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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.

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“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.

You went whore hunting and found a perfect gash

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You searched high and low for some fuck bitch you can make suffer the consequences of your sick and evil deviant sexual desires, one’s that get you locked up for life. You crave that rage and punishment, the smell of blood and gore, I’m your perfect broken whore.

I’m so small and precious. Cute little face, tight little bubble butt, perfect to take your rape fantasies out on. Your only goal is to whip my sweet little pussy apart and show me fear. Make me cry and whimper and beg for mercy while you’ve got your foot on my face. Such a little bitch, can’t take your abuse, crying out for even more rage.

Bound with my hands about my head, insides shredded seeping out of my cut up cunt, fecal cum pouring out of me like a broken sink, except I’m just another broken soul you’ve taken. Sick fuck, dicked down, ripped apart, your a master of the creeches, above all the creeps.

The one’s that can’t get laid so they prey on one’s like me. Tiny but torn, cracked, whipped, craving torture like daddy did me, fill me up and spit out all that naughty pedo childhood trauma that fills my soaked up snatch. Such fond family fucking memories fill my holes gripping your thorny shaft stabbing my cervix.

Domination Phone Sex Leads to Castration in the VIP Room

domination phone sexI love domination phone sex. For decades, it seemed to me I could not get myself on the right side of it. But now I live my life as a sexy switch for hire. Mostly, I serve the accomplice role for men. However, some men still want me to dominate them. And since I have a lot of pent-up anger for the men like my daddy and his friends who used me for years, being in the driver’s seat feels cathartic.

Leo is just some sad sack loser with a small dick who needs to pay women. But even paid whores do not want to fuck his shrimp tail dick. So, I took his money. We began our session with him worshiping my cunt. And it had the cum from a real man inside it. So, Leo became my clean up bitch.

As he tried to protest that he was a submissive, not a faggot, I squeezed my thighs tightly against his head. So, this easily could have turned into strangulation phone sex. I am a professional stripper. And I work a pole like no one else. And that gives me super strong legs.

If You Pay Me to Dominate You, You Best Not Try to Dictate How I Dominate You

I let that bitch boy know that I could crush his skull with my strong legs. And I reminded him I am in charge as I pissed down his throat. If I want him to be a little cum guzzler, he will be one. Once again, he protested so, I smothered him with my ass. And I got out a riding crop to torture his balls. They looked like shriveled up walnuts anyway.

I wanted to take scissors and cut his balls off. This loser paid me to dominate him. He gave me his power. Then he tried to dictate how I should dominate him. Not how this works boys. I have all the control. I ended up using those kitchen scissors for castration phone sex. Cut his balls off while he suffocated under the weight of my ass.

I made a mess off the couch in the VIP lounge. And a lot of kinky shit has happened there. But this was the first time that I castrated a loser. I just told security we had a clean up in the VIP room, and they cleaned up the blood, dumped Leo the loser in the alley and tossed his balls to the feral cats to eat. Be careful what you ask for because you might get more than you bargained.

Mutilation Phone Sex With A Sadistic Goddess is The Best

Mutilation Phone Sex is just another variable of my sadistic pleasure. In my world humans are nothing but mere things. These human things are something I like to do trials on. Maybe I should have become a surgeon, after all cutting up bodies is exciting.

Last night I went hunting. When I have a bad day of annoyances I have to go hunting. And my kind of hunting is going to the strip clubs in search of losers. Not all are the scum of the earth losers. In fact I have found a good accomplice or two in the circuit of strip clubs.

However last night this drooling sack of shit screamed at me to mutilate him. I lured him out back. He was disgusting and when he went to get close to me with his putrid breath I wanted to vomit. Then my hand just had a reflex. The knife shot out and into his filthy ball sack.

As he tried to scream I shoved a pair of the strippers’ panties in his mouth and told him that’s the last pussy he will taste. Then I stomped on his flacid cock with my heels. Finalizing him with a stab in the chest. I left him to bleed out and let the strays and vermin have their way.

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Snuff Movies, The Homemade Kind, are the Best to Watch

snuff moviesMaking snuff movies to sell on the dark net is a hobby of mine. And a way to earn a passive income. I put up a video, and men purchase the videos. Sometimes women too. And I take special requests for a fee, of course. So far, mostly men make the special requests because they want to see something they cannot see just anywhere. Plus, they want to see something that speaks to their own dark fantasies.

But this time, a woman named Veronica messaged me. She wanted to see me mutilate and torture a young boy. Now, I have had plenty of women hire me to torture their rivals or men who have wronged them. But this was the first time a woman wanted me to make her a private snuff porn involving a vary young boy. I do not judge.

Since I am about as sadistic as they come, I do whatever a person pays me to do. If it aligns with who I am, which is a dominant sick bitch, I do it. The money I collect from sick fucks like Veronica, lets me hunt and kill more frequently.

I Love Making Dark Content for Private Viewers

And I found Veronica a young boy like she wanted. And I enjoyed showing her off to him. His cock appeared tiny, and hairless of course. He cried too much, so I duct taped his mouth. Personally, I hate brats. Why I will never be a mother. Brats are nothing but germy, soul sucking, time consuming assholes. So, if you want to kill or torture one, I am perfect for the job.

She approved of him and gave me some instructions that included cock and ball torture sex of his tiny little hairless pecker and balls. I carved that boy up like a holiday ham. The younger they are the more they bleed. And the brighter the blood.  Eventually, I strangled him while she watched. Dismembered his body, which seemed super easy at his size and fed him to the wild. I had a very happy client. And she plans on hiring me to make more content for her in the near future.

A Cannibals Delight!

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I may look sweet and innocent, but I promise you I am not. The things I do to get off would probably churn your stomach. I can tell you all about the first man I lured into my home. Oh, he was so sweet. I still remember the surprised look in his eyes when I did it to him. Oh, he begged me not to. He promised me money and lavish gifts. I didn’t want any of that. I wanted to hear his screams. I wanted to drink them in and let them fuel my next orgasm. This was the only way I could get off. Sex was never enough. I needed something darker and more sinister to get my pussy off.

Until that night I never knew what it was. Sure, sex was amazing, but nothing was as good as watching the light leave their eyes.  Hearing them scream and never stopping just laughing and moaning as you reached your climax. I didn’t even have to touch myself to get off. Oh, and what I did next really sealed the deal. i. made the best tasting meal I ever had.  I gave the bones to my furry friend and he’s just another person who disappeared in this big city.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies with a Sick Bitch and Her Teen Protégé Marley

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies turn me on. I am a gore whore. The more bloodshed the better for me. Which is why I kill in frenzy mode every chance I get. Although I do not play well with others, I kill well with others. So, sometimes I have an accomplice to enjoy murder with. Marley is a Goth teen girl. And as sick as they come.

I met her ten years ago when I saved her from a sexual assault by a much older man. Instead of running into my arms crying, so happy that I rescued her, she kicked him in the balls. No tears. She did have a lot of gratitude towards me, but she wanted him to pay.

So, I let her castrate him. Leaving him with a permanent reminder of what happens to men who attempt to force fuck the wrong bitch. She has been my accomplice phone sex partner ever since. I took her from an angry, vengeful little girl to a seasoned, methodical sick bitch like me.

And over the weekend, we celebrated her 18th birthday with murder. She knew some abusive asshole she wanted to snuff. He dated her bestie for a year but will not accept that it is over. And he has made her friend’s life hell. Glad to help. This time, I was her accomplice. Marley planned his death. Taking a page from my killer playbook, she lured him to my kill shack using her body as bait.accomplice phone sex

I Enjoy Taking Young Girls Under My Wing and Making Them My Proteges

She even drugged him like I would too. By the time they got to the death cabin in the woods, the roofie kicked in and he stumbled through the door. He saw me with a big butcher knife, dressed in black, and said, “Oh Shit,” before passing out. When he woke up, he was naked and strapped into my castration phone sex chair.

I let Marley do the honors. This was her show. But I watched with pride and joy as she used a rusty serrated blade to cut off his balls. His blood squirted everywhere, but she basked in the blood rain. If I had a daughter, Marley would be her.

I told her she could kill him or let him live as a ballless wonder. And she went with the latter because she thought he deserved a life of no sex and no predatory behavior. But she told him if he told anyone what happened in my kill shack, she would come back for his dick too. And she meant it. He knew it too. We won’t have any problems with him. And no woman will ever worry about him harassing her again either.

Domination Phone Sex The Best Secrets You Surrender To

It’s Domination Phone Sex that I, Morticia  am about to emerge your senses with. Your eyes, wide and worshipful, entranced by my silhouette clad in a sheer black gown that leaves little to the imagination. Now you fall under my spell. Tonight, you will serve me in ways you never have before.

“I want you to worship my pussy, Brian,”  followed by “Show me how much you crave my power.” And I whipped your ass.

My Domination Phone Sex Enthralls Your Very Being

Obediently, you drop to your knees, your hands trembling as you reach up to grasp the hem of my gown. Slowly, you pulled it up, revealing my smooth, pale thighs and the black lace panties that barely concealed my cunt. 

Soon I felt the heat of your mouth, the wetness of your tongue as you trailed kisses up to my pussy. Next You hooked your fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, revealing my glistening folds.

Meanwhile I smirk, and grab your head. ”That’s right worship goddesses cunt like a good toy”.

Obeying, your eyes never leaving mine as you leaned in and pressed your tongue to my clit. With a gasp, my hips bucking as you began to lick  your tongue swirling around my clit. Then slipping two fingers into my pussy, you curl them to hit that sweet spot inside.

Finally, you brought me closer to the edge. You were a good little toy, eager to please and desperate for my approval. I could feel the power coursing through me, the magic that came from your worship.

But I wanted more. I wanted to feel your insides. And to feel you take my strap-on in your ass. Ultimately, I wanted to see you bleed for me, to feel the power of your sacrifice.

A Slice in the Sack for Mutilation Phone Sex Pleasures

As I  pulled away from you, my breath ragged as I stepped back. “Get up,” I commanded, my voice firm. “It’s time for you to take my strap-on.”

Following directions, your eyes wide with anticipation. Then I walked over to my altar, where my strap-on lay, gleaming and ready. As I strapped it on, I felt the weight of it between my legs. Then I turned back to you, my eyes locked on yours as I walked towards you.

“Bend over,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. You did as you were told, bending over the altar and presenting your ass to me. The sight  goosebumps on your skin, and your body trembled with anticipation, pleases me.

Next I ran my fingers over your ass, feeling the smooth skin and the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Then I leaned down, pressing my lips to your ear. “You’re going to take my strap-on like a good little toy, aren’t you?” spoken in a sultry purr.

Just like that I slide my gloved hand around your cock and balls and the blades on the fingers of my gloves slice your flesh.

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