Category: Castration phone sex

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord: Cora’s Submission

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex

Here I am collared and cuffed, a possession of my dark lord. I’m his willing ragdoll, a mere plaything for his sinister desires.He’s the embodiment of male dominance, and I’m obsessed. My body belongs to him—a possession to be used and abused.His fist punches my vulnerable flesh, a brutally enticing sensation. The pain radiates, yet I crave more.

The other’s a fist too—double the pleasure, double the fun. My abused holes stretch wider, welcoming their invasion.He treats me like a whore, a punchbag for his aggression. And I love it—each strike sends shivers down my spine.Fuck me like the world’s ending, you sadistic motherfucker! My cunt is yours to ravage.

Relentless pounding ensues, a violent symphony. The bed creaks, my body bounces, and the pain is divine.Cum drenches my abused form, a sticky, well-deserved reward. But this dark lord isn’t done—the sacrifice must continue.He brandishes a knife, a sinister glint in his eye. A mutilation fetish? Oh, yes, slice me up, you madman!The ritual reaches new heights, blood mixing with cum—a pungent cocktail. I’m his human sacrifice, and he’s my divine master.

Cora’s submission is complete—a success! Congratulations, sir—your loyal slave awaits her next instruction.

You’re welcome, perverts—make sure to worship your own dark lords!

Bloody Phone Sex Rampage for Killtober

bloody phone sexKilltober equals bloody phone sex. My Halloween rampage took off earlier this year. Just too many folks need put out of my misery. But I am an equal opportunity killer. Your gender, age, skin color, or size never matters to me. If you act like a tool or a bitch, and you cross my path, I will kill you. And without remorse either. I am sort of an equalizer.

I meet folks who need killed everywhere. And yesterday, I met Bob at the grocery store. Meet might not be the right word. More like encountered. He went off on some old lady cashier for going too slow. Who yells and degrades a grandma? If you cannot control your anger like that or enjoy picking unfair fights so you can win, that makes you a tool. And tools, I find expendable.

As I followed him out to his car, I watched him yell at more people who did nothing wrong but pass him by. I found a snuff porn victim at the grocery store. And I think that might be a first. For his deplorable actions, he lost his cock and his balls. He lost his life too. But I wanted to make him suffer. And I wanted him to know why. I am sure the act I caught at the grocery store was mild compared to what he has done in the past. Folks do not act like bullies just once.

So Many Folks Deserve to Die to Make This World Better

I ran a background check on the license plate of the car he drove off in and determined he did not have a wife. So, likely home alone. Perfect for me because I do not need his DNA in my car or home. But I leave no DNA because I am a smart killer. I caught him by surprise. The loser thought I snuck into his house to fuck him. But I let him think that so I could get his worthless dick out.

When we got to his bedroom, I overpowered him easily and tied him to his bed. The loser thought I just wanted to play kinky games. In a way, I did. I used an elastor on his balls which farmers use for castrating sheep. Once bound and gagged, I read him his rights and mutilated his body. I carved Bully in his chest with a very sharp knife and watched the blood pour out of him. Then I continued the torture sex with his cock. Carved loser on his useless pecker. More blood loss. But I prefer red to all other colors.

I sexually mutilated him before the final cut to the throat made him bleed out on his bed. Normally, I would take his body out of the house and feed it to the wildlife in the woods behind me, but he weighed too much. Dead weight literally. If anyone missed him or discovered his body, it looked like a woman scorned killed him. But they will never know I was the woman. No one ever knows it was me.

Cheap phone sex killer queen less than hired assassins.

Cheap phone sex             Cheap phone sex killer queen less than hired assassins.  Now I have been called a lot of things. Whore is one. I like it. Killer queen bee. It must be remembered that I am super cheap to deal with. All in all, I have no limits, you let me run wild. I will do the snuffing of life. Make it bloody and gory. Revel in it.

            After all, that is what I will do. Get your cock hard. Careful now, I may just decide to take a bite off it. Rip your nuts back and forth like a dog with a bone. Not letting go. Castration is always fun.

            It must be remembered that I am a cheap killer queen that you pay less than hired assassins. I like what I do to. We have covered the Bloody phone sex aspect, the castrations, and finally we will discuss how much of a killer I am.

            Just what are you thinking? You want to be a killer like me? Learn from me for the low cheap price that I am. Be a whore with me in fact. There is nothing that would be stopping us. Together we would be unstoppable.

            In any event my price never changes. It is a very cheap price for a whore that really does like what she does. So much so that it ought to be illegal. But it’s not. Live out that fantasy with me. Be a killer right alongside of me.

            Together forever.

Snuff Sex Achieves The Complete Mind Fuck End

Snuff sex is all about a torturous sexually enhanced death. As a sadistic cunt, my greatest pleasure is to feel life slipping away in my very own hands.

Just to feel that neck brake. Watch as the light goes out in their eyes. The trickle of blood sensually slipping from their lips. The paleness of their skin as death takes them in it’s grip. These are some of the best things that pleasure me.

But wait, there’s so much more. Sometimes to just get sexual gratification is something of a high for myself as well. Essentially, It’s exciting to have a guy penetrating me as I take a piece of piano wire to his neck.

In any case that slow penetration of his penis in my cunt, excites me. Furthermore the slow deep slicing of that neck with razor wire. Then that flow of blood gushing all over my naked flesh as I slice his arteries.

Finally, it should be noted that my intense pleasure of castration and cannibalism really do go hand in hand as well with my sadistic needs.

Snuff sex

Castration phone sex evil bitch takes a bite first.

            Castration phone sex evil bitch takes a bite first.  First comes the torture. Next comes the pain. Finally, the castration takes hold. You are going to lose it one way or another. I am going to get you.

            Now there are many ways to castrate. As shown above I am going to take a bite out of it first. In fact, I could even torture you for a while as I chew on those balls. Bite down like a bitch and yank my head back and forth.

            Listen to your screams of agony. That will only make me bite harder. Cry and I will find another form of torture.  Castration phone sex

Torture phone sex from an evil bitch gets the pussy dripping.

            Now I know what you are thinking. It will all soon be over. As shown above I do like it to be evil. What would be worse than snuffing you after the torture? As long as you are suffering my pussy will keep dripping.

            Obviously, I like to get off. Keeping you alive just to torture you is even better. The castration and making you suffer is what really does turn me on. It must be remembered that Violence is very important.

            On the positive side the more you scream and beg the wetter I get. On the negative side the more you whine, there is the greater chance I will increase the pain. After all, you need torture as a punishment before the castration.

            Hence the biting.

            In summary there will come a time that I have grown bored. As soon as this happens. You can be sure that your cock will be no more. All in all, it will be a question of how you lose it in the end.

            From time to time, I may take a suggestion. At the same time, it is just as likely to find a new way to torture you to get off some more.

Knife Play Phone Sex with Me Leaves You without a Dick and Dead Sometimes Too

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex with me may end your life or leave you dickless. So, consider yourself warned. I am not your typical girl. No girl on a snuff site is. When you call a sadistic bitch like me you best not be looking for a normal fuck call. Those I never do. Never. Most guys follow my rules on my phone sex line and in my personal life. However, there will always be those self-entitled assholes who think that because they paid you for a service they can do as they please.

Take Mike for example. He hired me to castrate him. But he got cold feet and thought he could fuck me instead. Why in the world would I ever fuck a man who knows his cock cannot do anything for a woman. If you want me to castrate you, I will not fuck you. If you do not think you are worthy, why should I?

He paid me $10,000 for castration phone sex. Just this was real life, not my phone life. But when he met me, he got a boner. I guess he likes Goth babes. But not my problem. I would not refund him. And I told him no refunds when he paid me. So, this idiot tried to force himself on me. But no man ever catches me off guard. I have eyes in the back of my head. Plus, I’m always strapped with a knife or two.

If You Pay Me for Castration, You Can Never Fuck Me Before You Lose Your Balls

When he tackled me to the ground, I kneed him in his balls. Made him cry like a bitch. That was enough time for me to regain control. My knife sliced his leg to hobble him. Mike was a big boy. Not tall but fat. He could have squashed me. But he did not because I am a swift thinker and always prepared. I strapped him down on the floor, tying him to the table and coffee table legs. Then I stripped him and did the job he paid me to do. But first I kicked him in the balls several times. Hard too.

I took his cock and balls. Shoved both in his mouth, pinched his nose and suffocated him. Yes, he got snuff sex and castration. Maybe not a bonus for him, but a bonus for me.

Cora’s Forced Feast of Filth: kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex

My breath hitched as I  felt the cold grip of duct tape across my mouth – My masters twisted signature move for tonight’s fucktoy escapade. My struggles were futile; he was already yanking me towards his car, a wicked glint in his eye that spoke volumes of what he had planned for me tonight. The drive was tense; every backroad we took seemed to echo with my silent screams for help, but none came. We arrived at an isolated motel, its neon sign flickering like a sick beacon in the night. He shoved me into a room that smelled of stale cigarettes and old sex – a fitting stage for their perverse play.

As I stood there trembling, My captor unveiled his surprise – his musclebound friend with an immense cock like a black snake ready to strike. My heart raced with a cocktail of fear and anticipation; I knew what was coming next – an unforgiving pounding from that monstrous dick plowing into my raw, untouched ass while my master watched with eager eyes from the foot of the bed. My body resisted at first, but his relentless force overpowered my defiance – he was determined to take what he wanted tonight.

He pinned me down roughly, spit on in my ass to lubricate his entry point before ramming into me with an animalistic fury that left no room for doubt – this was no longer about consent; it was about power and control as he claimed my most sacred place with each brutish thrust. Eyes welled up with tears from pain and degradation; as he my master stroked his own cock in sync with the savage assault on my ass, I couldn’t deny that somewhere deep inside my twisted core, there was a dark pleasure igniting with every thrust of that massive black snake fucking me mercilessly until I shattered into a thousand pieces of ecstatic agony on that filthy motel bed… And I loved every goddamn second of it because this is who I was – or at least who I had become under his watchful gaze guiding me into this abyss where love and hate danced together in a twisted waltz…

Accomplice Phone Sex Brings Out Sadistic Tendencies

 

Accomplice phone sex

 

Accomplice phone sex is like a gateway drug. I started out as a strung-out slut and was that way for years. Guys could do anything to my worn out cunt for some blow. Who cares about anything being high all the time but that changed one night. The last guy took advantage of me and something inside my warped brain snapped. He threw a wad of cash down on the floor and said something about how next time I could puke of his fuckin’ dick for all he cared. I laughed and so did he, his twisted , disgusting face looked like a demon in that moment I grabbed the ashtray cracking it on the back of his skull. He yelped in pain and swung around trying to fight me off, “You cum bucket, coke whore!” he screamed. I calmly told him that all those accomplice phone sex calls he told me about in his drug fueled stupor had gone to his head. He had no idea how things can turn on a dime. As he crawled on the jizz stained carpet with a gooey mess of blood pouring from the back of his head I began to laugh harder. I mocked him as I went to the kitchen to get a knife from the block. I chose a sharp one, perfect for cutting meat- human flesh meat! He was near the couch becoming delirious as I stomped my stiletto heel into the base of his spine. All those years of being in and out of hospitals had paid off. He made the most guttural sound and began to piss his pants. I snarled at him with the knife in my hand and said, “darling, why don’t we talk about castration phone sex?”. The coke pumped through my body giving me what seemed like the strength of a thousand men as I rolled him over like he was an mannequin. He started to sob, but it was too late. I tore his urine stained pants and underwear down. His cock was flaccid and pathetic looking. Wielding the knife with a butcher’s skill, I severed his cock from his body as he squealed like a pig being slaughtered. He had no idea his stories about accomplice phone sex would turn me into a predator.

Cannibalism phone sex gets a cock bit off.

            Cannibalism phone sex gets a cock bit off. Play with me. If you don’t want to play, then I am going to get very peeved. With this in mind, what I get my teeth sunk into tends to go bye-bye. Now all the greats were greatly misunderstood.

            After all, take a look at one of my heroes. Lorraina Bobbitt was simply misunderstood. Same thing with Jeffrey Dahmer. Now me personally, I like to combine the two. I will bite that cock off. Gobble it down.

            Next thing you know I am Roleplaying that I am Hannibal Lecter. Having that dinner part. Would you like to join me? Besides serving up a cock. Eating it down. It must be remembered that the brains are an important part of the meal.

            Now the great thing about brains is you can eat them while the person is still alive. Should we use a spoon? No, never. How uncouth.

            The Evil phone sex comes into play when I feed you, your own brains. Oh to be sure you are going to really like the taste of yourself. Distracting you with my tits. Injecting you so that you don’t feel as if I remove the top of your skull.

            Cut away at the brain. Little by little. Continue to serve you and eat you. Until you finally succumb to the mortal wounds that I have inflicted.

Cannibalism phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Cuts You To the Bone

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex cuts you to the bone with me. And I do mean that literally. This little sissy bitch found me on the dark web. And I guess he did not read all the details about me when he reached out to me on my burner cell to book me for some extreme cock and ball torture. I’m a sadistic bitch who sees very little value in a man’s junk, especially a sissy’s junk.

This loser paid a hefty sum for alone time with me. I brought my knife collection too. Honestly, no clue what he thought might occur during our session. He wanted me to peg his ass. And I explained pegging seemed a little too vanilla for someone who goes by the wicked butcher on the dark net. I am into extreme cock and ball torture sex. When I mentioned it felt more natural for me to neuter him, he acted like he did not know I was that wicked.

And he tried to get a refund. Nope. No refunds. And it’s in the fine print he signed online. I asked him if he was that dumb to think he paid a few grand to get pegged? That vanilla shit you can find anywhere for free. Most women will willingly peg a man’s ass and not even consider slicing the sissy’s balls off in the process. But I am not most women. Never will be either.

I am a Wicked Butcher, So No Vanilla Shit Ever With Me

When he tried to run for the door, I tossed a knife to hit him in his sissy ass. And that brought him to his knees. As he screamed in pain, I mocked him. His pain had only just begun. I dragged him to my medieval rack and bound him too it. And a few cranks had his body in a tortuous state. But that was my purpose. Even wiggling an inch would cause pain and maybe even break a bone. I turned on my camera. Perhaps along with the castration phone sex, I thought I might make an educational movie about what happens to dumb assess.

I did not even use a castration band. No mercy for a stupid apparently illiterate sissy bitch who did not understand what he paid me for. Always read bios before you pay a woman for anything. I cut his balls off and let him bleed all over my nice torture rack. I can hose the rack off.

But him? Well, he did not survive. He bled a lot, went into shock and had a heart attack, I think. Although cutting your balls off hurts and creates a decent blood loss if not cauterized quickly, that alone won’t kill you. So, he went out a pansy. He could not even handle some blood loss. Way in over his head. But not my problem anymore. I fed him to the wild animals.