Castration phone sex is by far my favorite. I am not a man hater. Guys think that because I like removing some dude’s nuts that I am some ball busting male hater. I look at what I do as charity. I am stopping the spread of stupidity. I am stopping the spread of misogynistic behavior. If a guy begs me for junk removal, he is no man. He doesn’t deserve his testicles. Those are for winners. Many times, however, I take a guy’s junk for free. I consider that charity. I did some fine charity work over the weekend. The mall is my hunting ground. Usually when I am there, however, I am hunting young flesh to exterminate. I have noticed a dirty old pervert stalking the jailbait for weeks. Facial recognition programs told me he was on the sex offenders list. He diddled some young girls and showed his old creepy genitals to some other girls playing in the park. He was clearly hunting new victims. I appreciate other sick fucks, but I do hate a certain type of P man. The ugly fat slobs with no game who even a fat ugly girl would reject. I confronted him. I explained I knew who he was, and I would report him for violating his parole. He tried to pull a knife on me in the food court. I knocked it out of his hand and pushed him into a public restroom. I yanked down his pants, laughed at his small pecker and cut off his balls. Right then, I de nutted the creeper. I had nothing to stop the bleeding because I planned on drugging him and doing this at home. I flushed his nuts down the toilet and told him he won’t be preying on young girls again. I walked out of the bathroom with a big smile. I heard later a man had been rushed to the hospital, the victim of a violent castration. He is an old pervert who preyed on young girls. The list of suspects who wanted his balls, I was sure was long. It was a charitable castration.
Category: Knife play phone sex
Castration Phone Sex with Venus
Mutilation Phone Sex with Marley
He’d picked me up and taken me back to a warehouse. I thought I was safe, since there were so many people around. He offered to feed me, so I stuck around. When everyone else had gone home for the evening, I started to get a little worried, but….food! He told me he had a kitchen toward the back of the warehouse, and that we could go back there and he’d cook up something delicious for me. Instead, what I found as he locked the door behind us was another girl a bit younger than me. She was on the floor crying quietly, and he introduced me to “my little sister”. I knew right then that something really bad was coming. He made me play with her – her tits, ass, and pussy – before making her do all the same things to me. Then, he had her tie me up and shove a pole right up my cunt. He stood that pole up in a hole in the ground, and I dangled on it, feet maybe an inch from the ground. I could feel the pole trying to work its way into my cervix from my own weight pressing down on it. Then, he broke out a huge blade, and a welding torch. He held the blade up to that flame until it was red-hot. Then, as she watched on in horror, and I watched as though I was not even in my own body, he started at my feet, cutting my body into pieces. I watched my feet fall to the ground, then my calves, then my thighs. The pain wasn’t even registering after the first one. Then, he was at my belly….
Snuff Porn Fantasies
He told me I was perfect for snuff porn. I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. Did he mean I looked like a good pain slut or did I look like the kind of girl that should be killed? Turns out it was both. He put on a Japanese snuff film and talk about all the ways he could kill me. My pussy was super wet. Seriously, the more graphic he got about killing me, the more I wanted to die. I know, right? What is wrong with me that I would actually want to die on film? I am a submissive whore. I prefer being used and abused than treated like a princess. Pain and violence make me horny. He was getting high which always takes him to a weird place. I was huffing a spray can bottle for a quick cheap high. It was impossible for me to feel pain. I told him to hurt me; like seriously hurt me. He took his cigarette and burned my clit. I yelped in delight. I begged for more. He took his switchblade and carved his name in my stomach. The hot crimson blood trickled down my stomach. He started stroking his cock until he came on my belly. The look of blood and cum mixed together on my stomach was so hot. He fucked me twenty minutes later, cutting my face and arms. Blood and sex are fricking hot. Want to fuck me then kill me? I really do deserve to die. I want to star in your snuff movies.
The Private Collection
I woke up in a dark room. Looking around for any way to turn lights on, I was completely faded.
I guess there was something in that last drink at the bar? I kept walking around the dark room, totally blacked out.
I kept feeling weird fleshy pieces along the walls that were sticking out but didn’t think much of it until the lights came on.
Once I could see what I had been touching, I couldn’t help but vomit all over the floor. It was cocks.
Thousands and thousands of cocks attached to the walls. Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, noticing they were all hard.
I had to fuck those cocks.
I ran around the room like a crazy nympho bitch, pleasuring myself on all the dicks. Cumming over and over
on each dick. All the beautiful dead man’s cocks, every nationality. A rainbow of orgasms waiting to happen.
After exhausting myself, I opted to take a nap. That’s when the lights went out again. I wonder what will be there
when I wake up this time? Or do you think my privates will become apart of this gallery on this next run?
I guess when I wake up, we’ll find out. 😉
Sex with Dead Bodies Because Dead Dick is the Best Dick
Sex with dead bodies is better than online dating. A chick like me doesn’t play well with others. I certainly do not enjoy playing games. I like to fuck, but I hate dating. Even men with big dicks annoy the fuck out of me. I play my own dating game. I use Tinder to find hung studs, I’d never miss. One night stands are the best. George was my latest first last date as I call them. I demand cock pictures up front. I don’t want to primp for a small dick. George was 9 inches soft, so I guessed a good 11 or 12 inches hard. We met at my favorite no tell motel off Route 66. We had a drink first, but he annoyed the crap out of me from the get go. It might be me; I have a low threshold for pricks. I gave him a hand job as part of the foreplay. Normally, I don’t partake in such stupid mating rituals, but I needed his cock hard the moment I thrust the knife in his chest. I primped long for this cock. Took me forever to assemble all the medical tools to preserve his dick. It was going to be the highlight of my dead dick collection. Once the dude dies, rigor mortis takes about 3 hours to kick in. That’s the prime fucking time. Through trial and error, I have discovered that the dick needs to be erect at the moment of death for the best dead fucking. I looked so good too. I am patient for the right man. He was the right one too. I did my nails and sharpened my knives while I waited for rigor mortis to kick in. Then I rode that stiff cock to a massive orgasm. Instead of a post coital smoke, I castrated his cock, stuffed it and saved it for my collection. Dead dick is the only dick.
Castration Phone Sex: Who Wants Junk Removal?
Castration phone sex is the next best thing when you are a sadistic bitch. Virtual castration is hot, but not nearly as fun as really taking a pair of nuts. Ted pissed me off. He told me, even paid me, to remove his nuts. I had all the tools ready. The castration chair was dusted off, my knives sharpened. I was pissed when he didn’t show up and I discovered that the check had been cancelled. I was going to give him free junk removal. He earned it. I hunted him down at this dive bar he frequents. I spiked his drink and snatched him in the parking lot as he was stumbling to his car. I hit him hard, so he was out cold on the ride to his place. He woke up in a chair, not my preferred chair, but in the position I needed. Once he realized who I was he tried apologizing. Too late for that shit. Backing out is one thing, but once you agree to nut removal, I keep the money regardless if you chicken out. “You could have had a clean castration,” I whispered in his ear right as I used my rusty knife to cut off his balls. He screamed loudly. I licked the blood from his severed balls off my knife. The taste of pain and humiliation is the best taste. He cried like a baby. I laughed, even bent down to kiss him so he could taste it off my lips. I told him that he brought this on himself. I was happy to give him a clean castration and stop the bleeding but he stopped the check. No compassion for assholes. Let this be a lesson to you. If you call me and ask for a certain fantasy, don’t change your mind as I am already planning for some torture sex.
Scars
From sunup to sundown, I walk the streets selling my body. My boyfriend counts on me to keep a roof over our head and crack in his pipe. Every time I get in a strange man’s car it a gamble. There are some sick sadistic men that enjoy causing pain. I’ve gotten beaten up so many times that I’m lucky to still be alive. If I don’t bring home enough money to keep my old man high all night then he’ll be the one beating my ass. My old man loves to torture me with knives, hot irons, and leather belts. My body is covered in evidence of his physical abuse. He’s all I’ve known since I was a very young girl so I can’t leave him. Maybe I’m as sick as those sadistic johns because I can’t leave my abuser. Do I like the pain and punishment?
My Man’s Debt
Three members of the 5th Ward Bloods kicked down the door of our home looking for my old man. He owned them $500 and they wanted their money NOW!! I hadn’t seen my old man in a few days and now I knew why. They forced me at gunpoint to call him. Once I had him on the phone, the leader threatened to kill me. I guess my evil old man told him he didn’t give a shit because the leader hung up with a shocked look on his face.
I thought I was going to die. But I got lucky, they fucked me instead. They fucked me in my ass brutally until warm blood ran down my thighs. Over and over again they ass fucked me. I hoped the neighbors would hear my cries of pain and call the police, but they never did anything when my old man beat my ass so I shouldn’t have been surprised. When they got bored with fucking me, they moved on to torture. They burnt me with cigarettes and cut me with knives. Before they left they beat me black and blue. Then they held me down and with a knife carved “You’re Next” on my back, a message to my crackhead old man.
Snuff Sex Date
I love snuff sex. I am a predator. I like to hunt, kill and fuck. I have this game I play with myself where I go shopping for a date. By date, I mean a man I can fuck then kill, like a praying mantis. Last night Earl was the lucky victim. I hunted him from Starbucks. He was a hipster douche bag. Cocky, rude, self entitled, everything I hate about society. He ordered a large order of fancy blended drinks, made the rest of us wait for our plain old coffee, was rude to the baristas and on top of all that, he didn’t tip. I followed him to his office then to his house. I studied him for a few days, then unGothed myself a bit to strike his fancy and hit on him. Men are weak for a bold woman. They never say no to free pussy. Predictable idiots. Back at his place, I slipped him a roofie. He woke up tied to his bed spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. I was sharpening my knife when he awoke. I loved the look he had when he saw my knife. I told him he was out of his league because I don’t fuck douche bags. I informed that I do cut off their dicks so they cannot reproduce. We need less assholes in the world, not more. He was a grade A tool who would breed more grad A tools. Once his balls were a pretty purple color, I sliced off his nuts. He was bleeding. He was also crying like a baby. I could have stopped the bleeding, but I hated him. I wanted him dead. So, I left him there crying like a baby to think about being nicer to people. I saved his pathetic balls as a trophy.
Playing Both Sides And Loving It Part 2
Hearing his words. Knowing this was my chance to do to this little cunt bitch exactly what I wanted done to me. I walked right over to the dope up bitch and backhanded her hard across her fucking face. Then immediately I stripped the little whore down. She was drooling and trying to mumble the words please no stop. I just laughed at her and told her to shut the fuck up. The man that was with us (sorry never found out his name.) put in a Snuff porn video for entertaining background noise. I started to twist at this cunt’s nipples and cunt lips. Taking my cigarette and burning her. Laughing as her screams were muffled by the drugs in her system. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and started to cut at her flesh. Just enough so she can feel the pain and I can see the blood. She tried to fight me off but in her doped up state of mind she could barely move. Just become a blubbery pile of shit on the floor. I grabbed some salt and poured the salt into her open cut wounds. Her body lashed at the pain I was inflicting. This made my cunt sloppy fucking wet. I saw a bat near by and whacked her a few times hard in the stomach and on the thighs. Before shoving the bat deep in her cunt. Sliding the bat in further and further with each stroke. Torture sex brings out the best orgasims in me. The man was relishing in all this torture I was inflicting on this bitch. His fuck rod was fucking hard as a rock. He walked over to us and pushed the bat out of her and shoved his cock in her. He told me to start bashing her head in with the bat. I squirted right there in my panties with his words. “Ohh Yes I shouted out!” As I began to smash her head in. feeling every blow that hit her head vibrate through the bat. Oh My God what a fucking turn on this all was. She was lifeless and he was still pounding away at her dead body. Then he turned his attention to me. And I knew exactly what I was in for. The time of my fucking life!!!