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Castration Phone Sex is What Makes My Pussy Purr

castration phone sexGuys ask me often what makes my pussy wet. And they never want to hear castration phone sex. If you do not want to know the answer to a question, do not ask it. I am not the typical girl. If you are on a snuff site, do not come at me for some sappy ass romance shit. This is not a love line. So, no Harlequin romance shit goes down on a snuff site. You can be my accomplice or my victim. There is no middle choice that makes you my lover.

Troy fucked around and found out the hard way. He thought my dark, brooding Wednesday Adams demeanor was an act. No girl ends up on a snuff porn site because she is looking for romance. She ends up here because she is looking for violence. I take men’s balls when they get all lovey dovey.  I am not that kind of girl. This is not a Rom Com movie.

However, I am the kind of girl to rip your balls off with my teeth. Since Troy wanted sex and romance, I seized the opportunity to make it so he never craves sex again. And I made it look like I wanted to give him head. For a moment, he thought he had won. But when I bit down on his left testicle and drew blood, he knew my dark persona was no act.

I Take Your Balls for Fun, Loser

I ripped his left nut off with my bare teeth. However,  I looked like some frenzied killer. His blood covered my face. And I had only just begun. While he cowered in pain, I bit off his right testicle too. His blood splattered my face and my floors. Hazard of an unwanted castration. I let him bleed for a bit. He deserved some cock and ball torture sex. Perhaps, he does not agree. But I do not care what he thought. He violated my rules, so I took his nuts. He should be grateful I let him live.

Snuff Phone Sex for November, or As I Call it, Snuffember

snuff phone sexSnuff Phone Sex November arrived yesterday. And I am so happy. I love snuffember. But let me be honest here. I do not need an excuse to snuff someone. Every month has a theme of death and torture for me. Sorry. Not sorry. It is who I am. I love to create havoc and chaos.

And I love to kill. Last night I worked late, but my callers filled me with both rage and inspiration which is a perfect combination for a sadistic bitch like me. Some callers inspire me with their wickedly delicious minds for torture. And some annoy the fuck out of me because they expect me to fuck them or be their girlfriend. I am not GFE material.

Anyway, I felt the need to pull an all nighter. The freaks do come out at night. And I found one that deserved snuff sex. I watched this loser try to attack women in the park. He attempted to take advantage of drunk girls. That is not hard, but he kept fucking it up. So, I let him think I was a drunk girl cutting through the park to get home.

Every Month is Snuffember with Me

He proved to be much easier to subdue than expected. Sort of disappointed me because I like a challenge. One punch and I knocked him out. And I do punch like a girl too. I put him in my trunk and took him to my kill cabin. That was a long drive at 3 in the morning. But once I arrived at my kill shack the magic happened.

With just the glow of a candle, my kill shack looks spooky. And he felt fear. I could smell it. That smell is my aphrodisiac. I told him happy snuffember before I sunk my knife into his soft belly. I gave it a few twists before I pulled it out and let his entrails spill on my floor. Although it was a quick kill, it felt satisfying. Once less predator on the prowl.  Since I got sleepy, I just tossed his entire carcass out back for the animals. Usually, I cut the meat up for my furry accomplices, but not when I feel sleepy.

After a nap, I came back to my kill shack to clean up the mess, and I did not find even a bone. Not sure if it was a bear, coyotes or the hole damn forest that consumed my evidence, but I was happy. Nature is the ultimate accomplice phone sex partner.

Knife Play Phone Sex Season is Here

knife play phone sexHalloween is knife play phone sex season. Many men want to stab a bitch. One man thought he could stab me. Wrong bitch loser. I joke that I have a set of eyes in the back of my head. I do not miss a thing. When he attempted to mug me leaving a Halloween party at a Goth bar, I sensed his presence. And he did not have the element of surprise he hoped he would have. However, I did.

Sure, I could have killed him right there in public and never spent a day in jail. We can defend ourselves from attackers and get off. But I wanted to enjoy the revenge. Even though I keep knives strapped to my legs and arms, I always carry a needle full of morphine around too. In needle form, it acts quickly to disable anyone I want.

Normally, I only inject brats I want to kidnap in a crowd. But a man trying to mug me, well, he had it coming. When he woke up, he found himself in a snuff sex nightmare. I stripped him naked and tied him to my castration chair. I still do not know if he wanted me dead, disabled or what his true intentions were. Did he want to mug me, or force fuck me? Perhaps someone hired him to attack me? It did not matter. He would not survive to do this to me again or anyone.

I Castrate Men and Feed Them Their Severed Cock and Balls

I am glad I disabled him quickly because he appeared to be like 6’5. Although I am tiny at 5’1, I am mighty. No one ever suspects I am as strong as I am. I told my attacker who I was. Then I showed him in case he had any doubt about my capabilities. I cut his balls off first. When he began screaming in pain, I shoved his severed balls into his mouth until he looked like a chipmunk who scored some nuts.

Then, I sliced his cock off but in tiny little pieces. I treated his cock like a holiday sausage I cut up for a charcuterie board, LOL. I love castration phone sex, but I rarely just take the balls. My attacker kept passing out, so I needed to slap him back awake. He did not deserve to die quickly or sleep through the torture. Although I did kill him eventually, I made him wish he had never been born first. And I made him eat his chopped up worthless dick.

Yeah, he fucked with the wrong bitch.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Halloween Are Hot for Us Both

rape phone sex fantasiesHalloween brings out the rape phone sex fantasies men harbor for young girls. Teenagers and even younger girls dress up like little sluts and drive men crazy. And I step in to help men act on the natural impulses for these young little sluts. On Halloween, age does not matter because all females get a hall pass from the slut shaming.

However, they do not get a hall pass from fucking. You go out dressed like a Barbie bimbo, you will get fucked like one too. Hunter hired me to scout a young little princess for him. He wanted a Halloween rape fantasy a week early. Since he paid me, I took him hunting with me. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch with no love for young girls. So, happy hunting we went.

We went to the mall and scouted out some potential talent for him. And we found one almost immediately. She appeared alone and lonely. I have an eye for talent. I can spot the vulnerable girls a mile away and lure them to their final resting spot easily. Hunter seemed pleased with our selection. We drove her to my kill shack, and she never fought, screamed or even questioned the road trip. Told you I had an eye for the easiest targets.

sadistic phone sexHunter switched gears once we entered my kill shack. He could no longer pretend to be a nice guy. Not around such tiny little fuck meat. Even though I am always prepared to assist, he did not need my help. His dick grew several inches once he ripped her clothes off. I thought he might pace himself. But he pounced on her like a tiger on its prey, destroying her limb by limb.

I Love Hunting Brats

She did not live long enough to be his ass rape porn star. Although he fucked all her holes, I suspect she stopped breathing before he got to her ass. He had a lot of pent up sexual frustration over little cock teases. But his actions did not scare me or repulse me. I believe little whores are here for men like Hunter and you to destroy.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill and a Love for Human Suffering

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex takes skill. Why shoot your victim when you can carve them up with your knife. A knife not only takes skill to use, but it also serves as a versatile weapon. I use my knife to stab victims. But I can torture with a knife. Most guns kill quickly. Bleeding out or being dissected like a frog causes optimal pain. And that most often is my goal.

Charlie loves pain. He hired me to castrate him. Although he recognized that his cock appeared worthless to most women, he lacked the courage to castrate himself. But Charlie tried to renege on our arrangement. And when I said I do not offer refunds for losers with cold feet, he tried to fight me. And he lost the fight. However, I would say my knife won that battle. One jab to the side rendered him less feisty, LOL.

I knew where to stab him to disable him but not kill him. Oh, he would be a snuff sex victim, but I wanted to prolong his pain and suffering. Those two things combined equal an aphrodisiac for me. Suddenly, he looked like a shadow of himself. What did he expect? He hired me to take his junk, then he tried to fight me over money. Do I look like the kind of woman who takes that kind of shit? No, I do not would be the only answer to that question.

My Knife is My Best Friend and I Love to Use My Friends

Charlie might be bear shit right now, but it took him 23 hours to die. I set the timer so I would know how long I prolonged his death. I cut his cock off first. His balls too. I mean he did pay me for a service. Although he paid for the castration, the torture sex I gave him for free. He deserved it. I dissected him like a frog in biology class. Even took out his organ meat. High protein food.

Charlies’ death needs to serve as a reminder to everyone not to renege on an agreement or fight me. You will not win. In fact, you will die.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Season is Here: Ready to Hunt with Me?

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but the darker a mind can go, the more fun I can have. I will not eat just any flesh. I consider my palette refined.  In fact, I hunt for months to find the right meal. And if I find the right one, I savor it. Want to know my hunting secrets? First, I want a female meal. Girl skin feels softer, and cooks better because it’s more malleable. And girl skin tastes better.

Second, I require a natural girl. And trust me those kinds of girls become harder and harder to find. But I can find them with patience. For the perfect meal I need a girl to have natural breasts. I prefer no tattoos or piercings. And I also want natural hair and no Botox. No fake tanning either because it makes the skin leathery.

The best tasting girl meat comes from a victim under 30 too with some meat on her bones. I am not talking two tons of fun here. However, a girl with some extra padding cooks better and tastes better too. I am a taboo phone sex woman. Cannibalism may be too extreme for some of you. But I bet I can find some men out there who enjoy the hunt and preparation that goes into finding the perfect meal.

I Can Spend Weeks, Even Months Looking for the Perfect Meal

Once I have my perfect meal, the preparation can take a while. Not only do I need to clean my meal, but I need to soak it too. Although some cannibals may just cook and eat their meals, not me. I spend days, even weeks on the preparation. I feed my meal good healthy foods for weeks to clean out any of the garbage that can ruin a delectable meal. Young girls do eat better these days, but sometimes you get one who lives on Red Bull and candy.

I soak my meal in a simple butter sauce too. Softens the skin and just gives the girl meat an overall succulent taste. And do not get me started on how I cook my meal. A lot of preparation goes into the seasonings used, and the cooking method and time. I might need to save that for another time. But Thanksgiving is right around the corner.  And this snuff porn bitch could use a fellow seasoned cannibal to help me prepare the perfect meal. Is that you?

Snuff Movies and October Go Together

snuff moviesOctober is not just for watching snuff movies. For sadistic bitches like me, October means making snuff flicks too. The bloodier the better. I am not for the weak of heart. I am not for first time callers or any man with mild or vanilla fantasies either. Only seasoned snuff connoisseurs or masochistic men should call me.

I can make men cry. My voice is not a giggling teen voice. Fuck that shit. My voice sounds more like a mature seasoned bitch whose has seen and done some shit. I even did some shit last night. Wicked shit too. As I drove home from my Goth bar last night, I happened upon a drunk coed driving erratically on her way home. She had no business driving drunk. Although she did appear to take the less traveled road home, she almost ran me off the road.

So, I ran her off the road instead. Sure, I could have been noble. Perhaps a good woman would call AAA and drive the drunk girl home. But no one considers me a good woman. No one. I took her to my kill shack instead. Too bad you were not with me to explore your rape phone sex fantasies. As soon as I got her into my shack, she puked. I made her lick it up. No one makes a mess in my home but me. I like to make bloody messes.

Some Girls, Many Girls Deserve to Die

I needed to hold a knife to her so she would be obedient. Drunk coeds deserve to die. Even drunk they still act and behave belligerently. Perhaps, I intended to help the girl. She showed no appreciation for saving her drunk life, so I sodomized her with a beer bottle. I pissed on her face. And I even double fisted her two tightest holes. The bitch appeared to like it, so I switched from my fists to my knifes. Now, she did not like it so much. Okay, she did not like it at all.

I stabbed her cunt and her ass until her insides fell out of her holes. You can eviscerate a young girl from the outside with long, sharp objects. Now, it looks like a painful way to die. But no cunt should die quickly.  Cunts deserve killer phone sex. And they deserve to die slowly and painfully. I told you I might not be your cup of tea. My mind runs dark as the night. Think you can handle being my partner?

Bloody Phone Sex is a Present to Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex might be what you get with me. I love a bloody massacre. Perhaps, I bathe in the blood of virgins. No Botox for me. Just blood. My last victim turned out to be a fighter. Usually, when I kill a young girl, they give in quickly. Not this brat. She scratched me a few times with her fingernails. But no teen girl can ever get the better of me.

Her fighting me, just prolonged her death. Made me want to torture her more. This kill served as an early Halloween present for me. I picked this brat up at the mall. She appeared alone, but she caused a stir. Almost every store she went into she acted prissy and mean. Demanding sizes and outfits not even in the store. She kept saying things like, “Do you know who my daddy is?” I watched in horror as the staff bent over backwards for this teen whore.

However, all I could think about, was the torture sex this brat needed. I did not care who her father was. No one should talk to other people the way she did. And no person deserves to be catered to and coddled like this little teen bitch. I needed to put her out of everyone’s misery because that monster inside her would only continue to grow.

Sometimes, a Kill is Just for Pleasure

Not any more though. I fed her to the coyotes. But only after 8 hours of torture and pain. Although initially I struggled with the bitch, I got her tied up and gagged. However,  I did underestimate her strength. Hell, hath no fury like a mean teen girl, LOL. However, I like a struggle. Keeps my skills sharp. You want to know what else is sharp? The knife I carved her up with.

I cut off her nipples first. Then I sliced off her labia lips and ate them in front of her. I like to eat pussy too. I carved her flesh until she looked like she had been skinned alive. Perhaps, I should have been a butcher, LOL. I am good at carving up meat. By the time I finished with this girl, she begged to die. The only thing different I would do with this girl if I could kill her again would be to invite you to help. I like to combine snuff with teen rape porn.

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?