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Castration Phone Sex Neuters Misogynistic Men and Shuts Them Up

castration phone sexCastration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.

Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.

So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.

Incel Men Need Neutered

I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.

I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.

Your Body MY Choice

I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.

The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.

So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.

Roleplay Phone Sex Where My Ass is The Best Pussy

Roleplay Phone Sex and abandoning all hope. I’m Geneva, a dedicated ass whore who has long since abandoned the idea of vaginal sex.
Consequently, my pussy remains completely unusable and ignored. In fact, I find no pleasure in it compared to the raw intensity of my backside.
So, for me, the real thrill lies in ass fucking. It’s the way my tight ring beckons for a deep, punishing pounding. Moreover, one that stretches me to my limits.
Therefore, I crave the most aggressive positions of pure submission. Thus, specifically demanding to be taken doggy style. Just so my rear is fully exposed and accessible.
So, while you hammer into my depths, destroy me. In fact, I want you to wrap your leather belt tightly around my throat.
Consequently, strangling me until my vision blurs and my breath hitches. Furthermore, the combination of oxygen deprivation and ass fucking is the greatest high.
So, don’t be shy. It’s the violent thrusting into my ass that drives me into a primal frenzy. Finally, I want you to fuck me hard and without mercy. Ultimately claiming my hole until I am completely broken and filmed ass rape porn.
Let’s make a killing with my bimbo body with a film that will fill the bank.
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Taboo Phone Sex Sometimes Makes Me the Accomplice

taboo phone sexPerhaps you could say I specialize in taboo phone sex. The vanilla shit doesn’t cut it anymore for me. I’ve been a dirty whore way too long. And a drug addicted one too. I think the cocaine brings out my submissive side. But sometimes the right person can bring out my submissive side too.

I met a beautiful Ebony goddess over the weekend. A young, beautiful black girl on a quest for revenge. I think she saw in me someone she could manipulate easily. She looks like the kind of beautiful woman who gets whatever she wants easily. And she wrapped me around her little finger. She picked me up in a bar and promised me some cocaine. But she needed my help with something. I thought perhaps she just wanted me to eat her beautiful black pussy all night long. That girl gave me a serious case of jungle fever.

But she needed an accomplice phone sex partner to get revenge on her ex-wife boyfriend who unleashed a few sex tapes. And those sex tapes ended up all over the Internet, hurting her business. I’ve never understood it, but the woman always loses when a disgruntled ex weaponizes a private sex.

Sometimes, I Luck Out and Get to Be the Accomplice Instead of the Victim

So, I helped her castrate her ex. Normally, I’m the victim not the accomplice. But this woman wrapped me around her finger with her beauty. She didn’t even need to promise me a big bag of cocaine. The promise of licking her Nubian princess pussy would’ve sufficed.

But she told me how to set him up. And I did just that. I lured him to this crack motel. He thought he picked up just a regular hooker on a street corner. But I lured him back to this hotel to fuck. And I would be his last fuck ever. Because you can’t fuck without your balls men.

I felt like such a femme fatale because I put poison on my lips. When he kissed me, he passed out. But I woke him up with smelling salts and he found himself naked and tied to the bed with his beautiful black ex-girlfriend standing between his legs with a very sharp blade.

I told him his actions come at a price. And that price would be the loss of his balls. Once something’s on the Internet, you can’t take it back. You can demand stuff be taken down, but it’s been seen and it’s never truly gone from the Internet. So, he did ruin her career. But ultimately, she got the last laugh. She ruined his sex life when she found the right vulnerable, needy woman to help her neuter her vengeful ex. And he deserved castration phone sex.

Castration Feels Like the Right Punishment for So Many Men

I don’t get to castrate too many men. So, I channeled all that energy and anger over the men who’ve taken advantage of me over the years and put that into severing his ball sack. I did not think that much blood would be involved. But his testicles splattered my face. Not with jizz this time. With blood. We used a hot curling iron to cauterize the wound. We could smell his flesh burning as well as his pubes. Nasty smell. But he wouldn’t bleed out.

While he laid in one of the No Tell Motel beds recuperating from his painful ball removal, I ate his ex-girlfriend ‘s beautiful black pussy. And I made her cum all over my face several times. Now that’s a better smell than burning flesh and pubes. She did not disappoint me. She gave me her body, a big bag of cocaine and a wad of cash for helping her. Why can’t I find accomplice jobs like this more often. I think I enjoy being the accomplice more than a victim. But beggars can’t be choosers. So, I know I will continue to do anything for cocaine.

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Mutilation Phone Sex is a Good Tool to Knock Mean Girls Off Their Pedestals

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at. Nobody takes more time to thoroughly mutilate a victim like me. It’s because I get off on the torture. Although I do kill people quickly out of self-preservation, I prefer to torture for hours before I put some loser out of his or her misery. And I’m armed with all sorts of sharp instruments that make perfect accomplices for mutilating a body.

Last night, I just felt in the mood to fuck someone up. And in walked this vain drunk coed home for summer. She did not realize she entered a Goth bar. She started insulting my people and got herself kicked out. How does somebody that young become so mean. She started telling girls they looked like ghosts or a corpse pulled out of its grave. She said some mean things even for me. Although I might seem like a mean girl to my victims, I’m really a nice person. I would never insult somebody for their looks unless they deserved it.

Carving a Bitch Up Quickly Takes Her Down a Peg

I didn’t want to kill this girl. However, I wanted to explore some torture sex options with her. So, I followed her home. Normally, I might stalk my prey more, but I suspected that she lived alone in this little studio apartment in the bad part of town. Just some broke ass loser, girl who likes to insult others to make herself feel better about her pathetic existence. Most coeds stay with their parents during the summer break. But either this girl burned her bridges with her parents or she cut them off. Either way it didn’t matter. Nobody could save her now.

I broke into her apartment easily. Honestly, I think my kill shack in the middle of the wilderness smells better than her apartment. I used chloroform so that she wouldn’t scream for help. I needed to get the ball gag in her mouth and tie her up before she woke up. When she did, she found herself strapped to her coffee table, naked. Although she seemed awake, I don’t think she comprehended the severity of the situation. She still ran her mouth. Muffled but I could still hear, “you bitch,” through the ball gag.

Carving Up the Flesh on a Mean Girl Feels Right

I pulled out my knife and carved ugly on her forehead. It will leave a scar and serve as a constant reminder that actions come with consequences. I wore an executioner’s mask so she could not identify me and I never spoke. However, I don’t think she knows who I am. I blend in with the woodwork even as a goth girl in public spaces. And that’s because I know how to become invisible when I need to.

And I carved Cunt on one breast and whore on the other. Good luck explaining that to future lovers. This girl needed kicked off her pedestal. She felt too high and mighty for living in a studio apartment. Major attitude. However, I think I took a little bit of the fight out of her. Having a sick bitch carve into your flesh can feel exhausting. And I carved up just about every inch of her flesh. A one point, she begged me to kill her.

But I did not want this to turn into a snuff porn. This was revenge torture. Revenge for being a self-entitled little mean bitch. Now every time she looks into a mirror, she will see the scar in the letters UGLY. And she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Maybe that’ll force her to be nicer to others. I doubt she will show her face in public again. And she might go to the cops, but I don’t care. I feel safe because no doubt that little bitch made a lot of enemies over the years. Hopefully, I’ve slowed down her reign of hell.

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Greatest Foreplay

Mutilation phone sex is my dark passion. I’m Morticia, a goddess born of shadow and flame. Therefore, a satanic witch whose hunger is fed only by the sight of flesh torn and blood flowing.
So, I stand in my obsidian chapel, the air thick with incense. Moreover, the chamber fills with the low chant of damned souls.
So, I summon my first victim—a strapping knight whose armor gleams like a lie. With a flick of my wrist, the sigils etched into the floor flare crimson, and his steel gauntlets melt away. Essentially, revealing raw skin that shivers under my gaze.
Next, I lift the jagged athame, its blade black as a void, and draw it across his throat. Most importantly, not to kill, but to carve a deep, smiling gulf that spurts hot blood onto the stone. Therefore the blood of Snuff sex fuels my darkness.
So,the knight gasps, eyes wide, and I laugh, a sound that rattles the rafters. Next, as I press my palm into the wound, I feel the warm pulse throb against my fingers.
Next, I turn to a trembling maiden whose hair flows like midnight silk. So, I bind her wrists with chains that hiss as they sear. Then I take a pair of rusted shears and snip the tendons of her ankles, one by one. Therefore, listening to the soft snap as each fiber gives way.

Mutilation Phone Sex is Something That I Dream About

Consequently, she collapses, a broken doll, and I straddle her chest. With nails sinking into her breasts, tearing away the soft tissue until the ivory ribs peek through. Now, slick with my own dark ichor.
Afterwards, I summon a circle of acolytes. Now, their robes are soaked in the sweat of fear. Therefore, I lay the knight and the maiden side by side.
Alas, I raise an obsidian chalice, fill it with the mingled blood of the two.  Accordingly, I drink, feeling the power of their suffering surge through my veins. This is how I love Sadistic Phone Sex so.
So, the chapel shudders, the walls bleed black. Ultimately, I, Morticia, revel in the symphony of screams. Essentially, the suffering, for each torn limb and shattered bone, is a hymn to my satanic glory.
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Snuff Sex is The Best Use for My Hot Ass, My Destiny

I am Geneva, and I live to be used in Snuff sex situations. Obviously, my hot ass is prime for brutal butt fucking. However, that’s only the appetizer.
So, the real darkness I crave runs much deeper.
Here, I lie on the cold vinyl bench, chest heaving, the bar digging into my lower back while I wait. Max’s heavy footsteps approach. He stops above me, massive and commanding.
“Ready for your workout, pet?” he growls.“Yes, Sir. I need to be worked.”
So, he tears my yoga pants off in one sharp pull. Therefore, cool air kisses my bare ass.
Then, he slaps both cheeks hard and spits directly on my hole. Next, he shoves three thick fingers inside my ass without warning. Of course, I cry out and push back, greedy for the burn. All as he twists and fucks them deep.
Finally, he yanks them free. Following that, the thick head of his cock presses against me. Ultimately slamming in with one brutal thrust.
Therefore, I scream as he starts pounding my ass hard and fast. With hips slapping against me.“Strangle me, Sir,” I beg, voice breaking.

Snuff Sex for Hot Ass and Strangulation

Then, “I want to feel you while I can’t breathe.” Next, his hand clamps around my throat.
So, he squeezes. Leaving my vision to tunnel while he rails my ass even harder. Just as the edges go black, he releases.
Quickly, air rushes back, and I cum violently.  Undeniably, my body shaking around his cock.
But, Max doesn’t stop. In fact, now he chokes me again, fucks me deeper, and growls that my tight hole belongs to him.
Therefore, so turned on, I reach down and rub my clit frantically. Now, the second orgasm crashes through me. Meanwhile, he buries himself to the hilt and floods my ass with hot cum.
When he finally pulls out, his load leaks down my thighs. But I stay bent over the bench, panting, already aching for more.
Snuff play and hardcore butt fucking are my true calling. Max gives me both without hesitation.
He knows exactly how far to take me and always brings me back. I clean up slowly, already counting the minutes until our next session.
Honestly, I live for that violent edge where I can barely breathe and still beg for more.
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Cannibalistic Mutilation Phone Sex Party of The Year

I’m Morticia, and I am a Gothic Sadistic whore. Mutilation Phone sex is really a lot of fun. After all, I like to play with my food first. Then it’s cannibalism pleasures as I indulge in the delicacy of pleasure and bliss, blood and gore galore.
The forest yields such sweet prey tonight. So, I found him camping alone. Stupid man. Beautiful man.
Therefore, I drag him to my cabin by his hair. He whimpers. I laugh. My knife had already opened his cheek. Just a taste. A sample.
Once inside, I strap him spread-eagled to my butcher table. Of course, his chest heaves, and his cock twitches. They always get hard. Fear does that.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my blade down his sternum. So, the blade isn’t going deep, not just yet. Moreover, just enough to bead crimson along the trail. “So eager to feed me.”
Then, I slice his nipple first. Of course, he screams. But I pop it in my mouth like a treat. Then I chew slowly while staring into his eyes.

Mutilation Phone Sex Feeding My Cannibalistic Hunger

Meanwhile, my free hand works between my thighs. Ultimately, the blood trail now leads downward. So, I carve spirals into his abdomen. Each cut makes my pussy clench. While each scream makes me wetter.
Soon, I climb onto the table. Just to straddle his face. Ultimately, let him taste me while I work. Next, my knife removes his ear. Then the other. Pretty souvenirs for my collection.
Now, his tongue still works despite everything. So, I grind against his mouth. Cum twice before slicing his throat.
Oh, the warm spray paints my breasts. Therefore, I lick what reaches my lips. Then I begin the real feast.
Now, I take my time with carving him up. Essentially, perfect cuts from his thighs. Oh, how his liver comes out still warm. So, I eat it raw while fingering myself. Mmmm…The copper taste on my tongue pushes me over again.
My basement freezer fills nicely tonight. Enough meat for weeks. Enough blood to bathe in.
I’ll hunt again when the hunger returns.
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Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.

Castration Phone Sex : The Lust of the Greatest Evil

The operating theater gleams under surgical lights; the castration phone sex procedure is about to begin. So, I’ve dimmed them to an amber glow. After all, it’s more intimate this way.
So, my victim strains against the leather straps, chest heaving, eyes wide above the gag. Nonetheless, he’s been begging for hours. In fact, I prefer them conscious.
So, I pull on my long black surgical gloves—the latex snaps against my wrists satisfyingly. And my surgical gown flows around me like a shadow. The mask and goggles go on last. Safety first, darlings.
“Let’s begin.”
So, I trace his cock with a scalpel, feather-light. Of course, he whimpers pathetically. Such a pretty sound. So, I make the first incision at the base, cutting through skin and fascia in one smooth stroke.
Slowly, at first, blood wells up, dark and thick. Next, I part the tissue with forceps, revealing the structures beneath.
Now, his screaming intensifies as I expose the corpus cavernosum. Therefore, I work methodically, clamping and cutting the dorsal arteries.
Moreover, the cock loosens from its attachments. So, I sever the urethra with a wet snip.
He bucks against the table, tears streaming. Now, I hold his severed member up for him to see.
“Look at what you’ve lost.”

My Castration Phone Sex is Brutal

Now for the prostate. First, I make a perineal incision, digging deeper through muscle layers. So, his pelvis jerks with each cut. Next, I find the gland—walnut-sized, firm—and dissect it free from the bladder neck and urethral stump.
Therefore, more clamping. More cutting. Until the gland comes away in my forceps, dripping.
He’s gone quiet now. Essentially, shock is settling in. And, blood pools beneath him, dripping off the table edges.
Finally, I arrange his cock and prostate in a specimen jar, preserving them in formaldehyde. Simply, a keepsake for my collection. Now, his breathing grows shallow, irregular. The blood loss will claim him soon.
In the end, I strip off my gloves and photograph my work—
Exhibit ※1: the empty wound, ※2: the jar that houses the keepsake, ※3. The ashen face of my victim…
Until next time, my darlings.
⁓♥♡ Morticia ♡♥～
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Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.