Castration phone sex calls to you because you are haunted by those disgusting things between your legs. It’s time to say goodbye to your sack. This is a one-time deal, so we’ll take our time. I want you to show me how badly you want it.
Do you remember the first time you realized you didn’t want them? The first time you felt so dirty for having them? You must have lived in shame for a long time. I can’t wait to get them in my hands. I’ll dig my black nails deep into your ball skin. I want to see you quiver in pain. This is such a special moment, I don’t want to waste a second. Every moment, you will be reminded how pathetic you are and how much you deserve to suffer.
I am the one who holds the power to drive you so mad that you do it yourself. Oh, the joy I will get when I have you puddy in my hands. I will slash at you. I’ll give you thousands of little cuts all over your body. Don’t forget you are my Torture sex slave, and I get to do whatever I want before you get what you want.
See, I want to work up an appetite. And for me, there is no better way to do that than to play with my knife. When you are all cut up, soaked in your own blood, my blade will meet your filthy ball sack. I’ll slice and dice, removing one ball at a time. The left one I will fry with some better, and the right, maybe we’ll eat that one sushi style.
Tag: Cannibalism phone sex
Castration phone sex mind fucks you until they are gone
Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal
Cannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.
Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.
Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.
Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent
Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.
I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.
I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.
It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?
Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About
I become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.
Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.
Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.
Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead
Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.
But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.
Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.
Cut Her Up With Me
I found my next dumb blond victim only this one begged me for it she said she wanted to be snuffed and beaten by my boyfriend and I. She knew my little murder pussy would get off on torturing her big tits and mking her cry and scream so we set up a date and time. I stuffed her in a cage and started cutting little marks all over her arms and legs every time she moaned in pain it made my murder pussy get off Geneva would be so much fun to play with. I just loves a good snuff sex whore.
Whhen my boyfriend came out I grabbed her by the hair herb body slick with her own blood and laid her down on a bench she was smiling as my boy fiend took his giant demon cock and fucked her tight little pussy. Her pussy split open for his monster cock and he fucked her tight little holes while we laughed and mocked her she was just another little bitch we would consume in the end. I stabbed her over and over in the chest and when he was done with her i watched as the light left her eyes. No one would ever know where she went.
Let’s Castrate him and make him eat his own sausage!
Castration phone sex stories always get my murder pussy off! just the other day it became a devious little roleplay. I was going down on my boyfriends Christian brother. My boyfriend was in the room telling me how nasty and slutty I was. His brother was tied to a chair with his pants down. His cock was big and meaty and my murder mind was going off on how fun it would be to skin his cock with our teeth. I finally started biting into his hard cock hearing him scream was so much fun. He didn’t know we were playing a castration phone sex game yet. Slowly I bit through his cock and cut it off with my teeth at the base. I had blood dripping down my chin and i spat his cock out and laughed at him. He was screaming and crying as I twisted his balls off I cooked up his cock and balls and made him eat them and told him it was a pity we couldn’t play more before I slit his throat. Then I fucked my boyfriend with blood and gore all over my body. We ate his body in stews and burgers and laughed about how evil we could be.
I want to take of your Flesh, Consuming You Whole
Calling All Vore Whores Like Myself. Cannibalism Phone Sex is as extreme and weirdly fucking hot. Last night I talked with a guy that wanted me to eat him, from his toes up. So Of Course I had fun with it.
I drugged him up pretty good, and stripped his ass naked. Placed his sexy fucking naked ass on a table. Got all kinds of shiny, sharp, pretty tools. Such as a scalpel, box cutter, machete, saws all, filet knife and of course you can’t go wrong with a hand saw. Toes first, hmmm. I could bite those little piggies off. Just chomp them right off, like biting a fucking celery stalk. I bet the bone would crunch so nice.
He woke up at the first initial Bite, on his big toe. The scream he let loose was like an animal in agony. The decibel to which he hit, made me so wet. So I kept biting. I would Bite and chew him up. Gnashing and smashing him with my teeth. Grinding my Molars, and then spitting his blood and plasma back in his face.
I went straight from toes to cock, I didn’t want him to blow his load while I was chomping down on a shin bone, that doesn’t seem fitting does it? No, not to me either. So i took the scalpel and carefully removed his hard cock and swollen balls in one unit. Homemade Castration done so twistedly right. Call me a Sick Bitch, Call Me a Psycho… all terms of fucking endearment.
Whole
The entire time, he screamed and writhed in pain. My giggle drove him mad. How could I be such a sadistic little bitch? I guess getting killed, tortured, maimed and assaulted nightly, has kind of turned me into a bit of a monster.
Toying with my new blood covered bestie, I brought his cock and balls right up to his face, dangled it over him, and made him watch me deepthroat it. Knowing he would never feel the pleasure of feeling, because I tore all the nerves, slicing it off of him. As He screamed, I forced that fucker down his throat.
“See how good you taste, why wouldn’t I want to Consume you…”
Then I proceeded to fork and knife my home made hard cock dildo. Smacking and slurping as I chewed him up and swallowed him fucking whole.
Oh Don’t worry, I got to use all my pretty tools on the rest of him. But if you are interested in finding out exactly what I did. Curiousity is gonna have to kill the cat, call me mother fucker….
Lets Make Her Bleed
Murder phone sex stories get a snuff phone sex sluts pussy so wet. I just love telling my murder stories like how I went and kidnapped this pretty brown haired blue eyed Christian whore and took her to my cabin with my boyfriend. We tied her up and I began cutting small pieces of her skin off and feeding it to my boyfriend. He always wanted to eat a living person and then have sex with their dead body. It turned me on just thinking about it. I carved out her eyes and put them in a jar and laughed as she screamed.
I always wanted blue eyes and now I had them. Snuff phone sex whores like me just loved it bloody and twisted. I shoved my knife up her ass and fucked her with the blade until there was no light in her eyes then I told my boyfriend to fuck her dead bloody body while I carved her up. It was so sexy watching her lifeless body jerk as he shoved his cock in and out of her like that. I sliced her chest open and played with her blood and kissed him as he came seep inside here dead pussy.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are The Only Fantasies I Like
Murder phone sex fantasies get me off. I told a friend how I wanted us to take my dumb little sister to a satanic temple and sacrifice her stupid virgin pussy to the dark lord. We could cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut and pluck out her pretty blue eyes. Then shave off her blond hair and boil her alive and watch as her skin boiled of her body. It made me laugh so hard. I told him after that we could fuck her dead body and cut her up into tiny pieces and feed her body to my family and friends non of them would ever know. Afterwards we could go to a catholic church and fuck in front of the alter and call Satan and defile the holiness of the house with our blasphemy sex. We could even get the devil to corrupt the congregation and watch as they do wicked things to each other every time they go to church. We could replace all the nuns with evil satanic nuns that love being twisted and evil and bathe in the blood of the holy ones. Murder phone sex fantasies just get me off so much more than regular fantasies. I love blood, death, and sex.
Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires
I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.
I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”
You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.
Cannibalism phone sex should completely devour me
With Cannibalism phone sex, you can eat me anyway you want. I dream of the day when you’ll finally snap my neck in a passionate act of cannibalistic lust. I long to feel you tear into my flesh, ravage my organs, and feast upon my quivering meat. The thought of being your succulent roast, oozing with juices, sets my cunny ablaze. Oh, Master, I know we’ll make some deliciously evil films as you slowly devour me, savoring every morsel!
In the meantime, I’ll be your fuck-puppet. Use my holes however you wish – pound relentlessly, gape me wide open, dump your steaming loads deep in my guts. I’ll be your filthy cum-dump with a body built for brutalization. I exist to be enslaved, tortured and violated with vile Snuff sex.
The only reality I need is you dominating me completely. I’m yours, mind, body, and soul. Thank you for choosing me to be your hot snuff slave whore. I know we’ll make some utterly depraved movies as you cannibalize the fuck out of me. My body is your altar for sacrifice.
















