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Castration Phone Sex is The Best Fantasy for a Pervert

Deep within Morticia’s lair, the atmosphere was charged with raw sexual energy. Darion was already half-mad with anticipation, his cock standing erect, leaking with desire for Castration Phone Sex.

Castration phone sex is What Darion Will Receive

I’m Morticia, the Mistress of the Dark. Tonight I am dressed in a corset of leather, fishnet stockings, and a thong that barely covers my cunt. With my leather stiletto heels clanking on the Dungeon floor I approach my victim. My approach is like a predator stalking prey.

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My victim has been bound with his wrists and ankles secured with thick leather cuffs to the cold, unforgiving stone wall. His legs are spread wide, exposing his most vulnerable parts. My fingers trail down his chest, circling his nipples before clamping them with vicious little devices. These clamps bite into his flesh, sending jolts of pain straight to his already throbbing erection.

My whip, the leather cracking through the air before landing with a sharp sting on his skin. Each lash placed with precision, the welts rising red and angry, crisscrossing his torso and thighs. This sends his cock twitching with each hit. Pausing now, I grip his shaft, pumping it slowly, my thumb rubbing over the head, smearing his precum down the length.

Dropping to my knees, I hake his balls in her hand and squeeze then. Then I start biting down gently, making him buck against his restraints. I then introduce a sharp shimmering scalpel that I playfully run it over his sack. Slowly his skin begins to trickle with blood, and a new wave of pain mixing with the pleasure ensues.

As my victim struggles and I laugh, a viscous evil laugh. Then I slide a thick rubber band over his balls, to the base of them. Now they are plump and more vulnerable than ever. Now it’s time, Loser. You have been a filthy fucking pervert and I will give you what you need.

 Snuff Sex is the Final Destination for Darion

Once I had cut his sack open and cut out his testicles, I was ready to torture Darion further. My fingers slick with lube, I begin to tease his ass, circling his entrance before slowly pushing in a thick, ribbed dildo. Finally the pure confusion from the pain and new pleasure. Now I watch his face contort with a mix of pleasure and discomfort as I thrust the toy in and out.

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My collection of cocks.

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Castration phone sex. I have a nasty evil side to me. I take pride in my collection of cocks, I have a whole variety from small and stubby to large and in charge. If I’m feeling particularly naughty I’ll reach in my cabinet grab it and fuck the shit out of it. Set it up and the table and slide my wet pussy down on top of it, it’s better than the living deal.

And tonight you’re my next victim.  After I undress you vigorously, I push you down on the bed.  Wow, you love my sexual dominancy and your cock is rock hard, my favorite size, a 9 incher.  I jump on top with my little dress and heels on. Pull my little panties to the side and sit down on your dick. My pussy is soaked so I fall forward and bounce, swirl your cockhead all around my cunt lips and goey insides.  I love the sound of that snatch juice as I grind back and forth with all my force. Right as I sit back up I can feel your cock growing steadily deep inside me, your balls are rocks.  Perfect time for castration, whack!

I didn’t want you to see but I sliced your nasty cock off.  Blood everywhere, covering my naked body. Another successful addition to my collection.

Domination Phone Sex Includes Extreme Ball Busting

domination phone sexDomination phone sex goes two ways with a sexy switch. You can be my slave. Or I can be your whore. Although most men want me as their sexy submissive sex slave, a few like a blonde buxom babe dominating them. When I met Ivan, he appeared submissive. We met at the strip club. He wanted some extreme cock and ball torture. However, I could not bust his nuts at the club. Men will not come to see naked girls if they think we castrate patrons, LOL.

So, I arranged to meet Ivan at his place the next day. And I understood the assignment. He wanted his nuts deflated. And he wanted to feel pain. He lost his mistress when she got married and moved away. But I resemble her, so he made me an offer I could not refuse. No skin off my nose if you want your balls busted. It’s the holidays. We all need more cash.

When I arrived at his place, I felt like I was entering a castle. Huge house. More like a mansion. And he had a BDSM room with everything I needed for extreme cock and ball torture sex. It seems to me that the rich fuckers enjoy the kink lifestyle the most. Money can buy you anything. Even ball busting. I sported my stripper heels. And my spiked heels allowed me to kick him in the balls repeatedly until he crumbled to the floor in pain. Just what he wanted.

Extreme Ball Busting Might Be My Favorite Kink

But his threshold for pain seemed out of this world. When he finally hit the floor, I kicked him in the groin some more before I did a little dance on his old hairy nuts. As a self-proclaimed chronic masturbator and predator, he wanted me to neuter him. So, I did. I put a castration band around his nuts while I trampled on his balls. Eventually they turned blue and purple. And they deflated too.

I did not cut his balls off, but I did ruin them. Now, he will have deflated balls for the rest of his life. They may even just fall off his body one day. But do not feel sorry for him. He paid me for castration phone sex. And I just gave him what he wanted.

Home Invasion Heaven: Cora’s X-Rated Nightmare

Alright perverts, buckle up for a twisted tale of my kinky encounter with the home invader from hell.

I’m Cora, the juicy treatise waiting to explode. Enter our enigmatic aggressor, a hung monster with a nefarious twinkle in his eye.He sneaks into my sanctuary, his intentions clearer than the moist drippings of my lust-drenched cunt. Alexa, play ‘Home Invasion Blues’ cause this motherfucker just found his next victim.But little does he know, I’m no ordinary damsel. I welcome his rugged advance, drawing him deeper into my sin-filled lair.His meaty fingers explore my tender flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I moan in approves, my Catherine wheels spinning out of control.Then, the ultimate revelation hits me like a freight train. His mighty sword stands at attention, ready to pierce my starving holes.

He pounds my pussy without mercy, each thunderous stroke sending shockwaves through my very soul. The stranger ravishes me like a stolen good, leaving me breathless.But the true cherry on this twisted cake? He doesn’t stop. No sir ee bob. He goes full cave eagerly, giving me the kaleidoscope experience.

 

Let’s have the hottest Blasphemy sex your cock can handle

Blasphemy sex lures in men that crave power. The release they look for is something I am the best at. The desperate and the damned, seek refuge with me. These dumb little cunts think that I am their savior until the moment they are on the sacrifice alter.Blasphemy sex

The  longer they suffer in pain the more power we can harvest from Hell. Fuck God and Hail everything that is unholy. I love watching your cock grow as I  inflict intense pain on our victims. They will beg for mercy and ask God for help but our dark Lord and Master will be the one to greet them.

The depravity of my trade knows no bounds, and I revel in it. The filthier the act, the more I crave it. I want your cum to soak their dying face as I bask in my adoration for Satan. I am the ultimate embodiment of evil, a vile temptress, and a wicked enchantress. My lair, a den of iniquity, is my kingdom, and I am its unholy queen. And here we can do any sick desire you have!

The darkness is calling, the floor is slick with sweat and blood, and the cries of \ pain echo through the room. My victims, bound and gagged, are at my mercy, and I will not disappoint. I will deliver, as I always do, the ultimate release. The ultimate surrender to Satan. Dive into Evil phone sex and cum for Satan!

 

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Giving thanks as I make a meal out of your family Jewels

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex has me being very thankful to make a meal out of your family jewels. You wouldn’t think that I could hide dick and testicle meat and a nice sweet potato pie. But I can, And I plan to have your family eating parts of you unknowingly this Thanksgiving. 

Besides we all know that you are time with your balls in your cock has come to an end. All you really need is a permanent catheter they drain the piss out and you can live along healthy life. But there are other options to just losing your balls and pieces if not all of your cock. 

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I could stop at mere Castration phone sex that one be as much finest killing you. Dissecting you what the finest medical scalpels and suturing you up after I made long deep cuts. Are you still can enjoy your Thanksgiving now I will shove cranberries in your belly than sew it back up? And when that turkey is too big for your asshole I’m going to have to cut open that ass cavity.

Oh yes I could just drop at having her family eat your mutilated genitals hidden discreetly in pies and desserts. But then I went and get to play with all my fancy medical equipment. And I know how much you love my statistic Medical fetish phone sex!

Tonight we feast on your flesh and give many  thanks to the victims who get us off!

Knife Play Phone Sex Calls I Savor as a Sadistic Bitch

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl.  Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.

I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.

She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.

Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege

Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them.  Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.

My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.

And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.

Castration Phone Sex Calls Leave Losers with No Balls

castration phone sexYou might be surprised how many men call me for castration phone sex. But you might be even more surprised at how many men reach out to me on the dark net to get castrated for real. If a man wants to sever his balls from his useless dick, who am I to say no. His body. His choice. And if he wants to pay me to do it, even better.

Some men are self-aware. And then other men seem clueless that no one likes their dick but them. Men like that get a free ball removal. And sometimes, I even chop off the dick too. For tools, predators and annoying pricks, their body is my choice. And I choose cock and ball torture sex.

If you cannot use it properly, you do not deserve it at all. Too many men look at their cock and balls as an entitlement when it is a privilege. And sometimes, a privilege gets revoked. Just like suspending a drunk driver’s license. Not all men deserve their cocks.

I saw this neighborhood dick being cruel to his dog. And one thing I hate is animal cruelty. Pick a fair fight, loser. So, I plotted to steal his dog. I successfully liberated his big beast of a dog. However, he came looking for his dog having a suspicion that I was behind his missing pooch. I hid the dog in my underground bunker so that he would never find him.

Your Cock and Balls are a Privilege That I am Happy to Revoke

But I invited him in to look. However, before he left, I took his balls. Hit him over the head with a frying pan and knocked him out. Smelling salt woke him up. And when he woke up, he realized his pants were off. He quickly realized that I put a castration band around his balls and strapped him to a surgical table. With all my knives laid out in precision, I began the mutilation phone sex torture of his worthless junk.

His dog, sat in the corner watching me carve up the dick of his former owner. I carved his pup’s name on his cock to make him bleed and cry. After about 30 minutes of torturing his dick, his balls blackened form lack of blood flow, and I removed them with ease. Fed them to his dog while he watched in horror. That pup was all the payment I needed. Eventually, I cut that loser’s cock off too. But I left him a tiny nub for pissing. I am not completely heartless. Okay, yes, I am.

Fed the cock to his pup too. I cauterized the wounds and cleaned him up. Sent him home in agony. But I knew he would not call the cops on me or tell a sole. While I was in his home liberating his pup, I found a stack of homemade brat porn. And I took it as insurance. I find it more satisfying to make a loser live with the fact that a woman took his balls and his cock so he will never fuck or even jack off again.