Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Teen Whore Loves Gore

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Can I help it that Hunting knives and garrotes turn my teen pussy on? I love watching the life go out of brats eyes and hearing the last rush of blood in those tiny heart valves. I have to say stray mutts put up a bigger fight than my little lambs to the slaughter. I love little girl panties to strangle them with the most. Yes, let me slice her little body up and then take those pissy panties and break her neck. Josh wanted something more extreme he wanted me to start fucking preggo teen sluts up for him. He wanted to watch as I used a coat hanger and pulled pieces if brat out. Then the smell of my brat soup would make him so rock hard that he would fuck those teen abortion victims. No painkillers her just raw screams. All I cared about was dinner and getting my ass fucked with that bloody big dick of his! Come out come out where ever you are Jezabel wants murdereress accomplice play! Let’s cut and strangle some teen pussy and make brat soup! 

Castration Phone Sex in 2019

castration phone sexIs castration phone sex your New Year’s resolution? It should be if you have a worthless dick. Everyone knows that if a man has a big dick, his father likely had a big dick too. That means if daddy had a small dick, son does too. So, the only way to ensure that small dick losers go away, is castrating them. I wish I could castrate all the small dick losers, but I can’t. What I can do, however, is make sure the small dick losers in my state don’t procreate. Some men come to me willingly to take their nuts; others, I must just take them against their will. I took Troy’s nuts at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s. He didn’t see it coming. We were naked in my living room drinking champagne. He thought he was going to fuck me. No fucking way. He was stupid to think he would get lucky with a one-inch dick.  He was shocked as fuck when he realized I was holding his severed balls in my hands. He passed out at the sight of his blood. I slapped him back awake and shoved his balls in his mouth. I thought about stopping the bleeding because he was making a mess of my kitchen, but I decided against it because he was crying and whimpering like a fucking pansy. He didn’t survive much of 2019. He bled out before 2 hours into this year. I was drunk and that made me careless. I’m rarely careless, so I had to chop his body up in the bathtub and cook his flesh. I ate part of him yesterday, but the rest is in the freezer packaged like hamburger. His bones I boiled to get the flesh off them, so I could grind them up. It took me most of New Year’s Day to clean up the mess, but if you don’t tell, no one will suspect me. He is just another loser no one will miss.

Daddy’s Snuff Slut

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Daddy says I’m his muse. Nothing fuels his sadism more than the sight of me and my tight little piggy whore body, he says. I’ve been conditioned for so much of my life to serve as my daddy’s perfect torture fuck doll. Daddy loves recording all the various ways of torture fucking he puts me through. Sometimes, he’ll sew my lips shut so I can’t scream while he slowly cuts away at my flesh and abuses my cunt. Daddy has sewed my cunnie wide open so that I am always accessible to him.

He had me hold my legs up and wide open so he could get a good look at my young cunt. I was told that if I shed a single tear or if my smile faltered, he would sew my cunt up instead. So, I smiled and giggled as Daddy pulled my cunnie lips back and began suturing and sewing me wide open. His cock quivered as the needle went in and out of my flesh and when he was does, he fucked his little snuff whore over and over again.

12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Continues

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? Chop off your balls, Paul. Cut off your dick, Mick. I love making rhymes for losers who need their junk removed. It is the 12 Days of Castration Christmas. A few days left, and I have been super busy. For every loser I castrate for free, I castrate several for pay. Last night, this rich prick Brock got his balls removed. He was one not by choice. His wife paid me my largest some yet to mutilate her husband’s cheating genitals. Castrate your cock, Brock. He is a boy’s club sort of man. Comes from money, makes money and puts his dick in every stripper and Hooters’ girl across the US. Not to mention, he spends more money on sluts than his wife and son. She wants to stay married to him but wants to make him unable to fuck. Brock is my favorite kind of man to mutilate down below. Self intitled and lacking a desire to be castrated. Wifey asked for a dirty castration too. A healthy bacterial infection between the legs makes a man appreciate what he has more. Wifey let me in the house on a night he was home. She drugged him as instructed. When I arrived, he was not happy. I don’t look like the kind of woman he associates with. I spelled out his dirty deeds. I told him his punishment. He made me a counter offer to mutilate his wife. He pissed me off from the get-go, so his wife stripped him naked and I used his belt to separate his cock from his balls. Normally, I’d use a castration band to dull the pain and stop the blood flow, but I wanted this prick to feel the pain. Loser passed out on me. Saw his blood spurting out while I sliced his nuts off and passed out. When I carved “cheater” on the side on his dick, he woke back up. I used a dirty blade. I didn’t cauterize the wound. If he survived, he would be dependent on his wife to pee. Well, maybe he’ll think before he cheats again.

The 12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Christmas

castration phone sexThe 12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Christmas has officially begun. I am castrating a loser for free every day until Christmas. Normally, I charge 10 grand to take a guy’s loser nut sack. You would be surprised how many guys beg me to take their nuts. Some want a clean castration, others prefer it dirty. Dirty as in catch a nasty infection dirty! I am charitable to a point. My 12 Days of Castration spree will all be dirty castrations. Ted was the first beneficiary of my charity. He has been begging me for years to cut his nuts off, but he just never had the funds to pay me. He is a broke ass loser. His little dick is 3 inches. He can’t even pay hookers to fuck him. He has a dead end job and few friends. I am doing the world a solid by making sure he cannot reproduce. Never will he be a baby daddy. We never needs more sad sacks in the world. I surprised him at his place. The fucking loser had the audacity to tell me to leave. No fucking way. He begged me almost daily for years and now I am going to take his nuts for free and he tells me to leave? I clocked him in the head. Loser went down like a sack of potatoes. I tied him up, stripped him and then tossed some cold water in his face to wake him up. I was holding my rusty knife to his nut sack. The moment he spoke, I sliced his nuts. A dirty cut too. Usually, I would cauterize the wound, but this punk ass didn’t deserve any mercy. I tied a sock around the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out, but he was going to lose some blood and have a nasty scar from the procedure to remind him always of what a worthless piece of shit he is. Merry fucking Christmas.

Taboo Phone Sex Rape Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies consume me. What about you? I was dreaming of being forced fucked by my step-son when I woke up and he was on top of me. A dream is one thing. Reality is very different. His hand was around my mouth. I saw the big ass knife on the pillow next to me. I knew if I screamed, he would slit my throat and my babies would find me dead in a pool of blood in the morning. His cock was ravaging my pink asshole. My ass can never catch a break. After he nutted in my swollen ass, I figured he was done. I should have known better. He is a sadistic guy. He hates me with a passion, so when we have these encounters that are like something out of your rape phone sex fantasies, I never get away unscathed. His fist was the next thing up my ass. He put on a pair of brass knuckles first to increase the pain. No lube, just his cum was all that he said a whore like me needed. I have had fists up my ass before, but never with brass knuckles. As he twisted his fist inside my ass, I felt my anal wall ripping. I could feel the shit and blood mixing together as he prolapsed my ass yet again. I passed out from the pain, but he woke me up with his fist down my throat. All I could taste was a strange mix of blood and shit. I hate my step-son as much as he hates me. I just lack the power and strength to ever stop him.

Serial Murderess Jezabel

snuff pornMy Snuff Porn is shit that Manson himself would have enjoyed! I delight and get sexual pleasure from the death and torture of young women. Slicing a sluts head clean off and making a brain pate’ is not beneath me. Yeah, I know eating my victims seems like I kill Twice but I am on a high protein diet to keep my body strong for killing and fuckable for the men who need a warm pussy to fuck.  French Kiss Her cold mouth as I take your cock in my ass. I don’t mind her skull sitting on my back. I am your Sadistic Evil whore started at a young age, mind you.  Little slutkins were perfect to practice on.  I grew up hurting and letting my brother get his rape fantasy’s in on those cunnies. A couple of those little girls are still missing from years back. They won’t find them because I sold our “Hogs” To the butcher already cut up! The whole fucking town devoured the evidence! Fuckin Manson Got shit on me, Dahmer, Either because this Snuff Whore Won’t ever be caught, Alive that Is! They are my idols only because now people understand that my breed of evil exists and makes my hunts so much more enticing! So sit back and sip some of this blood while I feed you tales of bloody phone sex that will make you cum over and over. Do be careful because I do tend to lure unsuspecting men into my lair. Let me give you a sweet fresh virgin to violate and then my scalpel will work your flesh. Beg me for mercy just like those little whores do when they see the murder in my eyes and your big dick ready to impale holes that never have been touched before. bloody phone sex

Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexChristmas castration phone sex season is my favorite time of year. I think the holidays bring out the worst in men and when that happens, I am there with my knife to teach them a permanent lesson in holiday cheer. I was at the mall over the weekend. Still plenty of time left for holiday shopping. No need to be a dick, but this guy was. I had the last new iPhone in my hand from the Apple store. This jackass grabbed it from me and said he needed it more. It was a fucking phone and this jack ass stole it right out of my hands. Well, that didn’t set well with me. That kind of behavior required a lesson. I followed him to his car, placed my knife against his rib cage, and forced him in his car. I handcuffed him once he was in the back seat. I drove him to a no tell motel where crack whores and junkies hang out. The motel desk clerk is a junkie himself. I gave him an 8 ball to forget he ever saw me. I took room 69 because I thought it was funny. This Grinch was not getting anywhere near my pussy or any pussy ever again. I could have given him some whiskey. But I wanted him to feel the pain of a jagged edge slicing off his balls. This hotel was damp, dark and disgusting. I shoved a ball gag in his mouth and stripped him naked. I saw the fear in his eyes. He peed the dirty bed out of that fear. I laughed as I sliced his balls off. He bled on the dirty bed. I tossed his balls in the corner of the room and watched as the cockroaches descended on his severed balls for a feast. I left him there bleeding out. On my way out, I knocked on a crack head’s door and told him the guy in room 69 needed a fix. I’m sure that loser is now a permanent resident of the junkie hotel. Maybe next time he will think before being a dick.

Christmas Castration Phone Sex Season

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Christmas has begun. The weekend after Thanksgiving, I begin my once a day Castration ritual. It is my way of giving back to society. My special brand of charity helps prevent fucktards from reproducing and in the Me Too era, it empowers women because I am castrating sexual predators too. Don’t know how to use your testicles? Well, then you should not have them. I traveled to another city over the weekend to stalk Damien. Seems he has been living up to his name. He is a privileged college boy who likes to drug coeds then assault them. My guess is his daddy’s money and high-powered lawyer has kept him out of prison even though there have been 12 complaints about the bastard. I decided he needed a charity castration. Neither the law nor the school is going to protect the coeds, so I took matters into my own hands.

I dressed less threatening to lure him. We met at a bar, he spiked my drink when he thought I was not looking, but I am smarter than him and I switched our drinks. He was shocked to wake up tied up naked to my hotel bed. I listed his offenses, gave him a chance to rebut but the little prick was unrepentant.  If he had a least shown some remorse or made up a fake apology, I would have used a castration band and a clean blade. He was a piece of shit, so he was treated worse than cattle. I didn’t even let him do a shot of whiskey. I just used the jagged, rusty blade to chop off his balls. He bled like a stuck pig and cried like a little bitch. I just smiled as I looked at him bleeding out. “Apologize now prick and I will cauterize the wound,” I seethed. Now, I got a fake ass apology, but it saved his life. I took the bottom of a hot pan and sealed the wound. He won’t force his cock inside anyone ever again. Fuck, he won’t have a hard-on ever again. Damien gave me my first set of holiday balls.

Extreme Fetish Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexIt was raining last night. I was on an old dark road. I got lost coming home from a party at a friend’s house.  My car skidded off the road. I hit my head. I got confused and foggy. A stranger helped me, but I passed out. I woke up in a strange house. I had on different clothes. I went to ask where I was and what happened, but my lips would not open. They were sealed shut. I thought they were glued, but he showed me in a mirror. I screamed but no sound came out. He stitched my lips shut. He said he was turning me into a doll, a life-sized sex doll. As my memory came back, I realized I didn’t have an accident. He ran me off the road. He tied my arms above my head. This was extreme bondage phone sex. I was restrained and mute. I knew he couldn’t skull fuck me, but he made use of my other holes. One hole was his favorite. It wasn’t my ass or my pussy. It was my pee hole. It hurt like a bitch. Never have I had anything so large crammed down my pee hole. My urethra was not made for a ten-inch cock. No one’s urethra is made for that. I was crying, ugly crying from the pain. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I couldn’t plead with words, so I tried to plead with my eyes and my body. He was in no hurry to let me go. He poured his Jack Daniels down my pee hole because he didn’t want any germs from a disease ridden skank whore. That is what he said as he force fucked my pee hole, the tiniest hole on my body. I was hoping he would kill me, but he knocked me out and dropped me off at the local hospital. I woke up in a hospital this morning pretty banged up. I was drugged, but I know what happened to me wasn’t a dream. I was peeing blood as proof.