Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Torture Sex with a Plastic Bimbo

torture sexThe bitch deserved torture sex. She went all mean girl on me when we met for drinks. We went to college together, but she thought I would have grown out of my “creepy Wednesday Addams stage” by now. She went off on me. Clearly, she forgot who I was. She changed 180 degrees from college. She used to practice witchcraft with me. She was a fellow Goth girl. Now, she looked like something straight out of the Housewives of Beverly Hills. I mean she is my age, yet I could tell she had plastic surgery and a lot of Botox. She looked like Bimbo Barbie. No clue what happened to her since we last saw each other, but I wasn’t about to let her talk down to me. I spiked her latte drink. When she got drunk feeling, I took her to my cabin in the woods for fun. Along the way, I picked up some dirty hypodermic needles. I know where the junkies hang out. I stripped her naked. She fucking got a boob job. I pierced her shaved pussy with the dirty needles. When she woke up, she started screaming. She was calling me names as expected. I pierced her lips together with more dirty needles. I mutilated her perfect, fake body. I cut her implants out. I sewed her tight bald pussy shut. I pierced her clit too. I love mutilation phone sex calls. Are you ready to help me torture a plastic whore to death?

Torture Sex with The Punisher

torture sexTorture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.

Slice and dice me

torutre sexTorture sex with me is a fantasy come true. You want to slice and dice me while you are fucking me. You see all the blood drip from my skin. The lesions alone turn you on. Watching me get hurt and seeing me scream bloody murder makes you want to fuck me harder. The more I beg, the more you want to be harder on me instead. I know that me being all black in blue in the morning will have you wanting to go for round two. As long as you are happy I am okay with whatever you want from me. I am your victim forever. I might as well accept my role in life from now on anyways. I can’t wait to make you proud. 

Devoted devious deviant

snuff sexThere is nothing I won’t do for you. I will bring you whatever you desire on a silver platter. My goal is to cater to you and your every need. My holes are yours to use and make bleed. I know you love when I fuck a slut up. My devious mind gets you going in every way. I make you so horny and make you ready to pop. I like using whores who are sweet and innocent. I want to ruin sluts for you and your cock. Making a good girl terrible is what I am good for after all. I was given such a gift. I can turn a church girl into a dark whore. Making her crave cock and coke. Making her addicted to your dick is vital. Your little cult pack daddy.

Snuff Sex Revenge

snuff sexSnuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.

Taboo Phone Sex Whore

taboo phone sexWhen you are a taboo phone sex whore, anything goes. In my real life, men know that if they have what I need, they can get away with murder. What they have that I need is cocaine. I am a suburban housewife with a dirty secret life. None of the normal drug dealers will sell me coke anymore, so I need to frequent the more extreme dealers. The ones that make me work for my fix. No one wants to fuck me in exchange for drugs anymore. My holes are too used up. Nothing is tight on me, not even my ass. That means the only way I can get my coke is humiliating myself and putting on a show for the men in power. Last night, Big E wanted an ass rape porn show, but not with cock. He had a series of huge dildos lined up for me to ass fuck. Each one bigger and more daunting than the other. The first couple weren’t bad, but as I moved down the dildo line, they got thicker and harder. One had Ben Gay on it, so I was fucking it while my asshole burned. My eyes watered, but I plowed through it. The one after that had little shards of broken glass super glued on it, so I tore my ass with every thrust. I was bleeding but I had to keep entertaining Big E and his friends, or I would have ruined my asshole for nothing. The last one was so wide, I felt my asshole rip. I have had some big dick inside me, but nothing as thick as the last dildo. Now, it had no glass on it, but it was lubed up with more Ben Gay. My ass was torn and bleeding now, so the Ben Gay hurt a thousand times more than the first time. My ass was ruined. Prolapsed, torn, bloody and burning like a son of a bitch, but I got my coke.

Castration Phone Sex: A Deal is a Deal

castration phone sexDo you have castration phone sex fantasies? If you dream of having your dick or balls lobbed off, you are in the right place. I will not prevent you from mutilating your genitals. In fact, I will egg you on. The problem is that most men with fantasies of getting their balls chopped off, lack the balls to actually do it. That is why guys call me or hire me for castration. I don’t back off. Once you have paid me, your balls are coming off regardless if you get cold feet or not. Jeremy paid me $3,000 to castrate him then tried to back off. Maybe some women would be like oh that’s free money. Not me. They way I view it is if you pay to have your nuts chopped off, you don’t deserve to have them, and you certainly don’t deserve to reproduce. The world doesn’t need another looser. He thought he could fool me by giving me a fake name, but I ran his prints on the money he gave me. I have connections. I showed up at his place last night and did the job I was paid to do. If he would have played by the rules, I would have sedated him and given him a clean cut. Instead, I gave him nothing for the pain and I used a jagged blade. Instead of sealing the wound properly, I used my hair straightener. I left Jeremy in need of medical attention. I will leave you the same way if you try to back out of an agreement. A deal is a deal.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Women

rape phone sex fantasiesGirls like me have rape phone sex fantasies too. No, I am not submissive. No, I am not talking about you force fucking me. Just the opposite actually. Last night, I made my fantasy a reality. I bought this super huge dildo to peg a guy’s ass. I didn’t which guy until last night, but my special large dildo was in my purse just in case I met him.  I did. I knew who he was the moment I heard the way he was talking to his wife in public. I waited and watched. Eventually, he went to the bathroom. It was a dark night club, so no one could make me out from a distance. I walked into the men’s room right behind him, pushed him in a stall. I am scrappy. I had his pants torn off as I was putting on my huge strap-on for some ass rape porn in a night club bathroom. Did I mention, I bedazzled my strap-on with razor blades? When I fucked his ass, I shredded it too. His entire asshole was mutilated. I let him know that I could sever his dick too if I wanted. He was going to need medical attention when I was done, but he could live or die. The choice was his. If he wanted to live, he needed to treat his wife better. If he wanted to die, then he could fight me. He wanted to die. He put up a fight; he started yelling something about no bitch telling him how to treat another bitch. He had an average dick, nothing to warrant his cockiness. Well, he had an average dick until I cut it off and flushed it down the toilet. I left him bleeding out on the bathroom floor. I went and joined his wife at her table. We had to celebrate the gruesome, violent death of her misogynistic asshole husband. No woman will have to say me too with me around.

 

Hotel Torture Sex

torture sexTorture sex is what got him off. I picked him up in a high-class bar. I was dressed respectfully. I was not looking to be a submissive whore. Not that night at least. I thought we had a connection. He was married too, just looking for a little fun on the side. His hotel room was one of the classiest places I had ever seen. Way out of my league, but I knew it was just sex. When I came out of the bathroom, he jumped me and tied me up to his hotel bed. He just kept laughing about what a whore I was because I came back to a hotel with a stranger. I thought he just wanted to fuck. I was not prepared for snuff sex. He put a ball gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t draw attention to his room. He spent an hour doing all sorts of things to my pussy. He fisted my cunt. He fucked me with a 12-inch fat dildo. He stapled my pussy lips to my flesh, so my cunt stayed open. He pierced my clit too. I think I might have died in his room if it had not been for the front desk calling to inform him his wife was downstairs. He untied me and pushed me out the door super fast. I had to pull the staples out of my own pussy causing a bloody painful mess. I should have said something to his wife, but I was afraid he might kill me if I lingered. I ran down the stairwell to catch an elevator. I was a hot mess. I am sure folks in the swank hotel thought I was some druggy hooker whore. I know better than to try to speak out against men as sadistic as he was. It never ends well for me. I was alive and that was all that mattered.

Extreme nipple torment

Torture sex

 

Daddy loves to torture his worthless slut. Seeing me in pain and begging him to stop makes Daddy’s cock really hard and ready to fuck me. Last night he tied me up and tormented my tiny little perky tits and nipples with hypodermic needles. He took one needle and slowly inserted it into my tender little pink nipple while I screamed and tried to wriggle free. One after another, he slowly inserted more needles into my nipples until I had five of them jammed into each tit. When he ran out of room for more needles in my tits, he was ready to fuck me. Seeing my nipples bleeding and hearing my screams had gotten daddy’s cock hard as a rock and he was ready to fuck me now. He slammed in and out of my pussy while pulling on the needles and making them rip through my skin until my nipples were torn apart and my tits soaked in blood.