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Torture Sex At the Doctor’s Office

torture sexI thought the doctor’s office was a safe place, but I could have not been more wrong. I was his first patient of the day. It was time for my female check up. It started out with a typical exam. My legs were placed in stirrups and the speculum was placed inside my vagina. The doctor opened the speculum as wide as possible. The stirrups were buckled tightly to prevent me from running away. Then he placed another speculum around that first one, opening me up huge. My pussy was stretched to the point of tearing and blood flowed freely from the tears. I begged him to stop but he only laughed. He told me he was experimenting with torture sex and I was his fuck pig. After turning me so that I was on my knees, he opened his pants, producing a large cock. With my pussy stretched as widely as possible, he placed his cock at the opening of my ass. I didnt think there was much more skin to stretch, but as he pushed forward, I found my ass stretching as well. The doctor fucked my ass hard and painfully, giving not a thought to what he was doing to me, only enjoying the perverse pleasure of hurting me., When he came, he pulled out and inserted a huge plug into my ass. He wanted to keep his cum inside. He walked out casually as if nothing had happened. Another man walked in, and another. The room was soon filled with men staring at me, my holes gaping open for their amusement. They had all been instructed to have torture sex with me. They fucked my ass with the butt plug in place, stretching me even more. Others fucked my pussy, three or four cocks at a time, between the opening of the speculums. And yet others took pleasure in shoving their cocks down my throat. SO many men came and went, I lost count. Before I knew it, it was closing time for the doctor, yet I was still bound to the table. Then the doctor appeared behind me with a whip in hand beating me for being such a whore. I know that’s what I was, even if this was forced on me. I am still just a slutty whore who gets off on torture sex.

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I have a strong attraction to some fun drugs. I love my pills. So when I saw a want add for candy strippers at our local shit hospital I knew I could con a few people out of some pills. I had worked for about a week when they brought in the crazy drunk guy who got into a car wreck. He was hot as fuck and was very aggressive. He would punch, slap and kick everyone so finally they sedated his big ass. That was when I made my move. I sneaked into his room, Took a few syringe’s full from his morphine drip for myself. Plus one to do while I was there. I got that sweet needle into my vein and the burning sensation ran right down to my clit!

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My pussy was wet and needed a great big cock inside of it. My patient was strapped down and passed out or so I thought. I pulled my panties down and the smell of my hot wet pussy woke him up. I got his cock nice and hard… I rode his cock till I came all over him.. He kept trying to get me to make him cum… But he was a dick.. So I took my dirty used needle filled it all the way up with more of his morphine… stuck it right into his dick hole and emptied it into his cock. Now he had a hard but numb cock that I continued to ride his cock till I squirted all over him! 

Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your CBT Accomplice

castration phone sexWould you believe me if I told you castration phone sex is a real thing? So many guys fantasize about a sick dominant bitch taking their junk. Then there are the men who really want it done but are too much of a pussy to do it on their own. If you really want your balls gone, man up sissy and do it yourself. With my assistance and guidance of course. There is a type of man who wants his balls cut off. I use the word man loosely. In reality, he is no man. He is a sissy. A fairy faggot. A tiny dick loser. You get the picture. I had one such little loser call me today actually. He told me all these stories that painted a pathetic existence. A life of cross dressing, pissing in panties, sucking cock in glory holes, forced feminization and humiliating tasks like exposing his 2 inch nub to strangers. He lives his life as a girl and even a little dick interferes with being female. I told him how to take his balls off. Explained to him all the instruments he would need to have on hand for safe junk removal. Pansy ass wussed out on me. Begged me to do it for him. Stupid mother fucker too. I am not Freddy Krueger. I can’t magically make my knife penetrate the phone line to lob off his balls, although I wish I did have those powers. I told him where to go to look for women or even men in his area to assist in the junk removal process. Here is the deal losers. I love taking men’s worthless nut sacks on and off the phone. But don’t call me up wanting real castration and not be willing to do what it takes to make it happen. Not my fault you are a pussy. Also not my fault that you live in bum fuck nowhere. I get that this is a fantasy phone sex service, but if you really want to lose your testicles or even get snuffed, I will help you, but you got to help me help you, loser.

Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I don’t know why, but the holiest of all days seems the best day for junk removal. I love following pervs and jagoffs to church. Seeing them there looking all pious with their families who are clueless about the proclivities of their husbands. Not everyone deserves to have testicles. They are for winners only. This morning my eye was on Martin. Several rumors  have circulated about how he likes to impregnate very young girls then not pay for his bastard offspring. I have heard he runs a little underground sex club for men who like young girls. He is a sex trafficker living in a gated community acting like his shit don’t stink. Now let me be clear here. I hate almost all young girls. I am not some pro brat. I just hate a hypocrite. Martin is running for local office. He wants to ban abortion, deny health care to unwed mothers and has quite the history of uber conservative speech. Yet, he is leading a double life; one extremely opposite to the one he projects. So, I took his balls. Actions have consequences. That was his motto when he said unwed mothers should not be a drain on the tax dollars of working citizens.

 As I had him chained to a chair in my basement, I played back his speech while showing him pictures of all the babies he has fathered and paid squat for. I gave him an option: be out as a hypocrite or get castrated. According to him that was not much of a choice. He called me some names, which I don’t take kindly too, so I chopped his balls off with no numbing cream. Didn’t even seal the wound, so he lost a lot of blood. Made him feel every ounce of pain. Shoved his worthless nuts down his mouth. Yep. I made him swallow his own balls. Seriously, Martin is what is wrong with the world. Smug, hypocritical bastards living in glass houses and throwing big ass bricks don’t deserve to reproduce. I prefer my men to own up and be proud of their actions. You like little girls? You like to torture women? You enjoy blood and gore? Wear your freak flag proudly and never lose your junk, unless you want to of course.

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The smell of the whiskey on his breath stung my nose. He smells like a mix of beer, whiskey, garlic and body odor. He has been drinking since he got home from work and now his attention is on me. He call me his sweet angle and said he wanted to show me something. His grin made my skin crawl but to avoid a fight with my daddy I went to him. I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer. His blood shot green eyes were filled with his sick fantasies. There on the computer was a video of two .. two monsters.. He laughed because I got scared.. He grabbed my pony tail and made me watch the amputee mutant people fisting each other and ripping each other apart. Daddy said this was his dream for me. To be tortured, ripped apart and made into a freak. He pulled his cock out and ripped my head down to his smelly cock.. He throat fucked me while he shoved his whiskey bottle into my pussy.. He clinched his teeth as he fucked me in the pussy with the bottle.. “That’s how it would feel if that bitch with peg legs would fuck your dirty worthless pussy.” He blew his nasty rotten cum load down my throat and passed out while he was still in my mouth.

Torture Sex with Dirty Needles for a Teen Dream

torture sexTorture sex is so much fun. I picked up a hot teen slut at the mall over the weekend. She was the antithesis of me. Clean cut, fresh faced, self entitled and not a tattoo or piercing on her. High school cheerleader type. Daddy’s little angel. Mean girl who thinks girls like me are what’s wrong with society.  I decided to dirty her up a bit. I spiked her fancy frappuccino drink. She woke up naked in my basement chained to a pole. I had an array of things to torture her with, including dirty hypodermic needles I gathered from the neighborhood junkie hang out. When she woke up she immediately had attitude. I was doing Taylor Swift a solid by inflicting some pain. This teen dream needed to experience a teen nightmare to have a better appreciation for others. I started sewing her virginal cunt shut with dirty junkie needles. She was screaming like a banshee. No pain no life experience. No appreciation for others. She needed a nasty infection and some pain to teach her not to be such a little twat. I shoved a bunch on dirty needles in her cunt then  sewed her pussy shut with needles. I love piercing the flesh of young girls. Their blood is cherry red. Their screams are like angels singing to me. Her pussy was swelling up as I pierced her pussy. I could smell the infection. Have you ever seen a blue waffle? It is disgusting, even for me. But that is what I was turning her perfect pussy into: a diseased, infected blue waffle. Gangrene of the twat. Just so the whore would remember me better, I tattooed my name in her chest. Now she was a good dirty whore. Now she had something to be a bitch about. I told her if she ever told anyone what I had done to her, I would kill her but not until I made her watch me kill her perfect family. I think she knew that if a sadistic bitch could ruin her pussy, I could just as easily ruin her life.

Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your Junk Removal Accomplice

castration phone sexCastration phone sex requires balls. I don’t mean the pathetic little nut sack dangling beneath your equally pathetic dick. I mean it takes courage, something that so many losers with worthless equipment actually possess. I get a shit ton of callers begging me to rid them of their useless and very disappointing testicles. My motto has always been, “testicles are for winners.” If you are calling me for a taboo phone sex call where I take your worthless junk, please be willing to hurt yourself at the very least. I mean the first step is recognizing that your worthless. The second step is seeking help, which my callers do when they call me for junk removal services. However, only so much of a hurt I can put on you, if you are not willing to do some self damage.  So, here are the tools you need. Booze. You will need something strong like bourbon or whiskey to dull the pain. Alcohol was anesthesia for centuries.  Duct tape. You can strap your pathetic wiener  to your belly exposing your balls for better torture or castration. You can use rope too. You need to separate your balls from your dick. Get a hammer, or some sort of blunt object. One hard smack and you can bust a nut. Literally flatten it. A sharp object is required for those who are serious about castration and it is just not fantasy for them. A kitchen knife, a razor blade, and exacto knife…. you get the picture. Something sharp enough to cut the flesh from your body. The final thing you need is a smoldering pen. Something to cauterize the wound because there will be blood. You can even use a heated frying pan. Just something really hot to seal the wound. It would really be nice for me if you were serious about castration, as serious as I am. I can tell the difference between real pain and acting. So man up. Get some proverbially balls to lose your real balls. Castration is not for the weak, but if you are serious about home castration, I am your junk removal accomplice.

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Taboo Phone Sex Call

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my favorite. Why? Because testicles are for winners. Let’s be honest here. If you read past the first sentence, you are not a winner. You are a loser with a tiny dick or a broke down dick or just a fucking moron who has no reason procreating. A real man would see the word castration and say to himself, “What the fuck,” and not read any further. Not you right? You are still reading this because you know you do not deserve your balls. You need a woman like me in your life who will not hesitate to remove your junk. I have a special place in my cold dark heart for losers who can admit their short comings and ask for help. It won’t make me not remove said loser’s balls, but I will do so more compassionately. You piss me off or fight me, your testicles get fed to the animals and you don’t get the benefit of a soldering iron. You can just bleed out.

My reputation for junk removal is well known in certain parts. Often times I get men sending me letters with pictures pleading for me to whack off their nuggets. Many offer to pay me for my time and service. Just last week, I gave  Bob the chance to lose his balls for a small fee. He had been begging me for months. No money was ever offered up until he got in trouble with the law for exposing his little click stick to some young girls, who by the way laughed at him and snapped pictures they later posted on Instagram and Snapchat before calling the police.  When I arrived at his place, I found him with a castration band already around his balls. They were turning blue and he was having difficulty talking. I put a ball gag in his mouth so his neighbors would not hear the screams. I laid a towel down underneath him as not to stain his carpet. And, I handcuffed him to a chair so he could not fight me.

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I have lots of ways to take off nuts, but Bob was getting the compassionate service since he paid me $2,000. A grand a nut.  I pulled his balls down and sliced at the skin being tugged away from his body by the band with my big blade. Blood splattered;  Bob passed out and his nuts fell to the ground. I cauterized the wound, used some smelling salts to revive him, then left him his testicles as a memento . How you interact with me determines if your get the compassionate service or if you bleed out on your living room rug.

Castration Phone Sex Grudge Fuck: Don’t Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch

castration phone sexYou ever grudge fuck? I did once and it was amazing. Amazing for me, not for him. Couple years ago, I was coming home from shopping. This asshat grabbed me in broad daylight. No one did a thing to help me either. He made me his captive for a weekend. I am not a victim. I got away, but I knew I would find him a again. I made it my mission in life to find him again. I am relentless, like a dog with a bone, when I want revenge. Thanks to the Internet, I finally found him again a few states away. This time the tables were turned. I hunted him like prey for days before I snatched him up in my car. Took him to a seedy motel no tell along the highway. Think Bates Motel . He was unapologetic. In fact, he was downright cocky. He thought I was back for some dick. I let him delude himself that I was back after two fucking years just for his tiny little sorry ass excuse for a dick. Really? Some dudes are so fucking stupid, it is amazing they remember how to breathe. I indulged his grandiose thoughts. Not because there was any truth in them, but because it would give me an edge. Give me the upper hand. When he told me to suck his dick like a good bitch, I showed him who the bitch was with a razor blade in my mouth. I cut his dick all the fuck up. He was crying like a bitch, when I punched him in the face. Tied him up, then informed him he didn’t have anything to offer a woman, which is why he force fucks chicks. A real man doesn’t have to force a chick because the ladies flock to him. Men with little clit sticks are not men. I cut his cock off, gave him a real clit. Just left a little nub. Well, littler than before. Left him in a pool of blood crying like a sissy bitch. I spit in his face and called 911 as I was leaving. I didn’t want to kill him. He needed to live the rest of his life as a dickless loser. Fuck with me, and I will fuck back tenfold.

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Skinned Alive

taboo phone sex karmaHow could I not want to mutilate that pretty little face? It’s been a long time since I have taken out my old rusty, blood covered surgical tools. It’s time to put them to good use. Her skin changed from alabaster white to a rosy pink when I put her in my big porcelain, claw foot tub filled with water so hot that it boarder scalding. We had spent the last hour making out and she thought I was giving her a romantic bath before a long night of pussy licking. In reality my tools were under the tub and I was about to skin her alive. I started with that face. She fought and screamed but it was no use. I watched the skin peel back from her chin enjoying the tingling in my cunt as I watched the skin peel off the lips I had just been kissing. I had to kiss those whimpering lips before continuing. We had a long way to go and I would come many more times before it was all over kissing the raw meat that was revealed after peeling back her flesh as I went. bloody phone sex karma