Category: Castration phone sex

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner or My Victim, So Choose Wisely

accomplice phone sexYou can be my accomplice phone sex partner or my victim. With me it’s that black and white. No in between. No gray area either. I do not need men in my life. But do not feel bad. I do not need anyone in my life. If you have not guessed by now, perhaps you can tell that I am a loner. Not at all a people person. Never have been. I do not have a husband, or a boyfriend or even a BFF. But what I do have is a thirst for mayhem and total destruction. Now, what side do you want to be on? Choose wisely. 

You do not want to be Mack. Mack and I go way back to high school. And I think those teen years contributed to the dark bitch I am today. Not your bitch though. Not anyone’s bitch. Mack did not recognize me at first. But I knew him immediately. Same smug tool he was in high school. He walked right by me. And he got rude with the barista. He sealed his faith. He asked for snuff sex acting like a giant douche bag once again 

You Can Be My Accomplice or My Victim 

So, I followed him home. Although I wanted to kill him right then, I needed to study his habits and plan. This loser made my life hell as a teen girl. And his bully days did not seem to be behind him. I may have ignored him had he been polite ordering his fancy latte. However, I have thought about killing him for 15 years. And he walked right into my life again. So, it was a sign he needed to die. 

 And he died last night. After hours of suffering. Usually, I do not do revenge kills because personal kills get folks caught. But I do not have ties to him. Never did. To him I was just some worthless nothing. But he remembered me as I sliced his cock off. I told him this kill might have been my favorite one yet. I carved him up. And I put my name in his chest. But I wrote Venus, not my birth name. I reinvented myself after high school. 

 No one would find his body. Nature took care of his remains. Once upon a time, Mack harassed me daily. Now, Mack will never harass or bully another woman again. In fact, I bet he is being shit out of a bear’s ass right now. Mack had to be my victim. He was never accomplice material. However, all tools and bullies are killer phone sex material. 

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

Beg for Torture Sex You Will Get More Than You Bargined For

torture sexHe begged for torture sex. And you never need to beg me to hurt a bitch. It is my pleasure to carve a guy or a woman or even a brat up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Todd met me online. I have a handle called Dark Angel on the Dark net. I am a dark angel of death. Pain and torture too. Cock and ball torture excites me. I make a decent living at it too. But some days, I feel generous and do it for free.

Todd experienced an almost free castration. He hired me to torture him. We agreed I could mutilate his body if I left his cock and balls alone. For some reason he seemed proud of his junk. But to me it was nothing impressive at all. And I would have abided by his rules if he had not seemed so proud of a worthless dick.

What is the obsession with your junk? I mean I know men beat off a lot. Even when they have a woman in their lives. But to hold so much value in something worthless just begs for castration phone sex if you ask me. So, after I tied Todd up and cut his flesh up, I decided to cut off his balls. I told him it was a free add on for being such a small dick wonder. If his dick measured 4-inches, I would have been surprised.

If You Want Me to Torture You, Consider Me Ready

I put a ball gag in his mouth, so I did hot need to hear him bitch about his precious dick and balls. I promised him no woman thought his dick was the Holy Grail of cocks. And I took the balls off slowly with a razor blade to prolong his agony. Once I had one nut removed, I used that severed ball as the gag in his mouth. What can I say? I am a sadist.  It brought me pleasure to see him choking on his ball. Since they appeared small like his dick, when I cut the other nut off, I put that in his mouth too.

Although I thought about taking his worthless dick too, leaving it will be a constant reminder that he is no man. He is just lucky I did not make him a snuff porn star. But I took the wind out of his sails. He will never beat off or fuck again. And he will never procreate. And that is a win for everyone.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Consume Many People

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies consume many people, me included. But unlike most people, I do not hold back. If someone fills me with rage, it’s usually for a good reason. And I snuff them out. But I never kill quickly. There is no fun in that. Torture serves as foreplay for me. So, when I bring a man home to kill him in my new underground torture chamber, I  make it last hours, days or even weeks.

Marcus resides in my dungeon currently. I plan on keeping this  mother fucker alive for as long as possible because he deserves to suffer. He hired me off the dark web last month to help him kill his business partner. I never ask why someone wants another person dead. It’s a job for me. I do it for the money. However, Marcus tried to renege on our deal and demanded a refund. Do I look like I offer refunds?

No One Backs Out of a Deal with the Devil and Lives to Talk About It

I am a snuff porn broker. Marcus got cold feet. He feared the murder would be tied to him because he stood to gain financially from his partner’s death. However, we set him up with an airtight alibi. I put a lot of work into planning this kill. And he insulted me when he wanted a refund. But he angered me when he tried to assault me when I said no refund. And he has been tied up in my kill shelter under my house ever since.

I’ve dismembered every toe and finger he had. Plus, I took a blow torch to his balls and the soles of his feet. And I sliced off his nipples and castrated him too. Now, I am slowly letting the blood drip from his body. Exsanguination is a painful and a very slow death. The average person holds 8-10 pints of blood in their body. So, I let about a half a pint drip from his body a day. He has about 4 days left until he dies from blood loss.

Once he dies, I will feed him to the wildlife, and he will never be seen again. Teach him to fuck with the snuff sex queen.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex I Might Enjoy More Than You

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.

Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.

This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.

I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk

However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.

I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.

Murder phone sex Fantasies With Accomplice Slut Rena

You and I, we’re quite the pair aren’t we? We played out quite the hot Murder phone sex Fantasies we had talked about recently. Let me just tell you, it was spicy and just like we discussed!

We took turns using what remained of her body parts for our own twisted pleasure until there wasn’t much left except for memories etched into our minds forever…and some DNA evidence if anyone ever dared investigate too closely (which they wouldn’t). Satisfied yet still hungry for more carnage, we moved onto each other; our lust unquenchable even after desecrating another human being together.

And so it went on – a never-ending cycle of violence intertwined with passionate sex acts that would make any sane person cringe in disgust but only fueled our insatiable desires further. Until one day…the police showed up at our doorstep unexpectedly! They found us covered in blood stains and semen trails leading straight from the crime scene back home where we had been enjoying ourselves all along oblivious to their approach.

As they dragged us away in handcuffs, all I could think about was how much I wanted to taste you again…to feel your warmth surrounding me as we made love amidst the chaos of our twisted reality. But alas, those days are gone now; replaced by cold steel bars separating us and endless hours spent contemplating what went wrong while awaiting trial for our heinous crimes against humanity.

But don’t worry my love, once this is all over and justice has been served (or not), we’ll find another plaything together – maybe even better than before! Our bond is unbreakable no matter what life throws at us; just like the scars that will forever remain etched upon both our souls from that fateful day at the park when we took a young girl’s innocence and left her battered corpse behind as proof of our perversion.

Never Enough Time for all the Snuff Phone Sex Folks Deserve

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I could do all day long. Fuck. I can do it in my sleep. My mind gets full of vengeful thoughts and plots to rid the world of useless folks. And let me tell you there are some many useless folks in this world. Think about it. If we could kill off the annoying fucks, tiny dick losers, stupid politicians, whiney spoiled brats, and dipshits in this world, wouldn’t that be the only way to make America great again, LOL?

My tolerance for people appears less and less each year. I get older and just do not have the same threshold for stupidity I once had. Although, my tolerance for stupid fucks never seemed high, LOL. When I went to the grocery store, some yuppie looking white guy in a Rolex thought he could cut through a line of folks waiting patiently to check out. He thought he was special because he was white, male and rich. Nothing special to me. No man is.

I watched him be rude to everyone in line and the check out girl. So, I followed him. Of course he got into an Italian sports car. He screamed small dick energy. And that’s when I fantasized about giving him cock and ball torture sex. But my fantasies never stay fantasies for long. That self-entitled prick needed me to put him in his place. And I did.

I Enjoy Taking Away a Man’s Small Dick Energy

I followed him for a few days. Learned his habits and saw that he was more of a tool than I could have imagined. He was easy to capture. He likes to party. So, I lured him with coke. But I cut it with a little fentanyl. Not much. Just enough to paralyze his body so I could castrate him and ruin sex for him. Castration takes the wind out of a blowhard quickly. But I did not castrate him slowly. Where is the fun in that?

Nothing slow with me. Not when it comes to castration phone sex. I carved up his worthless junk slowly. Although I wanted to kill this tool because the world would be much better without him, I also wanted to neuter the prick. Turn him into shell of his former self.

Men hold too much value in their junk. And I am here to take the wind out of their sails. I deflated his balls first. Then I removed them. And not very neatly either. But the best part? I carved my name in his worthless limp cock. Now when he sees his even more worthless dick, he will always remember me. My guess though, more men will soon not forget me either. The world is full of tools and losers.

Torture Sex Serves as My Foreplay

torture sexSome people deserve torture sex. Usually, when I capture a victim, I do it one at a time. However, I made an exception last night for a couple. They tried to scam me. And I do not take kindly to people who think I am some stupid twit. Because I am not. They slammed on their brakes on a winding, wet road. Perhaps, I was following too closely, but I barely touched their car. No dents. No paint scrapes either. Nothing. However, the woman rolled out of the car like I crippled her.

She started yelling and screaming about suing me for everything I got. Good luck bitch, I said to myself. Because I knew neither her nor husband would survive to sue me. They fucked with the wrong sadistic phone sex bitch. We appeared to be in the middle nowhere. No one around for miles. Only cornfields on the side of the road. I acted like I was grabbing my insurance info for them, but I grabbed two needles full of sleeping medicine instead.

Never Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch

I shot the woman up first, and she collapsed. Then I dosed up her husband. Normally, I don’t kill on the spot, but the area screamed kill zone to me. I am stronger than I look. So, I dragged their bodies into the cornfield like I was a demonic possessed Malachai from Children of the Corn. Once their bodies appeared hidden by the corn fields, I drove their car into the fields hiding it. Then, I pulled my car over off the road and grabbed my kill bag.

Most folks have an emergency bag in their trunk, but I have a kill bag full of instruments of destruction. Since, I love knife play phone sex, I grabbed my biggest and sharpest knives. And even a sickle. They woke up from the drug but could not move their bodies. In the hot shot I gave them was a natural paralysis drug. They could see what I was doing and feel all the pain, but they could not move.

I Carved Up and Beheaded Two Scammers

I carved their bodies up like a deer I just slaughtered. They bled everywhere, which I always enjoy. When I cut off the husband’s cock, I stuffed it his wife’s mouth choking her. The crows circled us because they knew dinner was near. Eventually, I used the sickle to behead each of them. I put their heads on the scarecrow’s stake and let the crows peck at their severed bodies.

When I got back in my car, I looked like Carrie at the prom covered in blood. Luckily, I never passed another human. I got home, showered and basked in the glory that I took two hustlers off the street.

The Castration Fantasy: My Side of the Story

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 

You gotta hear this fucked-up scenario I’ve got cooking in my head. It’s a bit graphic, so brace yourself. I’m this helpless bitch, tied up and gagged, right? But I’m not just any victim. Oh no, I’m the prized possession of a fucked-up, sadistic woman. She’s a real nut job, and she gets off on dominating and possibly hurting me.

But I’m not complaining. Well, maybe a little. But who doesn’t want to be the center of attention, even if it involves some kinky shit? This dominant lady is something else. She’s not the typical phone sex operator. She’s a real alpha female, and Goddamn, it turns me on.

But here’s the catch: I’m gonna have to watch my step. She’s made it clear – no funny business or it’s off with my balls. Literally. And she’s not joke either. I’ve seen the trophies in her dungeon. Jars upon jars of poor guys’ balls, labeled and all. Some even got their whole junk chopped off.

So, I’m fucked, quite literally. I’m gonna have to be a good boy, or else. But the thought of that makes me so horny. Being at her mercy, the power she has over me, is a massive turn-on. Phone sex has never been so intense. I’m dripping just thinking about it.

I’m hers, and she can do as she pleases. As long as I remember my place, we’re gonna have a wild ride. But fuck up, and those scissors are coming for my balls. Wish me luck, guys!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Welcomed Here if You Play By My Rules

murder phone sex fantasiesIf you have murder phone sex fantasies you are in the right place. Well, you are in the right place if you want an accomplice. However, I will kill or castrate you if you attempt to make me your victim or your girlfriend. I am a sadistic woman. Not the typical woman you encounter on phone sex lines. I have zero interest in giving you the GFE experience. Nor do I have any interest in men attempting to tame or break me.

Yet no matter how clear I am that I am in charge and that I am not a GFE provider, men either try to snuff me or make me their girlfriend. So, either that want killed or castrated but are too weak to ask for it.  Or they are just plain stupid. But either way, I eat guys like that for breakfast and shit them out the next day. And this world seems full of self-entitled men who think they know what I need and want.

Men Need to Know Their Place with Me or Lose Their Cock and Balls

I need my space. And I want castration phone sex trophies. I can make America great again for women. How? Castration ensures two things that can truly improve America. One, castration ensures that a tool cannot procreate and make itty bitty tools. And it ensures that they will never try whatever bullshit they tried with me on another woman.

Perhaps, I am a bit of a collector and hunter too.  In my dungeon, I have a wall dedicated to jars of balls and dicks. And all impeccably labeled with the loser’s name, last known address and date of castration. Inside the jar, you will find the loser’s balls and perhaps cock too. Some men pissed me off so much, I took all their junk. However, cock and ball torture sex is a guarantee with me if you call me to be your accomplice and try to make me your victim or lover instead. Don’t say I did not warn you.