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Mutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.
I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.
Murder phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I cater to your darker thoughts and fantasies. Sometimes you are the one who wants to die, and sometimes you have a victim already lined up for us to slaughter. Either way, I am down to play. Most men are not so stupid as to attempt to kill or force fuck me. But every now and again, I meet a dumb fuck with a death wish. Brett was the latest dumb fuck. He hired me to help him kill his daughter’s best friend. Apparently, he spiked the little bitch’s drink one night and fucked her, but she was not completely out of it. She was a smart little one. One I wish could be my accomplice phone sex partner. She has been blackmailing him since. He has a lot to lose because if convicted he would spend the rest of his life behind bars being some guy’s bitch. So, not only was he dumb enough to not drug her completely, he thought he could fuck me too? Like the fee he paid me to take care of his problem meant he owned me. I was clear that the money he gave me was solely to get rid of his problem. Now, I had to turn the tables on him. He was too dumb to live. I had the intended victim do the honors. I would have killed her had this dumb fuck stuck to our agreement, but this was an opportunity I rarely get. I had a protégé. A young girl obviously devious in her thinking and methodical about her planning. I gave her my knife and let her do with him what she wanted. This was revenge. She cut his cock and balls off and shoved them in his mouth like she was baking a cake. She did not flinch. She did not hesitate. She is my mini me and I am going to groom her to be a sick dominant taboo phone sex bitch like me.
Snuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?
Killer phone sex is what I do best. I am a sick bitch trapped inside a 5’2 115lb body. Do not let my size fool you. I am a mean and sadistic bitch. I am stronger than I look. Men always underestimate me and that never goes well for them. I was in a murderous mood earlier in week. It does not take much to set me off honestly. This guy was out of his league hitting on me. Some nerdy white boy loser with a fetish for Goth girls. I see it all the time at the Goth and Steam Punk bars I frequent. This guy, however, was someone I knew. Not personally but I knew of him. I have long wanted to kill him, or at least give him a healthy dose of castration phone sex. He is a guy who put up revenge porn on a few girls who dissed him. He is a hacker. He never dated these women because they had higher standards. He just hacked their phones and found pictures to use. This was over ten years ago. He put them up on that now defunct site Is Anyone Up? It got pulled because consent was rarely given for the photos used. I never knew this guy but several women I know all had awful experiences with him, some even when they were just young teen girls. This guy was a pervert, a predator and a loser. And he walked right into my hands and underestimated my powers. I played drunk because that is what he wanted. Predators always go after the drunk chicks. Easy prey to them. But he was the easy prey, not me. Alone, in his apartment, I cut off his cock. I was going to just make him a eunuch, but he had rape fantasies he was trying to explore with me. Nope. He did not think I would have a sharp knife tied to my thigh. I grabbed it and sliced his cock off before his pathetic short stack could worm its way inside my pussy. He bled a lot. Cried a lot too. He deserved it though. This was torture sex karma. Not only is karma a bitch, but I am too. Never underestimate me.
I love making teen rape porn for profit. Sometimes, however, it is charity because I meet some annoying piece of fuck meat, I just think the world would be better off without. I was at the mall on Saturday. I am not a mallrat. I never was, but a suburban mall is a plethora of bratty teens and sometimes you meet a brat so worthy of dying, you do it for free. I met this blonde whore at a coffee shop. She cut in line then gave me shade. She was cock teasing all the men in the line too. She thought her shit did not stink. I just helped her realize it does. I stalked her subtly. I am a master of blending in despite my Gothic phone sex look. No one ever remembers me in the crowd where a missing girl was last seen. I can stand out and blend in simultaneously. She was old enough to drive, so I followed her in what I suspected was her daddy’s Lexus. You know the type of spoiled princess I am talking about, right? A cute young thing that gets away with murder because she is daddy’s girl and daddy is filthy rich. I was happy to put her out of your misery because one day she would cock tease the hell out you just to cut in line.
I ran the spoiled bitch off the road in a car I hot wired because it belonged to this P man who must register wherever he lives. I am a planner. I knew I was going to kill this day, so I had a plan. I just did not have a target yet until this privileged cunt crossed my path. I put a condom on a rubber dildo and explored your rape phone sex fantasies for this little whore. I killed her brutally too. Just first I had to stage the scene to look like a sexual assault / murder. I enjoyed her screams and seeing her blood leave her body and stain the dewy grass of the woods. This cunt, I killed for free.
Snuff phone sex I can do all damn day. I love me some murderous men. I can kill you or I can help you kill someone else. I love to murder and mutilate. I met this guy on a dark web chat room a few weeks ago. He needed to get rid of his ex-wife. She is just annoying and complicating his life. The shit he was telling me was like straight out of a Lifetime movie. She sounded psycho but even if she was a normal doting mom, I would still whack her because I was paid. Murder for hire and castrations are how I make my real money. I need to make more money than what I do with my taboo phone sex line. I make great money at the fantasy calls, but with an uncertain economy, I need to pad my mattress with more rainy day money. I am an assassin, an accomplice and a mutilator of male junk. Guys pay well to have someone whacked or even their own junk whacked off, LOL. I would kill and maim for free, but if I can get paid to do what I love, isn’t that anyone’s dream job?
Anyway, this latest client is some Tech genius with a lot of money. But if is ex-wife has her way, he will lose his millions to her and their spawn. I have no problem leaving brats motherless. You see this guy is diddling his little girls. She found out and is blackmailing him. In my eyes she is not a good mom. She is not calling the police or trying to get help for her little girls. She is extorting my client for money to keep his dirty P secret. Now, I do not care if he is ripping his girls’ hymen into shreds or prolapsing their tiny assholes by treating them like ass porn star if he pays me. With the bitch ex out of the way, he can keep his money and his secrets.
I killed her in her home. I wanted to mutilate her sexy bitch bod, but I had to make it look like a home invasion because the ex is always suspect number one. Her jewelry alone is worth millions. Of course, I cannot pawn it because they will have tracers out on the precious jewels she has. But she dead. Bullet in the head. And I am a few grand richer.
Castration phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Guys ask me all the time what I really enjoy, and I am brutally honest. I am not your typical phone sex woman. I am not sitting around all day begging for men to call me. I am not waiting to service your cock. I enjoy torture and the mutilation of sex organs. Now, I do love a good accomplice call where we hunt and kill together; but a good genital mutilation brings me nothing but joy. I am superior to most men. I am superior to most people. I am intelligent and I act with reason, not emotion. Too many men act with their dicks instead of their brains if they even have any. I know that sounds egotistical, but emotions are what bring people down and send them to prison. If guys acted with their big head instead of their little head, there never would have been a Me Too movement. I have never looked at any man and been like I want him so much I am just going to take him. Now, I have looked at a man and been like he looks so fucking stupid, I must explore my murder phone sex fantasies, so he never procreates.
I had that overwhelming sensation last night when I met Oliver at my local Goth dive bar. He was spiking girls’ drinks. I see everything. I am never caught off guard. My sixth sense is strong. I drugged him first. Not the first time or the last time that will happen. I was going to take him to my kill shack where I do my best work and can prolong the agony, but this guy was about 250 lbs of dead weight drugged. I settled for a back-alley castration. He had a worthless wiener. No woman would want to fuck or suck that worthless nub. I drove him to the waterfront. It is a seedy warehouse district where all the drug deals go down and hookers hang out. His sexually mutilated junk would be blamed on some whore not a torture sex bitch like me. He was out cold. I pulled his pants down and laughed at the short stack he thought he could force on me if I had not outsmarted him. I used a rusty blade and cut off his balls and half of his cock and tossed them in the river for fish food. I left him there to bleed out and get jack rolled. Fucking loser. He will just be the victim of another random act of senseless violence. Although it was not senseless to me. The bastard deserved it all.
Bloody phone sex fun is what I am all about. I love a massacre. Blood turns me on. It is my favorite color. I bathe in blood. I drink blood. I am not a witch or a vampire though. I am just a sick bitch with a passion for pain. I love a bloody massacre the most, but normally I am only killing one little bitch at a time. This new client of mine had the fantasy of a gang bang with a bunch of little schoolgirls. He even had a a plan on how to get a bunch of brats together at once. I traveled for this guy to another state. It was a for hire job. He paid all my expenses and my fee. He ended up doubling my fee because he was so satisfied with our work. I normally do not travel that far. It is not that I do not think I can kill in another state. I can kill anywhere. I just cannot scope out and plan as well when I have no lay of the land. But this dude was the best accomplice sex partner ever. He knew this house that had a bunch of illegals who were likely nabbed for the sex trade. We massacred the place. Sneak attack. No one would report these brats dead. And with us in and out of the state so quickly, we would not be found. We went in at night, killed the three gunmen guarding the place. That left about a dozen little South of the border girls who spoke no English to play with. This dude just wanted to fuck a bunch of young brats and kill them. He was a true partner. Not only did he fuck these little cunts, he helped me stab them to death. Guns are traceable. Not my knives. I make many of my own. Never have I purchased a knife that was so rare it could be traced back to me. Blood was gushing all over the place. I love the taste and feel of the blood of little girls. We came in the middle of the night and left undetected. Always covered because of cameras. I mean we had zero motive and those types of crimes get blamed on rival gangs. Some evil trafficker took out the competition when it was just two folks with teen rape porn fantasies.
Knife play phone sex is my favorite. My favorite way to kill is with one of my knives. I have over 1,000 knives, many are vintage. My late grandfather was an avid collector of weapons. He liked weapons with a history. He had medieval torture devices and he even had some serial killer weapons. He ran a prison in the 60s and 70s. He got shut down when the government discovered that he was using prisoners as Guinea pigs for kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies. I loved him. He was my mentor. Maybe the only person I actually loved. My parents were useless as tits on a boar hog as my grandpa would say. He nurtured my natural homicidal tendencies. He is the reason I can help you kill some cunt and never get caught. On Monday, Fourth of July, I went hunting. I brought a couple knives and started a snuff sex spree. With a knife I can kill a thousand ways and show off my skills. I could have been a butcher. I am not a meat eater, but I do love tender flesh if you know what I mean. On Monday, I took a couple prime cuts of thigh meat as a souvenir. I freeze the flesh to eat later. I found this one guy who I killed first. He was tool tormenting animals with fireworks, so I tortured him. He was drunk and easy to bait. He was easy to kill too. I did not kill him right away. I tortured him. It was time for some Karma. I castrated him while he was awake and fed his balls to this beautiful Pitt bull he scared with fireworks. I then shoved a firecracker up his ass. Ouch. I destroy his body with various cuts. Carved him up like a side of beef. Took a big segment of thigh meat that I will savor later. I love a good flank steak. He suffered. That was my goal. Torture sex with knives is awesome. Want to hunt with me or maybe be my next victim and dinner?
Tis the season for snuff phone sex. Summer is the best killing time, especially if your victims are super young girls, or girls of any age. I was in a killing frenzy this weekend. I am still in that mode. It is a hot holiday weekend. That means backyard barbecues and pool parties. Plenty of young girls in bikinis and really short shorts cock teasing men everywhere. I was hunting with Adam yesterday. He hired me to hunt, fuck and kill a young neighbor girl. We had to find a surrogate for her, and in the summertime, a little blonde, white cock tease with no tits and a cute bubble butt is easy to find. We found a doppelganger for his neighbor tease a couple counties away where the girls’ disappearance will be blamed on daddy or some other creepy neighbor guy. Did you know that the registry of sex offenders is public knowledge? You can look up names, addresses and offenses with a couple keystrokes. Cops will look at local brat diddlers before anyone else. Very easy to pin a missing brat on one of the many perverts living in any community. We found his perfect victim at a city pool. I lured her away with the puppy trick. Adam was excited. It took all my power to make him keep it in his pants until we got to my kill shack. He wasted no time exploring his rape phone sex fantasies as soon as we got in the house. She screamed a lot. Where I am at, only the bears and trees can hear a bitch scream. I watched as he rammed his man dick into her itty bitty holes repeatedly. Blood curdling screams and that was just from his cock. He fucked her little holes beyond recognition. You ever seen a cunt so used up it looks like raw hamburger meat? It is a beautiful sight to see. I let him have his fun with her. I was hired to help get the victim and help dispose of her body afterwards. He took a Viagra for the occasion. He wanted to last longer than usual for snuff sex to get his money’s worth. I am worth every penny guys. I take all the risk so you can have all the fun. As I write this blog, that little cock tease is coyote food.