I have a little game going for the holiday season called the “The Twelve Days of Castration.” So, if you enjoy castration phone sex, you should get some of my special holiday spirit. December is always my highest month for junk removal. People, especially men, annoy the fuck out of me. There are so few real men in this world anymore. We have a society of cry babies, sissies, self-entitled assholes, wimps, cyber bullies, whiners and misogynistic pigs. So, I spread holiday cheer by ensuring that fewer of them exist in the world. The thing about men, even those I don’t deem very manly, is they never report sexual assault. I think removing someone’s nuts constitutes assault, at least torture sex. I am collecting worthless nut sacks all months for my jingle balls collection. I chop off the nuts, persevere them in formaldehyde and use red or green dye to give them a festive look. I have a collection of holiday nuts adorning my fireplace like stockings. We all know more than one man who should not reproduce. Maybe even you! Last night I removed the nuts of a 20-year-old college boy who likes to roofie coeds then force fuck them. He was nominated for my Twelve Days of Castration by a friend of mine who works at the university and is tired of him getting off every time with a slap on the wrist. Patriarchal boys club mentality doesn’t scare me. I am a sadistic bitch with a huge ass knife collection. Tyler won’t be assaulting coeds anymore. Fuck, he won’t even be assaulting his own dick anymore. Tonight’s recipient of free junk removal is Kirk, a red neck cheating wife abuser. His wife found me on the dark net and offered to pay me, but I was happy to take his nuts for free after hearing all about him. Will you be on my naughty list this year?
I imagine that I am being fucked real hard and I have a hand wrapped tightly around my throat. And as I am about to take my last breath. The hand loosens up and I get air in. However when I get my breath of air I am also punched and kicked or hit with a blunt object. And the hand tightens again. Brought almost to the brink of death and then brought back to the pain. I imagine him fucking my ass with his cock and fucking my cunt with a knife. Or maybe get fucked with a bat. And having the knife cut at my flesh. Not enough to kill me but enough for intense pain. I imagine all these crazy, freaky things happening to me. These are the thoughts that get my cunt sloppy wet.
