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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.

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….

Medical Fetish Phone Sex: Dr. Death

So my BFF, a dude, works in the morgue of an hospital that happens to have a botch job of a Neurologist Surgeon. My medical fetish phone sex needs get so stoked when I hear about another victim of this fucking tool that talks really big of himself, he’s a total fraud and so fucking arrogant.

I decided the other day to start flirting with this arrogant ass and see how far I could get with him. Jordan, (my bff), wanted to perform a lobotomy on the creep with my assistance in botching that. We were going to have some fun with this arrogant dick. I lure him to the morgue and tell him I want to play nurse with him and one of the corpses. We get to the basement and as soon as the elevator opens Jordan is waiting with a baseball bat which he bashes Dr. Death in the head with. He has a strong swing and the great doctors’ head nearly explodes as he stumbles backwards bashing head into the frame of the elevator.

Blood, skull fragments and brain matter is everywhere and standing over him watching the blood hemorrhaging from his head was a complete fucking turn on. I knelt in the crimson stickiness and started smearing it on me I leaned in and kissed his filthy fucking brain before getting up. I turned to Jordan and noticed he had the biggest boner I grabbed him and pulled him down and we just started fucking right in the mess of blood and brain matter getting it all over our naked bodies as we fucked in the hospitals’ morgue.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Keeps Me Busy

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is popular with me. I love sharp objects because they serve many purposes in my life. I have quite the collection too. I think my knife collection would make Michael Myers envious. I have been fascinated with them since I was a little girl. I much prefer to be a knife wielding bitch than a gun toting whore. There is no skill in a gun fight. It is luck and if your victim has no gun, it’s an easy kill. A knife fight requires precision and is an equal fight, well in theory it is at least. I have honed my craft over the years thanks to annoying fucks, tiny dick losers and spoiled brats. I can chop a cock or balls off with one clear slice. I can stab to kill, paralyze or disfigure with one hand movement. If you live after I stab you, it is because I want you to live. I don’t miss my mark whether it be your balls, your throat or your heart. I did a little handiwork this weekend. I have a signature slice like a graffiti artist’s tag. I know it is recognized because cops and coroners have mentioned it in news stories.

With a few exceptions, I kill or castrate folks who deserve it, so the police rarely investigate. Most of the folks I castrate actually pay me to do it so they say nothing unless end up in ER with a nasty infection. I had a Catholic priest pay me recently to remove his balls so he will stop molesting little boys. Not really because he was remorseful and wants to curb his desires for young boys. More because he will not be able to hide from the law forever if he keeps getting busted by folks in his Parrish. Can only be moved around to churches for so long before the law finds you when you can’t keep your hands of little boy dick. Pretty sure the Diocese paid for his  junk removal because priests have no money. As I cut off his dirty balls, I told him I would castrate all the priests in Boston for a flat fee. I was not at all surprised when a check from the Diocese of Boston sent me a very large check. Good think I have a lot of knives. I’m going to be a very busy girl the next few weeks. Don’t worry though, I can squeeze your worthless balls in too.

Near Death Experience

ass rape pornAss rape porn is a good living for me. I am a submissive whore, so I started answering ads for fetish BDSM models when I was 18. I was a runaway and by the time I was legal to start nude modeling, I had been living on the streets and in hostels for a couple of years. I knew this other runaway who did hardcore anal and bondage films.  She disappeared one day. Answered an ad she saw on Craig’s List, when they still allowed adult ads, never saw her again. The word on the street was that Haley answered an ad for a snuff porn and it was a real snuff movie. That has lingered with me for years. Part of me believed anything was possible including the fact that she was killed for an underground film, but the other part of me thought she just moved to a different city like all runaways. I found out recently what really happened to Haley when I showed up at a studio for a fetish shoot. At first, nothing seemed off. I saw lights, cameras and BDSM  equipment. I even signed a waiver of liability if hurt during the shoot. I thought why would snuff producers have me sign a waiver if they intended to kill me?  They gave me a Xanax to relax, which is not uncommon. However, it looked off, so I didn’t swallow it. I just acted groggy. Maybe one of the few smart things I have ever done. I saw another girl all fucked up like I was supposed to be. They dragged her to a room that looked like a medical examiner’s room. I watched as they dismembered her. Blood splattered everywhere. Her screams were deafening. While they were distracted sawing her limbs off and thinking I was passed out, I snuck into the basement to see if there was a window I could escape through. On the wall were pictures of limbless bodies with severed heads being held proudly as if big game hunts. I saw Haley. Her dead blue eyes staring at me. I threw up before I squeezed my big tits through a small window and ran as fast as I could from that house of horrors.

Mutilation phone sex

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I went to the dentist for my routinely clean. I decided to try a new dentist that I found on the local white pages. I now get why no one uses those anymore. I arrived and everything appeared normal. I sat in the big chair and was given some kind of gas that knocked me out. I awoke, looking at my hands and feet strapped into the chair.

I could not move. The dentist was over me and a bright light shinned right on to my face. I tried to focus my eyes and immediately realized my mouth was being held open be a cold metal object, prying my mouth open. I could not even talk, and I was chocking on my spit. The doctor let out a laugh and had pliers in his hand.

“You need some teeth pulled”. I wanted to scream! He started ripping all of my teeth out of my mouth. I was gushing blood out of my mouth, and with each tug I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. He stood up, pulled down his pants and pulled up my dress. I chose the wrong day not to wear panties!

He spread me open and fucked my unmovable body on the chair. He forced himself into me over and over again. When he was about to blow his load, he stood up and pointed his cock at my mouth. I already couldn’t swallow very well.

He blasted his cum in my mouth, plugging up any room to breathe I had in my mouth. He took out a syringe and said that my eyes could use some work. I have a feeling I am not going to make it out of here. Lesson learned. Never use white pages, and always where panties!

Sadistic Medical Fetish

Medical fetish phone sex MaceyMy Master has an extreme medical fetish and loves to use me as his guinea pig to test out his sadistic experiments. I was dressed in only white thigh high stockings and high heels when Master dragged me into his dungeon and stabbed a sharp scalpel into my right hand, attaching it to the sheets that were laying on the hospital bed. Fuck it hurt so much! My hand was gushing blood and he hit bones when he brutally shoved it into me. He had a sex swing hanging from the ceiling right next to the bed and he roughly bent me over it. My hand was throbbing with pain, I could feel my ligaments exploding inside! He hooked an IV up to my arm and started the flow of a liquid substance into my veins! He has been working on creating a new type of sexual sedation drug that allows the person to be awake and aware yet unable to have any sort of control over their body, allowing their Master to have complete power! He was fucking me hard in my pussy and asshole simultaneously while the poison gushed throughout my entire body! It was such a horrific feeling! I could feel his huge throbbing cock deep inside of me but was unable to react to anything. It was truly an out of body experience. I ended up having a bad reaction to the substance and my body began to convulse and I had a seizure as well. Master unhooked the scalpel from my hand and unleashed me from the sex swing, harshly dropping me to the floor where I was curled up into a ball while suffering. He made sure to film the entire experience so that he could refer back to it while perfecting the formula!

Castration Phone Sex? Yes Please!

castration phone sexCastration phone sex fantasies are more common than you think, for men and women. Of course guys call me daily for junk removal, but I talk to women too. Face it men. You all know a few women who  want to chop your balls off. I am all about equal opportunity. If a woman wants to pay me to take the balls of her dirty daddy, cheating man or tool ex, I am all about the Benjamin’s.  Loretta approached me last week with a suitcase of money. She heard I was the one to see for junk removal of worthless men. I told her she came to the right person. I love that I am known as a junk removal specialist. Loretta is my favorite kind of woman too. Filthy rich. Her husband is a cheating bastard. I asked her why not just divorce him because it is her money. Silly lady thought a man half her age with zero money of his own married her for love. No pre-nuptial agreement. They reside in California, so he could take money he is not entitled too. She wanted him under her control. She wanted to stop his philandering. She paid me 5 times my normal fee because she wanted a dirty and painful castration. She gained some respect from me for that. Didn’t erase the no pre nup stupidity, however.  She gave me the codes to the mansion and her cheating hubby’s schedule. I arrived when she was out of town on business. He actually thought his wife hired me as an escort for him. Stupidly runs deep with those two. I played along just to tie him to the bed. Then I broke out the rusty chainsaw. I love the sound a chainsaw makes, especially when combined with screams of agonizing pain. He kept passing out, but luckily I have smelling salts to revive the losers. After his balls were severed, I sat on his face and pissed on him. I threw that in for free. I left his bloody balls on the pillow next to him and told him, “Cheat on your wife again, I come back for your worthless cock.”

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