The smell of the whiskey on his breath stung my nose. He smells like a mix of beer, whiskey, garlic and body odor. He has been drinking since he got home from work and now his attention is on me. He call me his sweet angle and said he wanted to show me something. His grin made my skin crawl but to avoid a fight with my daddy I went to him. I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer. His blood shot green eyes were filled with his sick fantasies. There on the computer was a video of two .. two monsters.. He laughed because I got scared.. He grabbed my pony tail and made me watch the amputee mutant people fisting each other and ripping each other apart. Daddy said this was his dream for me. To be tortured, ripped apart and made into a freak. He pulled his cock out and ripped my head down to his smelly cock.. He throat fucked me while he shoved his whiskey bottle into my pussy.. He clinched his teeth as he fucked me in the pussy with the bottle.. “That’s how it would feel if that bitch with peg legs would fuck your dirty worthless pussy.” He blew his nasty rotten cum load down my throat and passed out while he was still in my mouth.
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Torture Sex with Dirty Needles for a Teen Dream
Torture sex is so much fun. I picked up a hot teen slut at the mall over the weekend. She was the antithesis of me. Clean cut, fresh faced, self entitled and not a tattoo or piercing on her. High school cheerleader type. Daddy’s little angel. Mean girl who thinks girls like me are what’s wrong with society. I decided to dirty her up a bit. I spiked her fancy frappuccino drink. She woke up naked in my basement chained to a pole. I had an array of things to torture her with, including dirty hypodermic needles I gathered from the neighborhood junkie hang out. When she woke up she immediately had attitude. I was doing Taylor Swift a solid by inflicting some pain. This teen dream needed to experience a teen nightmare to have a better appreciation for others. I started sewing her virginal cunt shut with dirty junkie needles. She was screaming like a banshee. No pain no life experience. No appreciation for others. She needed a nasty infection and some pain to teach her not to be such a little twat. I shoved a bunch on dirty needles in her cunt then sewed her pussy shut with needles. I love piercing the flesh of young girls. Their blood is cherry red. Their screams are like angels singing to me. Her pussy was swelling up as I pierced her pussy. I could smell the infection. Have you ever seen a blue waffle? It is disgusting, even for me. But that is what I was turning her perfect pussy into: a diseased, infected blue waffle. Gangrene of the twat. Just so the whore would remember me better, I tattooed my name in her chest. Now she was a good dirty whore. Now she had something to be a bitch about. I told her if she ever told anyone what I had done to her, I would kill her but not until I made her watch me kill her perfect family. I think she knew that if a sadistic bitch could ruin her pussy, I could just as easily ruin her life.
Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your Junk Removal Accomplice
Castration phone sex requires balls. I don’t mean the pathetic little nut sack dangling beneath your equally pathetic dick. I mean it takes courage, something that so many losers with worthless equipment actually possess. I get a shit ton of callers begging me to rid them of their useless and very disappointing testicles. My motto has always been, “testicles are for winners.” If you are calling me for a taboo phone sex call where I take your worthless junk, please be willing to hurt yourself at the very least. I mean the first step is recognizing that your worthless. The second step is seeking help, which my callers do when they call me for junk removal services. However, only so much of a hurt I can put on you, if you are not willing to do some self damage. So, here are the tools you need. Booze. You will need something strong like bourbon or whiskey to dull the pain. Alcohol was anesthesia for centuries. Duct tape. You can strap your pathetic wiener to your belly exposing your balls for better torture or castration. You can use rope too. You need to separate your balls from your dick. Get a hammer, or some sort of blunt object. One hard smack and you can bust a nut. Literally flatten it. A sharp object is required for those who are serious about castration and it is just not fantasy for them. A kitchen knife, a razor blade, and exacto knife…. you get the picture. Something sharp enough to cut the flesh from your body. The final thing you need is a smoldering pen. Something to cauterize the wound because there will be blood. You can even use a heated frying pan. Just something really hot to seal the wound. It would really be nice for me if you were serious about castration, as serious as I am. I can tell the difference between real pain and acting. So man up. Get some proverbially balls to lose your real balls. Castration is not for the weak, but if you are serious about home castration, I am your junk removal accomplice.
Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Taboo Phone Sex Call
Castration phone sex is my favorite. Why? Because testicles are for winners. Let’s be honest here. If you read past the first sentence, you are not a winner. You are a loser with a tiny dick or a broke down dick or just a fucking moron who has no reason procreating. A real man would see the word castration and say to himself, “What the fuck,” and not read any further. Not you right? You are still reading this because you know you do not deserve your balls. You need a woman like me in your life who will not hesitate to remove your junk. I have a special place in my cold dark heart for losers who can admit their short comings and ask for help. It won’t make me not remove said loser’s balls, but I will do so more compassionately. You piss me off or fight me, your testicles get fed to the animals and you don’t get the benefit of a soldering iron. You can just bleed out.
My reputation for junk removal is well known in certain parts. Often times I get men sending me letters with pictures pleading for me to whack off their nuggets. Many offer to pay me for my time and service. Just last week, I gave Bob the chance to lose his balls for a small fee. He had been begging me for months. No money was ever offered up until he got in trouble with the law for exposing his little click stick to some young girls, who by the way laughed at him and snapped pictures they later posted on Instagram and Snapchat before calling the police. When I arrived at his place, I found him with a castration band already around his balls. They were turning blue and he was having difficulty talking. I put a ball gag in his mouth so his neighbors would not hear the screams. I laid a towel down underneath him as not to stain his carpet. And, I handcuffed him to a chair so he could not fight me.
I have lots of ways to take off nuts, but Bob was getting the compassionate service since he paid me $2,000. A grand a nut. I pulled his balls down and sliced at the skin being tugged away from his body by the band with my big blade. Blood splattered; Bob passed out and his nuts fell to the ground. I cauterized the wound, used some smelling salts to revive him, then left him his testicles as a memento . How you interact with me determines if your get the compassionate service or if you bleed out on your living room rug.
Castration Phone Sex Grudge Fuck: Don’t Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch
You ever grudge fuck? I did once and it was amazing. Amazing for me, not for him. Couple years ago, I was coming home from shopping. This asshat grabbed me in broad daylight. No one did a thing to help me either. He made me his captive for a weekend. I am not a victim. I got away, but I knew I would find him a again. I made it my mission in life to find him again. I am relentless, like a dog with a bone, when I want revenge. Thanks to the Internet, I finally found him again a few states away. This time the tables were turned. I hunted him like prey for days before I snatched him up in my car. Took him to a seedy motel no tell along the highway. Think Bates Motel . He was unapologetic. In fact, he was downright cocky. He thought I was back for some dick. I let him delude himself that I was back after two fucking years just for his tiny little sorry ass excuse for a dick. Really? Some dudes are so fucking stupid, it is amazing they remember how to breathe. I indulged his grandiose thoughts. Not because there was any truth in them, but because it would give me an edge. Give me the upper hand. When he told me to suck his dick like a good bitch, I showed him who the bitch was with a razor blade in my mouth. I cut his dick all the fuck up. He was crying like a bitch, when I punched him in the face. Tied him up, then informed him he didn’t have anything to offer a woman, which is why he force fucks chicks. A real man doesn’t have to force a chick because the ladies flock to him. Men with little clit sticks are not men. I cut his cock off, gave him a real clit. Just left a little nub. Well, littler than before. Left him in a pool of blood crying like a sissy bitch. I spit in his face and called 911 as I was leaving. I didn’t want to kill him. He needed to live the rest of his life as a dickless loser. Fuck with me, and I will fuck back tenfold.
Skinned Alive
How could I not want to mutilate that pretty little face? It’s been a long time since I have taken out my old rusty, blood covered surgical tools. It’s time to put them to good use. Her skin changed from alabaster white to a rosy pink when I put her in my big porcelain, claw foot tub filled with water so hot that it boarder scalding. We had spent the last hour making out and she thought I was giving her a romantic bath before a long night of pussy licking. In reality my tools were under the tub and I was about to skin her alive. I started with that face. She fought and screamed but it was no use. I watched the skin peel back from her chin enjoying the tingling in my cunt as I watched the skin peel off the lips I had just been kissing. I had to kiss those whimpering lips before continuing. We had a long way to go and I would come many more times before it was all over kissing the raw meat that was revealed after peeling back her flesh as I went.
Road Rage
He never should’ve cut me off in traffic. Nothing pisses me off more. I passed him, slammed on the brakes and felt him hit me from behind. I screamed in anger, not getting out of my car. This bastard was gonna pay. I took the tire tool from my back seat and when he came storming up to my window, I knocked him in the head and drug him inside.
He moaned as he awoke. His head had a large gash and his face was covered in blood. He was cussing, calling me foul names. I laughed as I plotted what to do with him. “You evil cunt. Untie me.” he screamed. “I’m gonna sue you for everything.”
Sorry but I don’t deal with threats, dude. I punched him in the mouth and laughed as he bled. Men like him shouldn’t be allowed to breed. Hmmm, interesting thought. I haven’t castrated anyone lately. I think I’d enjoy this one.
I cinched down on the ropes around his wrists and ankles. I knew he was going to fight hard when I brought out the knife. I needed shackles. I attached a chain to his cock and balls and clamped an iron device to them. Given a little time, his cock and balls would began to swell. Iron doesn’t give and the blood trapped within would began to expand, blowing his junk up to massive size. This would make things way more fun. The giant swollen blood filled fun bags would explode upon impact. Good thing I was wearing steel tipped cowboy boots. The thought of driving one into him made my pussy wet.
I wanted him to beg first as I explained his punishment and the reason he should be neutered. He squealed like a pig, begging for his nuts and his life.
With one forceful kick, I played football with his nutsac, taking out all of my aggression. They exploded with the first kick, spraying blood all over my face. Licking my lips, I aimed again. His giant engorged penis shattered like a bomb went off, pieces flying all over. I picked up a loose testicle, looked at him, and popped it in my mouth. He screamed again as I popped it like a grape.
I’d let this one live, drugging him and taking him back to his vehicle. He’d look like a crazed druggie and a serial killer when the cops finally stopped to check on him. They’d probably haul him off to the crazy-house when he blabbered about how I kidnapped him and ate his nuts!!! Things happen in the big city. I just happen to be one of those things.
Medical fetish phone sex
I was in a fog, cold and shivering. I couldn’t move my arms to warm myself. I couldn’t move my legs, I tried to open my mouth but I could not. It was so dark, I could hear his foot prints coming towards me. The bright light burned my eyes, taking me a while to adjust. He walk walking around me, rubbing his gloved hands up and down my body. I could hear him moving something close to my head, I started to cry. Once my eyes began to work again I wish they never would have. I knew him, I fucked him once a week for the last 6 months.
He was twisted, but nothing like this. I tried to open my lips and felt pain as I tried to move my mouth. He laughed as he lowered a mirror so I could see my entire body. I was strapped down to a metal table. My body is completely hairless, as I am looking in horror at my body I see him coming closer to me. He was holding a knife, I tried to scream but i only ripped my lips. He told me how he has always wanted to explore a body like Doctors do. I passed out as he stuck his knife into my belly.
Earning Her Castration Phone Sex Badge
This is my favorite time of year. Why do you ask? Because of all those girl scouts selling their crack in a box. They have a girl scout badge for everything, but I was surprised to find out they do not have a badge for castration phone sex. Imagine that? So, I decided to create one. Amy, my favorite little girl scout, was going to earn her badge this week. And she did. She wore an extra slutty little green dress that I made for her to taunt the dirty old men, separate the weak from the strong. Looks just like the real thing. She had a little wagon filled with crack in a box I bought at the mall stand, along with a big ass knife and a soldering pen. The first pervert to invite her inside while he looked for his wallet would lose his balls and earn her a badge in castration.
The first house she went to in a fancy gated community she struck gold. A local preacher man too. He invited her inside to get his money, offered her a glass of milk with a roofie. She is smarter than that because I trained her. She smelled the drugs in her milk immediately. Only acted like she drank it. Cut his balls clear off when she surprised him that she was not passed out like he thought. She had the knife tucked in the back of her dress and when she heard him unzip his pants she opened her eyes on the couch and wham, the preach man was missing his testicles. “Testicles are for winners,” she said. She never even used the soldering pen on him. She let him bleed out on the floor. Put his severed balls in his mouth , wrote “pervert” on the walls in his blood and left him for the preacher’s wife to find. She came skipping out of the house an hour later and told me the entire story. I cried tears of joy. I am so proud of my little protégé. But oh how they grow up so fast.
Castration Phone Sex Purifies the Human Race
Castration phone sex is way more popular than you would think. That makes me giddy like a school girl knowing how many men out there can admit they don’t deserve to have their testicles. I’m not saying I liked the Nazis, but I appreciated their scientific experiments to preserve their race. I look at castration as a method of purifying the human race. We have to make sure that only the finest specimens reproduce. Sure there are plenty of worthless women out there that need sterilized or their twats stitched closed. But, it if we can prevent the dead beat dads, losers with tiny dicks, the stupid fucks, the trailer trash rednecks, perverts and annoying self absorbed tools from procreating, we can make the human race stronger, better. I am a firm believer that assholes breed assholes.
Take my latest victim for example. Tony has sired 14 brats. He pays for none of them, subsequently his baby mamas are draining our tax dollars living off of welfare because Tony lacks the manhood to take care of his brats. I got wind of this lothario through a mutual friend and paid him a visit. The conceited tool thought I was there to fuck. He was like “you really aren’t my type, but I can toss you a bone, bitch.” I laughed hysterically. He looked so perplexed until he saw my big ass knife. Now, normally with the more willing castration victims, I use a castration chair, maybe slip them a roofie to dull the pain, and I most definitely try to cauterize the wound so they don’t bleed out.
I could give a fuck if Tony ever took a breath again. I held the knife to his throat while I made him pull his pants down. I listed off a litany of reasons he didn’t deserve his balls. He thought it was all a joke. That one of his baby mamas was punking him, until I sliced his balls off. They hit the floor and looked like fish out of water. I stepped on his worthless nut sack with my high heels and squished them like a bug. Then, the fun part. I made him step barefoot on his own balls or lose his cock too. Of course after he stepped on his own worthless balls, I lobbed his cock off too. He shouldn’t ever fuck again. No woman, even ones I hate with a passion, should ever have to deal with this loser. I’m hoping he just bled out on the floor. I’ll take your junk too. I don’t even need a good reason.