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Torture Sex Fantasies Turn Real When You Fantasize about Castration

torture sexTorture sex fantasies never remain fantasies for me. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture. Although I do castrate losers, sometimes I just enjoy ruining their junk without removing a man’s balls. There is a thing called chemical castration. Although it refers to taking a pill to kill the sperm, I have my own form of chemical castration.

When I am in the mood to ruin a guy’s manhood, I put on spiked heels and do a little jig on his testicles. That deflates them. Ruins them for life. Sometimes, I put a castration ban around a pair of nuts. But cutting off the blood flow kills the balls. Destroying those testicles rendering them useless. And once a loser’s balls shrivel up and die, they can no long procreate or fuck. However, most days, that satisfies me enough. I love the fact that men can look down at their dead balls and remember me fondly.

Okay, perhaps they do not remember this sadistic phone sex bitch fondly. But they will always remember me. And hopefully they will have nightmares about me forever. Trevor, my latest victim, begged me to castrate him. How fucked up are you if you beg me to castrate you? I do not play games. So, no roleplays for me. If you tell me you fantasize about a sexy bitch mutilating your junk, I deliver.

I Do Not Do Fantasy Castration. Real or Nothing with Me.

Poor sap. I shocked him when I turned his fantasy into reality. Not a problem for me. And, I feel no remorse for such things. In fact, I never feel remorse. I make the world a better place for women when I neuter losers like Trevor. We had some drinks at a Goth bar. Then I took him back to his place and tortured his balls. You cannot tell me you have fantasies about castration phone sex and expect me to simulate your cock and ball torture. But I do not work that way.

I tied Trevor up and trampled his worthless nuts. I put on some Led Zepplin and danced in my spiked heels on his nuts officially busting each nut. His screams of pain only made me dance longer. Your pain is my aphrodisiac. Even though I ruined his balls in less than ten minutes, I kept on torturing his dead sack with needles and razor blades. When I left him, he had passed out in his own puke with his balls dying. Perfect date night for me.

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.

Taboo Phone Sex Might Just Cost You Your Balls

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind for me. No vanilla shit is offered here. Men are stupid. They see a Goth girl and think they can just fuck her. Like we are desperate for their fucking average cock. And men who think no means yes. I guess they did not get the memo that no means no.

So, when Gary hit on me at a bar last night, I knew he would get a free ball removal from me. Now, if he had understood no meant no, he would still have his testicles. But this asshole kept pressing his luck. And finally, I let him think he wore me out. Sometimes, men act so pathetic and desperate. I guess they are a slave to their dicks.

Balls are a Privilege Not a Right

Well, Gary will no longer be a slave to his balls because he no longer has them. So that means his dick will never get hard again. Without the balls, the dick hangs like a limp noodle forever. I went back to Gary’s place with him. I’m always strapped with knives, so no one ever gets away with anything with me. I convinced the loser to 69 with me. The first time I ever had a loser’s balls that close to my face, but I did not want him to see the castration phone sex coming. And he did not see it coming either.

His dick and his balls dangled in front of my face. Even though I did not want him anywhere near my cunt, I needed him to learn a lesson. So, I sucked it up. Although, I planned on using my knife to cut his balls off, I had a change of heart. I still planned on castrating him. But instead of my knife, I decided to bite his balls off. It’s messy. And painful. But fun. At least fun for me.

Men Who Do Not Take No for an Answer Lose Their Balls

My teeth tore through that thin skin at the base of his cock. He tried to get off me, but like a Pitbull, I did not let go. He could not shake me. Once my teeth managed to rip his ball sack off, I pushed him off me. He covered my face in blood. Not the first time. And it will not be the last time that someone’s blood coated my body. He laid on the other side of the bed like a rag doll. Limp and looking dead. But I did not kill him. He just went into the shock from the loss of blood and pain.

I cauterized the wound with a lighter. Then I left. Although I could have enjoyed the torture sex longer, I wanted to wash his blood off me. And the smell of his worthless sack. Luckily, I never got pulled over. A cop would know by the look of me that I committed a crime. Hopefully Gary learned a lesson, even if he learned it the hard way.

Torture Sex Excites Me So I Prolong Your Pain and Suffering

Torture sex excites me. A caller recently asked me how I turned so dark. And I would say it is part nature and part nurture. Plus, genetics.  My grandpa was a sadist. And he groomed me once he saw my potential when I was still a schoolgirl. Although I never tortured animals, I checked all the other boxes for future serial killer. I like animals more than people. In fact, animals serve as my accomplices. No better way to dispose of a body than wildlife. They eat the evidence of a crime. Essentially, they hide the bodies for me.

I acted impulsively with my first kill. Killed this bully in a fit of rage. She made my life living hell for years. And I long fantasized about killing her. But I never did until that one day I snapped. My killer phone sex instincts kicked in.  I ran home holding a bloody knife and covered in blood. Luckily for me, my grandpa assisted me. He moved the body. Fed this dead bitch into a woodchipper. And to this day she remains a missing person.

No one ever found a body. And they never found any evidence of foul play. The police assumed either she was kidnapped for sex trafficking persons, or perhaps some P man kidnapped her and took her out of state. She could have just run away too. Nope. She became fertilizer for grandpa’s garden. Of course, I became a suspect. Everyone knew she bullied me for years. But grandpa provided me with an alibi. Although my grandpa shared my killer instincts, as the warden of the local prison, the police held him in high esteem. He was one of them.

My Grandpa Mentored Me as a Schoolgirl. He Honed My Killer Instincts

But he was not one of them because he ran cruel experiments on inmates. And he killed people for fun. However, he did have a code like Dexter. Not quite as stringent as Dexter’s code, but he never killed innocents. He killed criminals, assholes, predators and anyone who harmed him or his family. And that included a bunch of mean girls. I killed one mean girl and more popped up. So, grandpa helped me hone my killer instincts.

Under his wing, I learned how to make snuff porn and get away with it. And I learned how to torture victims. Grandpa did not believe in quick kills. He got off on the pain and suffering of his victims. And now that gets me off too. Sure, sometimes I must kill quickly to avoid detection, but the best kills take hours, even days because so I can savor the torture. Perhaps, I can teach you how to get away with murder too. Time for me to pay it forward.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Leaves Your Cock Mutilated

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I can really sink my teeth into. Now, that is because I am a sadistic bitch who enjoys extreme CBT. Honestly, my favorite thing is mutilating worthless cocks, and loser small ones too. Not every cock I experiment on is small. Many are, but this guy last night sported a big dick. However, his predatory behavior landed him in the hot seat with me.

Just another guy who thinks he is entitled to fuck any woman he wants. These incel men are the worst. They think the world owes them pussy. So, they take what they want. No incel I have ever met did not need cock and ball torture sex. When he woke up, he found himself heavily restrained, and groggy from the roofie he tried to put in another girl’s drink. He did not see me switch their beers. Some men can outsmart a girl. But never me. I have eyes in the back of my head. Plus, I can spot the predators a mile away.

Leave it to a Sadistic Bitch to Mutilate Your Junk

This wannabe force fucker had a big cock. But he simply sported a mutilated dick about half its size by the time I finished with him. The first thing I did was use a large sounding device dipped in Icy Hot and shoved it down his pee hole. His tears looked real. I am sure the pain was real too. That had to hurt. But I wanted it to hurt. And I had just begun.

The second thing I did involved razor blades. I made tiny cuts on his cock and his balls. Then I dumped rubbing alcohol on his carved-up dick to make it really sting. More tears. This man I planned to leave alive so he would not prey on women again. But even a mutilated cock can bounce back. So, that is why castration phone sex followed. I neutered the asshole. I enjoy castration most when my victim lives. That way every time he take a piss he gets a reminder that he will never fuck or jack off again.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration with Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex keeps me busy. You might be surprised about how many men call me for castration. They want it to hurt too. Although I can and have used elastrators on them, I find it more fun and more painful for my victim if I use my knife. When I first started this gig, not nearly as many men wanted to lose their junk. But now, I get many men a day who understand they have worthless dicks. I enjoy a self-aware man.

But I do meet plenty of men who lack that self-awareness too. Lisa hired me to castrate the man who force fucked her ass, filmed it and uploaded the footage to an ass rape porn site. She wanted revenge on her ex-boyfriend. He likes to date women, force fuck them, then humiliate them all over again with an uploaded video of the assault. I would have castrated this man for free.

Lisa wanted it to hurt. She wanted permanent scarring and pain. So, no rubber band. I got to use my knife. She lured him to her place begging him to fuck her ass again. He took the bait. And he met me when he came over. I injected a syringe of Fentanyl to knock him out. Not enough to kill him. But just enough so I could subdue him and get him into my castration chair.

Not All Men Know They Do Not Deserve Their Balls

Lisa wanted to do the honors of slicing his balls off. And I did not deny her the revenge she needed to move on. It’s not that I like women. Friends, I do not need them. But I cannot let men take advantage of women, profit off it and get away unscathed and richer. She did not want to dull his pain or slow the bleeding, so she sliced his balls off with an old, rusted knife. He screamed loudly. Almost sounded like a girl when he screamed.

When his balls hit the floor, she did not miss a beat. She stomped on them while he watched in horror. I liked this girl. She had a mean streak in her that I could relate to. After she trampled his balls, she scooped them up and shoved them in his mouth. More horror on his face. He lost a couple pints of blood before the bleeding stopped. We let him live. And we knew he would not go to the police. He committed more crimes than we did.

Now, he can never fuck a woman again. No more revenge porn. No more humiliating women. And no more sex. He cannot even beat off. Lisa did not really need me. She’s a sick little bitch in her own right. Castration phone sex never gets boring.

Sadistic Phone Sex Might Cost You Your Balls

sadistic phone sexAs a lifelong sadistic, sadistic phone sex calls seem perfect for me. I love to torture, mutilate and snuff folks. Although I am also a paid mercenary, I torture and kill people for shits and giggles sometimes. Last night, this loser was in the wrong place at the wrong time. For whatever reason, I felt the need to mutilate some loser’s junk. Chop his balls off and feed them to my dog.

Normally, I look for a man to castrate. And I have a type. Big ego but sports a little or average dick. Rude to everyone. Feels self-entitled to pussy because he has a dick. But I had no knowledge about this guy. He needed a ride after his car broke down on the side of the road. So, this was an opportunity castration phone sex experience.

However, he did hit on me in the car, so that felt creepy enough for me to justify removing his junk. I took him back to my place, drugged his beer and dragged his lifeless body to my torture dungeon. And I had the castration chair ready to go.

I repurposed an old wooden execution chair. Added a plank that I attached to the middle of the chair. Carved a circle in it, made the plank adjustable for dick size. The way my little castration death chair works is that I strap my victim down. Straps around the head, wrists and ankles. A grip in the mouth so he does not bite his tongue off from the pain. I separate the cock and the balls. The balls go through the hole, and the cock gets strapped to the board. And I put a castration band around the balls. Then wait for them to turn blue.

Not All Men Deserve to Have Balls

I literally give a man blue balls before I castrate him. This hitchhiker I picked up appeared to be all potatoes and no meat. Although I did not know if he checked off all my boxes, I needed to castrate someone regardless. So, he got extreme cock and ball torture sex for being in the right place for me, and the wrong time for him.

With his tiny dick, the way I saw it, I did women a favor. He will never get erect again. He passed out from the pain and shock of losing his balls, but I revived him. Cauterized the wound with a cast iron skillet. Drugged him again and left him back where I found him. He will wake up without balls and wonder what the fuck happened to him. The drug I gave him erases short term memory. So, he will truly wonder where his balls went. They went to my dog as a special treat. And she loved them.

Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Torture

knife play phone sexI choose knife play phone sex every time. You see, I consider myself a wicked butcher. Plus, the knife seems more versatile as a weapon and less traceable.  Even though, if I snuff someone, I never leave the body somewhere it can be found. Nature helps me dispose of human remains. People bury bodies and get caught. Do not bury a corpse. Leave it in a wooded area for coyotes, wolves and bears to eat. Trust me. They will eat it. It seems like resources are thinning for wild animals, so they appreciate the free meal.

Wild animals make great accomplices. Trust me. I know something about this. I try to offer the wildlife behind my home a sacrifice weekly. Sometimes, I have a busy week, and they get a few bodies. Oddly enough, Easter brought out more annoying folks than usual. I thought if they were religious, I would see more kindness in folks. But I saw people spouting Christianity but acting quite the opposite. So, I gave a few women like that blasphemy sex.

Nothing Worse Than a Hypocritical Mean Girl

One of the cunts I killed, told me Goth girls need Jesus. Called me a Satan worshiper when she rammed her cart into my cart at the grocery store. She looked angelic in a pretty church dress, but she spewed such garbage, I knew she needed to die. Normally, I plan my kills more, but I watched this woman harass most of the other folks in the store for one reason or another. Her death would be a favor to the world. I followed her home. And I watched her house for 6 hours to see she lived alone. No surprise there. Who wants to marry a cunt.

Her house seemed easy for me to break into. As I checked out her home, I grabbed a few of the crosses she had adorning the walls. I shoved one down her throat as I told her fuck her god. And I took another cross and rammed it up her cunt while praising Satan. I drugged her while she slept, then tied her up. She woke up when crosses impaled her body. Torture sex with crosses amused me. She bled as I fucked her to death. Ripped her flesh from her body with the crosses. Destroyed her girl parts. And disemboweled her too.

I did not even need my knives for cunt number one. Turns out with enough strength, a cross makes an excellent instrument to impale the flesh with. And it added a little irony. A so-called Christian died by the cross just like her dead god. I did not clean up the crime scene because I left no DNA.  But I did take her body with me and fed her to my wild animal accomplices. They had an Easter feast.      

Cannibalism Phone Sex Connoisseur Cooks Girl Meat Over an Open Flame

cannibalism phone sexI am a connoisseur of cannibalism phone sex. Something so primal about hunting for your food. I am not a traditional meat lover. In fact, I eat zero animal meat. Not even fish or poultry. But I will eat human flesh occasionally. One male or female body can feed me for months. Girl meat tastes better. I think that’s because female skin is softer, less lean muscle mass that makes male meat tougher to chew regardless of how you cook it.

Two weeks ago, I kidnapped some drunk hot teen slut. Because she appeared so drunk, I had no problem getting her into my car. She sat in a cage in my dungeon for two weeks before I cooked her last night. Daily butter baths softened her skin. I like to eat clean girls. By that I mean, no tattoos or piercings, natural hair color and no Botox in the face. Young girls rarely do Botox, but I have seen a few. I will not put poison in my body by eating tainted snuff sex meat,

I Have a Special Taste for Girl Meat

This girl fell into my lap. And I took it as a sign to replenish my meat stash. After a couple weeks of butter baths, and high protein meals to fatten her up, I finally spit roasted her last night. But before I could roast her, I needed to drain her blood and take out her organ meat. That gets cooked indoors.  And I needed to remove her head. Once I took out the brain, I tossed the head to the coyotes.

I prefer cooking the skin over an open fire. It cooks more evenly. Plus, the smell of burning girl flesh intoxicates me. It has a unique smell. I seasoned my meat before I cooked it. And I put vegetables in her abdomen just like you stuff a turkey. And I ate like a queen last night. A sadistic phone sex queen. But I have plenty of leftovers. Are you hungry?