Category: Castration phone sex

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.

Torturous Encounters: My Darkest Fantasies

Torture sexTorture sex is my fucking specialty, and I live for making little bitches squirm and scream. Last night, I had this pathetic little slut tied up, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. I started slow, teasing her with a feather, watching her body react, her nipples hardening, her pussy getting wet. Then, I moved to the crops, lashing her ass and thighs until they were red and stinging. Her screams were music to my ears, a symphony of pain and pleasure.

Teen rape porn brought out the beast in me. I remember this one time, I cornered this little virgin in the alley behind the school. She was so fucking tight, her pussy clenching around my cock as I rammed into her. Her tears and pleads for me to stop only made me fuck her harder, faster, until I exploded inside her, filling her up with my hot cum. It was raw, primal, and I fucking loved every second of it.

Bondage phone sex is where I get to tie the little whore up and have my way with her. I had this one girl, blindfolded and gagged, her hands tied behind her back. I teased her for what felt like hours, my fingers dancing over her sensitive spots, my breath hot on her skin. I brought her to the edge of orgasm over and over again, only to pull back, leaving her begging and desperate. When I finally let her cum, it was explosive, her body shaking with the force of it, and I fucking loved every second of her submission.

Well, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.

Three Twisted Wishes : PT 3

Necrophilia Phone Sex

My third and final wish was to have one of her friends fuck her dead body. He didn’t want to and we made him eat out her dead cold pussy before he slid his young hairless cock into her torn up pussy.  We laughed at him as he begged us to just stop this his tears sliding down his cheeks. I carved Lucifers sigil into his back and bound him to the dark lord. I let my friends play with his tight asshole and stretch him out like a gay little fuck doll.  He screamed as he was fucked by those big black cock. He even had two in his hole at one time. His asshole was stretched so wide it began to tear. Blood trickled down their cocks I walked over and made him cum all over my sisters corpse and smiled evilly at him. i cut Off his cock and balls and sewed him up so he had a hole that the boys could use whenever they wanted. He cried and screamed as he realized what this meant. he was nothing but a fuck toy. He would never free him and at least for now he was going to be our slave.

Killer Phone Sex is Guaranteed if You Invade My Space

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gives you 1 million ways to die. Although I avoid guns and primarily use knives as my instrument of destruction and pain, I’ve killed people with my bare hands, household items, and even my teeth. I had to use all my resources last night to survive an intruder. But sort of like that movie, “Don’t Breathe,” that guy broke into the wrong fucking house. And what he thought might be an easy score ended his life.

Now, I’m a dominant sadistic bitch. So, I always keep knives nearby. Hidden all over the place. And even strapped to my body. I keep one under my mattress and one under my pillow too. Normally I’m a light sleeper; so, I wake up to the sound of anything. However, yesterday I had some dental work done, and sedation mixed with painkillers put me into a much deeper sleep. By the time I woke up, this intruder appeared too close to act in my normal fashion. But I am not a snuff porn star. So, I gave him one hell of a fight.

Because he had his full weight on the mattress as he attempted to strangle me, I could not get to the knife from under the mattress. But I bit his hand so hard he pulled it away, giving me the opportunity I need to grab the knife. Although I could’ve slit his throat right there, and it would’ve been justifiable homicide, he needed to feel some pain. A lot of pain. So, I stabbed him in the shoulder. And that got him completely off me. Now I had the upper hand. I kicked him hard in the groin bringing him to his knees. Then I ripped off his mask, but I didn’t recognize him.

Never Feel Sorry for a Home Intruder. He Gets What He Deserves

I dragged his body out of my bedroom, down my stairs and into my torture chamber. And the fun happens here for me. Clearly, this man possessed great strength, so I had to strap him down to a table. Can you believe this fucking loser tried to plead for his life. The same man that left ligature marks around my neck now wanted forgiveness. Do I look like the kind of woman that ever grants forgiveness. No. This idiot started to piss me off crying and begging. So, he earned himself free castration phone sex.

And he earned himself a free death too. But first I’m mutilated his junk. Took his balls off with a rusty knife. Then I used another knife to chop a little piece of his dick off at a time like it was one of those sausage logs you get on a charcuterie board. Now he really started crying. Fucking pussy.

He had his hands tightly around my neck and I never once shed a tear. I never once begged for mercy. I just fought for my life and gained the upper hand. But then I have balls. I made him eat part of his dick and balls. Don’t feel sorry for him. He broke into my house and tried to kill me. He deserved everything I dished out.

Eventually, all I wanted to go back to bed and let the meds wear off. So, I grabbed his mutilated body and dragged him outside to the patio. And I watched the wildlife eat him alive. I might be the best neighborhood watch ever. I would have believed I dreamed it all, but when I woke  part of his cock and balls were still in my dogs’ food bowels.

Three Twisted Wishes: Pt 2

Sex With Dead Bodies

 

My second wish was delightfully evil. I wished my little sister back to life, then I wished the devil himself could come in and fuck her tight little holes. She screamed as she saw his hooved figure and that impossibly large cock. It was almost the size of a third leg! She screamed and tried to run away as he lifted her small young body up and slammed  his over sized demon cock into her tight baby girl pussy splitting it open. She screamed as blood dripped down his cock and balls. She screamed a final scream as his boiling hot cum shot into her ruined cunt. Her lifeless body fell to the floor as he vanished. I laughed and played with her small tits and her bloody cum filled cunt. I told the boys to fuck her dead body while I bound her soul to her corpse so she could feel everything.  After they ruined what was left of her pussy I cut her chest open and bit into her heart. I love the metallic taste of blood and the texture of the heart.  I smile down at her and kiss her cold lips. This is just the second wish. I love these sweet murder fantasies.

Castration Phone Sex Brings Me Joy and Makes This World Better

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I enjoy neutering men. And hear me out. Sure, I am a sick bitch so I like to inflict torture, especially cock and ball torture. But the way I look at most of my castrations, I’m doing it for the greater good. Most of the men who I castrate are sexual predators. Men with tiny dicks, who think they have a big black cock, and folks so stupid that they cannot remember how to breathe. I’m just preventing the creation of more idiots. So castrating men has become my altruistic action. I’m putting out some good in the world.

However, most of the men, I castrate seems somewhat unwilling to admit that they are losers. But they are getting exactly what they deserve. Only a handful of men ever seem self-aware enough that they want me to take their junk. Most of the guys falsely believe that they can fuck any woman they want just because they’re a guy. And this is the reason I prefer sex toys and corpses as lovers. Some men say the stupidest shit. And they do the stupidest shit. But neutering them takes the wind out of their sails. Plus, it brings me joy.

Most Men Do Not Deserve Their Nuts

With me, castration begins with some extreme cock and ball torture sex first. Of course, I tie up my victim securely, so he cannot fight me. And more importantly, he cannot escape me either. I don’t always wear stiletto heels because I’m not one of those girly girls. Usually, I’m in Chuck’s, but when I castrate a fucking loser like you, I put on my spiked stilettos to make it hurt even more. Nothing like digging your heel into a fucking ball and flattening it before you even castrate the fucker.

I mutilated this loser’s junk in his own bed. He could not handle the pain. When he started puking and crying and pleading for mercy. I just kept on kicking. I don’t reason with losers. This man’s cock appeared to be no longer than my thumb. And he thought he could come on to me. He thought he could try to force that little nothing of a dick inside me. No fucking way. I hate losers with small dicks. And I hate the ones who seem clueless that their dick can’t do shit for a woman.

I Love Removing Your Junk

So, I made sure that torture hurt. I made sure he begged for the castration just to get it over. I guess you could say I brainwashed the loser. Caused him so much discomfort that he begged me to cut his nuts off. Normally, when I castrate a loser, I just take the balls and use a frying pan that’s heated on the bottom to cauterize the wound.

However, this time, I took the balls clean off with one sweep of my knife. And I stuffed his balls in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Although I did cauterize the wound, I also stitched him up. and I think I did a pretty good job too. Not to brag or anything. But I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a doctor. But sometimes I play doctor when I take your nuts.

Sex with Dead Bodies is the Only Way I Fuck

sex with dead bodiesI was never really into sex with dead bodies until about eight years ago. I was fucking this dude I picked up in a bar, when he violated every rule, I told him about prior to bringing him home. I’m not your typical woman. I don’t require sex like some do. But like most people, I get urges. Just not daily. And I never look for my self-worth or any kind of ego boost from fucking.

I’m never angling for a relationship or money or presents either. I just wanted to fuck this dude, and he wouldn’t shut the fuck up. So, I slit his throat with a knife that was strapped to my inner thigh. My in case of an emergency knife. And he constituted an emergency.

I slit his throat, and as the blood gushed everywhere, I discovered that his dick stayed hard inside my pussy. And I did not expect that. So, I did not hop right off him. I kept fucking him until I came. It was the most peaceful fuck of my life because dead men don’t talk. And they don’t cum. But I can cum on a dead dick. and I did. The best sex of my life, I had with a corpse. And ever since if I feel the need to fuck, I either look for a fresh cadaver, or I create a fresh cadaver.

The Only Good Dick is A Dead Dick

Over the weekend, this natural born killer phone sex bitch wanted to fuck. But I did not want to deal with the hassle of the games. And I did not want to have to listen to some tool run his mouth making it hard for me to have an orgasm. I like to fuck in peace. And sure, I can use a dildo whenever I want. But why settle for rubber when I can have a warm dead dick inside of me. So, I went to the morgue. I have a friend there. Equally sick and twisted as me.

And this guy owes me a few favors. I have cleaned up more than one of his messes. He thinks with his dick and not his head. So, without me, he’d probably be in prison for life. Hence, he will send me a text when I ask about a fresh male cadaver with a decent size dick. I know what you’re thinking. How do you get a dead dick erect? Easy. You put a cattle prod up the ass and you shock that dick awake. Then you hop on, and you go for a ride. I came so hard on that dead dick too. And I rode him right there on the cold metal table in the morgue.

Sometimes, I Need to Kill a Man to Fuck Him

I scratched that itch easily. Dead dick can make a woman cum. But dead dicks don’t cum. And I always hated the mess. I guess I’m a little OCD. But with a cadaver as my lover, I discovered no cleanup, no sappy talk, and no risk of a man trying to dominate me. So, necrophilia phone sex for the win. I don’t care who you are. I can promise you that I would much prefer to fuck your corpse than fuck you when you’re still breathing.

Knife Play Phone Sex Equal Opportunity Killer

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex never disappoints me. Most days I’m strapping at least five blades to my body. You never know when you might need to stab a bitch or cut off a dick. On the weekend, I usually go out looking for trouble. Not all superheroes wear capes. I protect women from predatory men. And I protect men from bitchy cunts. Plus, I like making the world a better place by getting rid of toxic men and cunt women in the world. Seems like the universe is plentiful in both.

When I went out this weekend, I did not have any plans. No man I planned on giving free castration phone sex too. But once I went out, this little gold digging coed bitch who tried to hustle every man into buying her a drink, caught my eye. The bitch started a fight with me. Honestly, I was hoping to sever a cock. But the men in the bar seemed to be on good behavior.

However, some of these women were downright bitches. That’s when I decided one of them needed to go. Although I had a room full of potential victims, I picked the girl who called me a Goth freak. Now she may not have been my number one choice, but she put herself at the top of the list when she called me a Goth freak. This bitch was on my turf. This was not a college bar. She entered a steampunk bar and insulted all the Goth women there. So, I turned my attention to this fucking bitch.

I am an Equal Opportunity Killer

Instead of castrating a predator, I snuffed a bitch. I enjoy bloody overkill. This bitch had it coming. She got drunk. And extremely obnoxious. She decided to insult just about everybody in that bar. Even the guys who bought her a drink. So, I roofied one of those drinks a guy bought her.

And I swept in to save her making her think the guy slipped her the roofie. She got belligerent, so I had to restrain myself from gutting her like a pig right there in the bar. But once the roofie kicked in, I could handle her easily. So, I did give her a ride. A ride in the trunk of my car to my dungeon

I tied her up on a table sort of like Dexter does his kills. I’ve learned quite a lot from Dexter. Plastic underneath to capture the blood. I made a mess of her. I began with little cuts all over her body. Imagine how uncomfortable a 1000 paper cuts on your body would feel. I avoided the arteries because I wanted her to suffer. But eventually, I got tired of her. I plunged the knife straight into her belly button and pulled it all the way up to her sternum. I played around in her intestines because I am a bloody phone sex freak.

After I finished playing with her insides, I tossed her to the wild animals in my backyard and watched them tear her to shreds. They make the perfect accomplices. I can always go back out another night and find a predatory male to neuter. But I am an equal opportunity Bitch.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.

It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.

Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day

I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.

Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.

Torture sex and much more is that I filmed

My uncle gave Torture sex and abuse to any fuck he could find. I would just come home and find him with any kind of victim. There he was a young little male naked and gaged. “Glad you’re back bitch, you need to film me giving this bitchboy a new pussy hole” he says laughing as he set up the camera. Always have to do as he says and right away start filming and zooming into the weeping victim. He was already bleeding from his sissy asshole.

My uncle had been fucking and ripping his little boypussy. Finally, my uncle had all he needed. “Come get his dicky hard, I need it as long as I can go” he instructed me. I start to stroke his little cocky and he starts to cry. Then my uncle slapped me. “Get his cock hard fast bitch, or I’ll be using you for this castration video” he said laughing. So, I get down and start sucking his young dick. After a bit he starts to moan, and my uncle ties the base hard.

Torture sex

“Perfect now, you’ll hold his hardy dick tight” he instructed as he grabbed a knife. With a quick move my uncle castrated him. His screams muffled and he bled out and his body shook. “Now he has a pussy, and you are going to film me fuck it” he said proudly. I watched and filmed as my unc rammed his big cock inside his little bloody hole. “This shit is tight and warm” he grunted hard as he fucked his little body hard.

After a bit the poor bitch stopped moving. Better him than me. He kept fucking his lifeless body and I just filmed like he asked. “I’m going to fill his fresh new pussy” he moaned. Finally, he was done filling him up. “We will film a couple of movies before he starts to stink” he said laughing as he left to clean himself off. Better to film Snuff movies than to star in them.