Category: Castration phone sex

Cutting daddy off !

Well I’m so fucking tired of this holiday season, this damn family shit is for the birds.

Just last night, my father was so busy being drunk he didn’t even know mom slipped out to get a quick fuck from the new neighbors.  I don’t feel sorry for the pathetic fuck. He’s been nothing but a fucking drunk and done nothing for this family. All he ever does is drink, every holiday down the hatch.  Now he’s turned mom into a fucking cum slut with the neighbors.  Tonight I’m going to solve the problem.  I will wait for him to drift off into a drunken sleep. I will sneak in with my strategy.suffocation phone sex

The night is quiet mom is next door the time is right. Hatchet in hand I slip in quietly. There he lay rhythmic snoring because of the booze. He’s not going to know what hit him.  I grab mom’s soft satin pillow, slide it over his face. He wakes up violent shaking.  Its ok daddy I will help you sleep. He wakes and pushes me off and I fall to the floor.  I regain my stance, he’s in no position to fight me.  I’m able to push him back down with the pillow. He’s such a drunken bastard.  He tries to fight back but he’s to tired and drifts off to an unconscious state.  Now I bring my plan into action, he doesn’t even flinch at the first slice.  I get up a big blow and whack his worthless dick off, I mean mom’s fucking another men.  Why does he need it?  The blood pours out.  Soaking the sheets and bed, I put the pillow I used to suffocate him over it.  I stare at his dick on the floor thinking of how noble I feel at the task I have completed.  Though the time is getting late and I’m covered in blood I must retreat to my room before someone discovers what I have done.  I must clean up and compose myself.  If you can think of an alibi don’t hesitate to call.

 

Castration Phone Sex with Venus: Be Careful What You Ask For

castration phone sex knife playSo I subscribe to all sorts of guns, knives and tactical weapons magazines. Kind of like porn for me. I saw an ad in one of the magazines that sounded too good to be true. Some loser was offering $25,000 to a girl who would castrate him. The only catch was he had to not be aware of when it would happen and it had to look like a random crime. I castrate men for free because it is fun to rid a tool of equipment he can’t operate properly. I sent an inquiry, met with the loser, found out he was legitimate. Even paid me half the money upfront to prove his sincerity.

I stalked him for a few weeks, learning his habits and patterns. He was a hunter, so thought I could castrate his worthless ass in the woods, make it look like one of those crazy animal rights/anti hunting nuts took his pecker. I put on some camouflage gear, brought a few knives and stalked him like he was stalking his prey. My cunt was dripping knowing I was going to take his junk. He was alone too. I pounced on him from a tree; jumped right off a limb like Rambo. He fought and pleaded. Said he changed his mind, wanted to keep his balls; even said I could keep the money he already paid me.

castration phone sex mutilate genitalsI was pissed now. I had spent good time and energy on my plan; I already had the rest of the money spent too. I was not going to let him wuss out of this. I shoved a ball gag in his mouth, tied him up like he would tie up a dead deer, pulled out his pecker, tied it up well to restrict the blood flow and took the whole thing off. Not just the balls as planned, but the entire worthless package. And because he was such an ass trying to change the plan, I shoved his cock and balls in his mouth. I used a small blow torch to cauterize the wound so he would not bleed out. I didn’t want  to kill him. Dead men can’t pay me. But I had no problem snuffing him out if he didn’t pay me the rest of the money he owed me. I made sure he understood that.

After he had his balls and cock shoved in his mouth and the profuse bleeding had stopped, I straddled him and masturbated right in front of him. Told him it made me hot to rid him of his useless pecker and balls. And, it turned me on to know that I was preventing this loser from reproducing further. Stupid fucker. I don’t know what is more stupid, taking an add out to have your balls cut off or thinking someone would not actually do it. When it comes to me boys, be careful what you ask for because you will get it and a whole lot more.

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The Bloodier the Better

bloody phone sex torture gothWhen I was younger, instead of watching cartoons and Disney movies, I watched torture porn horror films. I didn’t want to see romantic little tales of when girl met boy. I wanted  sexy stories about when girl dismembered boy, or when girl disemboweled girl. While other girls my age were experimenting with sex and drugs, I was experimenting with knives. I’d get so turned on by the Hostel and Saw movies that I would have to go hunting. Back then, I rarely killed, just maimed and disfigured. But stalking, hunting, hurting, are just like fucking, the more you do it, the more you love it and the further you go to get off.

We all have our ultimate sexual fantasy though. For some guys it to bang hot sisters or be the star in some Girls Gone Wild movie. For some women it is to get double penetrated by two big black cocks. For me, my ultimate sexual fantasy would be to kidnap some worthless piece of trash and string him or her up above me naked. Masturbate at their fear of not knowing what I am going to do to them next. And, as I am cumming,  I slice them open as their blood and organs cascade over my body bringing me to the pinnacle of my orgasm.

Bloody phone sex, bloody sex turns me on. From stabbing and cutting to castrating and chopping to eviscerating and gutting, the bloodier the better. If you are a worthless fuck pig, then I will kill and gut you like one. If you are like me, a sick, twisted mother fucker who gets off and pain and death, then  let’s go hunting together and see what kind of trouble we can make for others.

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Cock Mutilation

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One thing I’ve enjoyed for a long time is CBT and genital mutilation. Doesn’t matter to me if it’s a dick or a pussy I just like watching them struggle through the pain. When I hear screaming and see a nice thick puddle of blood my cunt gets soaking wet.

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Over the years I’ve helped a lot guys who wanted to modify themselves, it just wasn’t as thrilling because they wanted it. Regardless of it being consensual, it did still excite me. I’d stab the flesh of their cock’s with needles, push metal hooks through their balls, and also satisfy their need for CBT in anyway imaginable. Whenever I wanted the real thing it was never hard to find anyway.

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My first couple times with an unwilling victim either they died or I killed them. Then I discovered that sometimes they suffer more if I let them live. Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with a deformed sack of meat between your legs? No doctor could come close to fixing you! I’ve seen pictures of what they do and usually it’s not much of an improvement. Someone once told me that they can replace your cock with your big toe, but I don’t know if that’s true… Even if it is, who would want that? They have plenty of other methods, but you’d still probably be better off without your dick. Why bother with all the surgeries? They’re so expensive and it’s not like you’ll ever cum again anyway.

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That part of it really turns me on too. No matter what they do they’ll never feel warm pussy wrapped around their miserable pricks again. They can pray and cry all they want, but in the end they know that they’ll never have their cock’s back. It must drive them crazy because most eventually kill themselves.

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Home Invasion Phone Sex with Venus: Your Evil Accomplice

home invasion phone sex knife play tortureI’m a sadistic bitch. I am unapologetic about that. The world is over populated by sweet, boring vanilla chicks.  I’m not the girl you date, I’m the girl you plot revenge with; the girl you stalk and kill with. I’m your evil sexy accomplice. An old friend of mine recently reached out to me for some help  with her philandering husband. My reputation as a sick bitch is common amongst certain crowds.  We devised a genius home invasion plan that would result in revenge with no culpability on her.

I broke into their home late at night. Walked right into the bedroom yielding my big ass knife. Told them to get the fuck out of bed. Of course he offered me money and the jewelry to leave. I wanted jewels that was for sure, but the family kind. I had his wife, my secret accomplice, tie him up, while I tied her up. I played cat and mouse games with them for awhile before I got to my nefarious intentions.  I untied my girlfriend and “forced” her to untie her husband and put him on the bed, where I tied him spread eagle. The fear in his eyes was intoxicating. I told him I heard a rumor that he has a little trouble keeping his pecker in his pants. “Is that true?” I inquired while I held the knife under his worthless balls. He looked at his wife and tried to lie. I pushed the knife harder under his testicles, drawing blood and he sang like a canary.

home invasion phone sex castration bitchI informed him that cheating was a sin and I was an old school Bible thumper; a believer in an eye for an eye. I was prepared to cut them clear off right then and there as planned, but I gave the knife to his wife.  I then pulled out my pretty little pistol and held it to her head. I explained it was simple. Take your husband’s worthless balls and you both live. She started crying. Crocodile tears I’m sure, but nice touch. He begged and pleaded to keep his worthless nuggets. I started Russian Roulette with my pistol. He had no clue the gun was empty, neither did she. It added to the realism of her fear, made our game more fun; well for me at least.

castration phone sex home invasionAfter 3 rounds of nail biting Russian Roulette, my pal looked at her husband, apologized and cut his balls clear off. There was a lot more blood than I imagined. A lot more screams and tears too. Blood, tears, screams…total turn ons for me.  I made her put his balls in a plastic baggie. Told her she should keep them as a reminder of her pathetic excuse for a husband’s infidelity. I kissed him on the forehead. Told him to keep it in his pants or he would lose his pecker the next time.  Told her she should get him some medical attention fast. Some folks see me as a sick bitch. I see myself as a helper. I assist folks in making better decisions in the future.

Perhaps I can help you with wiser choices. Perhaps I can help you get revenge. Perhaps I can punish you. I am the accomplice of your nightmares.

THAT Belongs To Me

Castration Phone SexYou silly little man.  Did you really think that I would let you treat Me that way and get away with it?  Your stupidity is much more vast than I had thought, if indeed that is what you think.  Now you have found yourself in a very uncomfortable and unfortunate position.  Tell Me. How does that cold steel feel beneath you?  Do you enjoy being in five point restraints on a hard surface?  You can try and try to get out of it but I can assure you I am most adept at knots so you just go and struggle your little heart out.  You aren’t going anywhere sunshine. 

First things first I need to get undressed.  Don’t get  your hopes up doll, this isn’t an Edge Play type of thing.  This is so I do not get blood on my dress.  Do you recognize the lingerie?  It is what you brought for Me when W/we were in Paris.  I thought it only fitting to wear something that makes your pathetic penis rise. 

You just lay there and I will get the instruments ready that I will need.  See, you seem to think that just because W/we are dating that you “own” Me.  Nobody owns Me, and nobody ever will.  You have thought it necessary to be domineering in public settings when your friends are around.  Although I said nothing, do not think that I didn’t hear every word.  Now you leave Me no choice but to teach you exactly what belongs to Whom.

That thing that hangs between your legs is Mine.  You can shake your head no all you like, it doesn’t change that fact.  Since it is Mine, I am going to take it.  I am going to rip it from your body then feed it to you. One bite at a time.  They say you are what you eat, and you My dear have been nothing but a Dick.

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: My Favorite Movie

bloody phone sex torture gothIt is pretty clear that I am not your typical girl. No amount of money would make me go to a Nicholas Sparks movie. Vomit. Eli Roth flicks are more my speed, especially Hostel 2. I enjoy the torture porn flicks. Bloody films with extreme violence, torture and sexual depravity get my cunt wet. Like all of the Hostel films,  the rich and the depraved pay for the thrill of killing some innocent lamb in whatever sick, twisted, perverted manner they desire. I relate to the female lead in this film, Beth.  A rich girl on vacation with her BFFS, meets the wrong people and finds herself kidnapped and in a room about to be prey to some submissive nerd who she rebuffed sexually because well, she has standards. But Beth turns the tables on Stuart; refuses to be his victim. She not only tortures him, but cuts off his worthless pecker and feeds it to the dogs, before snuffing him out and buying her way out of the torture chamber. My kind of girl. My hero. Beth and I are a lot alike, I torture and snuff out worthless pigs who have wronged me in some way. My victims are not so innocent. They are stupid, pathetic, weak, self entitled pricks who need to be taught a lesson, sometimes a deadly lesson.

bloody phone sex knife playNo man gets the better of me. And any dude who tries, finds himself castrated, bloody and likely no longer breathing like Stuart. Like Beth, I take no shit from men and I refuse to be a victim. Now, every now and then, I spare the life of a worthless prick just so he can become my torture doll. You can turn a dominate man into a submissive one. I have one Stuart like guy who tried to sexually assault me at a party once when I was intoxicated. Not only did I take his balls, which are in a jar on my mantle piece, I took his dignity. I own him now. He PAYS me to torture him. A rich motherfucker that until he met me, thought all women were on earth to service him and that his money could buy anything, and  anyone.

bloody phone sex evil killHis money can buy anything; it can buy the privilege of my sick, twisted attention. He pays me to bleed. In a twist on Hostel, he pays me to torture him, and he even tortures himself because he knows how much I enjoy it.  His neutered ass, slices his flesh and bleeds for me. He cuts hunks of his flesh off and gives it to me as presents. He even brings me sweet young things to play with, play with in my sick twisted way. Beth inherited her money; I was not so lucky to come from a wealthy family. However, I am rather cunning and crafty, so I am quite comfortable financially because I know how to milk pathetic losers like you. My love for money, however, does not outweigh my need to stalk and mutilate poor excuses for human beings. So, I will hunt and snuff you out for free. I don’t need to pay some Elite Hunting group in Slovakia for the pleasure of kidnapping, torturing and snuffing out pathetic losers. If you are reading this, you are fascinated by me. You have dark desires to hurt yourself for my pleasure; to pay me to cut and slice or even castrate you. Pay me to gut you like a pig and bathe in your blood.

Just like the woman in the opening scene of my favorite movie, I will suspend you above me, slice your arteries, and get off as your warm blood cascades over my body. I love it when you bleed for me. A goddess can never have enough loyal subjects to bleed and mutilate. I cannot wait to pierce your sweet, but worthless, flesh. And, I cannot wait to rape your wallet while I do it.

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Evil Phone Sex with Venus: Just a Little Ole Halloween Prank

evil phone sex bloody knifeI am not exactly the kind of girl to punk someone or even play a practical joke. I’m more the dark serious type. However, I have no problem pulling an evil Halloween prank, especially on someone I cannot stand like my best friend’s cheating, lying, tool of a boyfriend. If I could kill him I would. But then I would have to hear her whine about him being dead even though he is a worthless prick. I decided to scare the piece of shit. I invited him over to make peace. Me make peace that should have been the dipshit’s first clue. I knew if I came on to him, he would be all over me like Mrs. Voohrees on horny camp counselors.

He took the bait and was trying to fuck me in kitchen. I instructed him that if he wanted me, he had to work for it. First, I told him to get naked and go into the dark bathroom and sit on the toilet waiting for me. Said I would be in momentarily. Made up some shit about liking to fuck on the toilet. And I’d turn on the light once I got naked so he could bask in my beauty. I amazed myself.  When he went in the bathroom I waited for the screams. Then I heard them. I knew he had done just as instructed. I went in, flipped the light and saw him stuck to the toilet. I had glued a thousand tacks onto the seat so when he sat down naked, his flesh would be pierced. He won’t bleed out or anything, just hurt pretty good and be stuck for a bit.

I turned on the light and came over to him with my big knife and made him think I was going to castrate him. I told him he did not deserve Taryn and his cheating miserable excuse of a boyfriend didn’t deserve to have his pecker. I put the knife under his cock and made him plead to save his worthless dick. He cried, and begged and made promises of fidelity. I may have accidentally on purpose sliced him a little. Once he promised he would keep his dick in his pants and treat Taryn like the princess she is, I told him it was all just a evil little Halloween prank. I never planned to lob off his manhood. But, I made it clear to him that I was an evil bitch who loathed him and could just as easily castrate him for real if he was to ever trip and accidentally fall into someone else’s vagina again. He seemed to get the idea that I was a rather psychotic prankster. I then made him get up, warning him, he may have a few tacks stuck to his ass. The look on his face when he thought I was going to rid him of his manhood was worth the blood on my toilet. Sadly it was just a prank, albeit an evil one. But, I have castrated men for far less offenses than cheating on my BFF. Hell, I’ll castrate you just for the fun of it. Not every man deserves a cock.

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How Do You Wanna Be Butchered?

knife play phone sex goth bloodyOctober is my favorite month. Why? Because freaks like me blend in with the natives. During the month of horror and terror, knife wielding psychotics like me are actually celebrated. Knives, hooks, scissors,  axes, metal fingers….. are all thought cool. See silly people think Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhes and Freddy Krueger aren’t real. But there are knife loving socio paths like me whose heroes come straight off the celluloid screen. Every day in October, I butcher someone in the fashion of one of my idols. I have never been caught. Variety and seemingly random victims are the keys to not being caught. 

How would you like to be butchered?

knife play phne sex butcher gothBy a psychopathic wooden puppet named Blade with a knife? By a sweet camper girl named Angela, wielding a big ole butcher knife? Victor Crowley style with a hatchet? Vengeful fisherman style with a rusty old hook? Or maybe you prefer your hook Candyman style with the added benefit of a swarm of bees to sting you to death? Then there are your garden variety crazed killers fond of basic kitchen cutlery like Ghostface , Jack Torrence, Chucky, Dexter or Patrick Bateman? Lizzy Borden style with 50 whacks? Jason style with a menacing machete? Maybe you have mommy issues and would like to be butchered Norman Bates style? Freddy Krueger style with sharp metal fingers?  Hell, I will even go all Fatal Attraction on your ass and kill you and your bunny. My favorite way to butcher is Michael Myers style. Big fucking sharp knife, cold dark stare, never say a word. Just butcher you and move on to the next victim.The possibilities are endless when you have a knife loving  serial killer groupie like me. My only MO is that I use a sharp instrument. I love slicing, cutting and mutilating flesh. Such a turn on to watch a worthless POS bleed. I can imitate any one of my many knife wielding idols.

Indeed October is my favorite month. Tomorrow the games begin. Maybe you will survive, maybe you won’t.  But you will bleed, a lot.

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Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus

knife play phone sex goth girlOne of my callers asked me how I got into knife play phone sex. My love for knives is actually hereditary. My great grandparents were carnies. Yes, circus freaks. They both threw knives and swallowed them.  I inherited their knife collection along with some other vintage carnival items like their morphine needle. It is great to use for subduing victims, even today. I fancy myself a knife thrower like my great grandparents. Only I am no circus freak and it is not for entertainment, well not public entertainment.

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I have these stairs that lead down into my basement where I practice my knife skills on worthless humans, usually men.  Just the other day I picked up this stupid guy who thought he was gonna fuck me.  Really, do I look desperate and so cheap that I would go fuck some guy because he said I was pretty? I have zero tolerance for stupidity and even less for horny pervs who don’t know how to treat a woman. I told him in my basement was a love den. Yeah right, I look like I have a love den. But it got his stupid ass down those stairs. As I was following him, I injected him with my grandparents old morphine needle to incapacitate him. That shit works fast too. He got all woozy and began to stumble.knife play phone sex drugs butcher girl

He actually fell down the last few stairs which was perfect. I then strung him up to the concrete wall where I practice my knife throwing techniques. The less they squirm or move around, the less the likelihood I will hit a major artery. Moving targets I have not quite mastered yet. While he was semi conscious, I broke out my grandparents knife throwing collection. They were all nice and sharp too. I just tried to concentrate and throw them along the outline of his body. I usually do pretty well. But this guy was fat and maybe he needed more morphine because he was not as limp as other practice playmates have been.knife play phone sex goth girl killer

I told him be still or he would fuck up my aim. He started getting belligerent with me and calling me names. The fat fuck of a pervert had the audacity to call me a fat whore. So, I decided to practice with a blind fold on. My grandparents could do it. Turns out I can’t. As I was throwing blindly, I heard  screams and yelps. Kind of just turned me on. No one would miss him. The more he screamed, the harder I threw and the less I concentrated on where the knife was going. I wanted to hit his flesh, impale him.  I wanted to make him bleed. After I went through all the knives, all I heard was gurgling sounds. I giggled in amusement when I took my blindfold off and saw about 30 knives in his flesh. Even one dead center between his legs. I literally nailed his balls to the wall. He didn’t deserve them anyway.

I made quite a mess as it turns out. He bled out, slowly, but he did pool his blood on my floor. I kind of like the red stains on the wall, so I just cleaned the blood and sinew off the floor. I don’t really care if I never become a master knife thrower like my grandparents. I enjoy the sport of impaling flesh with sharp objects. Especially flesh on worthless pieces of shit. Are you a worthless piece of shit?