Category: Castration phone sex

Torture Sex Made James My Sex Slave for Life

torture sexI use torture sex to control my slaves. However, James did not know that. He thought we met at a bar and had a connection. But I don’t form love connections. Men are my cunt slaves. They serve me. Not the other way around. Although James appeared eager to please, I think he wanted a more reciprocal relationship. Maybe even a boring vanilla one. But I had other plans for him.

I let him follow me home. But only I knew he would never leave. I made him a strong cocktail and slipped into something sexier. He checked out my Gothic home. Although, he would need to wait to see my dungeon. My sex slaves need to work for me when ever I want. However, James seemed to not understand my terminology. I did not say boyfriend. I said slave. Slaves do not have any freedom. As he worshiped my cunt, he talked about work and family. And I laughed. He will never leave my castle. Never.

But James needed more convincing. So, I took him down to my dungeon. That is where I break my slaves. And I use any means necessary. If he would not conform to my desires, I’d make him a snuff porn star instead of a sex slave. James thought this was some sort of game. But I do not play games. Instead, I break men and shape them into loyal sex slaves and cunt worshipers. I strung him upside down as my first order of business. As I spun him around, he got a head rush.

Some Slaves Need Torture Before They Dedicate Their Lives to Me

I stood on a stool and ordered my slave to eat my pussy and ass. Even strung upside down, he still thought this was a game and he would go to work in the morning. I broke out the heavy artillery. Whips, chains, restraints, a strapon and a cattle prod. For hours, I beat him. Shocked him too. 

His body looked like I dragged him along a gravel road tied to the back of my truck. But he still did not understand the assignment. So, I put a castration band around his nuts. I castrate all my sex slaves. Their sexual pleasure does not matter. They exist to service me. And that is the only thing they will do under my control.

But I use the castration band to help reduce the testosterone in my slaves. Makes them less squirrely and more manageable.  Although James did not understand my use of the castration band, he soon realized his fate as a eunuch slave. As his balls turned blue and eventually black from the lack of circulation, he knew castration phone sex would be inevitable.

Some sex slaves submit immediately to me and dedicate their lives too me. Others require lots of pain first. Eventually James gave in. Realized he would spend the rest of his life living in a dog cage and only coming out when I need my cunt or ass serviced. I did not need to cut off his balls, but he left me no choice. Some great cunt slaves are born. However, others, like James, I must make.

Torture sex: Join the society of abject depraved sex slaves!

Torture sexYou are going to fall into a disastrous non-consensual love affair, with me. Nobody will ever believe that a petite Hot teen slut like myself was able to overpower you. Cum join the society of abject depraved sex slaves used as nothing more than a tool for my pleasure. Brutal Torture sex and guidance are what you’ll endure as you self-inflict your wounds. Complete Cock control is what I am going to have over you. After you have been advised to claw stroke your cock while I twitter dirty details into your perverted ears you will be given one chance to cum.

If you dare whimper, you will suffer severe consequences!

I have lured you into my realm, which is a living hell. I am going to seduce and ruin your life… You should have thought with the head on your shoulders rather than the one that throbs between your thighs. Now, look who has lost all control. You belong to me now, who would have thought that a phone call to wank would have led you down a dark alley of Castration phone sex… I am sure you didn’t think you’d be ending a call where your balls are left black and blue and within days you would no longer have a pair… But, that is the fate of a pig like you who is always out seeking pleasure.

You just met your match, I am a Homewrecker…

You just made the ultimate sacrifice, there is no saying how far I will go or what mood I will be in. Play at your own risk! If you ever disobey or even think to deceive me I will hit you where it hurts, most. Your wifey may be murdered and dismembered and tortured beyond her wildest dreams. Redeem yourself for the catastrophe that comes with playing with the grim reaper, I am a Goth teen phone sex slut with no limits to what pain and suffering a pervert like yourself will endure.

 

Castration phone sex is where I got to make a new cunt hole

When I party really hard, I go on Castration phone sex. That’s because I find pathetic dick men worthless and in need of a new cunt. That way you can be made into the bitch you deserve to be. Your little pathetic cock is not good enough to even fuck, let alone touch. So, when you thought you had a chance, I laughed and slipped you a mickey. After it started hitting your body, I escorted you to a cab and to my place. Once inside I undress him and tie him up.

Castration phone sex

I even stuffed his panties in his mouth and taped it shut. Then I started to stroke his dick, “wake up bitch”. I say as I jerk you off. You wake up feeling confused, but horny. “You think your pathetic little dicky is going to make me happy?” I ask. “Even after getting you hard it is small” I laugh and say as I tie rubber bands to the base of your little pee pee. “This worthless cock will soon be a pussyhole to use” I say as I start to stretch it out as much as I could.

Which wasn’t much more length, “your pussy hole will soon be ready to fuck” I say as I set my camera up. “Before I give you a new cunt, I’ll fuck your man pussy first” I say teasing your man pussy with my biggest dildo. Before you knew it, I was already slamming it in your cunt. “Look at your pathetic bloody hole, it opens up like a bitch getting bred” I say humiliating you.

But your clitty waters as you get fucked. Then I pulled your ball sack out and swiftly cut your whole sack off. Then I did the same to your pathetic dick. As the blood dripped and your body shook, I started to finger fuck your new hole. “It’s a bit loose but perfect for fisting and double penetration” I tease as the blood loss starts making you weak. Since I filmed it all, I had some great Ass rape porn to watch later while I figure out what to do with your worthless body.

Sadistic phone sex

Sadistic phone sex

 

I have been roughed up so much in my past that sadistic phone sex sounds like a lot of fun to me right about now. I’m ready to give back what I’ve suffered for years. We have to go out and patrol for the right victim. One that has hurt others and deserves what we are about to do to them. I think we should take a man today. Let’s do to him what’s been happening, and he’ll never see it coming. I’m ready to be violent tonight.

                I don’t want to go to the alley tonight. Let’s take him to the basement where the tools are located. We won’t have to worry about cleaning up a mess, and no one will hear him scream. Bring him to the chamber walls where we can start by chaining him up.

                I take out my favorite knife and cut off all his clothes until I see nothing but flesh and I’m ready for the blood and gore. I cut and mutilate his chest all the way down to his naked penis and balls. I have all these thoughts on how I want this to go and my panties get soaked at the thoughts.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Other Women Never Me

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? Not for me, I mean. Because if you did, I would castrate you, maybe even cut your dick off too, if you did. No one forces me to do anything. When it comes to rape fantasies, I am only your accomplice. I helped Darren shove his mediocre dick inside a girl who scorned his advances. Tiny dick men appear to have the most fragile egos.

Of course, he paid me. I never help a man out of the goodness of my cold little heart. However, sometimes I feel bad for the girl. She just protects her own self interests when she turns a loser down. I do my due diligence and research both my client and his victim. Way out of my client’s league. Like a different stratosphere. Cannot blame her for saying no. And you got to applaud his gumption for even asking her out.

You Never Try to Force Me to Fuck You. If You Do You Lose Your Dick.

I brought Cate to my cabin in the woods, also known as my snuff sex shack. My cabin in the woods has seen more violence than all the Evil Dead cabins combined. If you know, you know. Darren did not hire me for snuff though. If he did, I would have charged him triple his price. But after he fucked her, he wanted to fuck me. Like he thought we were buds now and that meant I would want his mediocre dick. Not only did I find his assumption appalling, I found it hysterical too.

So, I sliced his cock. At first, I just took the tip. I love to bring men to their knees. And any slice or dice of a man’s worthless cock does just that. One of the reasons is I am always packing silver. He did not heed my warning, so I took the entire tiny package. And I untied Cate. Let her fuck his ass as payback. Sure, he got a free castration phone sex ticket he did not plan on, but he knew the rules. Although I could have killed him, I let him live. At least long enough for Cate to kill him. Turns out I like that bitch a lot more than I did Darren.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because Knives Require Skill and They Can Torture

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. Knives require skill. Anyone can kill some one with a bullet, but when you use a knife, you show prowess not luck. Hunters use knives. Sure, they use rifles too, but I prefer the old-style hunting. Hands, mind and a deadly knife equal a better win.

Knives possess diversity too because you can use a knife to kill or torture. A gun just kills. A hundred little strategically placed knife wounds prolongs suffering. However, a hundred bullet wounds, I consider a waste of bullets because the person would be dead after a few anyway. So, when I hunt prey, I only arm myself with a knife. It is all I need. And I went hunting yesterday.

Sometimes, when I have no clients who need my skills to get rid of a personal problem, I pick out a personal problem randomly. And Chris won my personal problem lottery last night and I rewarded him with free snuff sex. He made my radar a few months ago because of his actions towards women. I would call him a predator. He picks out the drunkest girl in a bar and fucks her. Predators always make my list. So, I went Promising Young Woman on him.

Knives Allow Me to Show off My Skills

I shed my Goth looks and dressed up all cute and shit. Trust me. It killed me to dress that way. However, I was on a mission. And like the predictable piece of shit he is, he picked me up and took me home. I acted drunk, but I was sober as fuck. When he tried to take my clothes off, I stabbed him in the gut. Stomach wounds bleed out slowly, but painfully. Harder to restrict blood loss too. He never saw it coming.

I am fast on my feet. And skilled at the art of deception. While he bled out on his bedroom floor, I tortured his cock and balls. Sliced his dick like it was a salami log. My knife enabled me to prolong his torture sex. I made him feel all the pain his victims felt. I shoved part of his cock in his mouth. When the police discover his body, they will know it was a sexually motivated crime.

A bullet would show mercy. And this piece of shit deserved no mercy at all. Knives are my best friends. And they will always be my weapon of choice.

Snuff sex with Father, gets hotter & hotter, he will suffer!

 

Snuff sexSnuff sex with Father, gets hotter & hotter, he will suffer! I’ve had my eye on that dirty priest for a while now. Watching him violate anything he could in his office, thinking he’s untouchable. But I’ll show him who’s really in charge. I’ll make him suffer for every single one of his sins, and I’ll enjoy every moment of it.

The more he suffers, the wetter I get. My pussy throbs with excitement at the thought of taking revenge on that sick, twisted fuck. He’ll suffer for every single touch, every single violation, every single dirty deed he’s done. 

 I know you want to join in on the fun. I can see the hunger in your eyes, the same hunger I have. Together, we’ll decorate our naked bodies with his organs as we fuck him to his death. We’ll make him beg for mercy, make him scream in agony, make him renounce his faith in God and worship us instead.

I still remember the first time a priest defiled my tight little holes. His cock was so fat and it hurt so bad, but I remembered thinking how much I will cum when I make him say “Fuck the Holy Ghost” and then slice his throat wide open. I will beg you to fuck the wound for me and of course I will suck it clean. 

So come on, baby. Call me for some hot Blasphemy phone sex. Let’s make this priest suffer for all of his sins. Let’s be the ones whispering in his ear as we do unspeakable things to him. The Great Beast 666 once said, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law! ” So we shall and will will we devour his flesh for our Dark Lord. It’s time for some real sinful pleasure – so don’t be shy, give me a call. I promise you won’t regret it.

 

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Turn Me On.

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex only gets bloodier when I am around. Why? Because I am a sick Goth chick who likes to go helter skelter when I kill. Don’t worry, I know how to clean up a crime scene. I learned from the best. My grandfather went to college for forensic science and criminology. Although he ended up running a prison, he passed down his knowledge of forensic arts to me. He cleaned up my first crime scene. And to this day, no one has discovered her body. Not even her bones.

However, since that schoolgirl crime I committed, my skills have improved. And I know how to harness my anger, so I never kill impulsively. That is what gets you caught. I used to kill quickly, swiftly and never left much of a mess to clean up. But I got bored of that kind of snuff. No fun if it is quick and clean. At least not for me.

I work alone or with an accomplice phone sex partner. Last night, I worked with a partner. A female too. That almost never happens. She wanted me to help her kill her ex-boyfriend. I did not ask any questions. To me, it is a pay day. So, I took her money, and we killed that bastard. However, she did not need my help.

I Love Killing with a Fellow Sick Bitch

Often with a male client, they get too squeamish to do the killing. So, I must step in and do it for them. But this bitch? Well, she grabbed a sickle and took his cock off. He must have really done something terrible. Or perhaps she is just a violent bitch like me. I watched and laughed as his dick sailed across the room. She chopped his fingers and toes off too. Made for a great blood splatter.

This bitch did not need my help. Perhaps, I was like a therapy dog. Just there for emotional support. I did get to chop some limbs with her. But mostly, I showed her how to clean up the carnage. Removing that much DNA took some time. I don’t know what that unlucky bastard did to my client, but his remains will never be found. The remains of anyone I kill or help kill are never found. I am that good with snuff sex.

Snuff Phone Sex Brings the Perverts to My Yard

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex brings all the perverts to my yard. Once men realize you get off on pain, suffering and snuff, you cannot beat them off with a stick. And sometimes I must. Men who hire me to commit a crime with them often think they love me. Just because I take your money to kill some whore with you does not mean I want to fuck you. We may have a great time force fucking and snuffing out a bitch together, but our relationship is transactional only.

David hired me to kill a cock teasing teen with him. Although I found murder and mayhem enjoyable with him, he still needed me to help him because he was too much of a pussy to do it on his own. So, strike one against him. If you cannot kill some brat without me, you are not sadistic enough for me to want to fuck. Plus, I never mix business with pleasure.

However, David did not understand that when I told him I do not fuck clients that I meant it. He tried to force himself on me. And well that did not end well for him. He died. But I took my sweet time with the torture sex. I strapped him on an X cross. Nailed his hands and feet to it too like some religious murder. I do not believe in heaven or hell, but I believe in pain.

If You Try to Make Me Your Victim, You Will Die

And that was the only reason I did it. For the pain. I nailed his dick to it too. And his balls. That was fun. Eventually, I cut his dick off and stuffed it in his mouth because I got tired of hearing him bitch. What a pussy. Although I never mind helping men explore their rape fantasies, I am never the one they get to fuck. Never. I am an accomplice. I am a bad ass bitch in charge. So, you pay with your life if you try to fuck me or make me your victim.

I must send a clear message to others not to try the same stupid shit. So, when I had this guy’s cock severed, balls nailed to the cross and nails in all sorts of other places too, I live streamed it on the dark net. My own snuff porn. I slit his throat and watched him bleed out. However, his death is not in vain. He will help other men not make the same mistake he did.

Fantasy phone sex brings out such terribly strange delights!

Fantasy phone sex

Fantasy phone sex brings out such terribly strange delights! I am here with a twisted tale that will make your blood run cold and your cock stand at attention. You see, I have always been a kinky little slut but my Master takes it to a whole new level. He knows how to push all my buttons and exploit my deepest fears and desires. Since I am his slave I must take all that he gives me.

When I was a little girl, I was forced to go to a weekly church clown show.  It was like a bible study but with clowns, that alone was terrifying. But man, it really freaked me out and of course you know they are all perverts. I found that out the hard way, that church clown had a more sinister agenda. He showed me his cock and I am pretty sure stuck it in my ass. I definitely blocked most of it out and ever since then, I’ve been terrified of those creepy painted faces. My Master, sick fuck that he is, decided to use that fear against me.

He brought me to a barn where there were a bunch of the scariest looking clowns I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen my fair share of fucked up shit. But these clowns were something else. They tied me up and started using me like a rag doll. Every time I tried to close my eyes and block out the horror, I was whipped and paddled. It was like a never-ending nightmare, but I couldn’t wake up.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, my Master came out dressed like Art the Clown. Now, if you don’t know who Art the Clown is, then you’re missing out on some serious terror. He’s the scariest motherfucker of them all and my Master looked exactly like him. Covered in blood and with a twisted smile on his face, he pulled out his cock and I thought that was it, I was going to be snuffed right then and there. I sucked his bloody cock clean while those other creepy clowns railed my holes. 

I am a good little snuff whore and I serve my Master’s cock without question. And let me tell you, it was the most intense experience of my life. So if you’re looking for a twisted and Evil phone sex experience, I am your girl. I live for this shit and I can give you the most depraved and fucked up fantasies you desire. So give me a call and let’s explore the dark and twisted corners of your mind. Just be warned, you may never want to leave.