Castration is such a wonderfully fun procedure. I love it when I can use a dull, rusty blade and make pain so much more intense. I love when the wound gets infected and my newly castrated patient becomes weak with fever which is always followed by them becoming delirious. If course when most people think of castration,the instantly think of males. However I do not discriminate when it comes to administering pain to my victims and I am just as happy castrating young pussy as well. And today I have some sweet young bald pussy lips to remove. Slowly and carefully. No anesthesia is necessary. A nice sterile sharp scalpel is not required. All I need is this sweet young victim, tied to my table. Legs spread wide open with her eyes wide and full of fear. This nice dull knife that has so much rust on it you can’t tell it was ever silver. And this yearning deep in my pussy to draw blood and cause pain. My cunt tingles as I grab that pussy lip and pull it, placing the blade on the top part, pushing the blade into the skin the first drop of blood and the scream flow forth together and my cunt contracts in anticipation of the orgasm that will surely come.
Category: Medical fetish phone sex
Mutalation Madness
I love digging through the dumpster at the hospital. You find all kinds of interesting things. Yesterday I found an annal speculum. Today I am going to find someone to use it on in both the medical sense of the word and the sadistic one. I tried all day and couldn’t find one single mark so I guess it is back to the old standby. I saw a beautiful big German Shepard in someones yard. He barked like a mad man till I got up to him with some raw meat. A little bit of fight and it is all gone for food. He followed me all the way home. All the way to his doom. It has been a long time since I mutilated an animal and my cunt was on fire! I love it when I start and their animal instinct kicks in, when they try to bite and fight to survive, hearing them yelp and whine, spurs me on. The first hing I had to do was use my new toy, shoving it up his ass and spreading it wide open as far as it could go. The howls of pain were music to my ears! Then I poured hot wax inside him and the cries became yelps. By the end of my torture he was mutilated beyond recognition. The fun part was taking him back and dumping him in his yard watching from the bushes as his family found him. I had another great orgasm watching them cry over his mutilated corpse!
Castration Phone sex with a Sadistic Mortician
You came to me deep in the darkness of night on your knees. Looking at you, I felt no sympathy by the way you were groveling before me. You contacted me before about this obsession you have and how I am the only one that can satisfy your taboo desire. This time it was different and after much consideration, I have made my own decision. However, I don’t give a fuck about the reasoning upon why you want me to preform this procedure, nor do I care to hear it. So with that being said, you may get undressed and lay down on my operating table.
Now I am going to restrain you down so that you can’t move at all during the operation. But I am not using rope to keep you still. No, that won’t do at all. I feel that the best way to keep you still, is by using barbwire. At least it will give you more of a motivation to stay idle during the procedure. Look at it this way, if you move or jerk around, you will be the one cutting yourself with the barbwire. Also I think using a sharp metallic restraints will not take away from the entire experience. So yes … I promise you that you will be in blood shattering pain. Now let’s go ahead and start the surgery.
With your testicles in my hands, I am feeling how firm they are from this excitement but I would like a better look at them. I grabbed my sharp scalpel and pressed in the tip point downward on the top part of your scrotum and at the base of your penis. Now look at that. You couldn’t stay still and cut yourself against the barbwire. This is definitely going to be a very long castration procedure, isn’t it?! (wickedly evil laugh)
A Bloody Lesson
My whole body is alive with excitement. Electricity running through ever fiber of my being. He wants me to help him harvest body parts to sell. A way to torture and get paid for it. Tonight is a lesson for me. He picked a pretty little thing that lives alone. Here we stand by her bed. she is tied down and gagged and the surgical tools that will be mine are on the bedside table. While he is preparing to get started I look around the room and the closet door is opened. I see rows and rows of beautiful and obviously expensive heels. I can’t help but silently admiring them, even though I would never wear them. He asks me if I am ready and I can feel myself cumming in my pants with anticipation as I shake my head yes. He lifts the scalpel and her eyes get wide as he lowers it to her exposed body. I watch as the scalpel eases into her skin and the milky white turns a crimson red. Her screams are muffled by the gag in her mouth and I can see that she is about to pass out. He spreads her skin open and takes a bigger scalpel to cut through the meaty flesh. Pulling out the first organ he carefully shows me exactly what to do.Then he examines it and shows me that this one is no good. He points out the flaws and tells me why it would not be able to be distributed. I look at the heels and I go get a pair of nice spiked ones, turning them over I take the defective organ and skewer it through the heel, placing it on display. I am going to create little trophies with any organ that we are unable to sell. I can’t wait for him to pull the next one out!
Life before I was a mortician
When I was going through medical school to become the skilled and secretly wicked mortician that I am, I had a roommate right down the road from campus. This roommate was a guy who was pursuing his M.D. to become a doctor in various medical fields. Shortly after we became roommates, I noticed that he had the same lustful desires for cadavers as I do. However, we had a difficult time finding fresh dead corpses to have at our disposal which lead us to the dark adventures that were to come. We came up with a plan to go down town to where the strip of bars and night clubs were all at. There we began hunting for the right specimen to take away in the late night for medical experiments and nasty sexual fulfillment. The perfect candidate would be a beautiful, young drunk girl who had way too much to drink. Usually we would find this drunk girl passed out from drinking in an ally way or violently vomiting into the brushes which is clearly obvious that she is on her way to blacking out near by for us to take her away. Oh I do miss those college days with my old roommate.
Medical Advances in Cock and Ball Torture
I know someone who loves to have his cock and balls brutally abused. I had good fun with the motherfucker the other day! I recently ordered an examination table, online (with stirrups), used for gynecological exams. Since this fucker loves pain, I performed the procedure without anesthesia (HAHAHA)! I laid my guinea pig on the table and put his feet in the stirrups-just like a bitch, getting ready to give birth. This fucker gave birth to pain (HAHAHA)! I put on my goggles-grabbed my cigarette lighter and began to burn off the motherfucker’s pubic hairs (I always told the bitch to shave)! He screamed, cursed, and cried as he smelled the scent of his burning hair and flesh. Next, I wrapped barbed wire around his balls-cutting into the flesh. There was so much blood from the cuts made by the wire into his ball sack, that I used it as lubrication for my fingers as I finger fucked his asshole with 1-2-3-4-then 5 fingers….eventually forcing my fist inside of his ass, as I tightened the barbed wire around his testicles-yanked his dick shaft, and flicked the lighter on the head of his cock. I cooked the meat until it turned brown (HAHAHA). All the while, the motherfucker screamed at the top of his lungs and tried to get off of the table (but he was strapped down and couldn’t escape)! Before now, the fucker said he loved CBT!!!!! Next, I took a pair of scissors and repeatedly stabbed his shaft and stopped once the final thrust ripped though the flesh of his shaft. I left the long scissor in his cock and told him to look at it, as he screamed his head off. He began to perspire-uncontrollably and I put the heat of the lighter against the scissor blade that was sticking through his cock, and let it get scolding hot until it cooked his dick-from the inside out! (HAHAHA). Don’t ask for CBT if you can’t handle it!!!!
Collection of Scissors
There are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?
Silent Poison
This past weekend, I decided to take it off from work and go out drinking. I had no idea how my night was going to turn out or how it will end. But either way, I will have enjoy the outing. So when I got to the club, I went straight to the bar to start drinking the night away. After a few shots, I realized I was being watched. It was a couple that just could not stop looking at me and followed me every where I went in the club. I thought how much fun this could be for me so I took the first move and introduced myself to them. It was so obvious to me that the couple’s lust for me was strong and I decided to take advantage of the situation. So I brought them back to my place for some more privacy but they are in for a surprise. So I gave them drinks as I allured them into my bedroom. Things started to get really hot as our clothes ended up on the floor and taking turns sucking on the guy’s cock. Moments after he fucking me and I was licking his girlfriend’s cunt, they both became subdued by the poison I put into their drink. Stupid bitches! They didn’t even know who they were dealing with. For that is what you get, when a you seek after a one night stand. Now I wonder what fun medical experiments I can do to this lifeless couple.
Drug Fantasy Phone Sex with Evil Alice
I just have so much fun when I drug up those fuckin’ brats before I have my way with them. It really makes them more entertaining for you and me. Look at it this way, they would be so high that it won’t matter to them on how we will shove your cock deep up into their ass. Or maybe it would be totally hot to turn them into crackheads and watch how much they will beg to get their next fix. But that won’t happen until we watch them beg for you to face fuck them until they puke on your dick. I just puts a smile on my face when I see them laughing hysterically while I tighten your belt around their tiny necks. However, I find it so much easier to trick them into taking pills by lying to them and saying it is candy. You know that those lil’ idiots love candy so lets give them the whole bottle. So many drugs and so lil’ time! Lol!
The faces of my victims
Every now and then I find that my previous victims come to visit me. But the thing is that none of them are living. Yes, I am talking about their ghost that appear to me in some kind of form. I am not terrified by them but turned on but their presence. They think by slamming doors, taking my scalp to dart it across the room, or even showing a ghostly figure of themselves will scare the shit of me … that just makes me want to fuck with them even more. Or perhaps the try to disrupt me from my work of doing autopsy on the dead and even when I am performing sinister medical experiments on the living. I will just teach them a lesson by snatching one of their family members or a loved one to prove my point. I don’t care if I invoke their rage where I make a person that id close to them as my next victim. It makes it quite interesting how they try to stop me in their actions and at the same time scary the one I am torturing. But hey, that is ok … since I don’t mind seeing all the faces of my victims. Alive or Dead.