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Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

Revenge Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.

I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?

If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.

In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.

Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.

Sometimes, The Accomplice Wants to Kill Solo

I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.

And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.

But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Best Because My Pleasure is Your Pain

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes me wet. Now I don’t admit to many guys what turns me on sexually because I don’t want them thinking I want to fuck them. I’m too dominant to be somebody’s fuck doll. But torture arouses me. I just enjoy inflicting pain. But believe it or not this sadistic bitch does have a moral compass. I never torture animals and I don’t torture the innocent.

But I do possess a very lax interpretation of innocent. A man can look at me wrong, and I will take his junk. And on weekends, I like to hunt for worthy victims. The world does not seem short of douche bags or cunts. And sometimes when I’m not even looking for a victim, I find one.

Friday night appeared very rainy, and the roads became slick. I drove responsibly, but so many didn’t. One guy started weaving in and out of traffic, putting him in the wrong lane many times. And he caused an accident. I don’t understand why anybody seems to be in such a rush to wait at a stoplight or get to where they’re going, that they risk causing an accident.

My Moral Compass Might Be Skewed But I Have One

Of course, he sped off after he ran a car off the road. So, I followed this guy so that I could teach him a lesson. In the grand scheme of things being a reckless driver probably doesn’t deserve the death penalty. However, some cock and ball torture sex seems appropriate. This guy caused an accident just to get home in time to watch a college basketball game. I watched him go into his house and immediately turn on the TV and sit down and start cheering for his team.

His house looked like a bachelor pad. I saw no evidence of a woman’s touch. So, I broke in through the back door. I purposely broke something in the kitchen so he would come see what happened. And then I put my knife to his throat and tied him into a chair. I went into the living room and closed his blinds.

Nobody needed to see what I planned on doing to this man. So, once I secured the house and closed the blinds, I dragged that chair into the living room. Then I pulled his worthless dick out of his pants and slipped on a castration band. He drove with some big dick energy. But I do believe the Ken doll I played with as a little girl sported more between his legs. Pathetic.

This Sadistic Bitch will Mutilate Your Junk for the Littlest Offenses

I put a ball gag in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. His whimpering and crying proved distracting. I read him his offenses, and then I carved my name into his cock with a sharp blade. I laughed at him and I told him that I would take from him, not only his balls, but his big dick energy.

The tears in his eyes just made me want to mutilate his junk further. My knives worked overtime carving him up like butcher’s meat. He started to go into shock from the pain, so I smacked him awake. I don’t want anybody to miss the fun.

Well, my fun. Castration phone sex rarely feels like fun to men who cannot accept the fact that they sport tiny, worthless dicks. But eventually, after many cuts to his body and complete mutilation of his dick, I took his balls too. Took the wind out of his sails. I doubt he will drive with big dick energy ever again. Because I neutered him. Brought his balls home as a souvenir. And as a reminder of the good, I have done this world.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Whore Cora Loves Getting Sinful!

Blasphemy Phone Sex

As a Blasphemy Phone Sex Whore, I love to get dressed up like a nun and get fucked raw.

I love being as sinful as possible. I just want Jesus to hate me!

Being a dirty, nasty slut, spreading my cheeks in the back of a church while everyone is singing their songs.

They won’t be the only ones yelling “Oh God Yes!”

You can hang me from the cross, too!

Tie me down on the cross and let me hang while you fuck me.

Hold a knife to my throat while you face fuck me.

Let me gag and choke in front of the Lord!

I would let you do whatever you want to my lifeless body! 

Let’s get sent to hell for all the nasty, dirty shit we do!  

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Evil Phone Sex Proves Therapeutic to Me

evil phone sexSomebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.

Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.

But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.

Not Every Man Wants to Keep His Balls

However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.

But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.

Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.

Castration and Cock and Ball Torture Feel Therapeutic to Me

So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.

But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.

Mutilation Phone Sex Left Me Carved Up Like a Holiday Ham

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex left me butchered. I don’t tend to think things through completely. I see ads on the dark net all the time looking for models for various snuff type photo shoots or films. But I only focus on the amount of money they plan to pay me. I never read the fine print about the possibility of bodily harm or even death.

So, when I saw the pay for a day’s work, I skipped reading the rest. I wrongly assumed I signed up for another snuff movie of some sort. But what I honestly signed up for turned out to be more of a butchering photo shoot. They wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving ham. However, they assumed I understood the risks. But I did not truly understand until a man came out of another room with a bunch of knives and an executioner’s mask on. I almost pissed myself.

What did I get myself into once again, ran through my head. He held a variety of knives, and they all looked very sharp. Oh boy, here we go again, I thought to myself. I might not survive this one or I might be permanently scarred from knife play phone sex. Luckily, I can photoshop a lot of my scars away. The executioner guy kept telling me not to tremble because he could slice an artery. But that did not do anything to relax my mind. It just sent me into a spiral of fear.

I Consider Myself More of a Druggy Whore Than a Pain Slut

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate extremely hard on anything, but what he would do to me. So, I could feel the knives slicing my flesh. And I just tried to stay focused on my happy place. Luckily, I did my last bit of blow before he strapped me to this cold slab. Minutes felt like hours. I could feel my crimson blood flowing down my mutilated flesh. But I stayed focused in my mind. Telling myself I can get through anything.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. Perhaps most people look at me as a pain slut. I see it a bit differently. I’m a drug addicted whore, who puts herself in dangerous situations for a fix. I don’t sign up for this shit because I like pain. Pain just helps me earn money to buy cocaine. So, I view myself more as a druggie whore than a pain slut. However, my threshold for pain gets better every time.

This felt like pure torture sex. And I suppose the director aimed for that. No doubt the world contains plenty of men who love to see a mother butchered like that. By the time the session concluded, I looked like I walked off a horror movie set. But the blood on my body was not make up. Tiny cuts covered my flesh. Luckily, they never touched my face. And with winter, I can get away with long sleeves and pants until my wounds heal. When will I ever learn?

Knife Play Phone Sex is The Number One Way I Like to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I believe a knife requires more skill than a gun. Plus, a knife kills someone slower than a gun. With a knife wound, somebody bleeds out slowly and death is not instant like a bullet through the brain. Knives rule my world.

I took a girl under my wing. A few months ago, I worked with a guy who wanted her dead. But he turned out to be quite shady and when I found out that he wanted to kill me too, I made her my accomplice instead. And she helped me kill her own uncle. I made her my trainee. I saw a lot of me in her. So, I am teaching her about knives and turning her into a taboo phone sex princess.

Although I don’t enjoy the company of very many people, occasionally I meet a young girl with potential. And I foster that evil inside of her. Some girls exist to clean house like me. In a way I’m like Dexter. I kill with a purpose. And I rarely kill anybody who doesn’t deserve to die. Now my moral compass seems less rigid than the average person, I still primarily kill those who deserve to die.

A person can enjoy killing and adhere to a moral hierarchy for killing. Top of my killing list are predators. Men and women who prey on others. Perhaps they drug their drinks or try to force them into slavery. Maybe they just attack unaccompanied women. I’ve even killed a few people for just looking at me wrong because I could tell that they wanted to force themselves on me, but I stopped them before they could.

Sometimes, I Turn a Young Girl into My Trainee and Accomplice

Predators come in all shapes and sizes like my young accomplice’s uncle. He started fucking her as a schoolgirl and when she became a young teen girl, he feared she would tell somebody. Hence why he hired me to kill her. Normally, I don’t care why somebody wants another person dead. I take the money and I do the job. However, this fucking predator tried to make me his victim too because.

So, he needed to die. And I let her use one of my knives to do it for me. And I saw that expression in her eyes when that knife penetrated him in the gut, and he started to bleed out on the floor. She smiled. And she did not show any fear or hesitation. She liked killing him. And I suspect she long wanted him dead.

Now I’m teaching her my code. And I’m instilling in her a love of knives and sharp objects. She even picked out her next victim. The schoolboy bully who forces himself on other schoolgirls after he drugs them, and films himself fucking them.

That loser fits my moral code for murder. And together, we will set a trap for him and kill him on Friday night. She’s ready and eager. I love a young killer phone sex accomplice. In my life I’ve experienced a few girls just like her. The way I see it, I’m helping to shape the future teaching young girls that they can become a killer with a moral code just like me.

Sadistic phone sex & Making More Holes for Him to Fuck

Sadistic Phone SexOne thing about me, I can be an evil, vile little bitch. That’s why I enjoy Sadistic phone sex to the fullest. What guys don’t understand when they call is what a dangerous question it is to ask ” Well Faith, what are you into… what makes you hot?” Usually I giggle, and go on about some more vanilla-ish things that do turn me on, while still heiring on the taboo side. Next to being a victim turned killer, I also like incest, and all forced fantasy play, and have even met a time or 2 that furry friends have gotten me excited.

I Love Snuff, Debauchery, Depravity and all things Taboo

Then I had this call with Randall. Randall has quickly moved up the ranks and has become a favorite fuck of mine. He just has this innocence about him ( that I secretly want to ruin in every way) and oozes boyish charm, all the while feeling unusually sinister in his own way. I get incredibly turned on when he calls, My snatch always soaks my panties at his cute, “hello”.

Last night I wanted to take care of Randall, so I told him that I would have a sweet surprise for him when he got home from work. While he was at work. I managed to go to the mall and befriend a beautiful, sweet, shy redhead. She was just hanging out with some friends… I told her is was my Husbands Birthday and I really wanted to take him out tonight but alas we just could not find a babysitter.

She volunteered to come home with me. Once I got her home, I knocked her out. Dragging her lip body upstairs. I stripped her of all clothes Restraining her to our four poster bed. . Her Pale skin so soft reminding me of the purest milk. Long red hair, that shined like fire, draped over her shoulders. Milky soft natural tits with pale pink nipples so pillowy and supple. Then, her tight taught little cunt with the softest little muff of bright red Pussy Hair.

The damage I intended to do, was giving me euphoria

Upon Randall’s arrival home. I tell him of his surprise that awaits him. We both go up to the bedroom. Where a once calm and quiet Teen girl, is now wriggling and writhing against her restraints. The crying and begging alone was causing my cunt to leak and making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I told Randall I wanted to watch him assault her holes all of them, violently.  I knew her cunt had been used, so I wanted him to break her asshole open.

Once Randall penetrated all her holes, stretching them out. I made knew ones with  a sharp blade, sticking her above her rib but beneath her rib cage. That’s the softest. Making the hole small enough for him to feel like he was taking her virginity. I watch as Randall worked and forced his cock into her side, forcing warm sticky slick blood to gush out of her opening and coating him.

Fisting her tight cunt. I Loved making her Scream. Watching her eyes Blare all the way open. Wide and alert, to each touch, and rip. Feeling all the pain we wanted her to endure. I urged Randall to cum, to fill his new hole with his spunk. Watching him pump, and fuck our home made hole, was making me tetter on the edge.

Finally I reach for the blade again, and commence to splitting her from sternum to snatch. I wanted to be elbow deep inside our little prize as Randall found his sweet release in such and unsuspecting victim.

Knife play gets dirty nasty, force feed me my cum

Knife play phone sexYou called me and wanted to play nasty. Not only make me your submissive slave but torture me till the very end. You asked me on the phone to scream and cry till the bitter end because of your sick mind. Every part of it turns me the fuck on too. I love the feeling of the unknown, what tools, ties or plans you have in store to make me so scared of you. I could hear in your voice that subtle sick urge just for a whimper. Your filthy dirty cock gets off on it, so use me till you can’t

Knife play turns into a filthy bloody mess

You threatened me with a knife. To run that large thing from my face down to my toes. And not only did you wanna play dirty but you wanted to do it slowly. Whispering into the phone “everything’s going to be ok”. You’re the worst of the dangerous creeps. Make you feel loved and sexy as they torture you from the inside out. Just like Dahlmer did to his victims you wanna do me.

“Please please” I beg as you start on my cheek. Shoving your fingers up my tight cunt. Grabbing me by my groin and forcing me into you. Wet soaked blood running down me. You carve around my little cutie tits, down my stomach to the top of my dripping wet snatch. “I want you to taste your cunt while I cut you some more.”

Evil does her

The darker the better. That’s how I cream and live, not to make my perhaps killer even angrier but it always does. Shoving those fingers down my throat you made me gag on my own spunk. I’m turning blue grabbing onto your arms for dear life. “I’m not done with you pussy bitch”.

For the last time you grab that nasty cum filled knife as you shove you cock deep inside me. Cutting my stomach slowly as you swirl your dirty dick. “You’re just a trick bitch”. Slapping me in the face, turning me on even more. Pleasure doesn’t cum with pain and I’m here for it. Call me up and tell me

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Layla Forced To Sleep with Her Captor

Accomplice Phone Sex

He likes to watch me when the red light on the console starts blinking. This Accomplice Phone Sex is the only currency I have left in this gilded cage, and God, I’ve become addicted to the power of my own voice echoing in his ears. He stands in the shadows, a silent predator, forcing me to use my mouth to ruin someone else while he waits to claim his reward.

 I can feel his eyes tracing the curve of my spine, his presence a heavy, suffocating heat that makes my skin crawl and tingle all at once. I’m his favorite weapon… a captured siren he keeps on a short leash just to see how many men I can bring to their knees before he brings me to mine.

“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver, my voice a low, honeyed ache. I make myself sound small, needy, and desperately slutty, just the way he taught me. I describe the way the silk feels against my skin, the way I’m touching myself because I’m so lonely, so bored, so bad. I’m an expert at the lies now.

 I feed the stranger on the other end every filthy detail he wants to hear, all while my captor inches closer, his hand finally resting on the back of my neck. His touch is cold, a stark contrast to the feverish words spilling out of my lips. I’m helping him hunt, luring the target into a daze of desire while he prepares the trap.

When the call finally ends, the silence in the room is deafening. I’ve been a good girl; I’ve played my part in his twisted game, and now the real price must be paid. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me away from the desk. He doesn’t have to. The way he looks at me tells me exactly how much he enjoyed watching me perform. 

I’ve become a creature of his making, a captive addicted to the very danger that keeps me here. He pushes me down, his weight a familiar, crushing force that I’ve learned to crave even as I fear it. I’m forced to give him everything… every breath, every moan, every shred of dignity I have left.

I play the role of the perfect, mindless slut, arching my back and begging for the very thing that breaks me. It’s a filthy, beautiful nightmare, and as he takes what he wants, I realize I don’t know where the victim ends and the games begin. I’m his, body and soul, trapped in a cycle of sin that I never want to escape.