Category: Medical fetish phone sex

The Brain Surgeon

Sex With Dead Bodies

Strapped to a table, I struggled against the restraints. Even my head was stuck in place. I could tell that I was naked, because the metal table was cold against my bare skin. Then I saw him. A tall, slender man wearing a surgical mask and scrubs. He took his gloved finger and ran it slowly up my thigh. He picked up a strange looking tool from the counter with a cylindrical blade. Realizing what it was, a circle saw, I started getting really worried. The buzzing made me scream out in fear as tears rolled down my face. Straight through my hair and skin, he drilled a large hole right in the top of my head. Blood spurted from the wound as my life left my body. Then, taking a large knife, he made a decent sized incision in the center of the whole to simulate a wet pussy. Barely able to contain himself any longer, his hands shook as he guided his throbbing cock into my squishy brain. Harder and harder, he humped my head until he was done emptying his balls into my cranium. His cock and abdomen were covered in blood when he pulled out. Unfazed, he put his pants back on and dumped my body on the side of a desolate highway.

Castration Phone Sex is My Fav

castration phone sexWhen guys ask me what my favorite kind of call is, I never hesitate when I say castration phone sex. It might surprise you how many calls a week I get for this. I’m prepared too. My grandpa ran a prison. When it was shut down and merged with a new modern prison, I inherited some memorabilia. My favorite is the old death row chair. If this chair could talk! It would tell a tale about lots of men needing their nuts removed so they wouldn’t get their lives erased. If you made P men eunuchs, perhaps their urges for little ones would be harder to act on. If you lobbed off the balls of murderers perhaps they wouldn’t feel the need to kill so often. Testosterone makes men crazy. If you castrated men who attack women because they know they can’t get fucked without force, perhaps they wouldn’t be about to get it up to do the deed. If men with naughty desires came to me first, I could solve the problem of overcrowded prisons. Of course, there are just tiny dick losers and pain sluts who can benefit from junk removal too. This former death row chair is now a castration chair. Straps used to stop a prisoner from convulsing, keep you from seizing from the pain. The little cup underneath designed to collect the piss and shit a prisoner leaves when exiting this world, collect your testicles now. The plank for bracing limbs when a prisoner’s body goes into shock from electrocution, separates your cock from your balls for me. This chair has the souls of dead criminals in it. Now it has the blood and tears of losers who don’t deserve their balls.  I have the sharp knife, castration bands, booze, mouth bit and soldering pen. You just bring your worthless balls. I’m ready for taboo phone sex. Are you?

Snuff Porn Cannibalism

snuff pornI don’t just watch snuff porn. I make it. I had fun recently making a cannibalism snuff film. Yeah, that is a thing. Lots of men fantasize about eating the flesh of sexy young women. Well, sometimes women fantasize about spit roasting men over an open flame until he is a nice golden brown. Spit roasting means two things: it is a gay term when a fag gets fucked in the ass and mouth at same time. In my dark world, however, it means barbecue. I invited some sexy female pals over the other night for my first official BBQ of the season. The main course was a pig from New York City. An investment banker who defrauded several of my good friends out of a lot of money with some bogus investment scheme. Stupid as fuck. He came over thinking I wanted to invest too. Greed was the death of him. I thought my friends might really enjoy having him for dinner; literally having him for dinner. When they arrived, he was naked with a spear through his ass and mouth, tied up over the fire pit. He was doused in a butter garlic sauce with some onions and potatoes adorning his body. You don’t fuck with my friends and get away with it. He got a piece of each of them when he stole their retirement funds, so I decided they should have a piece of him, inside of them. No one was shocked by the lengths I had gone for revenge. All girls secretly want a sick bitch friend like me. I started the cooking process. The flame was perfect. Our dinner browned evenly. He smelled delicious. He was going to feed us for weeks. Once he was thoroughly cooked, I cut of some rump off for us, but the main meal was his cock and balls. Way better than Rocky Mountain oysters. We drank wine, laughed over the fact that his final act was a good deed-feeding a group of friends. My first BBQ of the season was a success. Now, I just need to decided who my next pig to roast will be. Maybe, it will be you.

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Snuff Sex Blair

snuff sexSnuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.

Sex With Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesWhen my friend informed me she has sex with dead bodies, I laughed. I know how it works for guys, but girls? I didn’t think it was possible unless rigor mortis had set in to make his dick stiff as a board. She explained it all to me.  There is a special anal device that stimulates the prostate making the cock hard even in the afterlife. I enjoy sex. I just don’t enjoy people. I don’t want to cuddle. I don’t want to chit chat. I just want to fuck till I cum, then be gone. I masturbate a lot. I have a Bob (battery operated boyfriend). Lilith convinced me to go to the morgue with her. We snuck in last night to check out the new meat! Death doesn’t scare me. I kill and torture for a living. If I can make people dead, why can’t I fuck the dead? We opened up drawers to check out the goods. I was looking for a porn star John Doe. I found him too. A dead nigger guy. Looked like a linebacker. Gunshot to the chest was listed as the cause of death. They didn’t shoot his dick thankfully. Even in death his dick looked huge. My first corpse was going to be a hung one. Shoved that probe up his ass, sprung that monster corpse dick to life and took the ride of a life. Came so hard on Hung Doe’s cock. It was nice. He didn’t try to cuddle. He didn’t want pillow talk and it was all about my pleasure; plus, he was hung like a horse. My friend works at the morgue, so we have decided to host after hour parties for women. Fuck Tinder. Cum on down to the morgue and have no strings attached fucking. Now I understand why necrophilia phone sex is so popular.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex for a Worthless Whore

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex was what he asked for when he called. I was thinking he had the wrong girl. Honestly, I thought he wanted one of the sadistic women. I assumed that medical fetish was like penis torture, even castration. I was wrong. When he put me in the stirrups, I knew what was next. The doctor always says, “You will feel a little pressure pain,” as he inserts a latex finger covered in lube up your pussy. I wished I was at the gynecologist’s office, but I was with a sadist MD. No latex glove, no lube. What was inserted inside me was a speculum with teeth. Sharp razor edges pierced my flesh as he cranked it open gapping my pussy so wide a head would have fit inside of me. Once I was opened as wide as the Red Sea, he found my urethra. He shoved some device down my pee hole. Now that was a new pain. Excruciating pain. That was just the beginning of the torture sex. As I laid in stirrups, with my pussy gapped open and bleeding from the speculum, he attempted to fuck my pee hole. Such a small opening for such a big object like a cock. I screamed as he fucked the smallest, tightest hole on my body. I was crying from the pain. He warned me not to cry. My punishment was severe. He dumped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in my bleeding cunt and over my now bleeding urethra. It might as well have been battery acid. I felt my insides being eaten away. I tried to not cry, fearing more, even, worse punishment. I was one big medical experiment. My vaginal wall was shredded. My pee hole gapped and burned. My nipples cut and pierced. And, in the end my ass fucked so hard it prolapsed. My first medical fetish experience left me bloody and forever scarred.

Killer Phone Sex Fun with a Friend

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a young girl, everyone called me Wednesday Addams because of my morbid fascination with death. Now, I never killed animals like most serial killers. I like animals. It’s people I hate. I am not really a serial killer either. Serial killers murder out of compulsion and they have a type of person they kill, along with a pattern. I kill because I want to, not because I need to. Sometimes I kill for money; other times I kill because the world doesn’t need another asshole or annoying brat. I am more like an angel of death than a serial killer. My killing is compassionate killing for the living. I have this girlfriend who was being harassed and stalked by a total loser. I mean she is a hot model. Statuesque beauty who can have any man she wants. Why would she waste time with a small dick loser? Especially one with no money. I threatened him once. I only give you one warning to back off. The second time we tango, you die. I don’t have the time nor the energy to waste giving warning after warning. Plus, how do I carry any weight if I have no follow through. I want to be taken seriously as a snuff porn queen. Brandon didn’t heed my warning. He also didn’t heed the court’s warning when he walked right through that restraining order. Just like Earle, Brandon had to die. My friend went with me. She was my accomplice and ticket into his gated home. He still lived with mommy and daddy at 35. How pathetic is that? They travel the world, so they were not home. Once we were in, he saw me. Rightfully so, he was scared. He tried to run, but I tossed a bottle at his head and down he went. I wanted to slit his throat immediately, but there is no fun in that. I tied him to his bed spread eagle and naked. Chopped off his balls so I could use them as a ball gag. Aimee did the honors and whacked off his pecker. We let him bleed out slowly and painfully, waited until the shock sunk in, then we sliced an artery and left to have dinner. He had no friends. His parents won’t find him for two weeks. Don’t be a loser or an asshole and you get to live.

Happy National Cherry Pie Day

As Master sits quietly in the bushes, our first victim comes into view. It all happened so fast; he snuck up behind her and knocked her out with a chloroform, put her body in the truck of our car and then drove to an old abandoned factory. He strapped her body down the the conveyor belt. She finally woke up when he pissed on her face. Her muffled scream made Master even more excited. He positioned himself on top of her and slowly pressed his cock into her twat. She moaned. Master slapped her in the face, he doesn’t like to hear moans. We want that dirty whore to suffer. He grabbed a steel pipe that was just lying around and proceeded to hit her in the ribs. He drug the jagged edges along her face until her whole face was covered in blood. He put his blood soaked fingers in my mouth. I’m so fucking hot right now. I jump on top of him and we rip each others clothes off.

Evil phone sex

We fuck hard and fast. I love the rush! As I pound away on his hard ass cock, he chokes me. I’m so close to cumming, and so is he. He stops just as I am about to cum and he shoves his dick deep into my throat as he finishes his orgasm. He goes back to the bitch and punches her in the face, over and over. Frustrated, I sit between her legs and pull out a pair of vise-grips and clipped them to her clit.  I reach in my little bag of fun and pull out a scalpel. As I’m about to slice her clit off, Master took a few swings at her shines with a mallet, causing the sharp implement to ram into her pussy. She started to bleed out, the knife was in pretty far, I knew it did damage. Fuck, now we don’t have as much playing time with her. I quickly rush over and put one side of my double-sided dildo in her mouth and I shoved the other in my soaking wet pussy. As I ride my fake cock, her nose rubs my clit. She’s gagging as I’m cumming. My master grabs the scalpel and runs it across her throat. At first nothing, then suddenly a river of red cascaded down her neck. I can see the life in her eyes slowly fade as Master takes the dildo from her mouth. I stick it in his tight ass as I slide the other end into my pussy. As he licks her bloody twat, I fuck us both. We decide to stuff her body in a cherry pie filling filled drum and reseal it.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex for VDay

Medical fetish phone sexI had no idea where we were. He’d grabbed me off the side of the road, knocked me out, and when I woke up, I was blindfolded. I knew I was naked, my body was laid out on the something metal, and I could feel every inch of the cold. My hands were stretched above my head, tied together to whatever was up there. My feet were spread apart and each bound down, too. What scared me were the straps I felt around my thighs and under my tits. I heard someone come in, and I waited, holding my breath for whatever was going to happen. They took my blindfold off, and I was stunned to see the most gorgeous woman I could think of. She was grinning down at me like the cat who’d got the cream. She told me that I was going to be her love’s Valentine’s Day present. Not a moment later, he walked in. It took a minute to realize that they were both naked except for some plastic-looking aprons. I heard a rattle, and a couple of snaps. He held up gloved hands, smiling at me sadistically while she just kept that Cheshire cat grin on her face. She picked up a marker off of what I assumed was a table, and started drawing on my stomach. I picked my head up to try and see what she was doing, and she just looked at me with that grin again. I could see her drawing hearts on either side of my stomach, and then a line straight down the middle between them. Then, he took over and she walked up to the head of the bed, looking straight down into my face. She leaned over and put her hands over my tits, playing with them, tweaking the nipples, pinching them, squishing them into my chest. He looked up and nodded at her with a grin. Then, he picked up a scalpel and held it right above one of the hearts as I stared on in horror. She looked directly into my eyes and told me to scream as much as I needed. He cut into the first heart, leaving a searing pain behind with every inch. I bit back the screams for as long as I could, but it got to be too much. I just kept watching and screaming as he sliced the hearts out of my body, cutting the skin completely away from the meat. Then, he dug that scalpel as deep into the line on my stomach as he could go, slicing quickly straight down, opening me for all my innards to be seen. She joined him, then, and they started to bathe each other in my blood before grabbing bits and pieces of me to cut out. Apparently I was to be dinner….

Sadistic Knife Play

Knife play phone sex MaceyMy Master drugged me last night to keep me sedated while his friend enjoyed sadistic vulgar knife play with my sexy body. This sick fuck has been begging Master to let him play with me for the longest time but I would always resist, I didn’t want his filthy hands anywhere near me! Master likes me all to himself for the most part and he is very selective with who he lets play with me. Reluctantly, Master granted his friend’s wishes and let him have his way! He brought out his freshly sharpened hunting knives and went to work. I was laying on the table like a helpless dead fish, arms and legs flopped over the sides while this piece of shit began slicing off my nipples and nursing my tits to drink all of my blood. He was loving it! He dug his knife deep into my abdomen, slicing me open down the center while my blood and guts spilled out. He traced the knife down to my clit and cut into my pussy, making me gush blood all over the table. The knife was so big that when he started fucking me with it, it broke through my internal organs and came out through my stomach. He got on to the table and started sucking and licking up all of my blood and tissue matter as it oozed out of me! My Master was filming it all because his friend wanted to bring home the snuff video to rewatch the gruesome act any time he pleased. This fucker better have thoroughly enjoyed his time with me, he’s one lucky mother fucker!