work with often because he’s got the greatest coke called me up. Usually, I call him begging for a gig so I can earn some money. But this time he called me because he had a client who wanted to do a Halloween themed porn. Of course, I said yes.

And I didn’t really think about the particulars. I never ask the right questions. Hell, most of the time I never ask any questions except for how much money or how much coke I will receive. Because that’s all I care about. But not asking questions gets me in trouble every time.

When I arrived at the studio, I didn’t see the usual people there. Clearly, this would not be a big production snuff porn. But it didn’t matter if the film would be seen by only one person or many. Because I just did it for the money.

Perhaps, I Will Never Learn to Ask Questions or Say No

My director friend sent me a script, and it seemed harmless enough. I would be a witch being punished for casting spells on people. However, it seemed a little unclear what my punishment might be. And once again, my dumbass did not ask questions. I had tunnel vision. I just wanted the coke. Well turns out that me being a witch wasn’t all of the story. This cosplay porn had a medieval torture theme. First, my costar hung me from a scaffold and whipped me. Whipped so hard the flesh tore from my body.

I knew I would regret this. Because I started to regret it once I felt blood trickling down my back. It felt like medieval torture sex. Although I’ve been tortured sexually most of my life, this felt like nothing I experienced before. My costar inserted this device that looked like a steel cone in my ass. Although I’ve had bigger things up my ass before I had never experienced anything like this. My costar cranked it, and it turned my asshole inside out, causing it to bleed profusely. This felt worse than anything my ass experienced before, and my ass has experienced a lot.

More torture occurred. But nothing topped that steel cone in my ass. By the time this film concluded, I looked like a bloody swollen mess. However, I did have my money. However, honestly, I don’t think it feels worth it. Because now I’m out of commission for a bit. And it’ll be a while before anybody can fuck my ass again. Why do I never ask the right questions or any questions for that matter? One of these days I will end up dead.

Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Bound and Broken: My Master’s Delight

Torture sex

Last night, my master had a new toy for me—a teen girl with a tight, virgin pussy and an asshole that begged to be stretched. He bound me to the bed, my wrists and ankles secured with thick leather straps. “You’re mine to do whatever I like,” he growled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

He started with my pussy, his fingers probing and stretching, preparing me for what was to come. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet cunt, his thumb circling my clit. I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release.

But he had other plans. He grabbed a dildo, a thick, veined monster that made my eyes widen. “This is going in your ass, my little slave,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation and nerves. He lubed it up, his fingers teasing my tight little hole before slowly pushing the dildo in.

I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being filled, overwhelming. He fucked me with it, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of my ass with ease. I could feel every inch of it, the way it pulsed, the way it hit that sweet spot that made me see stars.

As he pounded my ass, he reached around, his fingers finding my clit, teasing and tantalizing. I was a mess of pleasure, my body convulsing, my screams of ecstasy filling the room. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting onto my back, coating my skin, marking me as his.

In the aftermath, he untied me, his hands gentle as he rubbed the circulation back into my limbs. I curled up against him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re such a good little slave,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Master’s proud of you.”

Torture Sex in the worst way By Monster Cocks

Torture SexI must have Victim written on my fucking forehead. Heading to a party, that I wasn’t really invited too, but my friend asked me to go with her. I dressed real Slutty Showing off my perky tits, and a tiny little mini skirt that barley covered my freshly shaven snatch. I never knew torture sex awaited me. As soon as Kendra and I got inside, I knew it was going to be a fucked up situation.

There stood atleast 20 fucking guys, all drinking and acting like pigs. Showing their asses, Cocks, and tea bagging eachother. Kendra and I, The only tits in the whole fucking room. I immediately found the liquor.

“What the fuck are we doing here Kendra?” I questioned as I poured myself a solo cup full of fucking bootleggers blue raz. ” See that guy over there, The one with the mullet, I Like him so much and he invited me to come, so I brought you Be thankful”

Fucking Bitch, Kendra clearly didn’t realize, we were the only fucking girls at this college party.

Then the Bullshit started. I just wasn’t in the mood. Drunk college guys hitting on me, grabbing my tits and ass. One even pulled up My skirt. All while Kendra melted over a stupid guy.

I was ready to go home. So I started to leave and I was stopped. A Plastic bag placed over my head and pulled tight. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe and I thought This was it, I was going to die. I was dragged down to the floor. My Skirt ripped, and Panties Torn. Without any warning, I felt one of the biggest cocks enter me. Hard and Dry. His dick forced it’s was inside my pussy Ripping the flesh of my walls. He fucked me So Rough. I tried to scream, but I was losing air, and just when I thought I would pass out from the lack of breath or the fucking pain.

A Hole was poked in the bag.

Breathing so deep, and screaming out the exhale. I was getting pounded as I was held to the floor, heavy ass knees locked down on my shoulders and my arms pinned.

” If she didn’t like it she wouldn’t be so fucking wet” He spewed to his buddies.

“Im next”

Oh My God. It must have been a fucking requirement to pledge this house to have a Monster dick. The next cock was even fatter. He fucked me deep and hard. I Looked for Kendra, and she was in the corner, with mullet fuck, Just letting this shit happen to me. I realized It didn’t matter if I screamed.

A Cock Shoved In My Mouth, Then Lifted to ride a big fucker, and a dick shoved in my ass. I was getting the roughest orgy of my life. I Just let it happen…

Turns out there was a requirement to pledge that fraternity. It was to get a dumb fucking bitch to come be a cum dump for the boys. I was Kendras fucking Key to the Mullet fucks Adoration.

Fucking Cunt