Castration phone sex is hands down the sickest fun I can have on the phone. I love telling losers exactly what I am going to do to their testicles. My pussy gets wet at the graphic detail. Every loser who calls me for this specialty is different. I never remove two guys’ junk the same way. Where is the fun in that for me? Variety is the spice of life. I enjoyed telling a loser last night after I removed his balls with a castration band and a rusty saw, that I was going to deep fry his nuts and eat them. My spin on Rocky Mountain oysters. As he laid there in pain, bleeding all over the place, I was deep frying his nuts in olive oil and scallions. They ended up looking like fried perogies, just a lot smaller. Not quite as tasty either. Sat down across from him and ate his balls. I’m not a savage. Of course, I offered him some too. He tried to politely refuse, so I forced a few bites down his throat. Your host offers you something to eat, you eat it, even if it is your own balls. How do you think I will remove your nuts? I will let you in on a little secret. The best part is not removing your balls; it is what I do with them afterwards.
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Castration Phone Sex: The Best Part is What I Do with Your Nuts Afterwards
Taboo Phone Sex with Blair
Taboo phone sex is a submissive fuck toy’s specialty. Submissive whores don’t get vanilla calls. We don’t have vanilla lives. This guy I hooked up with last night for some coke got rough with me. He was not a drug dealer. He just buys a lot for himself to share with others. He did share with me, but for a price. My ass. Men love fucking my ass hard. In fact, this guy was enjoying my ass so much, he invited a few friends over to share my tight ass with him. The feeling of 3 cocks in your ass is not one of accomplishment as much as it is about pain. It hurts like fuck to get gaped and stretched. They ruined my ass. They found it amusing to strangle me as they ass fucked me. I would pass out, then a cock would ram my ass back and I was back awake. Passing out made the fucking more intense. My ass was so sore, I put some coke on my rosebud. Bad idea. My skin was torn open from the ass fucking, so I absorbed the coke into my body. I was a fucking machine. I started begging he boys to fuck my ass harder and faster. I am paying for it today. Even an ass rape porn star can get ass fucked too hard. I am sitting on an inner tube smoking weed for the pain. My asshole is prolapsed, but I bet you are hard thinking of my pain and shame.
Neutered makes for a better pet.
Love those roleplays. Castration phone sex has to be the most fun as I watch you quiver and quake wondering if tonight is the night that you lose those fun bags. You always wanted to be a little faggot with a pussy anyway. So, just let me finish this job and make you into a panty slut. I love fucking as much as anyone but some men shouldn’t be allowed to have the tools to procreate. You are one of them. Spreading your nasty seed and infection among women wherever you go. Knocking up pussies and making little bastards. Oh yes, I love “fixing” your kind. You don’t deserve that large pair of danglies. So, here’s a nice drugged beer and the crazy notion that I might let you fuck this pussy too.
Except this time you are the helpless one, waking up hogtied and your nutsac banded like a bull calf. It’s swollen like a purple balloon. So much more fun to pop them that way. I have my razor tipped stilettos on. Shall I dance all around your “boys” or just make it quick and clean with a straight razor. Or maybe, just slow and painful cuts until you are begging me to just end it all. Oh, I love being a dark, evil ball busting slut. I think you’ll be making this decision for me. Scream louder when I pick the right choice.
Please abuse me
I have been having a lot of really dark evil fantasies about getting kidnapped and raped. Do you think you could help me with those fantasies baby? You can make me do whatever you want to me. I want you to beat me, fuck all my holes, and make me suffer. I want you to make me feel all the pain that a little whore like me should feel, I deserve to be used and abused by you and whoever you want to take turns with me. I even wanna scream and beg for you to stop I know that will make your cock rock hard. I am there to nothing but a pussy and asshole, just a cum dumpster for you cum baby. Please abuse me!
The next big score
I have a crazy ass ex who would always make me commit these robberies with him. We would break into houses and steal all of the things that would get some money to get our next fix. My ex really loved it when the houses were still occupied when we got in there. He loved to have me tie up the woman so he could carry out his rape fantasies. He would have me tie the husbands up and make them watch if him fuck the shit out of the woman in the house if the men were home.
He would have me hold down the lil ones of the house and he would do horrible things to the, He would carry out rape and fuck fantasies to his pleasure, while I had to watch, participate and help. At first it would bother me, but as time went on I learned to like it and eventually I started to get wet at the thought of our next big score.
Cannibalism Phone Sex with Marley
I was picked up by this small group of very happy people. They shared their smokes with me, and offered me beer, and seemed like awesome people. They brought me back to a commune and shared food with me, and when I woke up, I was in a cage. I spent a week there, being force-fed, force-fucked, and mated with all kinds of furries. By the end of it, I was begging them to just kill me, so I shouldn’t have been so surprised when they told me that was the plan. I begged and cried the entire time they were bathing and prepping me, making sure I was clean clean clean, and I couldn’t understand why they wanted me so clean.
Then, they carried me in to the huge kitchen, and I finally got it. They curled me over on the table, and worked a huge pole into my ass, all the while I was screaming and struggling to even fall off the table, just to get away from that cold rod. I felt as it ripped through my guts, up my chest, and out of my mouth. I was trembling from the pain, fear, and exhaustion by that point, and then they picked up the pole and started carrying me outside. That’s when I saw the bonfire. They carried me straight to it, and then hoisted the spit over the fire, all while I continued to scream from the pain and humiliation of it all…
Gangbang rape porn fantasy
I was walking home and I do not live in the best of neighborhoods. It must have been around 9pm or so, and I noticed some scuffling behind me. I tried to quicken my pace and as I rounded the corner onto my block, I was grabbed and drug into a nearby alley. They then shoved me quickly into a garage that they had open and waiting and closed the garage door. The next few hours will full of sodomizing me, torturing me and forcibly raping fucking all of my holes over and over. I counted about for of them, they were in their 20’s it looked like. At one point there one guy had his cock in my ass as he had me straddling him, while another was behind me in my ass and the third was face fucking my mouth so I could not scream. The fourth was watching playing with his swollen fuck stick. They made me bleed, tore me open and then when they were done told me to keep my mouth shut and go the fuck home.
Execution by Torture Sex and Humiliation
Torture sex death and humiliation is what I was sentenced to for my crime of disobedience. The judge ordered my death immediate and public. My executioner was into extreme pain and degradation. Before we even left the courtroom, he had me stripped naked and in shackles. I was escorted to a room. The room where I would soon die. There was a variety of people watching in awe as I was spanked repeatedly. My body was exposed and prodded. Nipple clamps were attached to my tits. My cunt was whipped. My legs were spread wide and I was tortured with a menacing vibrator. When I got wet, I was mocked for being a pain slut. I was tied to a post and whipped and tortured while strangers gawked and cheered for my death. I tried to beg for forgiveness for my insolence, but my fate was already sealed. My executioner was having too much fun torturing my female parts. I liked the pain, but I was afraid to die. I didn’t want to die. I denied that I liked the pain, but my wet cunt told a different tale. My executioner informed me that I would die a painful death when I orgasmed. I tried not to cum. But the pain was too intense. I am a pain slut after all. I died cumming, naked, exposed, being tortured in my ass and my pussy while strangers masturbated and cheered my death. If only I had met my executioner under different circumstances….
Cut Off My Cunt
Cut off my cunt. Tie all my limbs down and open me up so you can see my insides really good. My screams do not matter at all, you are on a mission to mutilate my tiny pussy so that I can never feel pleasure anymore. Knowing that it will actually cause me a lot of pain any time I am touched below my waistline turns you on so much. You heat up a knife on the stove and explain exactly how this going to go on. You are going to first slice my clit off then go on to remove my lips. The practice is held in many countries with great regard as a way to suppress women and you just think it is exactly what a dirty slut like myself deserves for prancing around the way I do in those skimpy outfits. You remove the knife, which is red hot by now, and in one slow cut take my clit away from me. I passed out from all the pain. What happened next??
Fifty Bucks
My man told me he found a new client for me. He said that this man paid a lot of money to do anything he wanted to me. On the drive over to this man’s house, my man warned me to make this new client very happy. I was dropped off at the new client’s home like a UPS package. I knocked on the door and a sweet-faced, elderly man answered. He invited me inside and once the door closed an evil grin filled his face.
“Take your clothes off you filthy nigger bitch!”, he yelled,
I obeyed and he removed a black leather belt from his pants. I braced myself for the pain. He hit me over and over again while racially degrading me. He called me “Nigger bitch” with each swing of his belt. I yelled out for him to please stop, but my pleas only turned him on more. He didn’t stop until he was out of breath. But after a few minutes, he would start swinging his belt all over again. Later I found out the old man gave my man only $50 to beat me for hours.
















