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Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular on Sundays. I think men get to praying for a bigger dick; praying to be a better man and they can’t do that with a shrimp dick. Little dick losers pray at my evil alter. I don’t have empathy only contempt for small dick losers. I met Tom at a bar. We had corresponded via the dark net for months. I was encouraging him to chop off his balls. He took some convincing, but he agreed. When I came down to doing it, however, he struggled. He botched it, and only nicked his left testicle. That was when he started asking me for more than just encouragement. He wanted my help with chopping off his nuggets. I told him that would cost him. We agreed to meet. Last night, was the last day he had balls. I took him to my castration chamber after a few drinks at the bar. I explained that my castration chair was an old prison executioner chair modified to chop off balls. I gave him a shot of whiskey and strapped him in. For a clean castration, no movement can occur, or I might take the cock too. I separated his balls from his dick. I use a castration band like they do with sheep and cattle. The circulation is cut off, numbing the balls. This makes it easier to whack them off. I wanted to give him a clean cut. I used sterile medical grade scissors and snip snip the balls. It is torture sex. It hurts no matter what, just hurts less when I do it properly. Jack asses get a dirty castration with serious risk of infection. For Tom, I used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound. I’m no surgeon. He will have a nasty jagged scar, but he will live a eunuch’s life from here on out.

Snuff Porn Mall Brats

snuff pornSnuff porn was on my mind when I saw this gang of mean girls berating a coffee house girl at the mall the other night. They were high school girls. Nothing meaner on earth or more vacuous either than teen girls. The queen bitch was complaining that the barista spelled her name the common spelling. Apparently, that little whore is a Tiffani, but her cup said Tiffany. Slut thought the barista was calling ger common. When she called the barista a stupid whore, I killed her in my head a few times over. Mean girls like that just grow up to be meaner girls that the world doesn’t need. I knew how to lure them away. You play to their vanity, to their sense of entitlement. I told them I was a talent scout for a horror movie. Girls like them always believe me. I took them to my cabin in the woods. I gave them drinks spiked with high levels of gelsemium, which is a toxic plant that causes paralysis. It is felt quickly too. They couldn’t move. They fell to the ground with a thud and I used their bodies for torture sex. I cut up their perfect, pretty faces. I sexually mutilated them. They could feel the pain, but they were powerless to fight or do anything about it. I could see the tears of pain. I carved names like whore and slut and bitch in their flesh, then pissed into their wounds. I was enjoying every moment too. I tortured them for 24 hours before I slit their throats and fed them to the wild animals. No one will find their remains because when the coyotes get done with them, I will burn their bones if any are left. The world will thank me for getting rid of more teen bitches.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sexWhat are your taboo phone sex fantasies? I could write a Russian novel about mine.  I have snuff fantasies about killing young ones, old ones, anyone… I have a wicked desire to castrate almost every man I meet. I want to kidnap and torture a bimbo slut. I want to bleed out all the mean girls in the world. I want to traffic small girls so I can profit off their tender age flesh. I want to watch a male accomplice split the pussy and ass of a young one in two. Those are just the tip of the iceberg. Every day, I meet several people that I want to do very bad things to.  I talk to them too. I wish there were more accomplices in the world but finding a man that is worthy of my time is hard. It is also difficult to find a man who can match my sadistic needs. I was hanging out with Ivan last night. He wanted to fuck a super young girl, torture and kill her. He vomited at the first cut to her flesh. What a wuss. The young girl, however, she fought like a champion. She had balls. He was a disappointment. So, I gave her a knife and let her castrate the loser who had rape phone sex fantasies about her. She was young, but she had a lot of anger inside, anger she took out on her kidnapper. I think I just found my latest accomplice. Girl power.

Snuff Porn Weekend

snuff pornIt was a snuff porn weekend. I was in a murderous mood. Everyone annoyed the fuck out of me, especially the little ones. I was camping this weekend. Well, more like glamping because I was in a cabin in the woods. It was supposed to be a quite weekend, but the cabin next to me had a family of 6. Two parents and 4 brats, all super young girls who were spoiled cunts. They kept screaming loudly playing outside. I came to the woods for quiet. Those brats needed to go as in they needed to die. They were going to grow up to be mean girls or whores or both. I was doing the world a favor. I was solo, so I had to make it look like a sexual predator killed them. If I had an accomplice like you with me, it would have been easier and more fun. When the parents went boating, they left their brats behind in the cabin. They hired a babysitter who was old enough to watch the girls, but she was no match for me. I arranged for a cute boy to call her and off she went leaving her charges vulnerable. I took them poisoned cookies.  The girls ate rat poison cookies. Once the girls started getting sick, I tore apart their virgin holes with a baseball bat. I tore their pink pusses and pink assholes to shreds. I wasn’t sure how long I had, so I had to make it quick which was a bummer because I like torture sex, especially with young ones. I dragged them outside because I knew the smell of blood would quickly bring the wolves, which would get rid of some of the DNA. Once the wolves had their tiny bodies, I called 911. I acted like the concerned neighbor. I had no motive to kill 4 young girls, but the sexual predator staying nearby did. I know where all sexual predators reside any time, I plot a sexual kill. No pervert is smarter than me. No cop is either.

Castration Phone Sex: Lorena Bobbit is My Hero

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is one of my favorite things. I have a philosophy. Not every man deserves to have balls. They don’t all deserve a cock either. Testicles and dicks are a privilege not a right. So, if I meet you and decide you don’t deserve your balls or your cock, I will take one or the other or both. Chuck was a unique case. He was a special kind of douchebag idiot. I was minding my own business at the bar when him and his friend stood near me. They were discussing the Amazon documentary on Lorena Bobbitt. She is a hero of mine. This douchebag was saying stupid shit like you can’t force yourself on your wife because she is your property. His level of stupidity was mind numbing. He also said she Lorena deserved the death penalty for taking her husband’s dick. I knew, I had to do to him what Lorena did to John. I waited for his drunk ass to come out of the bar. He looked like a last call sort of guy. He stumbled out of the bar, dropped his keys at his car, which gave me the advantage point. I whacked him on the head and pushed him in the car. I drove to a junkie hotel. I was planning on giving him a hot shot, but not until he saw me take his cock and balls with a rusty old knife. I wanted him to feel the pain too. He screamed like a bitch. Even drunk as a skunk, he felt me lob his cock and balls off. He was bleeding everywhere. I had no intention of saving him. Normally, I cauterize the wound, but this dipshit didn’t deserve to live, so he could spew his ignorance. I let him bleed out a painful death, then I gave him the hot shot. Nothing but junkies at that motel. No one would be a reliable witness and the police would just think he stiffed a whore. He got what he deserved.

Blasphemy Sex on Sunday

blasphemy sexI have a super hot caller who loves blasphemy sex with me. He knows the only true God in this world is Satan. Every time we hook up, there is trouble, as in a sacrifice will be given to our unholy father. Sundays are the hottest days to give a sacrifice to Satan. All those pretty, innocent little whores in their Sunday best worshiping a false god. We snatched up the tiniest one we could find. When it comes to human sacrifices, Satan likes them young. The younger the better because the blood is sweeter. My partner in crime and fellow Satanist, stole a goat too.  We mixed the blood of the innocents together, then we fucked in the pool of blood made from our sacrifice. Our little lamb that we sexually mutilated and dismembered, laid dying next to us. She was being exsanguinated. As her warm blood enveloped us, we fucked like wild animals hailing our dark master. Satan is the only one worth worshiping. We give him weekly sacrifices and he gives us incredible powers. Covered in the blood of the innocent, we bowed down to Satan and mocked those worshiping in churches around the world. They all need blasphemy phone sex to wake the fuck up. God is a myth. Satan is the true lord and master.

Torture Sex with a Plastic Bimbo

torture sexThe bitch deserved torture sex. She went all mean girl on me when we met for drinks. We went to college together, but she thought I would have grown out of my “creepy Wednesday Addams stage” by now. She went off on me. Clearly, she forgot who I was. She changed 180 degrees from college. She used to practice witchcraft with me. She was a fellow Goth girl. Now, she looked like something straight out of the Housewives of Beverly Hills. I mean she is my age, yet I could tell she had plastic surgery and a lot of Botox. She looked like Bimbo Barbie. No clue what happened to her since we last saw each other, but I wasn’t about to let her talk down to me. I spiked her latte drink. When she got drunk feeling, I took her to my cabin in the woods for fun. Along the way, I picked up some dirty hypodermic needles. I know where the junkies hang out. I stripped her naked. She fucking got a boob job. I pierced her shaved pussy with the dirty needles. When she woke up, she started screaming. She was calling me names as expected. I pierced her lips together with more dirty needles. I mutilated her perfect, fake body. I cut her implants out. I sewed her tight bald pussy shut. I pierced her clit too. I love mutilation phone sex calls. Are you ready to help me torture a plastic whore to death?

Blasphemy Sex: Hail Satan

blasphemy sexI am a Satanist and a witch, so blasphemy sex makes my cunt wet. I know, wicked, right?  Do I look like I go to church? I love to give Satan a tribute every month. I think the best sacrifices are those little ones who go to church every Sunday in their best clothes and sing hymns to Jesus. Delusional little brats. God won’t save them. Only Satan can do that. Hail oh Dark Lord. Darkness is more fun than light any day. With it being Sunday, I was up early scoping out the talent to give over to my Dark Lord. I found a blue eyed, blonde little slut. She had on this white baby doll style dress, Paten leather shoes and her hair was down in curls. She looked like the perfect sacrifice. I snatched her when no one was looking. I was going to ruin her pretty dress with her blood. I like red better than white. I took her to the cabin in the woods, placed her on my pentagram, read some satanic verses and stabbed her in the heart. I love dark magic and blasphemy phone sex. I read out some satanic verses and cursed her god as she bled out. No way, she was surviving. She was bleeding out. She had fight in her for being so young, but in the end darkness won. Evil always wins.

Helping Him Make Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI started watching snuff movies with him. Then he asked me to help him make one. Many guys watch them with me, but few want to make one. Snuff films aren’t for the weak at heart. What shocked me most was that he wanted his stepdaughter to be the star of the show. I knew the girl. She is a teen tease. One of those mean girl types everyone would be secretly glad was dead. She is not even out of school yet and wreaking havoc. From what I have been told, she is trying to get her mom to kick my friend to the curb. I had him watch some snuff porn because it can be therapeutic to watch. After a few days of watching young girls get slaughtered, he told me he wanted to kill his stepdaughter. He begged me to help him. He has no money of his own. His wife is the cash cow. She inherited a bunch of money when her parents died in a car accident. I hated this teen whore, so I told him he could pay me later. I know I likely will never see the money, but I was helping a friend. I asked him if he wanted to fuck her first. I was surprised to hear no. Most guys want to use those young snotty holes first. He really did just hate the bitch. I decided to have some fun with her before I let him kill her. I sodomized her with a huge dildo. One so large that it shredded her asshole. She was crying. I wanted her to feel some pain. Little bitches should feel pain. She was pleading for her life when my friend slit her throat and watched her take her last breath. It made my cunt wet to be a part of his first snuff sex film.

Snuff Porn Maker

snuff pornSnuff porn is more fun to make than to watch. I know. I watched it for years, but now I make it. It is a lucrative business. I have no conscience. I am a sociopath, which means I can kill anyone and not feel an ounce of remorse. Guilt is not something I have ever experienced. No remorse either. When Mr. D told me, he wanted an ankle biter to fuck and kill, I snatched one in plain sight. She was super young and cute. Her parental unit was flirting with some one else’s husband and scooped up her little angel. She was a little cash cow. Not only was Mr. D paying me to make snuff movies with her as the star, I would make money from my streaming clients too. He was nervous. It happens. Men who want depraved things, freak out when they finally get it. I gave him a shot of whiskey and I did it for him. Eventually men like him warm up and join the torture fun. I was fucking her baby butthole with a massive strap-on. He pulled his cock out and stroked. The more whiskey shots he did, the more courage he got. He joined in on the fun. His dick in her tiny hole was hotter to film than my strap-on. She screamed like a banshee. Screams and cries just make me wetter. Their pain my pleasure. Same for Mr. D. After he was done filling her tiny holes up with cum, we slit her throat and fucked in her blood. Normally, I don’t mix business with pleasure, but his cock was huge and killing little girls turns me on like nothing else. He came in her pussy and ass, then came in me and still had cum left to shoot in her dead body. Snuff sex is a huge aphrodisiac for people like me and Mr. D.