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The weather here in Oregon has been rather intense, with heavy snow and powerful winds with temperatures in the single digits. I was on my way home from a shopping trip at a newer little Mennonite store that was opened here in town. I love it there for all of the bulk, raw, whole foods I can get to work with. No processed pesto here! The snow was driving thickly to the ground, and through it I glimpsed some blinking hazard lights from a disabled vehicle. I pulled over to see what the situation was, and was pleasantly surprised to see a thick-thighed beauty pop out of the car waiving. She was wearing these nice, soft leggings that outlined her hips just beautifully, with a smaller waist and bountiful breasts. I opened my passenger door and waived her in.

She sat down and curled up against the shivers racking her body. “Oh thank you! I thought no one would stop. It’s so cold, my car died almost an hour ago, and my cell is still in the shop, so I couldn’t call for help!”

“My goodness! I’m so sorry to hear that! Do you have all of your purse and identification with you? My place isn’t too terribly far away, I’ll take you there and get you warmed up with something hot to drink, and get you a phone so we can get your vehicle taken care of. Do you need to call your mom or anything?” I asked the slightly blue-faced girl.

“No, mom died last year, and I never knew dad. It’s just me.” She said, her teeth still chattering.

I smiled inwardly, no attachments. Even better!

Once I got her inside and sat down, I called Rick downstairs. He smiled graciously at our guest, and asked, “Langley, darling! I had no idea we were having a guest for dinner!?”

“I found her out in the snow all alone. Her vehicle was stranded, the poor dear is all alone in the world, and was nearly half frozen!” I replied as I handed her a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

“Oh my dear young lady! You sip that heat into you and we’ll get you warmed all up. Then we’ll see what to do with you.”

Before she could reply, her eyes were drooping, the “special ingredient” I added was working already. Easy with a chilled, dehydrated body to begin with.

“It’s not often that we have meat that is both frozen, and fresh!” I joked with Rick, getting a warm smile and a chuckle in return.

Once she was thoroughly cleaned inside and out, and shaved nice and smooth, we began rubbing her down with fine coconut oil. I wanted to try some new flavors for the coming up Christmas holiday, so I ground cloves with my ginger root and some allspice, and tossed it with pineapple chunks. I used this to stuff her young, smooth cunt, and her very nicely cleaned little asshole, followed by a wild rice blend I came up with. Then sewed her tightly shut.

I also cut tiny slits, deep and sideays into the thicker parts of her tits, stomach, and thighs, adding a few whole cloves to add to her aroma. I filled her stomach with the same stuffing mix as in her other end, plus some apples. I have a very soft spot for apple stuffing when it comes to the wilder, richer meats.

Together we tied her to the specialized spit, securing her legs slightly apart, her hands and arms were carefully bound with baking twine, and her head fastened to the headrest we had made, so no part of her would wiggle. It’s important for the girl meat to stay exactly where we put it! She began to stir a little bit, whimpering and crying with the sensations of all her holes being full and sewed shut. She tried to cry, beg, to scream. But a throat full of stuffing, and a sewn-shut mouth didn’t allow for words. As hard as she tried to open her lips, she only managed to pull and tug her sutures, making them bleed a little.

Rick lit the fire, and we curled up in our chairs in front of the fire pit to watch her roast. We took turns every so often turning her over and over a few times, so we got a nice, even roast. She cried and sobbed for nearly an hour over the low heat, before her blood finally thickened and boiled within her, making her shut down. around 6 hours in, after the side dishes were prepared, she was done. Her internal temp had reached around 170 degrees, and deep splits were showing on all sides. With the repetitive basting and seasoning while she was roasting, her skin had developed a beautiful dark golden brown finish, and she smelled so beautiful and fragrant!

We served her with a nice festive salad, fresh whole grain bread, and cranberry sauce.

“Happy holidays, Rick. Here’s cheers to many more satisfying shopping trips, and beautiful meals together!’

He smiled, “Happy holidays, Langley. We make a great team! Cheers!”

Cold duck was such a perfect, bubbly drink to wash our holiday roasted long pig down with.

Successful breeding, but…

Snuff phone sexAs a little time passed, Langley grew very fond of Lo’ Din. There was something about him, in his pheromones, that kept her in constant need of his presence. And constantly horny. The drive to have him inside her, filling her, was in every thought of every waking moment. Until one day, when it just kind of slowed down. Her body still reacted with violent orgasms whenever he touched her, licked her, fucked her body. But something changed. She felt hungry, so hungry, and aggressive. And sad.

Lo’ Din had been gone all day with a hunting party, and she had stayed behind with another girl, Sarah, who had been left in the forest a couple weeks after Langley. The day dragged on, as it got darker, she felt agitated. She didn’t know why, he’d been out hunting countless times, and she had been fine if not a little over horny while he was out. She rested on the floor of their den by the fire. It was so pretty. All of a sudden, pain racked her body, again, and again. Her vision changed. She threw up. and her body jerked and writhed, it seemed she was going to split in two. She passed out. The next she knew she was running through the forest. The moonlight was so bright, she could easily see. Not that she needed to. She could smell Lo’ Din. How could she smell him? The thought left as soon as it arrived, as the need to find him, to have him inside her filled every sense and reaction. Fantasy phone sex

He barely had time to sense her before she was upon him, pinning him down, nipping and biting him, licking him all over. With a massive grown he flipped her, pinning her on her back, with a snarl that nearly reached her throat before he recognized her.

“My little one? Is that you? Why yes, it is you. I know those eyes anywhere. But… You’ve changed! I didn’t know that was possible!”

At his words she looked down at herself, surprised to see a lean, full-breasted, furry body. But she didn’t care, she reached her massively long, new tongue down, wrapping it around his already exposed red rocket, and guided it right to her furry cunt. Before he could gasp she was fucking him hard, slamming him into her faster and faster. They flailed back and fourth, dirt and parts of trees exploded around them. The wildest, carnal fuck she’d ever experienced. They both sang to the night in their orgasms.

As they lay there, spent in each others arms, she faded back to her human, naked form, huddling against him for warmth. He laid his hand on her belly.

“So, my little one. It seems when you’re pregnant, you can change. This is interesting indeed.”

“Wait, what? You mean, I’m.. We’re..” she stammered.

“Yes, you will give us a little one of our own.”

Lycanthropy Loving Langley

Fantasy Phone SexHer eyes began to barely flutter open. The last thing she remembered was walking towards school after missing her bus. The light was painfully blinding, and stung her sensitive corneas as she tried to focus. She could feel something binding her limbs to her sides in some sort of chair. Something heavy around her neck.

A light male voice “Dr. D., Number 37 is waking up.”

A slight pause, then another voice “Why good morning, 37! I’m glad to see you’re waking up before your release.”

She’s confused, “Release? Wha… What’s going on? Where am I? Where’s mom” Who are you?” She starts to weep. Through her tears she registers some sort of hospital setting, white curtains and some men in lab coats, others in fatigues.

“Well 37, you are lucky enough to be selected for a very important role in our research. Now, I have a few questions for you. Are you sexually active?”

She feels flushed at the question. “What’s so important about my private life?”

He chuckles, “Well, I certainly do hope you’ve had at least a little experience, as virgins tend to suffer quite a bit more than others when they’re given. Are you on any sort of birth control, 37?”

“No. Why do you keep calling me ’37’? My name is Langley.” She’s getting more confused and pissed by the minute. Who did these jerks thing they are?

“Oh good!” the man called “Dr. D.” seemed overjoyed at the news. “Jim, go ahead and give her the shot.” A sharp sting into her neck.

“What the fuck was that? What are you doing to me?”

“Do you know why I don’t care what your name is, 37? Because it no longer matters. You will not be ‘Langley’ ever again. You’re never going to see your parents again, or your friends. Life as you know it will never exist. And, should you survive, you’ll eventually forget it ever existed. This place is my baby. It’s a very special kind of wildlife compound, housing my little family. They were made by me, here in these walls. But, the only problem is, they keep coming out male. Well, 37, that’s where you come in. A few human women seem genetically compatible to breed. Ok Jim, get the men to move her out. Good luck, 37. Oh, and a piece of advice, try not to be too scared, they can smell it.”

She started panicking. Nothing made sense, she couldn’t process anything the guy said. It all felt like a nightmare. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

The chair she was in was being rolled down a long, metal coated corridor towards a big door by two of the armed men. They pressed a button that raised the door, unfastened her, and threw her out into a forest, making her hit the ground hard. The door slammed shut behind her. It was dusk, and the dark was growing quickly. Once the air returned to her lungs, she stared around, shivering. The air was cold, and she was still only wearing her school uniform, and as always, no panties.

Something nearby in the forest rustled, and she heard a low growl that stood every hair on her body on end.

With a trembling voice, she called out, “Hello? is anyone there? Hello?” Another low growl was her only answer. She thought “Oh God, oh God! Maybe if I lay here and pretend to be dead it won’t hurt me.” She closed her eyes and curled up tightly. She heard something padding toward her. Closer. Closer still. Something breathed on the back of her neck, sniffing her. Her heart pounded in her throat. It sniffed the length of her body, hovering over her cunt, then back up again. A huge, hot tongue, up the side of her neck. Another growl right in her ear, and the deepest voice she’d ever heard, “female, I know you are awake, you were calling to me.”

Holy fuck! Her eyes spring open, and fear strikes her so hard she can’t even scream. Before her crouched a wolf-man, easily three times her size. His fur was coal black, his flesh dark, and his eyes gleaming golden. He was definitely male, and terrifyingly beautiful. Even as her blood ran cold, her womanhood ran hot. Again he spoke, “Get up.” She just huddled there, shivering in more than just cold. He snarled “Get up. You are mine, and you will obey!” Fear spurned her to her feet, nearly jumping clear out of her own skin. “Good girl.” he gruffed. He lowered down to his hand-paws, and stalked in a circle around her, inspecting her, before standing before her again. He repeated, “You are mine, and only mine. Do you understand?” She nodded, and mumbled under her breath “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” His big eyes narrowed, “Who is your ‘God’ you speak of?”  She swallowed heard, and squeaked, “Y..Y..You are.” He seemed pleased, “Good.Why are you shaking?”

Tears ran down her cheeks, “Please, please don’t hurt me.” His stance softened, “I will not hurt you. You are mine. But, I expect obedience. Do you understand me? Do as you’re told, and you will not be injured.” She was surprised at how articulate this creature seemed. She allowed herself to look at him. His body was powerful in every way. She could feel it radiating off of him. She could feel the heat gathering in her belly begin to flow down her thighs in little drops like sweet condensation. He drew her to him, and with one claw from his great paw, sliced her clothes completely off. He carried her easily to a soft place beneath a tree and laid her down. He cupped her breasts, and his giant, long tongue began at her throat, flicking over her pulse, circling down across her erect nipples. He traced her body lines, down each side, and to her knees, before working back up her thighs. He took his time teasing her pussy lips, and finding her little pearl tucked away there. Her body reacted so violently, shuddering and quivering. Wave after wave crashed over her as he slipped his tongue inside her, tasting deep within. His red rocket was fully unsheathed when he lifted her legs far above her head, and slid inside her little cunt. She gasped with the perfectly sweet pain. She’d never experienced anything so full, so deep. Her hips rose to meet his with every stroke, the knot in his shaft growing more and more.

They came together, even as she clutched to his massive, strong chest, he howled his possession into the night.

A chorus of answering howls rung through the dark.

“He held her cheek and looked into her eyes as he told her,

“You will call me Master, little one. I am Lo’ Din. King of the wolf people. And truly, you are mine.”

Accomplice phone sex with Langley

Accomplice phone sexOn the way home I stopped by our local gym, we ate beautifully, and richly last night, and I had some serious calories to burn off. I can’t help favoring that fine round rump she had on her.

While I was there stretching, I ran into this sexy little thing I work with, Katelyn from youngonesphonesex.com. She’s got a fine, rounded ass, and some nicely thickened thighs. I think my favorite cannibalism phone sex caller will just love the taste of her! I’m the best at accomplice phone sex, and here, there’s no taboos!

So I invite her back to my place, the dumb bitch thinks it’s for a 3 some, haha! So we head over and I have her get comfortable on the couch while I go get our partner. He’s an older gentleman, but he’s got a really nice cock! And an even nicer mind. While he stands before her and I introduce them to each other, I say “Katelyn, this is Rick. Rick, this is my coworker Katelyn, and she’s going to be our dinner tonight.” As her eyes widen, before she gan finish gasping “What?!” I clasp a rag doused with medical grade ether to her mouth and nose. With my upper body strength, keeping her pinned until she loses consciousness.

Once she’s in the basement, and all nice and smooth and clean, her skin softly glowing with the aura of life, I ask Rick, “hey baby, I was thinking, we’ve been eating a lot of grilled and roasted meals lately, and it’s getting so cold outside, do you think we could make a nice stew tonight?”

“Darling, I think that sounds like a fantastic idea! Let’s lay her on the table for prep, and we’ll work together on her seasonings and the vegetables.” This just makes me giddy! I love spending time with him, especially in the kitchen. I feel so connected with him when we prepare our meal together.

The water is boiling nicely in the cauldron while we ground fresh herbs and chopped the potatoes, parsnips, and celery. I have a nice dish of herb rice stuffing baking in the oven. The house smells glorious.

When the water is to a nice boil, we plop her in int rolling water, and clasp shot the metal grate lid, leaving her about a foot between her and the top. She’s there, floating face up for a few moments, before the pain of her hot flesh begins to wake her. She starts crying and whimpering as her flesh turns bright pink, then red. She tries to push against the lid, just making herself sink lower in the water, towards the searing hot bottom.

As her life fades from her body, as she’s cooking alive, Rick and I discuss what plates we’re going to use tonight, and which wine would suit her best. I think tonight, red should do.

Now, what’s for dinner do you think?

Taboo phone sex

Cannibalism phone sex with Langley!

Cannibalism phone sex

I have discovered, that being a student counselor gives me access to the perfect hunting ground, exchange students. I make a great accomplice, with a trusting face, and a soft smile.
There’s this little, petite Latina I’ve had my eyes on. She’s got nice, thick thighs, a round, plump ass, and soft curves up and around her perfect breasts. Just the right balance of meat and fat. She’s always hanging out by herself. So I slide in and spend some extra, quality time with her.
Within the first class period, I have her laughing and smiling. By the end of the day she easily agreed to ride back with me to my place for some 1 on 1 tutoring. On the way she enjoys a latte’ I got her, which with the help of some special little drops has her all but in a coma by the time I arrive in your garage. We carry her small frame inside easily. Once we hung her from the suspension line, we cut her clothes off, and shave her thoroughly. Once she’s rinsed, inside and out, and her skin has been buffed to a soft, supple pink, I help you tie her up with twine. She’s been unresponsive this whole time, save for a couple mewling sounds under her breath.
I gently take my own olive oil and herb blend, and massage it into her flesh, taking care not to miss a spot, right down to her eyelids and ears. Her ass and cunt are filled with rosemary and thyme, and some of the infusion tubed into her now emptied stomach.
We easily slide her onto the spit over our fire pit. It’s stone, with a large, filtered chimney. The granite radiates the heat so beautifully. I made sure not to forget the mesquite chips over the firewood, to give her meat an extra sweet, smokey flavor.
As her skin starts to heat, she starts to very slightly move her eyes, and whimper. Her skin is turning a bright red hue, stinging, when she starts to cry out, trying to figure out whats going on through the haze of pain and the drug. Her eyes can’t focus. Since she has her mouth open and begging for mercy, screaming in the growing agony, I take the opportunity to start shoving her throat full of honey crisp apple slices, some make it to her stomach, others are getting wedged in their windpipe. As the last bit of life starts to drain from her body, her skin is getting a darker, tan tone. Softer flesh around her nipples, ears, and pussy lips is the darkest, and begins peeling back in tiny curls.
While you keep the hand crank going, I use my spray bottle to keep her skin oiled and moist.
She’ll make a beautiful centerpiece for our anniversary dinner tonight, I think she’d pair well with a white Zinfandel.
What do you think?

Accomplice phone sex

Torture phone sex fantasy with Lorine

Torture sexI had a very special request from a caller of mine. He had this little, skinny, flat-chested cunt down the road that needed a lesson taught. A special, painful, fatal lesson. I’m always up for a good torture call.

So we snag the little bitch and pack her away, to our play room. He has all sorts of toys to play with. I just love it when a man comes prepared. We have her strapped into a chair, in her school uniform, knee-high white stockings and all. First, I got to play with a nice pair of pliers.

They felt good and solid in my hands. I gripped her big toenail first, and pulling hard, but slow, dislodged it, pulling the quick out a good 6 inches before it snapped like a wet rubber band. On and on I went, making the pathetic little slut bawl and cry and beg for mercy. Not that it fucking matters, no one will hear her down here!

I took a hammer and nails he handed me, pinning her petite little feet to the fucking floor. She’s definitely not going to run now! My pussy was so wet from the feeling of him watching me, stroking his cock at my bloody work.

When he brought out a soldering gun,  I almost came immediately. It was perfect to cut and cauterize at the same time. I drew a line right up the back of her leg through her stockings, and around the front of her kneecap. She was screaming and sobbing, begging for her pathetic little life. Hahaha! Dumb bitch. She tried to stand, to bolt. Too bad, one of the nails ripped the front of her fucking foot right in half!

Hmm, that would take some strange flip-flops for that foot to wear now!

I had so much fun dissassembling her, popping off her kneecaps with a sucking crunch, feeding her a gag made of her own flesh and hails. Listening to her snort her own blood and tears while sitting in a puddle of her own terrified piss.

But what topped it off for me, was watching his rock hard dick popping out of her mouth for me to suck from him fucking her splayed open ribcage.I am curious, what shall our next adventure be?

Torture phone sex

Sexy snacking

Cannibalism phone sex There’s something extra evil, and extra naughty, about accomplice phone sex. Snuff sex itself is so fucking nasty and hot by itself, but the imagery of helping someone capture, fuck, and tear apart makes my pussy squirt almost instantly. Now, add cannibalism phone sex to that, and oh my fucking GOD do I get off hard.

I picture you and me, people watching in a dark corner of a goth club. You’ve dressed me as slutty as you could. Every curve is accentuated and shown off perfectly. I do so love your tastes. You pick out some sexy little Asian all by herself in the bar, and tell me to go buy her a drink and bring her to the table. On the way I roofie her drink.

When she’s starts giggling and swaying, we walk her outside, down a few blocks to our car. Stupid little cunt thinks we’re going to driver her home. Hahaha!

We get back to yourhis place. The little bitch has passed out. That’s good, easier to get her where we want her. We park in the garage, as soon as the door drops we unload her. She’s so small, it’s easy to pack her to the basement chamber I’ve helped you build. We put her wrists in the irons we have hanging from the ceiling. While she’s dangling, you cut all her clothes off. She looks so tiny and pathetic. Nice, perky brown tits, and the tiniest bush over her cunny.

She starts to stir, she’s crying and whimpering, begging for us to let her go. It doesn’t fucking matter, no one will hear her screams down here.

You shove everything you can think of in her pathetic holes, gaping and splitting them open, before fucking the shit out of her. I start slicing the bitch open, collarbone to pelvis. And while I grip your dick from inside her body, you pump a massive load of cum into her womb.

I’ve always enjoyed having dinner well marinated before we eat.

Pavlov’s torture chamber

Torture sexI had blacked out, and had no Idea where I was, or how I got here. I was being drug along on pavement, but I couldn’t see anything. I’m blindfolded. Everything hurts like I had ran a marathon. My blindfold is removed, and my eyes blink trying to strain to see. Your face swims into view. I remember seeing you in the store, you seemed so pleasant. But why are you here? Why am I here? Oh god. You took me, didn’t you? Why?

You tell me to shut my fucking face, and do as I’m told. That if I’m lucky someone will see me again some day. You use a pocket knife to slice my clothes from my body, and strap me to something that resembled a massage table blended with a pelvic exam chair. You fastened my arms and legs down, adding a strap across my hips for good measure. My head was restricted as well. I saw a blank blue screen a few feet in front of me. You rolled in this powerful looking machine, which had two huge dildos extending from it. Oh fuck, oh fuck! You rolled it right up to me, piercing both of my fuck holes simultaneously. I cried out from the pain of the sudden gaping of my tiny holes. You slapped my face hard and told me to be silent. That I was just a disposable little fucking whore, no more than a pet, lower than an animal. You instructed that I was not to be allowed to speak like a person, that I was to only bark, and whimper. I was so fucking scared, I started begging for mercy. You landed a bone-jarring strike to the other side of my face, making me see stars. He turns on the screen, and the machine. I was bawling as the automatic fucker ravaged my tiny holes.

Minutes went by, bleeding into hours. I lost track of time in the agony of what was happening to my body. Every time I got close to an orgasm, the machine clicked off, and right when I would catch my breath, it would begin again. Over and over while the screen played videos of girls being savagely taken by man and beast alike. They were beaten, made to stay on all fours, eat out of pet dishes, shit in the corner, and present their asses when told.

You finally came back. My mind was broken. My body was a shit, piss, blood, and pussy juices covered trembling mess.

You stood before me. “What’s your name, pet?”

I whimpered. “I said, what’s your fucking cunt name?!” I managed a small bark. You were pleased. You collard me, released me to the floor.

“Time to go meet your furry companions, and your new masters you fucking cum slut!”

Monks dark ritual

Blasphemy sexGasping and gagging on the blood running down her throat she struggled to breathe, only succeeding in pulling a mouthful of the still warm virgin’s blood into her lungs. The monks had selected her specially for this ritual. All she had thought was that she was going toa costume party. Fucking-A was she wrong. She now knew she was going to die here, in the basement of this old church. Oh why had she agreed to come to Rome!? All she had wanted was to go get drunk and fuck a bunch of hot foreign guys!

The monks believed that by filling her with the pure blood of the virgins, it would purify her own body, mingling with her carnal knowledge, making her a special sacrifice. 

Each of them took their turn, fucking the cunt they now believed to be holy, imparting that within themselves, even as she choked her last breaths of life, and the light slowly began to fade from her being. Before they started slicing through the fine veins of her pussy lips to get her to bleed out, sealing their ritual, she thought to herself, ” a set of blood-filled lungs, and a cum-filled pussy… fucking great vacation, bitch!”

Gangbanged bloody

taboo phone sexI can’t fucking breathe! His fist is holding me too fucking tight by the throat, while his friends double fuck my poor little cunt and pussy. I can feel my eyes bulge and my skin turning colors as the last bits of oxygen are draining from my blood. Harder and harder multiple cocks ram into my holes, switching places, shredding my flesh to a bloody, gaping mess. Blood, pussy juice, cum, and spit run from my crotch down my little legs, all over the floor. Another huge dick is shoved deep into my throat. I want to cry when I can feel my hair being pulled out by the roots as he skullfucks me. My titties are grabbed, squeezed, and pinched. I can already feel my tender, pale flesh bruising. My eye is swollen shut from being hit when I tried to struggle. I’m just too weak and little, and there’s so many of them. I can hear them laughing, grunting, and moaning while they live out their rape phone sex fantasies with my tiny frame. So much cum swimming around in my belly from them squirting their jizz in me, unprotected. My cunt is ravaged, swollen and bloodied. They love taking their dicks from my bloodied asshole and making me clean the shit, blood, and cum from their still hungry, throbbing shafts. 

I know better than to miss your call, it won’t happen again, I promise! bloody phone sex