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Christmas Castration Phone Sex Season

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Christmas has begun. The weekend after Thanksgiving, I begin my once a day Castration ritual. It is my way of giving back to society. My special brand of charity helps prevent fucktards from reproducing and in the Me Too era, it empowers women because I am castrating sexual predators too. Don’t know how to use your testicles? Well, then you should not have them. I traveled to another city over the weekend to stalk Damien. Seems he has been living up to his name. He is a privileged college boy who likes to drug coeds then assault them. My guess is his daddy’s money and high-powered lawyer has kept him out of prison even though there have been 12 complaints about the bastard. I decided he needed a charity castration. Neither the law nor the school is going to protect the coeds, so I took matters into my own hands.

I dressed less threatening to lure him. We met at a bar, he spiked my drink when he thought I was not looking, but I am smarter than him and I switched our drinks. He was shocked to wake up tied up naked to my hotel bed. I listed his offenses, gave him a chance to rebut but the little prick was unrepentant.  If he had a least shown some remorse or made up a fake apology, I would have used a castration band and a clean blade. He was a piece of shit, so he was treated worse than cattle. I didn’t even let him do a shot of whiskey. I just used the jagged, rusty blade to chop off his balls. He bled like a stuck pig and cried like a little bitch. I just smiled as I looked at him bleeding out. “Apologize now prick and I will cauterize the wound,” I seethed. Now, I got a fake ass apology, but it saved his life. I took the bottom of a hot pan and sealed the wound. He won’t force his cock inside anyone ever again. Fuck, he won’t have a hard-on ever again. Damien gave me my first set of holiday balls.

Castration Phone Sex: Let Me Make Christmas Ornaments out of Your Balls

castration phone sexAll I want for Christmas is castration phone sex. It is not even fucking Thanksgiving and Christmas music is blasting everywhere. I am not ready for good cheer and happy holidays. I was in a wicked mood last night. Everywhere I went, holiday music was playing, and decorations were up. This one asshole in a store was trying to get me to pose with Santa. Do I look like the kind of woman who sits on Santa’s lap? I am a naughty girl. I don’t get presents. He was relentless. Turns out he was hitting on me. I saw an opportunity. I mean this loser was dressed like an elf on a shelf. There was no way he could have a big dick. His voice, his outfit, everything about him was a crime against humanity. I took his number. I passed on Santa but told him I would come over to his place later. I was expecting his home to look like Santa’s workshop, but it was not decorated. It looked like a typical bachelor pad. He was expecting me. He had loser moves. Nothing original. It became clear he thought he was doing me a favor by fucking me. Like I should be grateful to bag an Elf on the Shelf?  I was trying to contain my anger. I needed a moment to gain my composure. I pulled out my knife, held it against his throat and ordered him to strip. He thought I was punking him. He got naked and as I suspected, he had a tiny dick fit for an Elf. I took his balls off right then. He started to go into shock. I wanted him a wake. This was torture sex. I got a lighter out of my purse and torched his bleeding balls. As he was crying and shaking, I kicked him where his nuts once were. I squashed him like a bug. I humiliated the life out of him. I made him question humanity. I just wanted him unable to be cheery and incapable of reproducing his stupidity in a spawn. I was feeling cheerful for the first time. I guess taking a loser’s balls was just the holiday spirt I needed, but I could always use more. What do you say? Let me make holiday ornaments out of your nuts.

Castration Of My Tits.

Knife play phone sex A soaking wet dream I had last night! My tits where getting castrated. The knife dug into the side of my fake boob popping it letting all the silicone rush out of my body. Then he took the knife and carved around my nipple into he cut my nipple off. I was screaming the pain was making me squirt hard. He shoved my nipple in my mouth making me chew and swallow on it. He then took the knife and with one swift motion and he sliced off my left tit. My body jerked and the blood was tickling me as it dripped down my flesh. This time he took a raw bite of my tit that he cut off and ate it before shoving some in my again. He slowly cut pieces off my body and we both ate them. Before I woke up from this dream I had squirted hard at least 8 times. I really want to have this dream again.

Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is bloody good fun for me. Nothing gives me more pleasure than chopping off nuts. There are a lot of reasons a man might need his nuts whacked off. Some men are douche bags who shouldn’t reproduce. Some men have tiny dicks and shouldn’t be allowed to procreate and give the world more tiny dicked losers. Some guys just piss me off. Hell, some men even beg for their nuts to be taken. If some fucking loser is that pathetic, I will take his money and his nuts. It is a free world and if a man wants a sadistic bitch like me to mutilate his genitals, I won’t deny him. Patrick found my torture sex ad on the Dark Net. He has been trying to make himself a eunuch for years but can’t seem to do it for himself. He paid me $5,000 cash to take his balls. Fuck yes. Easy money for something I enjoy. I had him meet me in my little castration shack in the woods. It is an old hunting cabin I inherited from my grandpa when he died. My grandpa worked at the old prison in town before it was shut down. He was the executioner. He managed to snag me a few items before the prison was torn down to build a new one. One of my favorite pieces is an old execution chair that I embellished into a castration chair. I strapped Patrick in, just like an inmate facing death would be, but I added a plank to separate the cock and balls. I separated his cock from his balls, then I used a castration band around his nuts until the blood flow stopped. I used my newly sharpened big ass knife and made a clean cut. There was a lot of blood. I let him bleed for a bit for shits and giggles, then I cauterized the wound. Then I let him go. Easiest money ever. Fun too.

Castration phone sex with Ivy

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There is a pub just a short distance from where I live. I was walking home from the pub after having a few cocktails with some girlfriends. As I turned the corner, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I new that I was being followed. Instead of being freaked out, it made my juicy pussy cream my panties. I knew that you must be the serial rapist that the local news has been warning us about. The thought of turning the table on you sexually excited me. I acted like I was unaware until I reached my apartment door. I reached into my purse and had my chloroform spray ready.

You grabbed me from behind and covered both my mouth with your hand. I reached up and sprayed your face before you even realized what had just happened. I finished dragging you inside my apartment. I hand cuffed you to the radiator. I put a spread bar in between your legs, and secured them. Now I just had to wait for you to wake back up. You were a little groggy and confused. I took my large butcher knife and rubbed it against your cheek. I even stood over you with out any panties on showing you my hot wet pussy.

I told you that I knew my hot juicy cunt is what you had come for, but you made a mistake. You picked the wrong girl. No one gets the upper hand on the devil’s princess. I took my knife and sliced your jeans revealing your large hard cock. You said I was wrong and begged me to let you go as I ran my knife up and down the sides of your hard throbbing cock. I shoved my knife up your tight puckered ass and enjoyed your screams as I twisted it. Cutting and slicing your tight ass for my pleasure. I just laughed as I cut your great big balls off in one wield of the knife and then shoved them down your throat. Your cock I took as a trophy. What will I do to you? You will have to call me for some castration phone sex to find out.

Castrating A Fool Like You

Castration phone sex is what you deserve, Fool! You are such a fucking loser and it’s no wonder the only pussy in your life is the skank cunt you pay for down in your trailer park. You have no damned game and I will guarantee that your pecker is just that a peck away from a god damned pussy. But it’s another fucking night at the bar and you rant on and on about pussy this, pussy that, tits.. ass and all sorts of derogatory shit that a loser like you can’t even get a hold of.

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Fucking you is a god damned joke, but I grabbed you from my bar and threw you against the wall, and grabbed that pathetic pecker through your pants. You need this filthy wang to get off in some pussy? Well honey follow me. You hoot and mother fucking howl like the loser pecker you are and little do you get that you won’t even have the balls to return here… fuck if you even walk away when I’m done with your pathetic snuff phone sex victim self.

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I get your filthy pants off of you and can’t even stand how bad your alcoholic ass reeks, but I pull that pecker out that is throbbing so fucking hard and your drooling like a rabid bitch in heat. Fuck you I punch you square in the fucking face breaking your nose and splitting your lip. I laugh at you in my sadistic phone sex way and yank my boot knife out and in a simple swipe I sever that pathetic prick right off. Blood spewing all over me I laugh as you scream. I ain’t done with you yet mother fucker. I take another swipe and cut those balls off. More blood than a butcher room is all over me and I am elated to watch you bleed out. 

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Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Hungry!

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Something about taking your balls during castration phone sex makes me hungry. Well, it makes me a lot of things, wet and happy as well. I have this great recipe that calls for sacrificed balls. Of course, I need a little brat meat as well to round the flavors. I love when a nice stocky man submits his family jewels to me after we have gone through a few brats together. It’s the end game really. Mr. Smith has been working with me for months. He has brought me a couple little girls for me to prep and have those fuckholes gaped and ripped for him. Our plan was to have him watch me and a few big dicked accomplices rip apart the first two as he gave me his cum loads. The last young one was his daughter and he got to fucking force his way on her and heard every scream as she underwent her daddy’s’ brutal torture. My pussy was dripping the whole time and I had to have my boyfriend fuck me over her corpse.  I always knew that Mr. Smith was going to give me his balls after he had completed his savage checklist. Here is where I shine. My big metal slab with him hard as I recalled his misdeeds. That cock growing hard and my sensual teasing bring his testicles to heaviness. Metal blades take his manhood and he requested to be sewn shut. My reward is a heart brat and ball soup as I gear up for the darkest month of the year!. Won’t you come to play with me? 

Castration Phone Sex: He Had it Coming

castration phone sexCastration phone sex inspired me. I had a call last week from a useless ass loser. He had a 2-inch dick and huge balls. Sadly, I saw pics. Some things you can never unsee. His balls obscured his shrimp dick. I was happy to take his nuts. At least it made his dick look bigger lol. Two nights ago, I was at a Goth bar when this little nerd came in. He bee lined straight towards me and flashed his tiny wiener. The geek had a death wish.  To show me his cock he wanted killed or castrated, or both. I have a reputation. He said his girlfriend dared him, but I had a hard time believing he had a girlfriend. He looked truly scared when I pulled out my huge knife. My guess was a woman fucked with him and knew my reputation and wanted his balls gone. He reminded me of my caller because he had huge ass balls and a teeny tiny weenie. I took him into the bathroom to castrate him. I had no supplies, just my knife. This was a freebie. He wasn’t paying me, so no need to treat him well. He was some looser with a sort fuck stick exposing himself in public. I didn’t give a fuck if he got gangrene and died. Seriously, he was a loser with a death wish. I know a few. I had some Jack Daniels, my lighter and my trusty old knife. I made him put his cock under the dirty toilet seat to separate his nuts from his dick. The loser was so fucked up he was going along with it. I poured whiskey on his balls as a curtesy he wasn’t owed and chopped them off. It was medieval torture sex. Very bloody. He puked. What a wuss. I used my lighter to cauterize his wound and then I used some more whiskey to dull his pain. He acted like I took his fucking dick too. Ungrateful loser. I could have killed him, I should have killed him. I made his worthless dick look bigger and not even a thank you.

Having Some Fun with Indigo

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Everyone thinks it’s so fun to torture my sexy little teen body, but what happens when I finally get the opportunity to be the torturer?  What happens when I finally blossom into the living dead girl I have always wanted to be?  A huge thank you goes to Indigo, for showing me the murderous bitch I really am.  I had gotten myself into one of those situations again, where I was a damsel in distress.  I was cornered in an alley by some drunk man, and Indigo came from behind him with a dingy rag.  Within seconds he was laying on the ground, out like a light.  She told me she helped me because I reminded her of herself, big tits and one hell of an attitude.  She asked if I wanted to have some fun with the dirt bag, and I was so in.  I helped her drag his limp body too and from the car.  We had him in a secluded cabin in the woods.  She told me normally she likes to do the torturing herself, but this time she would settle for watching.  I chained him up spread eagle, I wanted to wait until he woke up, but Indigo really wanted to get her hand on him.  He woke up the her carving a permanent smile on to his smug face.  Watching someone else cry and scream in agony was such a turn on!  Then it was my turn.  I grabbed the dullest knife Indigo had, and began sawing off his tiny little cock.  By the time I was done with that Indigo had enough of his screaming, and ripped out his tongue with a pair of pliers.  I went around to the back, and decided that his asshole needed to be a little bigger.  It felt so good watching the knife tear through his flesh, making his ass gape wide open.  I shoved his limp, bloody, stump of a cock into his newly extended ass hole.  Indigo was kind enough to teach me how to sew, his ass shut that is.  Then we slit his throat, and fucked in his pool of blood.  Biggest orgasm I have ever had!

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Daddy taught me

Blasphemy sexHow did I become such a sinister slut? Well I had the best teacher. My Step Dad knew I was meant to be a whore from the moment he laid eyes on me. My mom was on to husband number five and I met him right after cheer practice. He couldn’t ignore my sweet ass in my short uniform.

He seduced me by practically making my fantasy rape session reality. He was into blasphemy sex and wanted me to worship him. I let him use me and fuck me till he shot all his loads. He had such great stamina he could go for hours. My favorite thing was fucking on  my moms bed. The way he would choke me out would get my twat to twitch. I learned everything from my Daddy.