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Castration Phone Sex Binges Makes a Sick Bitch Feel Great

castration phone sexCastration phone sex was on my mind heavily recently. Even a sick loner bitch can have bad days. Whereas some women might binge eat or indulge in some retail therapy when their life derails, I castrate losers. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel great, honestly. So, over the weekend, I went on a castration binge. I got on Tinder and swiped right on the first tiny dicked loser I saw. The lucky winner of a free castration was Kenny. His profile alone would make most women cringe. He was standing naked with a frightened turtle between his legs bragging about how good his big penis could make a woman feel. Even if he was a grower and not a shower, he was not growing another 6-inches to make that statement true. I cat fished him with fake pictures. He was so horny that he did not care when I greeted him at the door. He was a schmuck. He was a blowhard. He was about to be a ballless wonder with some genital torture sex too. Foreplay for me.  I gave him a drink. It was spiked with a bunch of Xanax. He was a big dude with a pin dick. While he thought I was giving him head, I put a castration band on him. The drugs, I knew, would not take long to kick in. He fell like a brick wall. My floor reverberated when he landed. I am tiny, but mighty. I dragged his body to the castration chair, separated the meat from the potatoes. His problem was he was all potatoes. I removed his balls with one swipe of my knife. I used a hot frying pan to seal the wound. I carved up his cock. I did not cut it off. I should have, but I wanted this loser to have a constant reminder that he lacks the equipment to satisfy any woman. This taboo phone sex bitch carved, “Tiny dick loser” into the flesh on his tiny dick. I dumped him in a park and went on to castrate loser number two. It was a busy weekend for me. So many losers in the world, and not enough time in the day.

 

torture phone sex for the drill team

Torture phone sex

Torture phone sex at the drill team’s pool party was all my idea.  I had tried out for the drill team and all I got in return was whores making  fun of me for my bean pool frame and not-so-great dance moves. The popular blonde pictures of the big tits harass me about still having a flat chest in high school. When I tell you the amount of rage that built up in my 90 lb body… 

I hated high school and all I wanted to do was drop out but there were so many sexy teachers and coaches that loved my baby girl pussy. I basically only went to high school for sex. But I soon found out that torture was going to be my career. The captain of the drill team Was putting her makeup on and in the bathroom when I walked in one day. I remember walking over smashing her face into the mirror and laughing the whole time. I got my cunt off for weeks in my torture sex fantasies.

Her poor face was so cut up but after I hit her head on the wall, that concussion made it so she didn’t even know what had happened. It’s a delight for me to be able to smash and pass a teen girl’s face. I only regret that she doesn’t remember it was me. The next little bitch found herself trapped in the bleachers as they closed during a prep rally. She won’t walk again! So that summer I threw a wonderful pool party among the rumors that someone was stalking the popular girls. 

Torture phone sex for the drill team

When I get tired of whores making fun of me Mutilation phone sex happens. And I waited until everyone has a few fizzy drinks tainted with roofies before I filled the pool with cow’s blood. Among the screams And everyone trying to get out of the pool a couple of big tall accomplices with big dicks surrounded us. And you know and all girls pool party and they were tipsy and scared out of their minds They were easy prey. Easy prey that I loved carving satanic symbols all over their perfect perky young chest. Easy pray to have a big daddy fucked them so hard that blood was on their cocks. I spent the night carving faces and bodies and ravaging pussies and ass. It was the best revenge ever.

Fuck my pussy, Killer phone sex desires end in a mess

Killer phone sexHe was ready for killer phone sex with the knife at my throat, pumping into my folds hard with his thick cock. He was having fun, while I was scared – and also having lots of fun – for the end. He’d made it clear, when he cums he’s going to slash my throat, that way he’s cumming into a dying woman. One would think I’d be fighting back, throwing my fists or begging for help. Instead my hips were moving on their own, grinding up and down his thick cock and desiring all the cum I could possibly get. I needed it, I wanted it, I was hoping he’d slit my throat at any given moment so I could feel him shooting deep inside of me while my life left my body. I knew I’d spray bloody glory all over him, I was ready to take that image in with my final breath – or what would be an attempted final breath – and I wasn’t sure if I was more eager to die in a messy way, or feel his hot load enter my cunt ready and denied anything to fertilize. I’d accept my final demise with a horrific moment of cum drenched folds and an aching body. All the pains would flow away, just like his desires would flow into me.

I Like to Be Mutilated!

Sadistic phone sex

I told you that I liked pain and you believed me, promising me the pain that I have always dreamed of. Torture is your specialty, and if I say I like it, then you love it more, and are willing to make sure that I follow through with every act. I told you I liked to be whipped, so you took a bull whip to my breasts and my pussy until I could no longer feel my pussy lips or my nipples. They are red and bleeding, and I cannot touch them per your orders. I detail my fantasy about wanting to be fucked hard until I pass out, and you get me a tall knife to ride. I beg for you to let me go, but you tell me that I said I wanted pain, so I am getting all the pain I could ever want. I stuck that knife deep in my pussy, and you helped me get it all the way in, grabbing the handle of the knife and fucking my pussy hard. I am bleeding out on the floor, so I’ll definitely pass out now.

Gothic phone sex fuckery gets brutal and sexy

Gothic phone sexI like my pizza like I like my gothic phone sex pussy, filled with meat and creamy white bubbly goodness! You may be thinking that’s an odd line, and it would be, if today’s entry wasn’t talking about some fat bitch I kidnapped. See I’ve been force feeding her a lot, planning on cutting her open when she’s nice and thick so me and a guy can have fun seeing if all that extra meat makes her any hotter inside. Fucking on her corpse sounds like it’ll be fun, nice and bouncy, pushy, a lot of meat to grind with my ass while he pumps me full and drenches me in cum. It’ll seem small compared to all the blood, but that white goopy surprise shooting from his cock will be all the more special when it’s the only white left in a gore sandwich of myself, his jizz, and my kidnapping phone sex victim. I know it’s a lot, and that might freak you out, but that’s just who I am. I have no limits, no tricks, no facade, I’m brutal and tempting and always looking for someone to hurt for my own gain. I love the idea of his balls being drenched in her innards while I’m pumped against them. It’ll be a nice warm staging area for a lot of memories to be made. We have to do it while she’s nice and hot though, a cold corpse isn’t nearly as fun to play around with. I like melty goodness, a hot bed, and a guy so ready to blow he has trouble getting it in from the jitters and excitement. The question isn’t am I going to do it, it’s how big do I want her and how much do I want to slice her open. See, if I could keep her alive long enough for multiple guys to enjoy my murder phone sex fantasies.

Evil phone sex leaves me gasping and bleeding out

Evil phone sex“Hah-” I felt his evil phone sex knife pierce my side at the same time he thrust his hard cock deep. I’d been stabbed, deep too, a nice knife wound that’d leave me bleeding out soon enough if he didn’t help me. I got the feeling he had no intentions of doing that though, why save your victim, why spare what you can take away? Another sharp wound had me gasping for air, this one way too close to my lungs and making every single breath agonizing. It was easier not to breathe, easier to let the darkness take me while he used my cunt for his dark purposes. His seed was going to fill me, I knew that, I just wasn’t sure I’d be alive when it happened or if I’d succumb to his killer phone sex. He didn’t need to get me again, the two wounds pooled crimson onto the floor and stained my skin a dark red that contrasted nicely. My only regret was that we were indoors and the moonlight wasn’t reflecting off my aches and pains. “Oh, yes!” I heard him say as he got faster, making each moment all the more painful. I didn’t breathe, couldn’t force myself to go through that even as I panicked. That was until I suddenly woke up, my body forcing air into my lungs despite my request. I couldn’t just die, it wouldn’t be that easy, I had to slowly succumb to his desires and hold back tears with every buck of his hips into my soaked cunt. Every movement a slice deep inside me that got worse and worse and worse with every second. There’s no standard protocol to being cut up, no advice to make things easier, his hands stayed on both handles, using them as something to hold onto while he destroyed my pussy and my body with knife play phone sex. 

Sadistic Phone Sex Man Eater Morticia

Sadistic phone sex brings about your destruction, with Morticia. I am a bitt cannibalistic  when it comes to my menstrual time. All I crave is bloody raw scrotum and dick meat. My vagina has the power to sever and consume your pathetic penis.

You will mistake my lust as being a nymphomaniac. However, in fact it’s a craving more raw. I will take your bareback cock inside of me and consume it. My cunt has teeth and I will sever your sex, with my dark desires. Fuck me hard and deep then scream as I clench and strangle the sperm and fuck meat I side my cunt. Your pleasure of pumping into my cervix will quickly turn to horror.

I will consume you with the most sadistic and primal need.

Sadistic phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Mood Somedays, Most Days

killer phone sexSome days, I am more in a killer phone sex mood. And today was one of those days. I was looking at this brat for weeks. She would give you a boner. Me? She filled me with rage. She was a teen slut. I watched her practice for cheerleading in her back yard. I was out of town, staying in an Air B and B and she was just there. Looking cute and doing cute things. I could see neighbors watching her jump up and down and do some acrobatics that showed off her spankies. No doubt her neighbor men jack off to her. I assume her daddy does too. She was a hot piece of ass. But her youthfulness. Her cuteness just filled me with rage. I know I am not alone. She must cock tease half the neighborhood giving dads like you rape phone sex fantasies for her and girls like her. Well, she will not be doing that anymore. She is officially listed as a missing person. I followed her yesterday and when the coast was clear, I picked her up and drove her into the woods. I was no where near my kill shack since I was out of town, so I improvised. I found a clearing off a 4-wheel drive path. She was drugged, so I had to carry her. If she weighed 100 lbs., I would have been shocked. She came to when she was naked and tied to a tree. I wanted to skin her alive, but I could not bring all my gear with me since I had to carry an unconscious bitch, plus a bookbag of rope and a couple of my favorite knifes. I cut her flesh. Sexually mutilated her girl parts. I thought about making it look like a Satanic kill. But I decided that was too risky since I was staying next door to the whore. If you had been with me, teen rape porn would have been the way to go. I just gutted her like a pig and watched wild animals eat her entrails. Then I carved up her body and fed the rest of her to them too. No body. No crime.  She is just a runaway to the cops. Or a girl stolen for the sex trade. Only you and I know what happened and I know we aren’t telling.

Evil Phone Sex Sadistic Satan’s Mortician – Morticia

You ever fall into Dark thoughts and fantasies that make your cock rage? I think Evil phone sex with a viscous and enchanting dark goddess like me, Morticia is what you crave. Possibly an accomplice experienced with the darkest desires of yours.

Some of the fun sessions with me have been decapitating a bitches head and her daughters. All of this bloody goodness happened while the client paid me to do the bloody sadistic shit while he fucked them. Like I was paid to take a weapon of my choice, and chainsaws are great fun for cutting heads and limbs. So, really he would fuck then and they start to scream.

The screaming of their holes violated as we tied them down first and cut their clothes off. Then I left him to molest and fondle his daughters virginal holes in front of his wife, her mother. I went and lubed up the chains and blade. I return while that whore wife was screaming and trying to break loose as he laughed at her and spit on her and kept fucking that virgin hole bloody.

He had such a nice big cock that I put the chainsaw down and took it into my mouth and sucked all of her innocence that was stolen from daddy’s big fat cock. It was delicious. Then I sat on that bitch and started to dismember the daughter and the head last to watch what mommy got.

Evil phone sex

Evil phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration Play

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone. I do not even own a gun. Honestly, I find a knife to be a better instrument of human destruction. Every victim of mine gets the knife. Maybe I just torture them with castration, or I kill them by evisceration. Either way, I am using a knife. I have thousands of knives. Many I inherited from my grandpa, my mentor. He taught me how to hunt my prey. He told me there is no valor or honor in killing with a gun. A gun requires no skill. It is mostly luck. I was a young teen girl when I helped him castrate a man. That was my first castration, and it filled me with a love for castration phone sex and knives. My grandpa did not kill this man. At the time, I wondered why. But I grew to appreciate his methods. Castrating a man is leaving him with a daily reminder of his sins. It is forcing him to live a celibate life. It takes the wind from his sails and leaves him unable to fuck or procreate. My grandpa’s victim was a P man. He was diddling little girls in the community. My grandpa caught him red handed too when he fucked my first cousin when she was itty bitty. He was a family friend, a pillar of our community. He would be a disgrace if it ever came out what he was doing behind closed doors. My grandpa could have killed him. Should have killed him for his crime was grave and personal. But grandpa told me you do not shit where you sleep. Torture sex, however, when you have something over your victim, is the next best thing. That was an important lesson for a future killer to learn. This man would not say anything about his forced castration because my grandpa had film of him fucking his young granddaughter. Leverage, my grandpa told me, is a powerful motivator for silence. That man never diddled another girl again and he never told the police that my grandpa and me castrated him. Be careful who knows your dirty secrets.

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