Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Bitch Removes Your Cock and Balls for Any Reason

killer phone sexBeing a killer phone sex bitch never gets dull. And that’s the main reason I like this job. Plus, it makes me look legitimate to the government, you know? Although I make great money doing this, most of my money comes from being a mercenary. People find me on the dark web and hire me to help them kill someone. Or perhaps, they want me to mutilate their junk. You might be surprised what folks pay for. And how much they pay for their dark needs.

Clay hired me to castrate him. He claims that he tried many times to do it himself but always chickened out. Of course, I took the gig. So, a few men I castrate want to be castrated. However, most of my victims got a free junk removal because they pissed me off in some way or hurt someone I know. But a few wimps like Caly understand that their junk causes more problems than it is worth.

Extreme cock and ball torture sex guys want the ultimate CBT. Others know that their micro penises never please women, so why even keep it. And some men prey on young girls and women. They believe they cannot control their sexual urges. Urges that will land them in jail. Personally, I don’t give a fuck why you want your junk removed or mutilated. I only care about the money.

I Love to Castrate Dumbasses

However, Clay’s reason for wanting castrated proved to be a first for me. He already violated his very young niece. Although she is not too young to rat him out to her parents. So, this loser thought that if I chemically castrated him, he would have a sort of alibi for the crime. If his dick cannot get hard or produce any cum, how could he have violated that little girl. Dumbass, his DNA could still be tested. But I did not tell him that.

In fact, I relished the fact that he would lose his junk and likely get arrested too. If you want to diddle little girls, go right ahead and diddle away. But be smarter than Clay. I gave him the castration phone sex he needed and wanted. But not a chemical castration. That would be too easy and painless. I busted his balls. Then I chopped them right off with garden shears. Made a bloody mess of his bathroom. I got the money. All I cared about. However, I guess now he cannot commit any more sex crimes because he will never get hard again.

Come sit on my exam table…

Medical fetish phone sex. I love playing doctor and tonight your my patient. I’m not here to save lives though, in fact, I may end yours. I need to check all parts of you to make sure everything’s working properly which is why I have my tools.

Sit on my chair and lay down, let me hear your heart racing as I listen through your chest. I’ll take down your pants now and grab your balls, “cough bitch” I tell you with a knife in my hand. Now spread your legs, let me grab that shaft and exam your cockhead. I swirl my tongue on the tip and taste your pre-cum. Hmmm something’s off. Let me stroke that shaft harder and see what I can find. You begin thrusting the harder my hand goes. Your so close to cumming but I’m not done yet. The evil side of me wants to chop this thing off but I want to play for a little longer.

I hook you up to an alarm which means you can’t leave the bed, trapping you down. In my hospital uniform I sit on your hard cock, moving my hips side to side. As I’m fucking the shit out of you I check your pulse and your heart is racing.  You see my knife but there’s nothing you can do.  Just as you shoot up my wet little pussy I stab your neck. Lights out sweatheart!

Dark Desires: A Teen’s Twisted Fantasy

Goth teen phone sex

 

What’s up, you filthy fuckers! I’m a goth teen slut, ready to fulfill your darkest home invasion fantasy.

I’m alone in my bedroom, dressed in my tight leather gear, craving some rough action. Suddenly, a dominant stud breaks into my room, ready to take what he wants.

He pushes me against the wall, my body pressed against the cold surface. His hands grip my throat, choking me as he kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. I struggle, but it only fuels his desire.

This isn’t your ordinary teenage romance, you sick fucks. It’s a hardcore BDSM fantasy. He ties me up, spanks my ass, and fucks me hard, leaving me begging for more.

So, you twisted perverts, if you’re into this taboo shit, let’s make it real. I’ll be your submissive teen, waiting to be taken and marked as yours. Let’s create a memory (or nightmare) that’ll leave us both breathless.

Violent Phone Sex Christmas Because It’s More Fun to Spread Christmas Fear

violent phone sexViolent phone sex Christmas has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree? I love to spread fear this time of year. But I am no Grinch. I am not stealing presents from little brats. Instead, I am castrating perverts and men who annoy me. Even men who try to ruin Christmas for others.

Last week, a woman hired me off the dark web. She wanted revenge on her ex-husband who refuses to pay support or help get his brats Christmas gifts. He sounded like a real Grinch to me. So, I knew what I needed to do. Castrate her ex for free. I normally do not kill or torture for free. But I guess I was in a giving mood. The holidays make me want to give back.

She gave me all the info I needed. And I asked her if she wanted me to kill him, but she said no. She just wanted to hurt him and scare him into paying support. So, I paid her ex a visit in the middle of the night. I used the hidden key to get inside. Easy peasy. I found him sleeping. More like passed out drunk. Well, that makes castration phone sex so much easier.

Not All Men Deserve To Have Their Balls

I tied him up to his bed and he still did not wake up. He sleeps nude. Which made it easier too. When I slapped him awake, he thought one of his friends sent him a hooker. I do not look like a hooker. He wished I was one though after I took his junk. I put a castration band around his nuts and just waited as his balls turned blue.

While we waited for that, I encouraged him to help his family out more or I would take his cock and his life too. He deserved to be neutered. According to his ex-wife, he blows all his money on hookers and young sugar babies. Since he can no longer fuck, he can spend money on his brats now.

I made a bloody phone sex mess out of his bed. Although I untied him from his bed, I knew he was in too much pain and shock to come after me.  I spread Christmas fear in him. But his ex-wife sees it more as Christmas cheer. You better watch out men, this wicked butcher knows if you have been good or bad.

Fuck my cold body in Necrophilia Phone Sex

Necrophilia Phone Sex

For my Necrophilia Phone Sex, I draw my inspiration from some of the newer horror movies that have come out. Not the scary parts, but there are a few that have these dudes just boinking the shit out of these “dead” girls. Always wanted to know what it was like.

Just me, completely “lifeless” on the table. You just come up and start caressing my tits, realizing I’m not really dead. Just can’t move. And I know this excites you more. The bulge gives it away.

And of course, fuck foreplay? Why when you can just stick your fuck stick in the hole of your choice, and let whatever fluids accumulate be your lube. No matter what it is.

However, it’s the fear in my eyes because I am conscious of what’s happening. Well, at least for now. Because witnesses talk, right?

Doesn’t mean you’ll stop having your way with my holes though. You got at least a few hours before body temp starts to drop. That’s plenty of time to even carve out some holes for yourself.

 

Castration Phone Sex Because Revenge is So Sweet

castration phone sexCastration phone sex may not be my specialty, but all women dream of castrating some man in their life. Trust me, as a young schoolgirl getting force fucked by daddy and his friends, I thought about biting some cocks off. Same with some of the seedy men who owned me after I ran away from home.

Recently, I got to make my dream a reality. A chance encounter with one of my dad’s poker buddies inspired me. He did not recognize me. When he came into the strip club, I almost had a panic attack. He went rougher on my fuck holes than my father. I grew up, and no doubt look different. I sport big boobs now and platinum blonde hair.

Legally changed my name to Cassandra Alexander so no one from my past would find me. But to be sure he did not recognize me, I flirted with him after my set. If he took my bait, I would bring him home with me. And get my revenge with some extreme cock and ball torture sex. He took my bait. Thought he would. But I needed to be sure he had no clue who I was. I gave him one hell of a lap dance to cock tease him. Wanted him to want to fuck me.

And he did. He begged me to come back to his hotel room. Although, I wanted to get my revenge at my place, I agreed. My plan for revenge worked almost perfectly. Once back at his hotel room, I drugged his drink. Just to make sure he would not hurt me. I waited about 45 minutes before I bit his cock. He got hard, but he did seem out of it. So, I knew the drugs kicked in.

I Love Getting Revenge on My Enemies

After a few minutes of slobbering on his cock, I bit it. Hard too. But I just did not bite hard enough to rip it off. I wanted to do a Lorena Bobbit on him, but I did not have access to a knife. This was an impromptu castration. Seeing him in the club dredged up some awful memories for me. I did take a chunk out of his dick, but I did not sever it like I wanted. However, I did make a bloody phone sex mess.

So, when he passed out from the shock and the drugs, I bit his balls off. That proved easier to do. I put his balls on his chest, so when he came too, he would know what happened. I know it was risky. He could send the cops to the club to arrest me. But I just hoped his shame would not let him admit to the authorities what happened.

So, to give myself an edge over him, I left a note that said go to the police and I will tell them what you did to me as a little girl, and signed it Ella, which was my birth name. I mean certainly if he did go to the police, a good lawyer could get me off on a temporary insanity plea.  I enjoyed biting his junk and neutering him. Now, if I could only find my father.

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Because Death is Too Easy

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex feels right to me. I just love torturing a man’s junk. Too many men thing a woman’s body is there for him to use. Not on my watch. A couple days ago, this fucktard white boy walked into a Goth bar wearing a T-shirt that said, “Your Body, My Choice.” And I decided right then he needed neutered. A man who sports a tee shirt like that has predatory tendencies.

Even if he has not assaulted a woman yet, I knew he would if given the chance. So, I hit on him and took him home to meet my Venus Flytrap. As someone who thoroughly enjoys castration phone sex, I get excited when a potential victim makes it easy for me. This tool came home willingly with me.

I have everything a sadist needs to mutilate a man’s junk. For years, I castrated men on my repurposed death row electric chair. However, I recently repurposed a beaver trap I found near the lake behind my house. If I only knew who set it, I would make him my next victim. I have no tolerance for animal cruelty. But I found it ironic that a man who thinks he owns beaver, lost his ability to fuck beaver because of a beaver trap.

If You Prey on Women, You Will Meet My Venus Flytrap

He found it less amusing. The loser bitched and hurled insults at me while I had him tied up. The beaver trap I find makes castration hurt even more. Plus, he could get a nasty infection from the rusty jaws on the trap. When he saw it, I knew he knew what would come next. And he genuinely seemed scared. But he needed neutered so he would not assault any woman in the future.

He begged me not to do it, but no one has ever talked me out removing a man’s balls. You should have seen his face go ashen white when that beaver trap latched on to his balls. If I did not live in the country, the neighbors would have easily heard his screams. But I do love the sounds of pain men make while I inflict mutilation phone sex techniques on their balls.

Blood splattered all over the floor. He screamed bloody murder. But he eventually passed out from shock. Even though I wanted to kill him, I like to let my castration victims live. I think it’s a far better punishment to live with the knowledge that you will never have an erection again. Death is too easy. And I like to make worthless men suffer for the rest of their lives.

Medical fetish phone sex, the ultimate way to serve cock

Medical fetish phone sex still gives me the chills. I guess it will always send chills down my spine. I really hate when I am the next in line for this sort of thing. The memories I have of being examined, prodded, and probed by strangers haunt me more than most things.Medical fetish phone sex

But I will never make a stink about it. I know I have to be a good girl no matter how scared I am. I can’t disappoint my Master and I feel like if he really knew how I felt about speculums, the torture would ramp up like crazy. I don’t get the fetish, they are just so weird. When a speculum enters me its so cold, it just a different kind of humiliation for me.

I think the most intense Ass rape porn I made with my Master was for those medical freaks. I was strapped in a a medical chair and I had a speculum in every hole. When I felt my ass getting stretched out I was sure they were going to rip me.

The tearing of my flesh it something that haunts me constantly. They ripped me up so that they could sew me back together. All while I had another speculum keeping my throat open. Through out the whole procedure they were fucking my throat. I almost choked to death on cum, I wish I did.

 

Domination Phone Sex Includes Extreme Ball Busting

domination phone sexDomination phone sex goes two ways with a sexy switch. You can be my slave. Or I can be your whore. Although most men want me as their sexy submissive sex slave, a few like a blonde buxom babe dominating them. When I met Ivan, he appeared submissive. We met at the strip club. He wanted some extreme cock and ball torture. However, I could not bust his nuts at the club. Men will not come to see naked girls if they think we castrate patrons, LOL.

So, I arranged to meet Ivan at his place the next day. And I understood the assignment. He wanted his nuts deflated. And he wanted to feel pain. He lost his mistress when she got married and moved away. But I resemble her, so he made me an offer I could not refuse. No skin off my nose if you want your balls busted. It’s the holidays. We all need more cash.

When I arrived at his place, I felt like I was entering a castle. Huge house. More like a mansion. And he had a BDSM room with everything I needed for extreme cock and ball torture sex. It seems to me that the rich fuckers enjoy the kink lifestyle the most. Money can buy you anything. Even ball busting. I sported my stripper heels. And my spiked heels allowed me to kick him in the balls repeatedly until he crumbled to the floor in pain. Just what he wanted.

Extreme Ball Busting Might Be My Favorite Kink

But his threshold for pain seemed out of this world. When he finally hit the floor, I kicked him in the groin some more before I did a little dance on his old hairy nuts. As a self-proclaimed chronic masturbator and predator, he wanted me to neuter him. So, I did. I put a castration band around his nuts while I trampled on his balls. Eventually they turned blue and purple. And they deflated too.

I did not cut his balls off, but I did ruin them. Now, he will have deflated balls for the rest of his life. They may even just fall off his body one day. But do not feel sorry for him. He paid me for castration phone sex. And I just gave him what he wanted.

I am More Than My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, I am His Cash Cow Too

ass rape pornOnce again, he turned me into his ass rape porn star. My son loves to abuse his mommy. But I know he loves me. He needs to stream our sessions for money to support his old druggy whore mother. He had some of that new coke I wanted to try called pink coke. And he joked about turning my face into a cunt for a taste of that new coke. Recently, he got me Botoxed lips. Like huge lips. Pink coke for pink lips, he joked some more.

He let me bury my face in that new primo coke. But, not for long. He yanked my hair to pull me off the coke. Then he skull fucked his mommy whore’s cunt face. But at least I remembered to take my teeth out first. Oh, did I mention he skull fucked me upside down? The blood rushed to my head as I slurped and gulped on his cock. Eventually, he lowered me closer to the floor so he could skull fuck me into it. Oral torture sex. He let me have some skinny powder before I became his punching bag.

My Son Turned My Face into His Cunt

A few punches to my face left me with two black eyes. And his streaming audience loved that because I heard the tips roll in. My face turned black, blue and purple. He loves to give mommy violent makeovers. And his viewers love watching it.  As I showed off my swollen face to the subscribers, more tips rolled in.

He tossed me back down on the floor and sat on my face. This forced me to suck on his asshole. When I did not lick fast enough or deep enough, he began punching me. My tits, my ribs and the side of my face, anything but my sniffer he punched.  After a while of being his punching bag, he told me it was ass sleeve time. And I knew what that meant. I pushed out my pink prolapse for his amusement. Always his amusement. My ass sleeve became his condom. But of course, he zip tied my prolapse first.

However, he did let me snort some more coke before he put a plastic bag over my head. Lucky for me, the plastic bag had some coke in it. As I snorted what coke he put in the bag, I endured more donkey punches to my head and stomach. The plastic started to stick to my face as my oxygen depleted. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he punched the back of my head. I thought I might take my last breath ever with that plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, suffocation phone sex seemed close.

My Boy Gives Me Violent Makeovers

But right as I was about to pass out, he took the bag off my head and let me breathe in some air and more coke. And I could hear the chimes roll in. His audience loves to watch him give mommy a violent makeover. By this time, my makeup appeared smeared all over my face. As he punched my tits and the back of my head some more, I felt my brain cells leave my body. I could see stars at this point. But the coke made the pain worth it.

Just when I thought it might be over, he put another bag over my head. But this time he cut a hole in the bag for his cock. I thought I might get doubly suffocated by the bag and his cock. But he pissed in the bag, forcing me to drink his urine. Of course, he gave me more punches to the head. And my makeup smeared even more on round two with the plastic bag. My mouth became my son’s cunt again as he skull fucked me some more.

Finally, he took the bag off for the second time and pushed my face into the big bowl of coke. And I thought I might inhale it all. But he pulled it away from the bowl so he could contort my body. He bent me like a pretzel. My legs do not bend the way he wanted. But he still forced my legs behind my head. And I felt that pain. My arthritis doesn’t let me get into all those crazy poses.

He Bent My Body Like a Pretzel

He pulled my meaty cunt lips open, and I thought he might fist me. But I did not get that lucky. Instead, he fucked my pee hole. As he fucked it, I took a few jabs to the ribs. But more tips rolled in. In the contorted pose he forced me in, he could pick me up like a bowling ball. And he did just that. He put a finger in my pink prolapsed ass and my cunt and tossed me across the room. I bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor.

As he pondered where to cum, he fist punched my face. He calls it beating mommy beautiful. I took some more punches to the ribs too. Finally, he came all over my face which had already turned various shades of black, blue and purple. My eyes swelled shut to the point that I could not see. But once my violent makeover concluded, he gave me the rest of the big bowl of pink skinny powder. My boy loves me. He just needs me to be his cash cow sometimes.