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Castration Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is bloody fun, especially for me. I watched a documentary on Lorena Bobbitt last night. I felt all inspired. I do not need her to take a man’s junk though. I castrated my first man in high school. I got a taste for it then. When I was a schoolgirl, the other schoolboys and girls called me Wednesday. That was because of Wednesday Addams. I was a loner Goth girl even back then. A teacher tried to force himself on me in the dark room where I was developing photos for a school project. I carried a small knife on me that I hid between my legs. I had it strapped with a garter to my thigh. My grandpa told me to do it so I could defend myself against bullies. This teacher was the last one I suspected of being a pervert too. But when he tried to fuck me, I threw photographic solution in his face, which burned his eyes, and I cut off his dick. I did the Lorena Bobbitt thing. She did her thing when I was just a little girl in diapers still, but everyone knew who she was and what she did when I was in high school. My teacher was my first willing torture sex victim. He started a domino effect though. I felt empowered grabbing that knife and slicing his dick off so he could not violate other schoolgirls. I knew he was not going to tell anyone what I did because he would have to explain why his dick was out in front of a young girl. He is likely still alive and dickless wonder. But now, so many more men are too. Because he was not the last man to try to force himself on me or other women. I can castrate you cleanly, or I can make it leave an ugly mark. I can take the balls, or I can take the dick too. I can let you bleed out or I can cauterize the wound. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. Not your bitch though. Never your bitch. I am just a tough as nails Goth girl who gets immense pleasure from mutilating your sex organs.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies are Strongest During Holidays

snuff phone sexThe holidays bring out our snuff phone sex fantasies. People are full of rage and arousal over the holidays and that can lead to some hot fucking role plays. It is not all role play for me, however. I am a dark bitch. A Goth girl with a dark side. I was chatting with his guy I met at a Goth bar over the weekend. He told me how he was constantly cock teased by his neighbor girl. I asked him to describe her to me and with his words, he painted the perfect picture of a little cock tease who needed to die. I was the right person to confess his dirty thoughts too. After some strong shots, I had him convinced that we should make a snuff porn with the little slut. I told him the best Christmas gift he could give himself would be her little pussy around his dick. I egged him on, like I do. I will always be that devil on your shoulder convincing you to do nasty things to little sluts. We could not use his actual neighbor girl because if I am your accomplice, I keep you safe. We found a surrogate for her. A little lookalike slut in a trailer park who lived hours away from where he lives. She was out at night in the trailer park playground. No one was around. She was ripe for the taking. I snatched her up quickly. I disarmed her with chloroform. When she woke up, she was naked in a cabin in the woods getting fucked by a grown man. He called her Gretchen because that was the name of the little neighbor girl. I filmed the teen rape porn for him as a Christmas gift. I like him. He is a perverted man. I got rid of the body for him. In the mountains where I have my kill shack, it is easy to get rid of evidence. I just feed the remains to the bears and the coyotes. What do you say? Feel like going hunting for your Christmas gift?

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.

I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.

Castration Phone Sex Season is Here

castration phone sexThis the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Killer Good Time

bloody phone sexWant to have a bloody phone sex good time? I do mean bloody. I am not for the faint at heart. I have been called a gore whore for a reason. I love the site of blood. It is an aphrodisiac to me. I got a taste of blood as a schoolgirl. My first kill, I rarely talk about, but that is not because I am worried about getting caught or anything. I know there is no statute of limitations on murder, but I know no one will ever be able to find me and make anything stick. I rarely talk about it because it was messy and impulsive. I had not yet become the stone-cold killer I am now. I am a snuff porn queen now. Back then, however, I was still learning my way. My grandfather was the only person I ever trusted. He helped shape my sadistic mind. I told him that I had stabbed a bully to death, and I needed help covering up my crime. He was not mad at me. He disposed of her body for me and made it so she would never be found. To this day she is still listed as a missing person. She had lured me into the woods near where I lived and taunted me. I had a small knife on me, and I stabbed her in the juggler. Blood spurted everywhere and covered me. She took a long time to die, but I watched in awe of all the blood and her pain. The bitch had it coming, but I panicked afterwards. My grandpa cleaned up my mess. But that was the one and only time anyone had to clean up my mess because my grandpa helped me become a stone-cold killer phone sex bitch after that. He was a masterful killer himself. Very prolific and never caught. I am his progeny. The days of impulsive killing are long behind me. I got a taste for blood on that first kill, but now I know how to kill without ever being caught. And I can take the risk for you so neither of us get caught.

Castration Phone Sex is for Tiny Dicked Losers Just Like You

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Castration phone sex is my jam. I love cutting off balls and even dicks. Guys approach me all the time on and off the phone to do for them what they are too weak to do for themselves. I did my first castration when I was 18. I did not plan on doing it, but this loser was forcing himself on me. I kept thinking if he was trying to force fuck me, who else was he trying to fuck against their will too. I always have a knife on me. That time it was hiding in my bra. It was a small knife, but it was all I needed. I remember the first time I had torture sex with a guy’s genitals like it was yesterday. It gave me a taste for cock and ball torture. Now, I am a junk removal extraordinaire. I will cut off your balls and your dick for any reason at all. Men who try to force fuck me are top of the list, however. Second in line though are all the men with worthless peckers who think they have what a woman needs. You cannot have a big ego with a tiny wiener.  That is not how things go. Men are not superior to me. Men with smalls dicks are not superior to anyone. I will say though many small dicked men know they are inferior and they seek me out to help them do what they cannot muster the guts to do themselves. Leo is my latest client. He got the castration chair last night. I was gentle with him. Gentle to me just means giving a guy a pill to dull the pain. It must hurt like a bitch when a taboo phone sex chick like me whacks off your testicles, and even your dick too. I left his cock. He can still pee like a normal dude, but no more erections for him. What about you? Are you able to admit your inferiority yet? I will take your balls and I will enjoy doing it.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Produces the Most Perfect Holiday Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is perfect for Thanksgiving. I hunt my meal in August because for the best meal, you must prep the meat and that takes time. I found a nice meal coming out of a bar drunk one night. A college girl with some meat on her bones, which is hard to find nowadays. Most college girls look so anorexic. She was the perfect meal. She had just the right enough meat on her bones. She had natural hair. No tattoos. No implants. In a world of plastic Barbie Dolls, it can be a challenge to find an organic meal. I did not know how perfect she was until I brought her home and inspected her. If she had fake boobs and lots of hidden tats, I would have sold her to this sex trafficker I know. He loves white coeds. They go for great money. This one was all mine, however. She was going to feed me for all the holidays, and most of the winter months too. I spend most of the winter months in my kill shack in the woods. It is off the beaten path. No one knows how to get there. I am alone with the wild animals, but it is the perfect place for snuff porn. No one can hear the screams. No one can smell the flesh cooking but the wild animals. This girl has been screaming her head off from my basement on and off since I got her. I have been giving her butter baths daily to soften her skin. I have detoxed her and fed her healthy meals, so she is tastier. Hannibal Lector would be proud of me.  There is a lot of prep in Thanksgiving meals. But I out did myself. She soaked all night in a special sauté. Now, she is slow roasting over an open flame.  She may be my best meal yet.  I have a huge freezer to cut up and store what I do not eat. That means you can have some of my leftovers. I took a little taste as I was cooking her, and man, this is going to be the best killer phone sex meal I have ever had. Care to join me?

Knife Play Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time with Me

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Knife play phone sex is bloody fun. I love to stab, slice, cut and disfigure. I saw this little girl playing by herself at the park and was suddenly filled with rage. She looked like an angel; the kind of girl P men would love to fuck. But she represented to me all that is evil in little girls. She was flirting with the daddies in the park. Even at her young age, she knew her tiny little body could garner attention. This was a future gold digging, cock teasing slut who would grow up to be the kind of woman who gives other women a bad name. I had to stop her in her tracks before she could do more damage. I had killer phone sex impulses right then, but I curtailed them until I could get her alone. I am stealth and I am patient. It is a struggle most days though to show restraint, but restraint keeps me out of prison. I followed the girl home, so I would know where she lived. I waited. I plotted. And when the timing was right, I stole her right from her bedroom in the middle of the night. I took her to my kill shack, and I mutilated her little body for shits and giggles. I sliced off her nipples. I cut off her labia lips. I carved a W in her flat belly to remind her that she is a whore. I took pride in disfiguring the little cunt. I could have killed her quickly, but there is no fun in a quick and painless death for me. I like the suffering of others. I get off on the pain and tears of young girls. Do you? Honestly, I could have used a male accomplice. Sure, I had fun torturing the cunt with my knife. I eventually killed her and fed her to the wild animals but having an accomplice phone sex partner is always way more fun for me.

Snuff Movies are My Foreplay to Murderous Fun

snuff moviesSnuff movies are my foreplay. I am not the typical girl. I do not need men as lovers. Sure, a nice cock feels good, but I have a battery operated boyfriend who does the job for me. Men are complicated. They get attached to me and I cannot have that. I do not need a stalker. I do no even need a lover. I need an accomplice though. Men are great partners in crime. I really enjoy hunting with an equally sick man. I was watching snuff flicks last night. Watching girls get slaughtered and fucked, turned me on. I had to hunt for pussy. I wanted to sink my knife into tender age flesh and see the bright red blood. I can kill on my own. I do it all the time, but I do not do damage to those puffy bald mounds like you can. I want to watch a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies with young girls. I want you to be my accomplice.

You were not available, so I went with Ted. He was this guy I met on the dark net. He expressed a desire to fuck something young and hairless. I reached out to him. We struck up an online friendship. He decided last night we should meet, and I told him to cum over. I had a little slut already picked out for us. I had already kidnapped her from a different state. She has been in my dungeon for a few days. I just needed the right accomplice to turn her into a teen rape porn star. He was everything I hoped he would be. He was tall, handsome and sadistic like me. He enjoyed fucking her.  He ruined her tiny fuck holes. If I was going to let her live, she would have required stitches. But I told him to destroy her because she was going to be coyote food. I need men like him in my life. I love to kill but I love to watch men destroy tiny holes with their cocks just as much. Game to hunt with me?

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Ways To Kill and Torture a Loser

knife play phone sexI love knife play phone sex. A knife is my best friend. It is my weapon of choice. I will always pick a knife to kill you with. It takes more skill to kill with a knife than a gun. I can kill with a knife. I can torture with a knife. I can castrate with a knife too. That is my favorite thing to do with a knife. Balls are overrated. I think they are a privilege that should be revoked by women like me. When I met Toby at the bar, I knew he was a tool. I saw him spiking women women’s drinks. I watched and waited for my opportunity. I am stealth. While he was spiking a woman’s drink, I spiked his. I always carry drugs on me because you never know when you must drug a tool or a young cunt. Anyway, I hit on him. I distracted him from the Goth babe he was trying to drug. I could have made him a snuff porn star. I decided to cut off his balls instead. It is a permanent reminder of how bad actions have consequences like losing your balls. When we were in his car, I made him think I was going to give him head. When I was near his balls, I pulled out my knife and sliced them off. He never saw it coming. He was screaming in pain. He was bleeding too. Normally, when I castrate a man, I will cauterize the wound. It will be nasty, but there will not be so much blood. This guy was a predator. He deserved the pain and the disfiguration of an impromptu castration. I am no patron saint of women, but he was in my bar. He was drugging my Goth friends. He was an outsider. You want to drug and fuck women, go to some coed bar. I will even help you. I am goth teen phone sex bitch, however. You come into my bar, drugging my people, you will lose your junk. I have castrated men for far less.