Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Snuff Porn Death Scene

snuff pornHe told me he wanted to put me in snuff porn. I needed the money, and I did not grasp yet what he was taking about because I was jonesing for my next fix. I thought I was at a temp modeling agency, but this agency was much more sinister. The guy I interviewed with was a sex trader who sells women on the black market. He did not have a job for me. He had a buyer for me. I just had no clue, until it was too late. I was in this dark room waiting to meet who I thought was my co-star. He was my captor and executioner. This was like Hostel. Women were duped into auditioning for their deaths. The guy came in wearing a black mask. He told me I was a piece of trash and a worthless junkie whore. He thought I was some street junkie who had no family who would look for her. I am a suburban housewife with a secret life. A secret life that was going to get me killed. He had all sorts of knives and devices that could cause fatal harm to me. He was into torture sex. He flunked out of medical school, but since he comes from money, he can buy his fun and fund his sick education. He started slicing my skin, peeling it off my body so he could see my veins and the blood pulse through them. The pain was immeasurable. I had never felt anything like this before. Surely, I was about to die. Die a horrible and painful death. I was tied up in his chair, skinless. Every nerve in my body exposed for his macabre experiments. I was going into shock when he doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire. I felt like I was in hell. I wished I were because that would have meant I was dead already. What are your snuff phone sex fantasies?

Medical Torture Sex

torture sexTorture sex is what I was there for, or so I thought. We had agreed to some rough sex, even hardcore anal. I even agreed to some minor, burns, cuts and physical abuse. I was duped. They lured me to this abandoned house in the middle of nowhere to harvest my organs. This was snuff not torture porn. I saw the instruments and surgical bed. Then I saw all the coolers. I was strung up wide awake watching a surgery on another dumb whore who fell for the same scam. They put her under but carved her up. No way she was surviving. They took all her vital organs. They even took her eyes. I was terrified watching this brutal dissection, especially knowing that I was next. I was kicking and screaming. I was going to fight being chopped up for parts. When a guy came to prep me for my dissection, I chomped his ear off. I was like a rabid dog and I was not going down without a fight. I gave the guy a struggle. I took his ear, but he managed to get a needle in me. The next thing I know, I am on a surgical table and a man is operating on me. I woke up while I was cut open and hands on my organs. I was paralyzed. I was awake in my own worst nightmare. They were weighing my organs and talking about how much money they would make harvesting a healthy woman’s organs. When they saw my eyes open, they teased and taunted me. Called me names and told me my death would benefit folks in a way me living never could. It was a hot medical fetish phone sex role play. I am hoping that someone else will sacrifice my life in the same way. I can die nobly.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are the best. I am a kinky bitch. I always have been because I like to party. I was partying with these guys the other night that promised me coke for every freaky thing I did. They wanted me to mutilate my ass hole. They gave me a huge baseball bat and told me to sodomize myself. They dangled a big bag of coke in front of my face, so I shoved that bat up my asshole with no lube. I was high and not feeling much pain. I did prolapse myself, so I took my coke and left. They were disappointed. I just did not realize how much until they busted into my house late at night to fuck me some more. This time I was not as willing. They were not trading favors anymore. They broke in and had a plan. They were going to take me against my will. They tied me up to my bed and took turns fucking my ass, which was still sore. They joked about shoving my prolapse back inside me. I was crying and begging for them to stop. I mean I do have home invasion phone sex fantasies, but this was too much, even for a dirty anal whore like me. I was tied up. Nothing I could do. I had no negotiating power. They fisted my ass until I was shitting and bleeding on myself. They wanted to pay me back for cutting them off before they all came. They zip tied my prolapse and put Ben Gay on it. I was screaming in pain and I am a pain slut. A certain amount of pain makes me wet. Over that and I am pleading for mercy. They abused my prolapsed ass all night. Left me tied up covered in my blood and shit for my sons to discover when they woke up.

Georgia’s recent medical fun

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I’ve recently become informed in medical fetish phone sex! Oh my god it’s so hot and so fun! Being creative of all the fun and sadistic things you can do! Having a little girl like me as a patient or accomplice, we will have loads of sadistic fun together! It won’t just stop their either. I’ll take it as far as we can go with all the nasty and scary situations I put myself into. Aren’t you ready to hear about the true painful torture of such a hot tight body? Dominating someone like me or using me to dominate another poor little girl as we rip into her precious body seeing all the torturous things we can get away with on doing to her precious body. Let me be your sexy nurse while we bring some little ladies in for you to play with! Roleplay with me and make the hot fantasy come to life with my moans and screams baby!

Cowboy killers

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Cowboy killers are the term used for full flavor cigarettes that ranch hands smoke. Its a slow death but I can get behind that! I want to kill you slowly by my knife cutting into your flesh and bleeding you out slowly.  I do smoke and enjoy using my smokes to burn your balls and thighs if I am so inclined and I am inclined all the time. I am sadistic and twisted in my desires to hurt you. I believe that some men need a little castration after masturbation. And my snuff whore heart always takes it to the extreme and wants to kill you by the blade of my knife. Are you balls worthy to stay on your body? Have you been evil enough? Perhaps you should bring us a nice young play thing and I will let you keep you balls. Then again I am a ball slicer and dicer, I wouldn’t want to cut them off just yet when its the perfect canvas for pain! Are you down to accomplice with me or would you prefer my own sick and twisted torture on your body? 

With all my demonic hate, 

Jezebel,

the murder phone sex fantasies queen of the night!

Anal Torture Sex

Anal torture sex is something I am no stranger to; however, it is mostly men who are administering my anal punishment. I fucked over the wrong bitch apparently. I did not even know I had done it either. A couple weeks ago I met a hot man at a club. He had no ring on his finger and he forgot to mention a wife. I thought he was single and just looking for a one-night hot encounter. I was half right. I was at a different club last night and met this cool chick. Well, she was cool until I realized it was a set up. She spiked my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in her basement. She was yapping about me banging her husband last week and I tried telling her she had the wrong woman. She showed me a picture of her man, and I realized he had failed to mention the fact that he had a psychotic wife at home. She did not believe me when I said I did not know he was married. She had done her research on me. She knew I was a sugar baby and a GFE to married men. She would not have believed me if I protested more, so I just apologized. She took a baseball bat to my ass. She put a ball gag in my mouth to muffle my screams. I think her husband, the man I fucked, was upstairs clueless that his crazy wife was extracting revenge in their basement. She pushed the baseball bat up as deep as she could until it bottomed out and I shit myself. My asshole came out with the bat. I was prolapsed. I was bloody. I was shitty and I was sorry. I was verbally sorry to her for fucking her man. In my head, I was just sorry she was a crazy bitch who exacted revenge with ass rape porn.

Snuff Movies and Castration

snuff moviesWant to watch snuff movies and cuddle? Okay, I could not even type that without laughing and doing a hard eye roll. I do not cuddle. You know what else I do not do? Play the victim. Some loser called me this week because he wanted to work out some aggression on the woman who just dumped him. I was like nope. You cannot make me a victim. He told me to shut up. I hung up on him. He kept calling back. Finally, I answered again and  the loser was still cursing at me. I was very clear that I am not the woman for his rape phone sex fantasies unless he wanted me to be his accomplice, or he wanted me to force fuck him. He kept trying to dominate me. And I kept blocking him because I am no one’s bitch. Never have been never will be. Since he would not play nice with me, I took his nuts. I took his cock. And I took his life. It is not my fault if some loser cannot tell the difference between a sadistic and a victim. It is not my fault that he does not read my bio or my blogs. I do not care how much you pay to talk to me; I will never be your victim. I do not play well with others, especially dumb asses like the loser who called me to force his pathetic wiener on me. I made sure he knew that his girlfriend was smart for dumping his pathetic ass. I have his address. I have enough information to find him on social media and find his ex-girlfriend. Would not be the first pathetic caller I hunted down and castrated in real time. You dumb fucks. You do not try to dominate me without repercussions. You are my victim, or I am your accomplice. Nothing else.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Weapon of Choice

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my poison. When I have any weapon to choose from, I pick a knife every time.  Knives require skills. Knives make the fight fairer and I like a good fight. A woman with a gun is no fun. One pull of the trigger and the victim is dead. I like to prolong the imminent death. The thrill for me is in the hunt and the torture. I never just stab without some foreplay. My knives allow me to perform a variety of tasks too. I can cut. I can castrate. I can inflict pain. I can gut. I can kill. One instrument, so many ways to have fun. This weekend, my knives were used for castration phone sex. Nothing I enjoy more than taking a worthless pair of nuts. I caught this guy spiking girls’ drinks when they went to the bathroom in this bar I was at. I knew then he was my target for the night. I was not his type, but once I warned the other girls subtly, he was left with me. I got my inspiration from this movie Promising Young Woman. I am never a victim. I will protect other women though from predatory assholes. This looser was a short fat fuck. These women, myself included, were well out of his league. I acted drunk, but we never made it to his place. I took his balls in his car. Okay, I did more than take his balls. I gutted the predator like a pig. I took his balls while he was still alive though, so he would feel the pain. I taunted him with his balls too. I shoved them in his mouth while I turned him into a snuff porn star in his own car. I took his balls and killed him all with knives. One predator down, many more to go.

 

Gothic Phone Sex Castration

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are making a comeback. Horror, death, and romance make a great fantasy trio. I am a Goth girl. I am dark and brooding like some male protagonist in a Gothic novel. I think more like a man, except when I am wielding my knife under a pair of nuts. There is this old castle on the outskirts of town. It has a unique history and is rumored to be haunted. The guy that bought the castle is turning it into a bread and breakfast, but before he does, he offered a night in the castle to ghost hunters and horror fans. I was in. I paid for my night, along with thirty others. I brought my knife. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Fuck, I am not afraid of anything. I was ready for what ever scares they had coming my way. This loser would not leave me alone. Some rich bastard with a hardon for Goth girls like me. The castle had no power yet. We each had a lantern with a low light as we navigated the huge castle. We were locked in for the night. We surrendered our phones when we entered. Sadly, I busted no ghosts. I did, however, bust some loser’s nuts just like I do on a castration phone sex call. This guy would not leave me alone, so I castrated him in a dark, damp castle. I had no soldering pen to stop the bleeding. I used my hair tie as a castration band to show I had some humanity. The castle was so vast, no one heard his screams. I knew if they did, the other 28 folks would think it was sound effects of a haunted house. I could have killed him. I should have killed him because it would have added to the mystery around this ancient Gothic castle, but I would have been a suspect. I decided to just castrate him and rob him of his horny desires. Men rarely report when a woman assaults them. He was bleeding and in pain, but he would survive. He can always say a vengeful spirit ripped his balls clean off and people will believe him.

Snuff movies and good sex

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I have always been a wild one, and I never was prim and proper. I’d hate to be a boring whore. I like to snuff movies, hot sex, and tons of coke and vodka. My idea of a good time does not remember anything but the best fuck ever. I can be wasted and high of my mind, but if I am having a great time and getting good cock I will remember my orgasm precisely. I like to be so deep in my haze state that I get a cock to fuck me. That’s so good that I cum the hardest ever, and it’s ingrained in my memory. My tight little pussy craves torture and craves to be stuffed. I love to be submissive to men and dominate women. There’s nothing I love more than that. I enjoy being the whore that completely ruins women and bow down to men as she should. I want to be able to fulfill all my naughty desires.