Category: Castration phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Revenge Serves as Therapy for Women

castration phone sexCastration phone sex weekends seem perfect for a sick bitch like me. And when I saw this woman’s post on the dark web looking for assistance to neuter some enemies, I knew I would be the right sadistic bitch for the job. So, I took it. Seemed like an easy gig.

However, when I met with my client, I discovered she was not a woman. A teen girl hired me to get revenge on the high school boys who drugged her, assaulted her and then bragged about it to their school friends. And soon the whole school turned against her.

Although what she told me seemed right out of a Lifetime movie, I had no reason to doubt her. She showed me all the mean comments and posts her fellow teens made on her social media. Poor girl. She seemed to be living in a nightmare she did not know how to end. But I know revenge can help ease the mind and heal the soul.

I took this job for free. A teen girl the victim of a high school gangbang rape porn, deserved her revenge. Although I am not the most charitable person in the world, I wanted to help end her nightmare. And revenge could do that for her. So, I neutered her enemies, one by one this weekend.

Sometimes, Revenge Helps Ease the Pain

What fun I had too. I stopped 6 predators from growing into adult predators. She helped me lure each of her attackers to me. My cabin in the woods transformed into a teen boy torture chamber. As each boy arrived, he discovered one of his buddies drugged, naked and tied up on the floor. Usually, I utilize my castration chair, but this marked the first time I ever participated in a mass castration. And this way seemed more efficient.

Each boy started to wake up from the drugs I gave them. And they each realized they had a castration band around their balls. I told them what would happen to them soon enough. And I discussed the ramifications of their actions. They turned this schoolgirl into their teen rape porn star and thought they got away with it.

I let their victim get her revenge and power back. She severed their balls with a knife, and I cauterized the wound. I wanted to kill them. No way any authorities would believe a young innocent girl could murder 6 strapping teen boys. But she wanted them to live with the daily reminder of what they did to her. So, I let them live. But they will live neutered and unable to procreate or fuck normally ever again. Felt good to help this girl. I think my brand of therapy might have been just what she needed.

Evil Phone Sex is My Exciting Way to Fuck Your Mind

Have you ever had just really fucked up and sadistic fantasies. Perhaps Evil Phone Sex with an Sadistic accomplice is just the better way for you to get off. I know it’s the best way for me to get off. The more blood and evil I get to be, the better.

Now if it’s wanting to ask me a bunch of personal questions. Well nothing dries my cunt up more than feeling like I am sitting in some kind of interrogation room. Honestly, I fail at tests often. This is purely for the fact that putting me on the spot will shut me down. All because you are riddling me with fucking questions So, don’t do it.

However, if you have a great need to be tortured and destroyed, like with castration even, then I am your girl Friday. When I get a shiny sharp blade in my hand, all I can think about is slicing into tender flesh.

Perhaps we kidnap a nice piece of young ass to have our way with?

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Evil phone sex: Back Alley Bating

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I ran into this dude’s gaze at the bar, and damn, his eyes were like a chainsaw to my panties. They held a bloody lust that got my cunt dripping.

He dragged me to the alley like a stray dog on a leash. Lucky me.

Against the wall, he choked me with his meaty hands, and I loved it. That’s the kink I craved—a dominator who’d treat me like the filthy whore I am.His nasty fingers ripped apart my dress, leaving me exposed. Perfect.He growled like a wild animal, declaring me his possession. Yeah, sure, we’ve heard it all before, but the way he said it… sent shivers down my spine.

He went straight for the kill, plunging his face into my cunt and lapping up my juices like they were the last drops of water on earth. I writhed and moaned, practically begging him to suffocate me with his dick.He called me a ‘good little cum slut’, and that turned me the fuck on.

After some nasty oral foreplay, he slammed into me. No romance, just raw, unfiltered banging. My tits bounced like basketballs, and my ass cheeks rattled with each thrust.I begged him to spank me, to leave his mark. The more I pleaded, the rougher he got, slapping my face and pulling my hair.

We were animals—no, devils—in a back alley orgy from hell. And I loved every second of it.

His final thrusts were violent, like he wanted to fuck me into the afterlife. And when he unleashed his load, I felt like the whore that I am—drenched in sweat, cum, and dirty af.

Evil Phone Sex Fantasies Help Us Deal with Stress

evil phone sexEvil phone sex cures the dog days of summer. Seems to be a heat wave across the country. Politics pissing people off. Heat pissing people off. And we all need a little escape. I know I do. And killing and torturing people helps me deal with stress. Plus, it makes the world a better place because I rid the world of assholes and bitches.

And yesterday, I murdered an annoying couple I met by happenstance. As a Goth chick with a murderous streak, I still do regular things like grocery shop. And while I was in the produce aisle a couple hit on me. I mean they wanted to go Goth for a moment. Do I look like the kind of woman you can approach about having a threesome? No, I don’t. I look like the kind of woman who will put you in snuff movies.

Although I politely declined, they followed me through the aisles talking about their Goth girl curiosity. No means no. And if I need to tell you more than once, you better pray for your life. After their final attempt, I agreed. But I was not fucking these vapid swingers. I had something else in mind. Sexual mutilation and murder.

Evil Fantasies Cure Those Summer Blues

When I showed up, they offered me a drink. I carry these strips around with me that let me know if a drink is spiked. And sure, enough it was. I do not think they wanted to fuck me. But I drugged them before finishing my drink. Their plant enjoyed my roofied wine. And I enjoyed the torture sex. When they woke up, they discovered that I tied them up. And they did not appear happy. But they appeared even less happy when I sexually mutilated their junk.

I carved up her pussy. And afterwards it resembled raw hamburger meat. And of course, I removed his balls. But I put his severed testicles in his wife’s mouth for shits and giggles. I spent hours there. Even though I enjoyed torturing them, I had to kill them. They saw my face. So, I slit their throats and left them to bleed out on their bed. Least they can go to hell together.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Turn into a Nightmare for Men with Small Dicks

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies seem prevalent in men with little dicks. Just something I have noticed over the decades. Some of the most violent men in my life, like my daddy and his friends, all sported tiny pricks. And later in life, I met men just like daddy. And they had tiny clits for dicks too. So, I think men with small dicks might have a propensity to violence.

Perhaps all that anger over a little dick combined with rejection from females makes them angry. You know little men have a Napoleon complex often and seem to be the angriest people around. And the combination of anger and backed up balls leads those men to assault women. But I am a switch now. And the size of the dick matters to me. No small dicks can fuck my pussy.

So, when Trey tried to make me his ass rape porn star with a 4-inch dick, I needed t o switch the game. And he never saw it coming. But do not feel sorry for him. I went home with him willingly. Honestly, I never would have guessed he had a small dick. But when I put the brakes on, he decided he wanted to take what I would have given him if he appeared to be a real man. I told him my days of rolling over for just any man seem to be in my rear view. I like big cocks. Trey asked for this with his actions.

I am a Switch Now, So if You Have a Small Dick, I Will Not Roll Over for You

So, I mutilated his junk. With a small carving knife, I wrote my name on his cock. But his dick appeared too small to display Cassandra, so I settled for Cass, LOL. Oh, how did I subdue him? Easy. I spiked his drink. Drugged him. Even though I am taller than him in high heels, he still could have overpowered me. But he needed a tough lesson. He needed to know that he can’t always get what he wants.

Now he has a constant reminder of that because I gave him my best cock and ball torture sex. Castrated his balls with a band and carved up his dick. He will never get hard again. And he will be too embarrassed for women to see his junk now that I carved my name on the side of his cock and pervert on the other. Wanted to write predator, but his dick once again appeared too small.

I do not care if you are angry. If you have a little dick, you get nothing form a hot babe like me but mutilation of your junk.

Torture Sex of the Male Anatomy Brings Me Joy

torture sexAlthough I enjoy all sorts of torture sex, cock and ball torture remains my favorite. Sure, I am happy to mutilate a young cunt with you. We can dissect her like a frog and enjoy her pain. But there is just something about destroying a man’s junk that gives me pleasure. And for me to enjoy the CBT fun the most, you get to live. Live with the constant reminder that a bad ass Goth Chick ruined sex for you for eternity.

Let me tell you about Chuck. He’s a predator. He likes to prey on drunk Goth girls and Steampunk princesses. Not on my watch. When I get wind of a predator hitting the Goth bars in my state, I go to great measures to discover who and put an end to his reign of terror. I think that men prey on Goth chicks because they view us as lesser than some cute coed slut. And I cannot stand men like that.

Although it took a few days sitting in Goth bars pretending to be drunk, I found my predator. And I wanted to kill him. Really, I did. So, it took all my strength to spare his life. However, I did not spare his cock and balls. Castration phone sex junkies like me always mutilate the junk. To men I am a wicked butcher. The butcher of their junk. A sadistic Lorena Bobbit. And I never mind the comparison.

I am The Wicked Butcher of Your Junk

Once I had Charlie in my underground dungeon, and he saw all my torture devices, he realized I was the wicked butcher men talk about. Almost like I am some sort of folklore creature or a mythological beast. But I love men wondering if I am real or not. Chuck knows I am real now. And I have his cock and mutilated balls in a jar to prove it. I carved Predator on his cock first. And I basked in his pain and suffering. If he does not care about Goth chicks, we don’t care about him.

I chopped his dick off a little slice at a time and fed the bits to my dog. And while I chopped his cock like I was making a charcuterie board, I had a castration band around his worthless balls turning them black. Once you cut the flow of oxygen to the balls, they turn purple, shrivel up and eventually resemble deflated black tires. Even though I wanted to kill him, I spared him the snuff porn death he deserved. Instead, I left him with a constant reminder that he is no longer a man. But I doubt he ever really was a man.

Gothic Phone Sex Drains Your Lifeline For Ultimate Pleasure

Warm sensations caress your naked flesh as you are awakened to a Gothic Phone Sex Mistress standing before you. A succubus with glowing eyes and flesh as pale as a white rose. I’m Morticia, and I am your best fantasy.

The whisper fades quickly as the movement of Succubus Goddess Morticia crawls on top of you. You are frozen and excited. The inability to move as I crawl and cover your throbbing cock with my warm moist cunt.

Then as I ride your cock I am digging my nails into your chest as I scrape down your body. The blood, the vibrant red hue that excites me starts to seep from the wounds. I smile with my canines shimmering in the moonlight as I lean in and lap at the delightful treat.

You are unable to resist and cum deep inside of my cunt. I clench my cunt lips around your cock and milk every last drop of seed from your balls. As I drain your balls, with an evil moan and laugh.

Finally in a flash and slash of my tongue my fangs sink deep into your neck. The sensation of orgasm continues as I slowly, deeply suck every last drop of life force from your body.

This is your last dance and my body is the temple where your life comes to an end within. All life force is feeding my youth. For I am Morticia, Goddess of the Night.

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Castration Phone Sex Excites Me to Make You My Gimp

When I come across a total dick I get ideas. In fact I could not think of anything better than Castration phone sex. Some guys have such Big *Personality*. While those very same dumb fucks have pathetically Small Penises.

With all that in mind maybe you understand my need to cut the dick off and torture the fucker. Bear in mind that such a person may be reading this posting right now. Am I right? Loser with a pathetic dick and Huge dickhead attitude?

As it just so happens I came across just such a guy on Thursday. This dude was relatively on the better than everyone else plane. And those types truly fuck me up. Like I get myself worked up and have to masturbate my clit, rubbing it out like a guy jerks fast to a set of tits. I sat in my car at Starbucks and watched the asshat trying to impress some bimbo that I swear was a tranny.

Oh the Sadistic phone sex we will enjoy!

What excited me initially is the thought of that tranny and I working him over. This excited me so much I slipped out of my car and walked over to them. I started to compliment the ladyboy on her look. I told the guy I needed to talk to this hot bitch for a minute he could have her attention back in a sec. My perfect accomplice phone sex partner.

Finally I managed to lay out my plan and see what she thought. She loved it. I left and got the hotel room. She gave him what he wanted, a chance. He followed her back to the hotel that was like ten feet away. I hit my girl a text with the room number to get the card from the desk.

Castration Phone Sex is so Damned fucking Hot!

Now this was go! I prepped my tools and had the scene set. She got him in the room and I was behind the door. I quickly knocked him out with a bat. Then we dragged him to the bed and tied him down. My girl proceeded to have her fun. She fantasized about raping such a piece of work and got that chance.

As is best he was slightly conscience and tried screaming as that virgin ass got tapped hard. We gagged him, obviously. And as suspected he had a 2 incher. So pathetic.

As soon as he was hard I snipped those balls out and even cut the bitch stick off of that little cunt. He is now in the Hospital undergoing a whole new transformation! I seriously cam so hard getting that thing cut off.

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Accomplice Phone Sex Partner or My Victim, So Choose Wisely

accomplice phone sexYou can be my accomplice phone sex partner or my victim. With me it’s that black and white. No in between. No gray area either. I do not need men in my life. But do not feel bad. I do not need anyone in my life. If you have not guessed by now, perhaps you can tell that I am a loner. Not at all a people person. Never have been. I do not have a husband, or a boyfriend or even a BFF. But what I do have is a thirst for mayhem and total destruction. Now, what side do you want to be on? Choose wisely. 

You do not want to be Mack. Mack and I go way back to high school. And I think those teen years contributed to the dark bitch I am today. Not your bitch though. Not anyone’s bitch. Mack did not recognize me at first. But I knew him immediately. Same smug tool he was in high school. He walked right by me. And he got rude with the barista. He sealed his faith. He asked for snuff sex acting like a giant douche bag once again 

You Can Be My Accomplice or My Victim 

So, I followed him home. Although I wanted to kill him right then, I needed to study his habits and plan. This loser made my life hell as a teen girl. And his bully days did not seem to be behind him. I may have ignored him had he been polite ordering his fancy latte. However, I have thought about killing him for 15 years. And he walked right into my life again. So, it was a sign he needed to die. 

 And he died last night. After hours of suffering. Usually, I do not do revenge kills because personal kills get folks caught. But I do not have ties to him. Never did. To him I was just some worthless nothing. But he remembered me as I sliced his cock off. I told him this kill might have been my favorite one yet. I carved him up. And I put my name in his chest. But I wrote Venus, not my birth name. I reinvented myself after high school. 

 No one would find his body. Nature took care of his remains. Once upon a time, Mack harassed me daily. Now, Mack will never harass or bully another woman again. In fact, I bet he is being shit out of a bear’s ass right now. Mack had to be my victim. He was never accomplice material. However, all tools and bullies are killer phone sex material. 

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.