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OBGYN Dark Medical Fantasy

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If you’re the doctor I have to let you do anything you want. You’re a medical professional who should be treated with respect. Make me open my little legs up wide so you can insert the speculum. This isn’t a typical device- yours opens much bigger than it really should. Watch me squirm around while you open my unwilling little cunt up as far as you want. You realize I’m not going to make this easy so you ask a male nurse to come in and hold me down for the rest of the examination. His cock swells up when he sees the tears in my eyes he decides to start throat fucking me while you jack off right at the opening of my pussy. Then you go to your drawer and get a wart removal iron and begin mutilating my clit- this should stop me from slutting around town since I won’t be able to enjoy pleasure from stimulation down there anymore. Just when I hope it’s all finally over, you remove the speculum so that you and the nurse can put both of your cocks inside me. Blood and cum everywhere, you tell me I can get dressed and leave. I secretly can’t wait for my next visit even though it hurt so bad. Call me to confirm my next appointment!

Ass To Mouth Human Centipede

2 girl phone sexEver heard of the infamous human centipede? Well, it’s a horrific ass to mouth act where people are stitched together through their gastric systems. I know, it sounds horrific! My Master has a friend who is a twisted surgeon doctor, he malpractices all the time and doesn’t give a fuck about any of his patients. He’s a dark and demented man and looks at the people that come to see him as a science experiment rather than as a life that he needs to help. Master says that he has an extreme mental illness and he does whatever he damn well pleases! The doctor has been wanting to use me for one of his demonic fantasies, a human centipede, an extreme medical fetish. Master willingly sent me off to him so that I could be a victim of his fucked up scheme. When I arrived at his house, he had an underground dungeon that looked like the inside of  a scary and torturous science lab. There were two other young ladies who were waiting on my arrival. The doctor had them tied up and they were screaming and crying, begging me to help set them free. They knew what was about to happen to all of us! I was next to be tied up and thrown on to the floor like the helpless, pathetic cunt that I am. I knew that I deserved all of what was awaiting me. The surgeon took his needle and thread and began to sew one of the girls mouth to the other girl’s asshole. She was screaming bloody murder and flopping around as she tried to resist the pain but it only made her situation worse. Her cheeks and lips were ripping as she flopped around like a fish out of water, the doctor stuck a needle in her to sedate her down. Next, he stitched the other girl’s mouth to my asshole, she learned her lesson from the first girl and was very calm and still while her mouth was sewn to my body. Once he finished with her, he put a thick dog collar on my neck and tied a rope on it that he connected to the ankles of the girl in the very back of our human train. We were all in severe suffering and pain, it was absolutely horrific! The doctor came in front of my face and began to skull fuck me with his huge throbbing cock. He loved watching the other girls moving around and swaying back and forth as he forced himself into my mouth. I was gagging and drooling all over him and when he busted his load of cum, it drained out of my mouth and down on to my tits. I eventually passed out from the pain, we were left this way for over a week while the doctor has his torturous way with us. I never thought it was going to end!

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?

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.