Tag: Castration phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex Only: This Bitch is Not Your GFE

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind of phone sex I engage in. I think being on a snuff site makes that clear. Apparently, there are a lot of dumb asses who can’t read who call me talking all sweet like baby this and baby that looking for the GFE experience. I offer the killer experience. I don’t do romantic calls. I don’t do romance period. Last guy that tried to cuddle with me, lost his testicles. He lost his will to cuddle ever again too. I don’t understand why guys think I am girlfriend material. I am Goth. I am violent, and I hate just about everyone.  The men I meet in person are just as dumb as the guys who call me looking for a girlfriend. I met Tom at Starbucks. It is a vice of mine, but I don’t give off the “I want to talk to strangers” vibe. Tom was clueless to my “leave me the fuck alone” social cues. Even after I bluntly said, “fuck off loser,” he still tried to get my cell number and my social media information. I don’t do any form of social media. I do not feel the need for other people to know when I piss and shit or see pictures of my food. I thought he got the message finally when I kneed him in the balls. Apparently, he needs schooled in the Me Too movement. Nothing says no like a kick in the balls. The dumb bastard followed me home. I knew he needed a stronger message. I invited him in, acted like I was playing hard to get and spiked his beer with a fast acting knock out pill. He woke up with his severed balls shoved in his mouth. I used a rusty old knife and let him bleed out a bit before I cauterized the wound. I informed him that since he was too dumb to understand no, he was too dumb to procreate. He was horrified when I gave him a mirror to see what was in his mouth. Let Tom be a lesson to you losers calling me some vanilla GFE bullshit. You are my victim or my accomplice, but never my lover. Never ever.

Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday means you get junk removal at the economic cost of a phone sex call. Normally, I charge a couple grand to remove some loser’s balls, but on Sundays, I feel charitable. I could take loser balls all day long. Nothing gives this sick bitch pleasure like ridding losers and assholes of the very thing they need to reproduce. Certain people should not be allowed to procreate. I bet you are one of them if you are still reading. Last night I chopped off a pair of hairy balls for free. The guy was not self aware. He didn’t want his testicles removed. In fact, he took their departure from his body hard. I bet you are wondering what would justify me taking a random stranger’s balls, right? He tried to force his loser dick in my mouth in a bar bathroom. If you ask me, he got off easy. I could have taken his entire dick. I should have removed his dick, but at least now he won’t be trying to force his puny wiener in any other woman. I carry several knives with me always. This one was tucked in the back of my pants. When he forced himself into the ladies’ room and pushed me on my knees, I grabbed it. He never saw it coming. He felt it when I sliced his balls off, however. The once macho attacker was now a bleeding, blubbering bitch boy. You will never have the upper hand on me. I am always expecting the worst behavior in men. Normally, when I take some one’s balls who has paid for junk removal, I cauterize the wound. I don’t care if you bleed out on the bathroom floor of a nightclub when you assault women.  I should have cut that loser’s dick off and used it to make an ass rape porn. I bet I could make a lot of money from a video where a nutless man got fucked in the ass with his severed dick.

 

Filthy Blonde Cunt

I’m a real ditz and a complete addict of rape phone sex fantasies that humiliate and destroy me. As a filthy blonde cunt that has no fucking clue I will dress as whorish as ever even after rape fantasies have been played out on me numerous times. My therapists have all concluded I am just too dumb to get it and I will continue to put myself out there as prey.

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Fuck, how can I manage to really tell them exactly how much it turns me on and how the only way I can orgasm is by being brutally fucked and used like a damned piece of trash. My fake tits are a fucking joke as is this hot fucking body. I lure the most lunatic of men in and they man handle me to the end. Not much more to say as I won’t be breathing much longer.

 

Sunday Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex Sundays have become my favorite day of the week. While others are going to church and resting, I am slaying stupid cunts and severing worthless dicks. I believe in Sunday, Bloody, Sunday. I was in a foul mood this morning. I was supposed to hook up with this guy to torture his little cock teasing niece. I had all the details arranged. I like killing with an accomplice, especially when the victim is a little girl. It is fun for me to watch you force fuck her holes until your dick is covered in her blood. He stiffed me a sizeable amount of money and I wanted paid. I decided to hunt him. I found him in his apartment. He was easy to find. He gave me fake info about his niece but used his real name. He was going to be fun to torture and snuff. He recognized me from the avatar I use on the Dark Net. Stupid fuck thought this was all some sort of joke. The joke was on him. I was going to remove his balls and his cock, so he would have to piss through a straw for the rest of his life. Some one as dumb as him, doesn’t deserve to have pleasure. Certainly, doesn’t need to reproduce either. Stupidity breeds stupidity. I stripped him naked, tied him to a chair and told him he was in for a world of pain. I brought my rusty saw and knife, so it would hurt more. He thought I was joking. I don’t mess around when it comes to castration phone sex. I take junk and I don’t do it painlessly. Where is the fun in that? I put his dick under a Bible and sawed it off. His blood seeped many pages of God’s word. Funny, right?  I snickered as he screamed in pain. Taking his balls too was just for fun. Only a dickless man fucks around with a sadistic bitch, so I made him into what he already was.

I fucked him but not the way he expected

snuff sexAn arrogant little prick came to see me today and he thought that he was going to be able to force me to fuck him, can you just imagine? I am a hardcore Domme, a fucking Goddess! I am the one causing the pain I am never a victim! All I could do was laugh in his face and tell him that he could try to force me if he liked but that it would end very badly for him if he did. That little fuck caved immediately and begged me to fuck him up the ass with a butcher knife… now that is a request I was happy to grant! I shoved that beautiful blade right between his cheeks and shoved it all the way up inside him and he didn’t even scream, he just squirted out the last orgasm he would ever have. I knew it would be his last because as soon as he was done squirting I pulled the knife out of his ass and cut off his fucking balls!

Female Castration Phone Sex

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Wow, I never knew that female castration phone sex could be so hot and so much fun.  This pretty girl cam in today.  Apparently her boyfriend had caught her cheating and strangled her to death.  I had just seen a thing on TV about some countries castrating their young females so that they couldn’t experience any pleasure through sex.  How absurd is what I was thinking but then again, it would make an interesting collection to add to my many other collections I have.  You know, nobody checks to see if their loved one is missing a nipple or a clit.  Especially if they are going in the incinerator anyways.  I’ve removed all kinds of body parts and have them safely stored so I can admire them.  So, today started my new collection of clits.  All clits are not created the same.  I had so much fun cutting all the clits off of the women I didn’t think anyone would notice, but it just wasn’t enough.  I wanted to try it out on a live subject.  Luckily for me, the bar around the corner always has junkie whores outside who make easy victims.  She didn’t scream as much as I had hoped she would though.  I guess she was just too fucked up.  It was titillating though.  I think I’ll look for someone who’s not so fucked up that I can torture and have fun with.  I wanna hear the screams, the pleading, the begging for their measly little life.  Would you like to help me on my new endeavor?

 

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Little slut deserved to die

snuff sexMy boyfriend and I pick up worthless sluts, and we begin to use them. We were drinking it up in a bar a couple of cities away when we spotted a hot blonde who was being extra flirty with my guy. If this bitch wanted my man, she was going to get him. I gave him a look, and things escalated very quickly.

I exited the stage, left and made my way to the sleazy motel we reserved for this night of excitement. I waited, and soon enough they came right in. He was rubbing her slutty body while I grew a bit jealous but I knew we were in this together.

The blonde whore had all her clothes off in two seconds. Jake ended up tying her up and made it look like they were going to have some kinky fun. This slut had no idea she was going to have some snuff sex with the both of us. He blindfolded her, and I came out. I slapped her and beat her and left in a bed of blood. I pulled out m razor blade dildo and went in on the slut. My boyfriend didn’t even want to touch her. Good boy, he knows the rules. After I made that rape fantasy actuality I was wet as can be.

I then gutted the hell out of her and left her there dismembered. The next day we mutilated her and threw her into the river on the opposite end of the city. The whole experience leaves me dripping wet. I rub my pussy thinking about how I fucked her to death. Little slut deserved to die.

Castration Phone Sex Therapy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay.  I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife.  I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?

Castration Fascination

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I’ve been totally turned on by the idea of severing a set of testicles off of a man’s body as long as I can remember. When I would go visit my grandparents on their farm, I would beg Grandpa to let me do the honors when it came time to use the emasculator on the new heard. I would often think about how grand it would be to slap a pair of those around a set of big thick hairy balls attached to a pathetic worm boy. I finally got my chance today to really live out my dark thrill. I was back visiting my grandma and grandpa when I noticed the new farm hand really getting into me handling the castration of a retired stud. I looked up and noticed his cock was so hard it was probably chaffing the head, the imprint fully visible through his wranglers. I made a motion to the feed room and he followed. I ordered him to drop his jeans and let me see his ball sack. He did so, sweat dripping down his temples- looking down at my young skinny body in just a small black sundress. I clicked the tool and the thick rubber band wound rightly around his testicles. He went to yelp like a bitch but I slapped him back into his senses. I reached into my bag and grabbed my favorite knife, slicing through the thin stretched skin and taking his set right off. I threw them into a jar on the counter to save for later when I got hungry, some fried human-sourced rocky mountain oysters will be so tasty later.

Your Local Sex Cult

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Me and a few of the girls were going door to door with our pamphlets about our a new and radical religion that we are apart of. You couldn’t help but allow us in the door when we started telling you all about the polygamy portion of our beliefs. After some general chit chat, you got very comfortable and accepted the invite to our open house at the temple. You arrived to the event the next day as per the invite and we quickly escorted you to the bathhouse to be cleansed. Another girl handed you a robe and led you into my office. Once you at down in the chair in front of my desk, auto-triggering the restrains that were built in and clamping you down by your wrists and ankles. You were stuck with us now. I explained that yes, this is a new religion but it’s one were we sacrifice men. I put a hood over your head and you were blinded, your screams for help could not be heard. I asked you if you believed in Jesus Christ. You screamed that you did. Wrong fucking answer! I pulled out my dagger and made my way down to your cock. I wrapped it in rope nice and tight, to where your balls and shaft started to turn purple. You begged for me to stop but it wasn’t over. I sliced your shaft open like a piece of meat and drained the blood into a goblet which myself and my fellow sisters in Satan drank from laughing. We then began dismembering your body while you were still alive. Keeping your organs for future ceremonies. We took turns using the pieces of your severed privates to masturbate and bathed in your plasma for weeks. I guess you should of taken your mother’s advice from so long ago- don’t answer the door for strangers.