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Let’s Castrate him and make him eat his own sausage!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration phone sex stories always get my murder pussy off! just the other day it became a devious little roleplay. I was going down on my boyfriends Christian brother. My boyfriend was in the room telling me how nasty and slutty I was. His brother was tied to a chair with his pants down. His cock was big and meaty and my murder mind was going off on how fun it would be to skin his cock with our teeth. I finally started biting into his hard cock hearing him scream was so much fun. He didn’t know we were playing a castration phone sex game yet. Slowly I bit through his cock and  cut it off with my teeth at the base. I had blood dripping down my chin and i spat his cock out and laughed at him. He was screaming and crying as I twisted his balls off I cooked up his cock and balls and made him eat them and told him it was a pity we couldn’t play more before I slit his throat. Then I fucked my boyfriend with blood and gore all over my body. We ate his body in stews and burgers and laughed about how evil we could be.

I want to take of your Flesh, Consuming You Whole

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Calling All Vore Whores Like Myself. Cannibalism Phone Sex is as extreme and weirdly fucking hot. Last night I talked with a guy that wanted me to eat him, from his toes up. So Of Course I had fun with it.

I drugged him up pretty good, and stripped his ass naked. Placed his sexy fucking naked ass on a table. Got all kinds of shiny, sharp, pretty tools. Such as a scalpel, box cutter, machete, saws all, filet knife and of course you can’t go wrong with a hand saw. Toes first, hmmm. I could bite those little piggies off. Just chomp them right off, like biting a fucking celery stalk. I bet the bone would crunch so nice.

He woke up at the first initial Bite, on his big toe. The scream he let loose was like an animal in agony. The decibel to which he hit, made me so wet. So I kept biting. I would Bite and chew him up. Gnashing and smashing him with my teeth. Grinding my Molars, and then spitting his blood and plasma back in his face.

I went straight from toes to cock, I didn’t want him to blow his load while I was chomping down on a shin bone, that doesn’t seem fitting does it? No, not to me either. So i took the scalpel and carefully removed his hard cock and swollen balls in one unit.  Homemade Castration done so twistedly right. Call me a Sick Bitch, Call Me a Psycho… all terms of fucking endearment.

Whole

The entire time, he screamed and writhed in pain. My giggle drove him mad. How could I be such a sadistic little bitch? I guess getting killed, tortured, maimed and assaulted nightly, has kind of turned me into a bit of a monster.

Toying with my new blood covered bestie, I brought his cock and balls right up to his face, dangled it over him, and made him watch me deepthroat it. Knowing he would never feel the pleasure of feeling, because I tore all the nerves, slicing it off of him. As He screamed, I forced that fucker down his throat.

“See how good you taste, why wouldn’t I want to Consume you…”

Then I proceeded to fork and knife my home made hard cock dildo. Smacking and slurping as I chewed him up and swallowed him fucking whole.

Oh Don’t worry, I got to use all my pretty tools on the rest of him. But if you are interested in finding out exactly what I did. Curiousity  is gonna have to kill the cat, call me mother fucker….

Snuff Phone Sex Never Bores Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never bore me. And I think that’s because I enjoy being a sick bitch. The kind of bitch you don’t want to fuck over. And the kind of bitch you never try to dominate either. I make it very clear in my blocks in my profile that I’m not the kind of woman who Does traditional fuck calls. In fact, I almost never fuck a caller. My sexual gratification comes from torture and murder.

If I am castrating, you or snuffing you, you will never have a chance to fuck me. But then, even when I’m just your accomplice, you don’t have much of a prayer for that either. But let’s be clear here you serve only one of two roles with me. My victim or my accomplice. Although I have no problem with you, beating your worthless meat don’t expect me to give you head or let you anywhere near my pussy. Unless of course, I’m smothering you to death you see my pussy as a suffocation device.

Yet every damn day I need to kill my accomplice because he does not listen to my rules. Why is it that man have such an inability to retain information. Do they think this is just an act and that I don’t really mean it when I explain the rules of accomplice phone sex to them. Personally, I think men just think with their dicks, which is another argument for why they shouldn’t have them. I figure if you don’t listen to what I have to say you’re not gonna listen to any woman. So I might as well put you out of our misery early on.

Men Should Never Think with Their Cocks with Me

Richard found out that I meant business recently. He didn’t read the fine print of our agreement even though I verbally went over it on the phone with him. When we met, he told me the girl he wanted assistance and kidnapping and torturing. Seems like a simple gig. And it would’ve been a simple gig if Richard had not let his hormones get in the way. Suddenly, he decided he didn’t want to pay me the money and he wanted to fuck me instead. And when I told him absolutely not if he was the last man on earth, he tried to force himself on me. When were these idiots ever learn.

Once his cock made an appearance, so did the knife that I keep strapped to my inner thigh. Without missing a beat, I sliced his cock off with such force. It flew across the room and landed and the dog bowl. I gave my hound from hell a nice treat. Sure I could’ve taken his balls to the complete castration phone sex, but he’ll never fuck so I didn’t really see the purpose of taking his balls too. The man no longer has cock. And they’re not gonna find this dick in a field somewhere to reattach. My dog shit his cock out this morning.

You are My Accomplice or My Victim, But Never My Lover

Has rich late curled up in a ball in his own blood and vomit. I kicked him a few times to make it hurt even more. Then I spit on him. And I reminded him this was all his doing. I gave him clear cut rules for a partnership and he chose to One neglect those rules and two try to not pay me. Also he’s lucky he’s still breathing. And trust me, I thought about killing him because I’ve certainly killed men for less. But when it comes to castration and cock mutilation, I like them to live with the constant reminder That their stupidity has long lasting consequences.

So tell me, loser. Will you follow my instructions and agree to my rules while you lose your cock and maybe your balls too?

Halloween brings the castration cock man back to shred my cookie

Castration phone sex

Castrastration cock man strikes again. What better time than halloween than this creepy fuck to come out from the dark. Crawling through the night and kidnapping women, taking them back to his house to the room down stairs full of castrated cocks. The dead become the one’s we fuck, rammed and roughed by cut off bloody dick shoved deep inside.

I didn’t expect to see him again after the last time he barreded me with his massive fuck machine but unfortunately he was already waiting for me inside my house. Grabbed and gagged, taken back to the place I dreaded, bloodied with corpses. As I woke up all I could see were castrated cocks, shelves of them of all different sizes from all his victims.

Leather bound and gagged, my legs in shackles and feet in clamps you smashed and thrashed my clam wide open with a dead 13 inch big black caked blood bastard. Rammed raw, weeping and red,  you stuck to fingers in my ass and grabbed the next dick in line, a girthy little short fat nub.

Build on a long rod you thrusted that bad boy in me like you throw the meat on the fire. Watching it sizzle, tear, rip and shred my insides. I’m screaming and moaning, beginning to enjoy my soiled white cuntie pie getting stretched out, gaping in fear for the next fat one.

Bloody Bondage bitch soils for evil monsters!

I love the evil one’s, I’ve lived my life desperate for situations like these however this evil fuck always seems to surprise me. Torn from the inside out I’m so numb the pain turns into tingles. My twisted twat is so bloodied and raw, gushing and oozing bloody cum drops all over, leaving the evidence he doesn’t want. Thrusting my groin in his face he sucks out the rest of what’s left from his masterpieces out of my tight sore puffy muffy, licking off the rest off his fingers. Sick fuck didn’t want to waste one drop.

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Killer Phone Sex Revenge Feels So Satisfying

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex night. What about you? Honestly, I just went out to have a drink. It’s been a long rough week, and I thought I would treat myself. But fate had other plans for me. I ran into one of my father’s cronies. A guy who routinely forced himself on me when as a very young girl. And this man I’ve searched for but never lucked out until last night in some random dive bar in the next county over. I found the devil himself drinking Budweiser at the bar.

I knew he would not remember me. At least not the way I look now. Last time he saw me, I did not have these gorgeous tits. I felt like the universe wanted me to kill Darren. Why else would we cross paths. I went to a bar I never go to in a different county from where I live because I saw an auto mechanic 45 minutes away who recommended this bar. The things that needed to occur to put us in the same space felt like fate.

Since the mechanic’s recommendation led to the death of the man who made my life hell for a decade, he will now be my mechanic of choice despite the distance. Although I know there’s no way he knew, I went to the bar thinking perhaps this mechanic wanted to see me outside of his car shop. But he wasn’t there. However, I found Darren and that made up for not getting fucked by a hot mechanic.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

I roofied my former tormentor, my dad‘s best friend Darren. The first man to ever fist my ass. And once he did, my dad and all his friends did too. His sick little torture sex games with a young schoolgirl inspired my father to do the same thing to me. And we all know a leopard does not change his spots. So, I killed him not only for revenge, but to protect future girls like me from his evilness.

And he seemed easy to kill. The drugs helped. But once I tied him to the bed, I told him who I was. And he looked like he had seen a ghost. And I could see the wheels turning in his head. But he could not come up with anything to say. However, he couldn’t say anything because even if he felt regretful, I planned on killing him. Men say anything to get out of trouble. And they say anything to keep their dicks attached to their bodies too.

He saw my big knife, and he knew what I planned for him. Not simple castration. That felt too good for him. Although I do enjoy castration phone sex I wanted to take the entire cock off his body. Without that he could not hurt another girl again. He wouldn’t need his dick in hell anyway because hopefully perverts just like him will make him their bitch boy.

I loved listening to him scream and plead for mercy just like I did as a little girl. I rescued myself. But nobody rescued this pervert. Because he’s floating in the lake somewhere dead with his severed cock in his mouth serving as fish food. Revenge feels so good.

Torture Sex is More Enjoyable with a Female Friend

torture sexTorture sex can be so much fun with the right partner. And over the weekend I met this girl at a bar. She looked like a trailer trash slut, but I still found her hot. Some guy at the bar appeared to be obsessed with her. He wouldn’t leave her alone. So, I stepped in and acted like her girlfriend and told him to get lost.

 But then he just started harassing us both. I was a little pissed off at the bar staff because they wouldn’t do anything to get rid of the guy. I asked some questions and discovered the guy harassing her owns the property. So, the bar’s landlord essentially.

Well, that does not mean he can get away with harassing women. So, I hatched a plan with my new friend. I told her he likely rents his space out to bars so for easy access to drunk women. He’s a predator. My father was a predator. So, I know something about identifying who don’t deserve their balls.

I don’t know what drew me to her, but I found her fucking hot. I wanted to see if her mind matched mine. So, I told her we should invite him back to my place for some castration phone sex torture. Because a man like him will keep preying on women. And one day he’ll prey on women not strong enough to fight him. But I don’t fight fairly. I drugged him.

Some Men Refuse to Take No for an Answer

I’m never travel without roofies. Since the drug takes about an hour to work, I put it in the last shot and suggested we go back to my place. This poor guy thought he would be banging two women. When the drug kicked in and our predator became incapacitated, we stripped him naked and tied him spread eagle to my dining room table.

 But my new friend had brought a big knife. Apparently, she goes to bars acting drunk and waits for the predators to come out of the woodwork. She already planned something before she even knew I had something planned too. Perhaps I prefer to let the pain linger. Torture him longer. But he harassed her more than he harassed me, so I let her run the show.

She sliced his balls off. Although he still appeared passed out when she did that, he quickly woke up. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost a high pitch, shrill woman’s voice. But I guess losing your testicles to a sharp blade might do that. I think she’s done this before.

Meeting Women with Equally Sick Minds Turns Me On

He bled everywhere. She started yelling at him telling him women don’t exist for his pleasure. And in that moment, I wanted to fuck her so bad. So, we fucked on the floor in his blood. He laid above us on my dining room table still screaming and crying like a little bitch boy.

This might be the first time I fucked in somebody else’s blood. But I found eating her pussy and tasting his blood at the same time hot. For a moment, I felt like a vampire. A sadistic phone sex vampire. Eventually, we cauterized his wound and dumped his body in an alley. It would look like he tried to sexually assault some woman, but she wasn’t having it. We neutered a predator and became friends.  A great Friday night.

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.

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Castration Phone Sex Because Some Men Need to Be Destroyed

Castration phone sex is something that I offer as a way of destroying men. Let’s fucking get with the times, men are overrated with their damned dicks. In fact I have encountered one too many that think with nothing more than a dick brain. It’s really pathetic.

So ultimately I chose to play their game by my rules. A little switch up of what they do, and have done for decades. Going out and preying on women to get some ass. Well, I choose to go out and hunt for castration worthy individuals.

Obviously this means the guys I will be consuming are going to be of high standards. Fucking guys that think their money allows them to take that pussy. Well, my sadistic needs allows me to take their dicks and balls.

Honestly these guys don’t deserve to procreate and so castration is best. However I rarely stop at slicing open those ball sacks. Nope I need to just cut the fucking tool of rape fantasies right off. This excites me to make their dicks into dildos for my collection.

Castration phone sex