Category: Castration phone sex

Bloody fucking makes my pussy moist

 

Evil phone sex

There’s one thing I love as much as fucking, blood. I love watching it drip from your skin and the face of fear in your eyes. The smell, the touch, so yummy. My pussy gets so wet torturing my victims, my clit swells up too. Evil phone sex, I’m addicted and it’s the only way I get off now.

Fucking is boring if someone isn’t tied up and getting cut up, even keeping your finger for my collection. I always use my long knife when I’m on top of my men, so sharp they can’t even feel themselves opening up or the blood spewing down their body. I’ll ride your hard cock with my moist, juicy tight pussy.  I’ll grip that shaft of yours using my cunt. While grinding and getting that cockhead hitting my cervix. I’ll slice you by your ribs, nice and juicy blood comes pouring out, hopefully an organ too. You don’t even realize until your balls are rock hard and you’re about to blow deep inside me.

I cover my neck down to my titty’s with your fresh red blood. Rubbing it in while you’re screaming in pain. Every time you scream I start to squirt. This shit turns me on, I’m such an evil whore.

Confessional Confessions: A Twisted Encounter

Blasphemy sex

Hey, you disgusting fucks, gather ’round as I spills the filthiest details, a narrative so nasty it’ll make your religious leaders vomit, you perverted bastards. I was a pious bitch, but my body craved the pastor’s throbbing cock, a forbidden desire, you sick fucks.

I exposed my eager pussy, a tempting offering, and he slammed into me, his rod claiming my innocence, you twisted perverts. His spiritual cock invaded my holy hole, defiling my sanctity, while I screamed in pleasure, you depraved freaks. His hands tightened on my throat, controlling my breath, as I pleaded for more abuse, you fucked-up bastards.

My climax shattered me as his sacred cum mixed with my sinful fluids, a fucked-up blend of heaven and hell, you filthy animals. So, if you crave spiritual awakening, I’ll lead you down a path of carnal sin, you lust-filled, condemned bastards!

Only Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Fulfilled Here

violent phone sexIt’s only violent phone sex fantasies that I indulge. You are my victim. Or I am your accomplice. Nothing else. I am not looking to be your girlfriend. And I do not want to know about your day or cuddle. None of the coupling bullshit for me. I am here for the violence. The mayhem and the blood also.

And my mercenary ads make that clear too. No refunds because you don’t read the contract. But as a killer for hire, I take precautions. Sure, my contracts a court would never validate. But I don’t need a court. Just your signature and your ID on file to keep you in line. If I go down because of some love lorn tool or some chicken shit loser, I will take them with me.

Arnold demanded a refund after we killed and mutilated his ex-girlfriend because I would not fuck him in her blood. I do not mix business with pleasure. And I stated that in the contract he signed along with the no refund policy. So, Arnold had to die too. It takes a special kind of stupid to demand a refund from the person who you just watched torture and kill your ex-girlfriend. To do that, you have a snuff sex death wish.

I am The Queen of Torture

And I grant death wishes. I took longer to kill him though than his ex. He deserved some intense suffering. Plus, he deserved cock and ball torture for thinking he could fuck me. I had zero trouble overpowering him because I made him believe that I wanted to ride his big dick. Handcuffed him and tied him to his bed. I put his balls in a vice grip. But I slowly cranked it until I busted each nut. Cigarette burns to his dick. And I bit chunks of his cock off too. Little cuts to his pee hole and flesh. Not deep enough to make him bleed out. But enough to hurt.

 I am the queen of torture sex which means I can prolong your agony like I did his. But I eventually gave him a fatal cut to an artery and let him bleed out. Do not feel sorry for him. Not my fault he was a dumb fuck.

Sadistic Phone Sex Chamber of Horrors For the Best CBT

Morticia is the Sadistic Phone sex goddess of your dreams. In fact I am a girl that loves the darker things in life. The best time is torturing men and making them plead for their life. Often times pathetic perverts end up in my dungeon and get tortured cruelly.

From a very young age I daydreamed about torturing humans. One may say I have a bit of a serial killer mentality. But whose to say I am not in fact a serial killer? After all I am a Murderess.

Just the Gothic Evil Seductress Playing in the Night

So when Jay happened upon my path one night, I knew I had the perfect victim. His drooling and pathetic ways made me laugh. All I wanted to do is slice him the fuck up. Obviously I cooed at him a little and got him to follow me home like a lost puppy dog.

However the very moment he crossed my threshold as the very moment he signed his life away. As I tend to do I let him cross into the room first. This triggered my booby trap and he was hanging like a bat in seconds.

As my new plaything hung by his ankles and hoisted up I was face to face with my prey. Like a predator I inspected my new treat. First I took my knife out and I started to run it along his arms. I could see this one was already a bit of a cutter.

Once I realized I had a real piece of shit in my lair I took no shame in what I did next. The large trapping mechanism used for vermin was triggered to that cock. And his ball sack got a slice.

As his screams echoed through the sound proof room I laughed and got myself off as I watched him bleed out from that scrotum slice. Soon my victim would be listless and his tainted blood would be drained. This made me very happy and gave me a little something to practice my love of human taxidermy on.

Sadistic phone sex

Let’s fuck in the park!

Fantasy phone sex

Come with me to the park. I wanna play with my pussy in the grass with you, let me live out my fantasy with you. Let’s run around naked and fuck in public, let’s put on a show for people. I want to see what you can do with my tight little wet pussy.

As I sit here I want you to play with me, finger my pussy and get me nice and juicy, let’s lay here and grind, get all dirty together, roll around and have some fun. Then slide your thick cock inside my dripping snatch, pound me hard. I wanna scream so loud that people stop to watch us.

Grab ahold of my hair and pull it, pull on my neck and make me squirt. I love it hard and rough when I’m outside. I almost turn into a wild animal looking for a mate.

I want you to cum up my pussy, leave me dripping and cover my thighs with your creme.  There’s nothing better than grinding after you cum inside me. Tickle my asshole and taint and watch me quiver and shake. 

The taste of human flesh makes me cum

Cannibalism phone sex

I’m an evil bitch but my true love is the taste of human flesh, especially fat meaty cock, those leak out more blood than a heart. My cannibalism is bloody evil, if I fuck you there’s a good chance you’ll be on my dinner plate later that night. You need to feed me.

The tastiest part of the body is the dick and balls, they leak so much. After I’m done sucking on your cock I like to keep it coated in cum when I cook it.  I’ll give you the best blow job you’ve ever had then finish you off while your body is jerking having a full orgasm and you hit that peak. You won’t even see the knife coming. Mmmmmm I love the fear and the blood, it makes my pussy so wet thinking about cutting you into tiny pieces while I’m sitting on you, fucking the living shit out of you.

When my victims catch on I’m forced to tie them down and force fuck them, I want my creamie cunt filled before I kill. I gag their mouths and tape their eyes shut, torturing my food is so fun! I’ll grind that dick while controlling their airway. Getting the perfect kill requires skill and the more cum they spew up inside me the tastier.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because I Can Inflict Maximum Pain with a Kinfe

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I inherited a massive knife collection from my grandpa when he died. Some of these knifes historians would consider priceless because they date back hundreds of years. My grandpa bought most of them on the black market, so they are not traceable. No one knows I have these knives. But I never leave a dead body anywhere for folks to discover. I let nature take care of the remains. But when I castrate or mutilate men, the knife pattern will not be traceable if a victim goes to the police.

Did you know that a forensic specialist can tell you the type of knife used to stab someone. Then they can see who has purchased one of those knives in recent months. So, when I do a free castration phone sex visit, I use an untraceable knife. Plus, I enjoy using ancient knives to remove a man’s junk. It offers a more barbaric or medieval feel to the torture.

Knives just have more versatility than a gun. You cannot torture someone with a gun. You aim, you shoot, they die or bleed out. It’s quick. The pain does not last long. Although I often cauterize the wound after I remove the balls, the pain lasts. It’s a physical and psychological pain. If a man did not want to be castrated, he lives with the pain of never being erect again. Psychological pain can last forever.

A Knife I Feel is More Versatile Than a Gun

I gave a free castration over the weekend. He deserved it. This hipster douche bag tried to spike drinks at the Goth bar. Did you know a girl can wear a certain nail polish that if she dips her finger in a drink, it turns a different color when the drink contains roofies? Few men do. But I tested a few drinks and lured the culprit back to his place. He wanted to fuck a Goth girl.

But I did not want to fuck him. However, I did want to inflict maximum cock and ball torture sex pain. So, I used a rustic knife to chop his balls off. And I did let him bleed a little before I cauterized his wound. Normally, I take the balls as a souvenir. In my dungeon torture chamber, I have over 100 balls in a jar fermenting as a reminder. Sort of my trophies. But I left this bastard’s balls in his mouth to shut him up.

He appeared to still be breathing when I left. But he passed out from the shock. Dumbass. You do not come into a Goth bar and spike drinks to force fuck women. Not in my bar. Not on my watch.

Killer Phone Sex Bitch Removes Your Cock and Balls for Any Reason

killer phone sexBeing a killer phone sex bitch never gets dull. And that’s the main reason I like this job. Plus, it makes me look legitimate to the government, you know? Although I make great money doing this, most of my money comes from being a mercenary. People find me on the dark web and hire me to help them kill someone. Or perhaps, they want me to mutilate their junk. You might be surprised what folks pay for. And how much they pay for their dark needs.

Clay hired me to castrate him. He claims that he tried many times to do it himself but always chickened out. Of course, I took the gig. So, a few men I castrate want to be castrated. However, most of my victims got a free junk removal because they pissed me off in some way or hurt someone I know. But a few wimps like Caly understand that their junk causes more problems than it is worth.

Extreme cock and ball torture sex guys want the ultimate CBT. Others know that their micro penises never please women, so why even keep it. And some men prey on young girls and women. They believe they cannot control their sexual urges. Urges that will land them in jail. Personally, I don’t give a fuck why you want your junk removed or mutilated. I only care about the money.

I Love to Castrate Dumbasses

However, Clay’s reason for wanting castrated proved to be a first for me. He already violated his very young niece. Although she is not too young to rat him out to her parents. So, this loser thought that if I chemically castrated him, he would have a sort of alibi for the crime. If his dick cannot get hard or produce any cum, how could he have violated that little girl. Dumbass, his DNA could still be tested. But I did not tell him that.

In fact, I relished the fact that he would lose his junk and likely get arrested too. If you want to diddle little girls, go right ahead and diddle away. But be smarter than Clay. I gave him the castration phone sex he needed and wanted. But not a chemical castration. That would be too easy and painless. I busted his balls. Then I chopped them right off with garden shears. Made a bloody mess of his bathroom. I got the money. All I cared about. However, I guess now he cannot commit any more sex crimes because he will never get hard again.

Come sit on my exam table…

Medical fetish phone sex. I love playing doctor and tonight your my patient. I’m not here to save lives though, in fact, I may end yours. I need to check all parts of you to make sure everything’s working properly which is why I have my tools.

Sit on my chair and lay down, let me hear your heart racing as I listen through your chest. I’ll take down your pants now and grab your balls, “cough bitch” I tell you with a knife in my hand. Now spread your legs, let me grab that shaft and exam your cockhead. I swirl my tongue on the tip and taste your pre-cum. Hmmm something’s off. Let me stroke that shaft harder and see what I can find. You begin thrusting the harder my hand goes. Your so close to cumming but I’m not done yet. The evil side of me wants to chop this thing off but I want to play for a little longer.

I hook you up to an alarm which means you can’t leave the bed, trapping you down. In my hospital uniform I sit on your hard cock, moving my hips side to side. As I’m fucking the shit out of you I check your pulse and your heart is racing.  You see my knife but there’s nothing you can do.  Just as you shoot up my wet little pussy I stab your neck. Lights out sweatheart!

Cum with me on my killing spree

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex. Ever thought of a female batman? One who goes out at night in search of the bad guys? Well that’s me except I kill, torture, in search of blood of those men who live out their rape fantasies. I like to capture them by seduction and make them my little toys.

You can smell them in a crowd after they laid eyes on you. The creeps, the gropers. I want them all. Take them back to my place and do what I please. I always tie them up then tape their mouths. I don’t want to hear a peep or these pussy’s scream. Put my strap-on on, panties on them and make them my bitch. Turn them over, pull up their panties and shove my big cock up their asses.

Leash up their neck, my favorite an electric collar and pound them using all my bodyweight. I want to violate every creep’s butthole, tear their ass up and make them bleed out. I wanna watch them cry. I love this shit.  Using my knife I’ll cut them clean while I’m cock deep inside. For the nasty boy’s I always keep their balls in my box of “creeches”.  Killing them without leaving anything behind.