Category: Mutilation phone sex

Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Castration phone sex is the way you get what you want

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex time, baby! For far too long, you’ve indulged in the fantasy of having those pesky balls removed, haven’t you? Well, no more, my dears! It’s time to stop dreaming and start taking action. You’ve got a hot, medical-grade, castrating mistress right here, ready to guide you through this transformative experience.
Imagine how amazing it will feel when they are totally gone. I make sure your balls are tied up tightly with a rubber band, cutting off circulation until they’re soft and swollen, primed for removal. Just picture yourself in that moment, my skilled hands snipping away, freeing you from the burdensome weight of your sack. And the relief, the sense of liberation that follows – it’s orgasmic.
I promise you, the result is more than worth it. And that’s just the start, my love. Mommy loves Medical fetish phone sex, and once you’ve experienced the rush of castration,  you will know you need something else removed. And I can do that for you. I’ll also make you a pretty little mound with some huge fat tits!

Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too, But Mine Make You My Bitch

rape phone sex fantasieDo you have rape phone sex fantasies for me? I’m here to warn you that you best not explore those fantasies. No man who ever tries to fuck me against my will lives to see the next day. Let this serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when you try to flip the script. I am dominant. And that means I am not your bitch. But you can be mine.

Ernie hired me for a job. And I told him he could be my accomplice or my victim, but I would never be his victim. And he acted like he understood. Plus, he said he didn’t want to do anything to me anyway. But he likes Goth girls. He wanted my help kidnapping, force fucking, and maybe even killing a Goth babe. I don’t have many rules in my life. But I do have a couple. One, I’m not your victim. Two, I don’t assist with anything involving a fellow Goth girl.

But he lied to me. The guy did not appear too bright.  He paid me for the job, which was to kidnap, torture, and kill a hot teen slut. I’m not a teenager anymore. He knew my rules before he paid me. I always require the money upfront in case they try to flip the script. Ernie had a death wish. He fucked with the wrong woman. And now he’s dead.

Men Think with Their Dicks and That Gets Them Dead Around Me

But I made him my ass rape porn star before I put him out of my misery. No guy fucks me against my will. I’m stronger than I look. But mostly I’m just smarter than any man because I don’t think with my dick. The moment I could tell he intended to make me his victim, I pulled out a huge knife, scared the shit out of him and tied him to his bed. In my bag of tricks, my assassination bag I guess you could call it, I keep a huge dildo with shards of glass glued to it. So, when I fucked him in the ass, he bled worse than a stabbing victim.

You should’ve heard him scream like a bitch. Music to my ears. Can’t come for me without consequences and the only consequence for coming after me is death, but with a lot of torture first. This loser really thought he could overpower me. But once that torturous dildo entered his ass, I think he understood who was in charge. I just enjoy pegging a man’s ass who deserves it. And for some I ruin their asses. Ernie learned a valuable lesson the hard way.

Torture Serves as Foreplay to Me

I fucked his ass with my malicious dildo so long and so hard that I prolapsed his ass and shredded it. His ass now looked like raw hamburger meat. He turned out to be such a wuss too. He passed out several times. But I revived him. You need to feel torture. Nobody sleeps through my torture.

Sometimes I felt like I could fuck him like this forever, but I knew I had to put him out of my misery. Men like that, I can’t trust. And they’ll just continue to try to abuse women who aren’t nearly as strong as me. So, eventually, I slit his throat. And I kept fucking him until he bled out. Dumb ass deserved death.

Never feel sorry for a loser like Ernie. He won’t try to force fuck a Goth taboo phone sex bitch again. Some men just seem so stupid. I wonder how they remember to breathe.

Sadistic Phone Sex With Victim Vixen Fuckable Faith, The Prom Queen Teen Dream

Sadistic Phone SexSadistic Phone Sex is the Best form of cold blooded revenge. Get those feelings out. Kill me, However you choose. Fuck me first, and then off me. Get off with me Then kick my bucket. That Much needed feel, of just breaking some shit. Just breaking a person instead. Everyone has a bitch that should really be the next victim of a serial killers. You know the type, just a Bitch that deserves to die. So End her fucking life.

Just talking about killing a whore, makes me moist.

For Me, I hated those perfect fucking cheerleaders. That’s why In High School, I fucked all their boyfriends, and the Captain? Oh I fucked her Daddy, then told her I fucked him so good I may end up being her new step mom. That was hotter than killing her. I Just literally ruined her life, but I’ll admit I thought about killing her stupid ass, many times.

Im writing about this, because I got a letter yesterday. The Letter read, as follows:

Hi You Dumb Bitch,

You don’t know me, even though you should. We spent years together in the same school, and you never acknowledged me. Once in science class you were supposed to be my partner but you begged someone to change with you so you could Partner with Gage instead. If you only knew about the things I’ve thought about doing to you for the past 2 years, you would live in fear. I even voted for you to be Prom Queen. As much as i hate to admit it I’ve wanted to stick my dick in all your pretty holes. I had the biggest crush on you. At one point I even thought I was in love with you. Being the stupid fucking cunt you are, you never gave me the time of day. 

Faith, I don’t want to just fuck you, I dream of doing far worse. I’ve thought about sewing your asshole shut and feeding you laxatives. Trimming your eye lids off and giving you sleeping pills. Having you sit in your prom Dress. Not giving you a toilet and only allowing you to cover it in your excrement. Making you wear it while I keep you for weeks in my basement, and when I take your life, I’ll mail it to your mother. I’d keep it on you so you’ll get horrible skin infections. Still, that would be too good for you. No, you don’t deserve an easy way out.

You won’t get one either

I will feel you on my cock. My dick will be the Last one you will ever cum on. I’m going to get to see what you feel like Faith, from the inside. I’m going to use you to make me feel good, in the most sadistic and evil ways possible. I can’t wait to take your life, you stuck up, snobby, goody-two-shoes, Prom queen Bitch. You’ll regret ever ignoring me. You worthless cunt.

I want to rip you from Asshole to cunt, and that’s the nicest thing I’ll do to you. I went to an STD support group just to make friends recently. I’ve gotten quite close to a few. I want all of them to fuck your holes. That seems fitting for a whore. Then, I will take out every sick, wicked and evil fucking thought I’ve ever had on your worthless body. You will be nothing but a mangled mound of blood, guts and brain matter, When I’m finished. I wanna burn you. Drown you. Strangle you. Cut you into fucking bits and feed you to my dog. A bitch to feed a bitch. That seems appropriate.

I’m going to get you, Faith. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

Just Know I’ll record it all So I can cum every single time knowing I killed a bitch like you

Yours Truly,

Me

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Give You What You Want

accomplice phone sexAlthough I love accomplice phone sex calls, I sometimes get a guy who just wants me to inflict cock and ball torture. And I’m always game for that. In a way, I find it therapeutic. It’s a good way to get back at all the men, especially in my youth, who hurt me. Men who gang banged me, sodomized me and tortured me sexually for their own amusement.

So, Danny paid me $2000 to mutilate his junk. When he suggested it, I said hell yes. Although I didn’t know the guy, I just pictured my father and all his poker buddies who loved to fuck my jailbait holes. I have always wanted to give daddy and his friends some good cock and ball torture sex. But I don’t even know if any of them are still alive. To me, this seemed like easy money. So, I put on my highest heels and met him at his place.

But I did strap a little gun to my thigh, just in case he decided to fight me. You can never be too safe in this world. This man was into some hardcore BDSM. He had his own dungeon of sorts. It was just another room, but it had all sorts of BDSM equipment and sounding devices too. Danny qualifies as a pain slut.

Men, Do Not ask for CBT Fun if You Cannot Handle It

Although I know he paid me to ruin his junk and I did, I wanted to have a little fun first. So, I took that sounding device dipped in icy hot and stuck it in his little pee hole. He let out a guttural scream of pain that made my pussy wet. Like I said, I just thought of dear old daddy.

After I played around with the sounding device, I put a castration band around his balls. Do you know you can get those on Amazon of all places. But I’m going to warn you once those things are on you can’t get them off unless you slice it with a razor blade. And then you risk slicing your balls too.

His balls started turning purple and blue quickly. Before long, they seemed to just go flat. And that’s when I started kicking him in the crotch. Even though I did not remove his testicles, I still castrated him. This was like a chemical castration. I read upon it before I took Danny’s money. You can put a castration band on, and it cuts the flow of blood essentially which dries up the testicles. And that renders them worthless. It’s what farmers do the sheep.

Danny tried to say I went too far. What the fuck. He paid me $2000 for castration phone sex. Did he think that $2000 was simply for fantasy. Too late now. I took the little bitch’s money and left him whining on his bed with decaying balls. And I know he won’t say anything to anyone. I have a recording of him begging me for exactly what he got. Don’t ask for what you cannot handle cause bitches like me give you what you say you want.

Kidnapping Phone Sex : The Best Scream of Terror

Let’s try a little horror movie making of our own. Kidnapping phone sex : The Scream of Terror comes in the darkness. I stalk the loser ex of yours and see she has a new beau. The dude she is with is a total fucking dweeb.

First thought was I needed to fuck him up and fuck him up bad. He fueled me with a sense of pure evil need of bashing a skull in. But then I recall I was being paid to blow the cunts head off. So there I was behind them at a corner of a dark road. I quickly shot the guy with a tranquilizer.

Kidnapping phone sex : The Scream of Terror

Once I had him out of the way I jabbed her in the neck with a nice cocktail. As she fell limp my two guys appeared and grabbed her into the van. Then they hauled the loser guy in. Then I had the two of them back at the dungeon. It’s Sadistic phone sex that I am planning for these two. Both tied down to a table.

As the bitch came to, I shot her boyfriend in the face. The screams she emitted made me so fucking hot. I straddled the cunt and fucked her against her will. I made that filthy cunt for me as I fucked her bitch style. I whispered how do you like that cunt? You enjoy getting fucked by a Satanic bitch that is paid to fucking kill you?

She had no words and I took the razor wire and decapitated her and got myself off with the blood squirting from her neck hole. As her eyes watched I straddled her boyfriends losers prick and fucked that rigor mortis cock deep into my cunt. A little necrophily in the night is good for my mood.

Kidnapping phone sex

Daddy’s Dirty Little Fuck Toy

Babysitter phone sex

A late-night babysitting gig was just what I needed—extra cash and a quiet house to act out my filthiest desires. When Daddy finally walked in, I was already halfway there. I could barely stand it—those eyes, that smirk, and that bulge in his pants…

The second he closed the door, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He tasted so good. Salty, musky—like a hungry beast. He grabbed my hair, pushing deeper, and I could barely breathe. But I loved it.

Then came the most twisted part—Daddy tied me up, shoved a gag in my mouth, and left me on the floor. He told me to beg for it, but all I could do was moan and squirm. He took his time, teasing me, building up the tension until I was dripping wet and ready to explode.

When Daddy finally plunged inside, I almost blacked out. Hard, rough, and absolutely merciless. Each thrust sent me flying, my tits bouncing, my pussy clenching. And when I came, it was so intense—it felt like it ripped through my entire body.

I ended up spent and on the floor, his cum dripping from me. Daddy leaned down, whispering that I was his dirty little fuck toy now. And in that moment? I knew I’d do anything for him.

Gangbang rape porn with Grandpa made me sick

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn is what my degrading existence is for. My master is a disgusting fucker with filthy tastes, and he’s made me do countless vile things, and I’m a good girl and never say no. He bought me from that awful family, so I feel like I have to show him how dedicated I am to him. I know if I stayed with those crazy fucks I would be hanging dead on a hook at this point. At least with my Master Daddy, I still have a chance to live another day.
Lately, he has been saying I’ve been kissing his ass too much. He thinks I’m just sucking up to him, but the truth is, I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me if I cross him. But lately, I’ve been enjoying the things he tells me to do. I never thought I would cum so hard on a corpse, but thanks to Daddy, I can.
But maybe he is right; perhaps I am being a brown-noser. I guess I deserve the punishment he gave me. God, making that porn was so disgusting. Whenever I see a man over 70, I get terrified. Those grandpas were so rough on me. They were old and wrinkled, but they certainly were not frail. They were high off coke and boner pills and pounded the ever living shit out of me.  These fucking geezers forced their stinky dicks down my throat. I had to lick their assholes as a little toilet sex slut. This was the kind of Toture sex that definitely taught me a lesson.

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.