Category Archive: Ball torture stories

My dark fantasies run darker than most. Most of my fantasies are seeped in reality because I am not the kind of woman who holds back. I am not a people pleaser. In fact, I hate most people. I am not married. I have no brats and I never will. I do not feel the need to have a person in my life. Men are either my victims or my accomplices, but never my boyfriends. I am not a typical woman. I am a sadistic. A mean bitch. A woman who likes to inflict pain. Pain on men, women and brats. Equal opportunity bitch best describes me. I met a man at a bar. I did not really meet him. He met me after I caught him drugging a young woman’s drink. I am not a fan of most women, so why should I care if he is spiking some drunk coed’s drink, right? Because a predator could one day prey on me, and I would have no one but myself to blame if a guy I let go did something to me. I switched the drinks when he was not looking. I gave the girl a signal that all women know when a man is trying to spike drinks in a bar. She played along with me. Watched him stumble out of the bar. In a rare moment, I asked if she wanted to help me. She helped me get him into my car, and we took him to my kill shack. This was not some taboo role play. We castrated the guy. Predators never stop. Prison does no good because they get out and do it again. She agreed with me. She knew I was telling her the truth about the drink meant for her because she saw what it did to him. She is the one who took his balls. I gave her the knife and she did not even hesitate. Not one bit. She took his cock too. I think this drunk coed is my spirit animal and I am going to take her under my wing now. The world needs more women like me.

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