Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Gothic Phone Sex Torture

gothic phone sexDo you have Gothic phone sex fantasies? I am a Goth girl. I love old Gothic buildings, books and movies. And I am a huge fan of Gothic torture. I am known for my knife collection and my electric chair castration contraption. I also have a collection of Medieval torture devices. Some very old and worth millions. My grandfather was a collector of the macabre. I inherited all his old torture devices. I have a few favorites include the Pear of Anguish, The Judas Cradle, a Breast Ripper and an Iron Chair. All of them destroyed the flesh and mutilate sex organs. That’s what gets me the wettest. I love the torture sex of male and female sexual organs. I had an annoying pervert in my dungeon last night. I caught him peeping into my window the other night. He is the town peeper everyone has been trying to nab for weeks.

Instead of calling the police, I took matters in my own hands. I used the Judas Cradle on this loser. It is a very barbaric and cruel torture device that ruins orifices. It was fitting for a peeping Tom. I used ropes to lower him down on the pyramid-shaped seat.  It looks like a small metal pyramid on a stick. It’s on a sturdy piece of metal with a three-pronged base to keep it stable. He screamed in pain as I lowered him on it. My dungeon is soundproof. The point is inserted into his asshole, destroying it. I added ankle weights to impale his ass as deep as I could. No doubt he felt intense pressure and his asshole gaping and shredding. It is a slow and torturous death. If I had not added the weights, he would have just suffered permanent damage to his asshole. But he succumbed to rips in the muscle tissue that bled out slowly over hours. I fed his remains to the wild animals. My neighborhood is safe again. My community will just think our town peeper moved on to a different community.

Death trap

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You have a thing for gothic phone sex, and it is going to take a girl like me to push you into actually getting knee-deep into some sinister things. I’m so ready to make you my bitch and make you my victim. I love guys who think they can dominate me because, in reality, they are all pussies. You are home with your wife in the next room sleeping, and you are stuck on me. You men are so fucking pathetic it makes me sick. I love to think about making so-called dominant men my fucking losers.

I will let you think you are the king and you’re my master, but in reality, you are my bitch, and once you realize it, sorry, it is too late for you. It’s a death trap, and your cock looks much better sliced up. I’m so ready to feed it to you, loser.

I am a Hot Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI have become great at accomplice phone sex. I feel like Mrs. Jefferson because I moved on up, LOL. I was so accustomed to being a submissive slave, I never dreamed that I could someday be an accomplice. Do not worry. I am not getting too full of myself. I do not think that one day, I will suddenly be a dominant bitch in charge. I have found my niche as your partner in crime. I met a new guy recently. Super hot and super wealthy. Of course, I wanted to do whatever I had to do to please him and be in his good favor. We were fucking one night and watching some teen rape porn when he admitted he always wanted to kill and fuck a pregnant teen whore. I looked at him like I was Mr. Roarke, and he was on Fantasy Island. I went to the mall and found some redneck teen slut with a bun in the oven. Surprisingly, it was not that hard to do. My new man was pleased with my offering and my initiative. She was scared for her and her baby. She pleaded with us not to hurt her baby, but they were a package deal. I tied her up so he could fuck her pregnant whore pussy. I enjoyed watching him fuck her so brutally that he broke her water. Now, we had a party. I had a brilliant idea. Cut out the spawn in her belly and sell it on the black market. I knew we could make great money selling something so young with good lungs still. I got out my knife and carved up the whore like I was born sadistic. My lover was so turned on. We fucked in the teen whore’s blood as her evil spawn cried. We killed the mama and sold the fruit of her dead crotch. I am loving being the accomplice.

Taboo Phone Sex Whore Even When Pregnant

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is what I live for. I like to party and that brings out my freak side. I have always been a nasty freak. I love rough anal sex. I discovered it when I was pregnant. I was not a good mommy when I had my first bun in the oven. I was doing coke almost up until I went into labor. My husband of course would not give me a dime because he knew I would party while pregnant with our first-born son. I just learned to trade my holes for coke. Men love a pregnant whore. I remember this one encounter where I almost miscarriage. I was in my third trimester and needed coke so badly that I sold my pregnant holes to this this guy I met in a bar. He took me to his house and tied me up. He punched my lactating tits and drank my milk. I was worried he would punch my belly, but he did not go that far. He did, however, use me as his personal ass rape porn star. He tied me up and put me in a very awkward position so he could fuck me. He had me on all fours, but my neck was all twisted and my belly forced close up to my face, so my own titty milk was leaking in my face. He pounded my ass so hard I thought for sure even in my ass he was hitting my baby boy somewhere. My ass prolapsed and my water broke. I was not due for another month, so I thought for sure I would miscarry. He tossed me out in the alley and left me. I had to call 911. I also had to come up with some story about a stranger force fucking me because I was beat up with cum in my ass. It all turned out fine. My son is healthy and happy and now he fucks my ass whenever he wants.

Castration Phone Sex: I May Take More Than Your Balls

castration phone sexCastration phone sex excites me. You would be surprised how many men seek ball removal.  I am a castration queen. I have no qualms about taking your balls on or off the phone. There are many reasons to take a man’s balls. The best reason is to save women from pathetic predators with tiny dicks. I guess you could say I am saving the world one set of balls at a time. Balls are a privilege, and some men just need their privileges revoked. That is where I come in. Sometimes, some pathetic loser will hire me to castrate him because he is too wimpy to do it himself.  Guys that come to me are self-aware enough to know they are either a degenerate pervert or a small dick loser. Elmore is my latest castration client.  I was prepared to surgically remove his balls. He paid me $10,000 for the job. I got some inspiration from torture sex porn, and castration videos. I do not remove balls in a nice clean fashion. If you want your testicles removed with a surgeon’s precision, you do not call me. You call a doctor.  I do research on my clients too. It helps me decide if I want to be humane or inflict as much pain as possible. Elmore is a degenerate who deserved to have his dick gone too.  He is a dead-beat daddy. He collects social security disability for drug addiction and he is a stupid anti-vaxxer spreading stupidity on social media. I would have taken his balls for free.

When he arrived, I got the payment upfront and strapped him to my castration chair.  He asked about all the plastic under the chair. I told him I did not want his blood to splatter on my carpet. I used a castration band to restrict the blood flow, then strapped his cock to the plank I added to my castration chair. I took his balls first, but I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed everywhere, hence the plastic tarp. He whined for a bit before I told him I was snuffing him out too. I went all Jack Torrence on him and chopped him up with an axe. It was hot to watch his body twitch, and blood spurt from his wounds. I felt Satan smiling. God too if you believe in him. No one but Elmore believed he deserved to live. Be careful when you ask an evil phone sex bitch to remove your balls. She just may take your life too.

Faggot With A Death Wish

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He was a faggot with a death wish! Sometimes I get lucky and the perfect victim for medical phone sex! A man who loves nails driven into his ball sack for A red Room Mistress! I get so fucking horny seeing balls tortured in some hot CBT therapy! I told him I would take those balls while nailed to the board and begin with my filet knife and slowly peel the skin from his balls making them ache and bleed like a peeled grapefruit that’s been cut too close to the pulp! He wants to be gangbanged and suck cock all night as I slowly cut all of his body parts off and before I set him a blaze for some roasted long pig he will cum from all the pain and his imminent death! To take up the scalpel again and dissect this worthless fagot filled with cum in his ass pussy and belly would be my biggest pleasure! I am all about torture and death and knife play phone sex of pathetic faggot losers like him, and you! knife play phone sex

Castration Phone Sex

Castration phone sexLooking for castration phone sex? I am a castration specialist. I do not just take the balls. Often I take the worthless dick too. There are too many of you assholes running around loose thinking their packages are the greatest things since sliced bred. I like to bring men back to reality. In my phone life, men call me and know they have worthless dicks and beg me to remove their testicles. In a bar at 4 am, some loser thinks he can take home the Goth girl. I am a predator. I hunt losers, sluts and brats. I have no tolerance for any of them. When this leisure suit Larry mother fucker came up to me at last call, I knew I had my mark. He did not try to roofie me like most men. He had that going for him, but he was still in denial. He had the comb over hair and the white man’s overbite when he talked. He thought he was smooth and he thought I was desperate. I do not need men. If I want to fuck, I will hire a male stud and tell him not to speak to me. Leisure suit Larry thought if I was still alone in a bar at last call, I would fuck whatever schmuck was left. I was just weeding out the losers from the studs. When we got back to his place, I roofied his drink. He was easy to manhandle. I stripped him naked, tied him to his bed and used one of his kitchen knives to remove his nuggets. His cock was average. He was not a total jack ass. He was just a loser with no game and unrealistic expectations. I cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. In the end he thanked me. That was a first from an unsuspecting victim. He will live, but he will never fuck again. He is a neutered pup now. Are you ready to part with your balls too?

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexI am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood.  He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.

Georgia’s Medical Play Fantasy

medical fetish phone sexToday mommy took me to her personal gyno today! She said the big hot men love taking care of girls like me. This makes my excited pussy wet for when they spread me open and place their toys inside of me to see deep into my inside. When I place my feet on those stirups and spread my knees apart, I love seeing the fascination all over their faces as the take tool after tool to give me cuts and see what changes and the moves it makes my body do! Such young smart ones too, they know exactly how to make a girl like me scream. They even had out a whole camera to watch and jerk off to my bloody scream later!

Snuff Movies and Organ Harvesting

snuff moviesSnuff movies are real. People kill and torture others for all sorts of reasons, but profit is the number one reason. The last thing I remember, I was having drinks with a guy at a bar. The next thing I knew I woke up in a very cold room, bound and gagged. I was scared, but I was not alone. There were other girls in the room too. Some alive, some dead. I freaked out. What the fuck was going on? I was not sure. I could see some of the dead bodies. They had open wounds on their stomach and were missing their eyes. It was a gruesome discovery. This was some sort of black market organ stealing. That was the only thing that made sense. Who ever drugged me and brought me here, was selling me for parts. It was an organ harvesting operation. I was so cold. I could not move. I could smell fear and death. Some of the women were crying. I just had to figure out how to survive. We have all heard urban legends about shit like that. Wake up missing a kidney.  I think this was a snuff sex operation, however. They were not going to just take a kidney. They were going to take everything they could from me and leave me for dead. A guy came in and grabbed me and this other girl from the meat locker. They put us on side by side tables and started cutting. No anesthesia. No pain blockers. They just cut into my flesh and took out a kidney as I watched. I was in shock. All the blood. All the pain. I was not surviving this. No one could survive this. I had no idea what pain was until this moment. This was worse than any other fantasy phone sex call ever. One I was not coming back from.