Category: Castration phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Reside in Us All

violent phone sexViolent phone sex tendencies are in us all. It just takes the right scenario to trigger you. But I know that if you knew you would never get caught, you would unleash you inner beast. Since I am sort of a professional accomplice, I get to see the worst in people. And I get to bring out the worse too. That makes me happy. Up until last week, only men hired me. So, I am usually helping men force fuck and snuff some young girl. Not this time. I got to go Helter Skelter on a man who reminded me of my father and all the men who abused me for years.

This woman wanted to kill and torture the man who abused her as a little girl. We bonded over our violent upbringing. The best revenge will always be extreme cock and ball torture sex, followed by a painful and slow death. We used me as bait to lure her daddy somewhere we could get our revenge. And he never saw it coming. He thought I wanted to fuck him. Old with a huge beer belly. Clueless fuck.

Killing and Torturing is More Fun with a Partner

His daughter waited in the wings of my rented home with a big knife and rope to tie him up. He could not fight two strong bitches with revenge on their mind. We got him subdued easily. The asshole did not even recognize his own daughter. I let her start the fun. She immediately sliced one ball off. He let out a loud scream. Although he tried to apologize, we both knew it was hollow. But men say anything to save their hide.

She took the first ball, threw it on the floor and stomped on it while her daddy watched in horror. I took the other ball and channeled my revenge for my daddy. When I bit off his testicle, he passed out. First time for everything. I never bit off a nut before. But it felt amazing. And therapeutic. We tortured him for hours before she did the honors. She slit his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. We disposed of his body, toasted his snuff sex death and fucked. I almost did not want to charge her.

Cannibalism phone sex sinks my teeth in your filthy cock

Cannibalism phone sex games are my favorite when I get to switch.  The shadows are my friend, and my purpose is to serve my Master Daddy. He has turned me into a creature of the night, a being who thrives on pain and pleasure in equal measure. My life is one of constant punishment, but when I have the chance to dish it out, I do so with a vengeance.Cannibalism phone sex

It feels so good to sink my teeth into flesh. If I am a really good girl, Master Daddy will throw me a special bone,  a sissy bitch like you. He lures you to our crypt, leading you on to think you will just suck is dick. But you are such a stupid whore. You are prey and I’m the one who gets to catch you. He’ll bring you to his finest bedroom and once you get comfortable, I come in.

I taunt you, slap you around, threaten to expose your faggot ass to the world, so you follow my orders. And anyway, it’s not like you want that thing in between your legs. It always felt wrong, didn’t it? Cannibalistic Castration phone sex is the answer. I will sink my teeth into your cock and rip it off. Quick like a band-aid, no more pretending for you, babe.  You’ll have a brand new gash, and my Master Daddy will pop that bloody cherry.

 

 

Castration cocks down my throat, jizz on my face

Castration phone sex

Evil sick fuck and his collection of castrated cocks. All different sizes from his victims, used to torture women. He’s got me trapped, strapped, tied up and cornered. With his giant monster, dripping pre cum, cock out he stood over me, letting it drip on my face while I face a line of castrated, bloody, puusy, nasty dead body parts.

Grabbing my head making me throat, gag, choke, and go blue, sucking each one. Smacking the shit out of me, beating me with a belt, he wanted to see me gag some more. Throating, tongue out, dripping spit, covering my naked body. Castrated cocks of all sizes, packing my mouth, filling my throat while he’s jacking off in front of me, “suck more bitch!”

Barely able to breathe, watery, oozing, creamie cum shot down my throat, he’s choking me as I swallow every drop down my throat, coughing up chunks of juicy jizz, forcing me to finger my tight little wet pussy. Soaked in blood, rapidly finger fucking myself until he bends me over, spreads my legs, and shoves his cum soaked cock up my cut up cunt, finishing me off with a dead dangly dick in my mouth.

Killer phone sex with grandpa is one hell of a time

Killer phone sex has no limits just as long as Grandpa enjoys my hot ass making a little bitch suffer. Grandpa, as I like to call him, is a twisted old soul with a thirst for blood and a hunger for pain. He’s a man who has seen it all, done it all, and is always looking for the next thrill. And that’s where I come in.

Killer phone sex

I love being an accomplice to an evil granddaddy. It’s a challenge to get that cock hard nowadays but I always win and get his cock rock fucking hard. When I bring him a little torture sex victim, his cock inflicts pain that will leave the slut totally breathless. The screams of agony, the moans of pleasure, the sight of blood – it’s all part of the show. And Grandpa, he’s the star of the show.

But don’t get me wrong, this isn’t some mindless, sadistic affair. No, this is a carefully orchestrated dance of pleasure and pain. I find out victim sitting alone on some playground. It’s obvious she doesn’t have a mommy to love her, so I swoop in. After a few exchanges of compliments, that little bitch is eating out of my hand.

And then I ask her if she’s hungry, and she always is. I tell her my grandpa can cook up something nice and hot. The little bitch falls for it every time! And then when we get there, she knows it’s too late. Every scream, every drop of blood, makes us wild. I hold her down for Grandpa and he fucks her like a 20-year-old.

And that dick maybe be old but damn does it do some damage. By the time we are done with her she’s just a lump of bloody flesh. It’s dinner time by then anyway and since Grandpa doesn’t like to waste anything the bitch is on the menu!

 

Unleashing the Savage Within

Knife play phone sexYou pathetic piece of shit, I lured you into my fucking trap, you dumb fuck. Thought I was your fucking savior, didn’t ya? Well, guess what, you dumb little runaway bitch, I’m the fucking devil in disguise. You’re tied to my bed, a captive audience, as I tell you my sick-ass fantasies.

I start describing how I’d keep you as my personal sex slave, feeding you just enough to keep you alive, you little piece of meat. I’d fuck you every night, making you believe it’s love, but it’s just my pussy craving your pathetic dick. Then, I’d reveal my true intentions, you dumb fuck.

Imagine yourself staked like a fucking pig, tied to a pole in the middle of nowhere. I’d strip you naked, exposing your worthless body to the night sky. My cunt gets wet as I tell you how I’d slowly enter you, my dick replacing the kindness I pretended to have. I’m gonna rip you apart, you pathetic bitch. Bite chunks of flesh, making you scream. The knife slices deep, carving my initials on your chest. Your blood sprays like a fountain, satisfying my thirst for cruelty. I feast on your organs, laughing as I tell you I’m eating your heart.

The fire consumes you, a fitting end to our phone sex session. Your screams fuel my orgasm, as I cum harder than ever before. You’re just another voice, another victim, as I seek my next prey.

Knife Play Phone Sex Neuters Men Like You

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex callers usually see my big knife and want me to castrate them. Any man who begs to have his balls chopped off, gets it. This sadistic bitch loves to neuter losers and predators. Sure, I do kill a lot of folks, but sometimes I think it is better to live your life with a constant reminder of what you did or who you were. Men seem to have an unnatural attachment to their balls anyway. They let their dick do their thinking.

Any man I discover preying on my fellow Goth girls, I castrate. And any loser who begs me or pays me to castrate him, gets it too. Some men know that their dicks get them in trouble. And some men understand that no woman wants their useless little nub. No woman, especially not me. David found me on the dark web. He paid me for castration phone sex because his little shrimp dick does not please anyone.

Self-aware men used to be far and few between. However, now thanks to Internet porn, men see how they never will measure up. This poor loser had a dick smaller than my thumb. I considered chopping it off too, but opted not to make him piss through a tube for the rest of his life. See? I am not so bad after all.

I Love to Inflict Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

My castration chair serves my purpose well. It’s an old death row chair where over ten men died. Perhaps you could say I repurposed it. It is an upcycled castration chair now. The hole I made in the wood plank I affixed to the middle of the chair separates the cock from the balls easily. A castration band numbs the balls. If you leave the band on long enough the lack of oxygen will necrotize the balls. And eventually they turn black and fall off. The band dulls the pain. So, where is the fun in that?

I get off on extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I used my favorite knife to remove his little worthless sack. He bled, but they all do. And I let him bleed for a few minutes before I cauterized the wound. Where is the fun if you do not suffer a little.

Snuff phone sex will it be bloody or comical.

Snuff phone sex             Snuff phone sex will it be bloody or comical. I can go either way. As shown above I am not shy about riding a cock, especially when it has been deceased. Haha…oh it is a lot of fun. Now I could have a knife in my hand and make it bloody fun. For me and not so much for you, for you will be the victim.

            Now you could always be the watcher. Watch over me as I do my dirty deeds. Next is the question will it be bloody or will it be comical. It must be remembered that comical has so many options and well bloody that is bloody.

            At the same time, perhaps we can do both. Bloody phone sex wearing a clown costume, will I carve you up. That is to say, if clowns don’t scare you. Either way it would be comical, see me all dressed up as a clown.

            Chasing you around. Tackling you down. Climbing on top of you. Just to end you in a bloody mass of degradation as I ride your cock, stiff as a board. Carving the symbols of the ancient gods into you.

            Giving praise and homage to all the clowns before me. What a way to go in the end.

Castration phone sex has me eating your dick and balls! 

Castration phone sex

Castration phone sex has me eating your dick! Balls and devouring you whole! My teeth gnash and my tongue ring pokes through your foreskin as I take my hunger out on a delicious cock! No worries you are a immortal and tomorrow your cock will grow back just fine again. Though the pain still vibrates through your body every time I eat your cock and balls! So much delight I do take in your agony as your cock bleeds into my mouth. That cock meats blood is my wine of the hour and I greedily sip it down!

You cry out and I gnash more, taking a bite and gulping your penis flesh into my stomach. Later, I’ll shit it out into your mouth! The cycle of pain and pleasure continues, as your immortal body endures the torment and regeneration, feeding my insatiable hunger and sadistic desires. 

Cannibalism phone sex is where I eat balls and dick and make you suffer! I eat cock and balls and give them so much torture that you will never recover between feedings! 

Triple penetrated by multiple castrated cocks

Castration phone sex

 

An evil fuck kidnapped me, tied me up, abused and violated my wet, tiny tight pussy with castrated cocks. After he captured and killed many men he kept their bloody junk on a shelf in his demon dome where he sent me too for days.

Cock by cock my tight little twat was fucking rammed, smashed, pulled, poked, torn, and demolished by so many different sizes. Stretched and widened by a 13 incher, taken down to a 6 incher. Lubed up and spat on my capterer didn’t give a fuck about how much blood was oozing, dripping, leaking out of my stretched, torn the fuck up little tweaked out tiny twinkie. He got on his knees, shoved the massive monster up my cookie and put his mouth to catch the run off, dripping out off his lips, down his chin. He licked his fingers and then shoved his fudge filled finger down my throat. This sick fuck getting off, I could see the pre cummy bulge poppin from the top of his pants as I licked my lips, tasting and smelling my own clammy, damp, moist, tasty cunt, getting my torn up cunt cut up by dead cock, ringing my goth bell.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Brings Me Pleasure

torture sexCock and ball torture sex is something that brings me so much pleasure. Perhaps you can say I am making this world better for women by neutering tiny dick losers, predators and abusers. Men falsely believe that their dicks are an entitlement. Cocks are a privilege. And I like to revoke privileges. Sometimes I do it for free. Sometimes I do it for a fee.

I always charge men more than I do women. Although I do not have girlfriends and I do not adhere to female bonding, some men I would not wish on my worst enemy. And Trevor appeared to be one such guy. He preys on Goth girls. He might not be a sexual predator; however, he is an asshole with a tiny dick. And I did not know about the tiny dick, until I had him strapped to my castration chair.

I got wind of the fact that this man would frequent Goth bars to look for women to date and use for their money. He dated this one girl that I know from the Goth bar scene and drained her bank accounts dry. Plus, he stole some vintage jewelry from her too. Word got around, and this sadistic phone sex bitch decided on payback. Not because I like this girl or even feel any solidarity with her. However, if his actions have no consequences, he will keep preying on Goth girls.

Men Need to Realize That Their Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Those Privileges Anytime I Want

I set him up. Made him think I wanted to date him and fuck him. Silly boy. Stupid too. I invited him over to my house last night. Spiked his drink. And when he woke up, he found himself naked and bound to my castration chair. Years ago, I inherited this old electrocution chair from the prison my grandfather ran. And I repurposed it. A plank extends from the middle of the chair. When my victim woke up, he found his cock and balls separated on this plank. His cock strapped to the plank, with his balls hanging down below through a hole in the piece of board.

He also discovered that I bound his wrists, head and ankles to the chair. And I placed a castration band called an elastrator on his testicles. It cuts the circulation from the balls. When this happens, the balls turn gangrene quickly. And that makes for easier removal with less blood loss. Although I did not want him to die from castration phone sex, I did want him to suffer. And I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of his actions.

Every action had a reaction. Men need to own up to their actions and suffer the consequences. And when they refuse to admit any wrong doing, I remove their balls so they will never prey on another woman again, especially not a Goth babe.