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Cheaters get castration phone sex torture

castration phone sexLet’s play a game. I’ll give you 5 minutes to hide and then I’m coming from you.  You cheated on me and you know how I feel about that. Your little slut is already dead, hacked into pieces and fed to the dogs that roam the streets. I tortured her for 3 days, cutting her from pussy to ass, making her beg for her life. I stomped her face in before suffocating her with my bare hands. It was sweet revenge. She was fun but you are the one I want to see in pain. I think CBT and then castration so you can never populate the world with your spawn.

I like to hear you whimper as I place your cock in the vise. You don’t need it, you spineless worm. You think you can fuck any women out there while you were mine. I’m a jealous bitch. I warned you when we met that I’d kill you if you ever cheated on me. Placing my stiletto boot on your nutsac, I love the way you whine and try to get away. Sorry, lover boy. Youa’re gonna lose those balls before you join your girlfriend in the pits of hell. Or maybe you can spend your life as a eunich, servicing men as an ass-pussy faggot.

I tighten the vice and you scream. I’m leaving it this way until your balls turn purple from no blood flow. I want them to swell like they did when you fucked her. I hope it was worth your life, you piece of shit. I don’t get heartbroke. I get revenge.

Your nuts are good and purple now as I pull my blade. I won’t even flinch as I hack off your manhood and let you bleed out on the floor. You scream as I cut deeply. You call out to God. Haha, there is no God for sinners like you. My pussy is soaking and I will cum as you twitch for the last time.

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Good Friday for the Fire Ants…..

goth teen phone sexI finally trapped the monster who stole my car and it’s gonna be a Good Friday he won’t live to forget. I’ve starved him in my dungeon for only a week now with nothing but vinegar to drink. I’ve made him jerk off 25 times for my amusement. Teach that fucker to leave condom wrappers in my car. He’s crazy with fear and hunger, willing to say anything I tell him to live. I fuck with him, making him renounce his God, though he isn’t even Christian.

I put a rope around his wrists and drag him outside, 200 acres away from civilization. I walk him in circles, kicking him. Knocking him down over and over. Hey, what better way to celebrate Easter than a good old fashioned re-enactment of the Play. I kick him in the teeth and he is drooling blood. Unlike Christ, his crown is one of barb wire, with sharpened steel spikes that spear the flesh, digging in clear to the brain. I’ve driven tacks into his sandals so that each step draws blood, calling the fire ants. I grab my riding crop and cut lashes into his back. I hate fucking thieves. I’m feeling demented and creative. I see an old landscape timber rotting in the grass. I make him pick it up and carry it over his head. I feel giddy with religious energy. The effort makes him cry and beg. The fire ants are climbing his bloody rags now, biting him, taking to their special hell.

You didn’t really think I was gonna nail him to a cross, did ya? That’s so cliche. I’m just gonna nail some spikes into a 2×4 and knock him across the head with it. Leave the asshole lying there in the dust. Let the fireants and the varmints to do the rest. Aint no justice like MY justice.

 

 

Slice a Bitch.

snuff phone sexSome call me evil. That’s such a pretty world. What I really am is a scavenger. I pluck those less fortunate souls off the street that no one will miss. I started with homeless but they are so pitiful. Then I moved on to the dregs of society. Cheaters, whore, dealers, and criminals. They are the really fun ones because they can never believe that they were caught in my net. I kill them slowly, one piece at a time.

Castration, multilation, asphyxiation are all great fun.  You have a grudge against someone who needs to die? Let me share of the wicked things I have done in the past and you can tell me who needs to die. I’ll make your victim call out for mercy from her God, who doesn’t exist.

For even more fun, let’s do a 2 girl call with a submissive slut. She will scream and beg for mercy which makes my pussy so wet. I’ll bet your cock can’t handle it either. https://submissivewhore.com/girls/

Be my blood-soaked accomplice, my bone-breaking Reaper, my cock with spikes and daggers. Once you learn to kill, there will never be a greater thrill ….except maybe fucking the still warm body of the dead. torture phone sex

Killer Phone Sex School is in Session

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex fun is a given with me. I am a sick bitch with a creative mind. Double trouble is my nickname. My sick world began when I was a little girl. I was sort of the Wednesday Addams of the neighborhood, then grew into the female Ted Bundy. I have never been caught because I am not a crime of passion bitch. I’m OCD about planning my kills. Even as a goth teen babysitter, I was methodical. My babysitting days are behind me. Turns out there are very few brats I like. Most of them are annoying little twat waffles. Whiny, germy, self entitled brats that waste time and energy. One summer, I spent babysitting in the Hamptons. I know what you are thinking. And you are correct. I didn’t fit in and I hated them all. But, my mother was a nanny to a very wealthy family and I went along to help out one summer. The brat in our care was actually pretty cool as far as brats go. Of course she had me as an influence for years. She was friends with this blonde, blue eyed bad seed. Little twat I am sure from the day she was yanked out of her momma’s cunt. Well she made the mistake of stealing from my little brat, bullying her and spreading rumors. Her mother’s way to deal with the devil’s spawn was simply to sever ties. My way was to sever her head.

snuff pornSo, I taught my brat a few moves to render the little twat incapacitated. While playing dolls, my fed up little charge smashed the bad seed’s head against the wall. She got a little carried away, crushed her skull. Eyes popped out of her head, blood splattered everywhere. I had planned to just stuff her little unconscious body in a cooler and give her a burial at sea, which still happened, just had a lot of clean up to do first. I was impressed that my charge had so much strength and anger to bash her nemesis’s head in like she did. I was a proud babysitter that day. There was a lot of blood and sinew to clean up, but it was a teachable moment on crime scene clean up. When the little twat came up missing, no one suspected me or my angelic charge. Not with all the brat molesters in the area. Let’s just say I have kept tabs on my former charge and she has done most excellent work in ridding the Hamptons of its summer trash over the years. I take pride in my tutelage. I can help you become a seasoned killer too. From young to old, I know how to get away with murder.

Road Rage

castration phone sexHe never should’ve cut me off in traffic. Nothing pisses me off more. I passed him, slammed on the brakes and felt him hit me from behind. I screamed in anger, not getting out of my car. This bastard was gonna pay. I took the tire tool from my back seat and when he came storming up to my window, I knocked him in the head and drug him inside.
He moaned as he awoke. His head had a large gash and his face was covered in blood. He was cussing, calling me foul names. I laughed as I plotted what to do with him. “You evil cunt. Untie me.” he screamed. “I’m gonna sue you for everything.”
Sorry but I don’t deal with threats, dude. I punched him in the mouth and laughed as he bled. Men like him shouldn’t be allowed to breed. Hmmm, interesting thought. I haven’t castrated anyone lately. I think I’d enjoy this one.
I cinched down on the ropes around his wrists and ankles. I knew he was going to fight hard when I brought out the knife. I needed shackles. I attached a chain to his cock and balls and clamped an iron device to them. Given a little time, his cock and balls would began to swell. Iron doesn’t give and the blood trapped within would began to expand, blowing his junk up to massive size. This would make things way more fun. The giant swollen blood filled fun bags would explode upon impact. Good thing I was wearing steel tipped cowboy boots. The thought of driving one into him made my pussy wet.
I wanted him to beg first as I explained his punishment and the reason he should be neutered. He squealed like a pig, begging for his nuts and his life.
With one forceful kick, I played football with his nutsac, taking out all of my aggression. They exploded with the first kick, spraying blood all over my face. Licking my lips, I aimed again. His giant engorged penis shattered like a bomb went off, pieces flying all over. I picked up a loose testicle, looked at him, and popped it in my mouth. He screamed again as I popped it like a grape.
I’d let this one live, drugging him and taking him back to his vehicle. He’d look like a crazed druggie and a serial killer when the cops finally stopped to check on him. They’d probably haul him off to the crazy-house when he blabbered about how I kidnapped him and ate his nuts!!! Things happen in the big city. I just happen to be one of those things.

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Earning Her Castration Phone Sex Badge

castration phone sex venusThis is my favorite time of year. Why do you ask? Because of all those girl scouts selling their crack in a box. They have a girl scout badge for everything, but I was surprised to find out they do not have a badge for castration phone sex. Imagine that? So, I decided to create one. Amy, my favorite little girl scout, was going to earn her badge this week. And she did. She wore an extra slutty little green dress that I made for her to taunt the dirty old men, separate the weak from the strong. Looks just like the real thing. She had a little wagon filled with crack in a box I bought at the mall stand, along with a big ass knife and a soldering pen. The first pervert to invite her inside while he looked for his wallet would lose his balls and earn her a badge in castration.

taboo phone sex venusThe first house she went to in a fancy gated community she struck gold. A local preacher man too. He invited her inside to get his money, offered her a glass of milk with a roofie. She is smarter than that because I trained her. She smelled the drugs in her milk immediately. Only acted like she drank it. Cut his balls clear off when she surprised him that she was not passed out like he thought. She had the knife tucked in the back of her dress and when she heard him unzip his pants she opened her eyes on the couch and wham, the preach man was missing his testicles. “Testicles are for winners,” she said. She never even used the soldering pen on him. She let him bleed out on the floor. Put his severed balls in his mouth , wrote “pervert” on the walls in his blood and left him for the preacher’s wife to find. She came skipping out of the house an hour later and told me the entire story. I cried tears of joy. I am so proud of my little protégé. But oh how they grow up so fast.

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I love feeling your warm blood running down my body. I rub my pussy at the blood slowly runs down to my cunt. Using your blood as my lube to rub and finger fuck my pussy, makes me so fucking horny. The sounds of your screams as I whip you makes my nipples hard. I love to see the pain in your face, the way you try to run from me while you’re tied up makes me giggle. You are never going to leave here alive. I’m going to use you, and then leave your body here for the wild animals to eat. Call me know if you want to know all the dirty and evil things I will do to you.

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Taboo Phone Sex: I Do What Other Chicks Can’t Even Imagine

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is my specialty. I do all the sick, depraved things those vanilla girls and GFEs couldn’t even imagine. Guys ask me all the time how I got so sick and dominant. Genetics. My mother was a bad ass dominatrix and daddy was her slave. I remember being a young girl watching my mom spit right in my daddy’s face several times a day. She would shame him for his little dick and pathetic nature. I was raised by a dominant bitch, however, she lacked the balls I do for anything more hardcore than humiliation. Daddy thought he could have his way with me when I was a teen. Mommy clearly wasn’t having anything to do with his little pecker. Well, I wasn’t either. The second time he tried to molest me was his last. I cut his balls off in my bed. I went to bed with a kitchen knife under my pillow waiting for him to slither into my bed again and molest me. As his fat sweaty body was on top of me, I reached under the pillow and sliced off his balls as he was shoving his cock into my young pussy. Mommy heard him screaming and crying in pain. I saw the look of horror on her face when she saw his testicles in my hand. I feared I was in trouble. But her look of horror soon turned to a wicked smile. As daddy was begging for her help, she shook her finger at him, spit in his face and told him that is what he gets for diddling his daughter. Later that night I got lots of presents from my mom rewarding me for doing what she couldn’t do. My mom gave me my disdain for most people and my feeling of superiority, but I think God gave me the inner strength to do what others are too scared to actually do.

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Because he loves me.

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” I do this to you because I love you.”

The words he says as he beats my naked body. His fist blackens my eyes, bruises my pale white skin and stretches my asshole open. I am a worthless whore who has no one in her life. He love’s my tight body. My body is his toy, every hole is his to fuck. He hits me because he loves me. Smashing my face into the floor as he pisses on my face. He does it because he loves me. He plays out his torture fantasies with me. He wants to fuck all of my holes with his fists. He wants to make me his slave, but I do not think I can make it through another night of his love. My holes are bleeding and dripping cum. He hurts me because he loves me.

Starving them for Ash Wednesday

blasphemy phone sexIt’s Ash Wednesday and that makes me excited. It’s time for my annual Catholic schoolgirl massacre. Watch the news and see how many go missing. Ash Wednesday brings out the religious nuts. They’re all bragging about fasting for Lent and sacrificing, like that no meat on Friday thing. It’s funny how fast they all turn when they’re locked in a cage doing some real fasting. Starve them all week and throw a bone to them on Friday. See how fast they will gnaw the meat off. Starve them a few more days and even the most devout will revert to blasphemy once they realize that prayer isn’t gonna save them. You should hear them cursing the God that they once believed in. I fucking love it. I masturbate to the sounds of them cursing and begging.
Ash Wednesday is just fucking weird. That ash on the forehead shit. Does it come from powdered bodies? Now that excites me. Pouring gasoline on my victims bodies (if they are lucky and not still alive) burning them extra crispy, and grinding them to a fine powder sounds like fun. Like their good book says, “”Remember that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return” (Genesis 3:19)” I just want to help them get there a little faster. Right after I violate some virgins pussies and inflict some pain.
So, run, little Catholics, pray hard that you don’t meet me on the way home from mass. Fear the devil, but fear me more.

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