Category: Castration phone sex

Snuff Porn While I Masturbate To Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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Snuff porn is always fun to watch when I am trying to relive some rape phone sex fantasies. I had a taste of cock meat sandwich when I was young. I was walking home from a friend’s house, and I was running late when some older high-school boys stopped me and said they would walk me home. It was dark so I agreed but when we got to the alleyway behind my house, I knew I was in trouble. They grabbed me and dragged me behind a big trash can. They were much bigger than me, so it was easy for them to push me down to my knees. They right away pulled their cock out and were smacking it and tabbing my face with it telling me how they were going to show me how to make friends with older boys. They forced my mouth open and the oldest started fucking my mouth hard I gaged and begged but it didn’t matter. Then I almost threw up when he finally came into my mouth, and I had to taste his seven. The next one fucked my face even harder and then I couldn’t take it any more I bite down as hard as I could, and he screamed. I didn’t let go until he pulled away and his cock was squirting blood and I could feel a piece of his cock was in my mouth and I had blood dripping down my chin. I spit out the piece of cock meat from my mouth and I ran home. They never messed with me again. From that day I have loved CBT and Snuff porn. 

the nightmare nextdoor

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My neighbor is a primary creep, but he happens to be able to have all the tools that will make me his snuff sex slave. As a butcher, I know he has plenty of pain-inducing tools. Not only that, he loves to hunt. He had gotten bold and told me straight to my face one day when we were both outside that he dreams about fucking me till I die while cutting me open with all his knives and butcher tools.

At first, I tried to move but found no luck, and I woke up in a panic for several nights thinking about what he had told me. My anxiety was taking me to the depths of hell. All I could think about was being so helpless that I’d eventually have to give in to his nasty thoughts.

Knife Play Phone Sex Has Endless Scenarios for Countless Amounts of Fun

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Knife play phone sex is my favorite. A knife requires skill. There is no skill in shooting someone. If you are close enough, and have even crappy aim, the person is dead or severely disabled. I pride myself on the hunt. I love to play cat and mouse first. Guys never suspect a woman of being a knife wielding fiend. Recently, me and a fellow sadistic bitch arranged a special hunting party. We invited some men on our personal hit lists. They thought it was a sex party. Stupid men. These were small dicked losers who did not deserve their balls, let alone their cocks. We were having a castration phone sex party. We acted like horny sex kittens to get them naked. It did not take much. It was me an Gail and 6 men. Six men who never saw it coming either. We tied them up and they still had no clue we meant them harm. Men think with their cocks. Well, Gail and I cut off their brains. And we did it slow too. Do not feel sorry for them. These men had small cocks and big egos. No brains either. Never saw it coming which I enjoyed. Element of surprise makes it hotter. It was very messy, however. I waited a bit before I cauterized the wounds. I love the site of blood. Other people’s blood of course. Gail and I practice witchcraft. There are so many potent spells you can create with testicles. We severed each loser’s balls. But some of them had such small cocks, we figure what was the point of having them? I mean if my clit is bigger than your dick, I say good riddance. Gail and I created some spells, but we practiced some cannibalism too. I like to eat testicles. They are much better than sheep balls.  I know. I am sick bitch. What can I say? Or torture sex makes me wet.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

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Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Does Not Need You

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do best. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I do not care if you have a big cock. I do not care if you have money. I do not care if you “love” Goth girls. I do not want to date you. I do not want to fuck you either. I do not have much use for humans. I am a loner. I do not need relationships. I do not need friends and I do not need a man in my life. I can take care of myself. I have only two uses for men: accomplice or victim. Anytime a man comes on to me I must explain that he can be my victim or my accomplice, but I do not want to date a man or be in any kind of a relationship with a man other than to kill him, castrate him or hunt with him. Terrance thought I was joking. He has been hitting on me for months now. We met at a Goth bar. I did not give him my phone number, but he managed to get not only my phone number, but my address too by bribing his cousin who works at the DMV. He confessed. He thought I was playing hard to get. I do not play games. I say no, no it is. He found himself on the wrong side of some CBT torture sex. The only way to handle a man who thinks he can conquer a woman or take what he wants because a woman is playing games, needs to lose his cock and / or balls. No cock, no balls, no sexual urges. No need to act like an asshole. Some men have way too much ego and testosterone like Terrance. No way I was the first woman he stalked and harassed. But I will be the last because Terrance is a eunuch now. I took his balls with a rusty knife and cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he cannot prey on women who want nothing to do with him. Most guys must pay for castration phone sex. Terrance got it for free.

Pandora’s Mortuary Is Open Again For Deviant Play

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Hello once again to my fans of the grotesque, wickedly twisted, and dark corners of the mind. I’m happy to open the mortuary doors once again. Truthfully the pandemic was a real buzz kill, great for business and plenty of corpses. However, due to the amounts, it was required to have more than one mortician around. Keeping my cold formamide smelling work area more populated with the living than usual. Which is such a shame really. You should have seen some of the corpses that came in for me to prepare or just burn. Such beauty and potential gone to waste. 

Now the traffic is steady but no need for extra hands around, I’m able to handle it all once again. I was so happy to be able to let those other workers go. None of them had the spark like me for allowing the dead to be useful to the living in a carnal way. Now I look around the room and see nothing but potential. I’ve renovated it for even more corpse storage and more fun gadgets. Experimenting on the dead is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. Sure a lot of these tools are used for autopsies but they make excellent torture devices when the time arises. So you know a little bit about my past few years, what has the rest of the wicked been up to? 

Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.

Rape Fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies SinI have a dark surprise for you! All the cunts you can fuck and asses beat until you are emptied and satisfied. I spiked their drinks and strapped each one up to their own beds ready for their fixes. Every slut has been shot up with heroine waiting for their personal cocks to mutilate their virgin pussies and stretch their tight asses out until they bleed on the sheets. You have knives, whips and chairs to your liking. While I brand each whore to my liking I can’t wait for their pleads and tears to play like a broken record.  I want to peel their skin from their ripped asses out while their screams echo through out of the room. Ahh the way they beg is music to my ears as my cunt starts to drip I’ll have to slap it onto one of their faces and force them to suck my clit until I am satisfied. So many whores to be ruined and so many chains, whips and razor filled dildos I don’t even know where to start!