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Cooking With Raven

Accomplice phone sexWelcome to my kitchen.  It’s a bit of a mess, but no worries.  Today we are going to be making the best cupcakes EVER!  Sure you can get cupcakes anywhere, but these…THESE are extra special.  They are not only made with a false sense of love and care, they are made with blood, sweat and tears.  Not mine mind you, but they are used none the less.  First, you will need to find an unwilling victim.  This is easy, just grab someone.  Next, you will want to make sure they have good veins.  I would stay away from any type of Intravenous drug user, or drug user of any type.  Who wants cupcakes all Herioney tasting? Not me.  I suggest something sweet, young, and innocent.  Full of spice and everything nice don’t you know.  You want to make sure they are trussed up nice and tight at this point, because this is how you get those blood sweat and tears I was speaking of earlier.  The secret ingredient so to speak.

Rape phone sex fantasiesYou will want to take a kitchen utensil, whatever is handy.  I am using a spoon for demonstration purposes.  You take your utensil of choice and start shoving it into places no kitchen utensil should ever been shoved.  Up little tight cunts, small tight assholes, back of throats, or just skip the utensil all together and use glass.  I only use the spoon to get the sweat and tears really, glass however is used for the blood.  I find that a few pieces jammed into the lower part of the inside arm in a diagonal direction seems to produce the best amount of blood.  Put the blood, the tears that you have collected, and some sweat from their forehead into a mixing bowl along with some Betty Crocker cake mix.  Your choice of flavor, it’s fucking Betty Crocker, all her shit is good.  Then mix and bake according to the directions on the package.  Do NOT remove the glass from the arm, you will need that in the next step.  After you have taken them out of the oven, place the hot from the oven cupcake pan on your victims back to cool.  Once they have cooled, it is time to decorate.

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Grab a can of frosting, swirl that shit on top, then for the piece de resistance…remove those glass shards from your young thing’s arm. Make sure you are careful not to drip any blood until you get to the frosted cupcake.  Shaking your hand from side to side, while holding the glass firmly between your thumb and forefinger splatter the top of the cupcake.  Go all Jackson Pollack on it.  Then simply place the glass into the cupcake to complete the decoration process!  Now you have a very dangerous yet rather tasty cupcake.  Feel free to give them to people you hate for a memorable gift.

Proof

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I am sorry, but if you are going to drop off something for me to watch for a few hours, and those few hours turn into a few days, shit is going to happen.  I mean I have stuff to do, I cannot be held captive in my own place for days on end.  So I had to go out for a few hours, I had someone watch her.  Now I know that maybe it wasn’t the best person in the world to have watch your tiny little thing, but at least she wasn’t alone now was she? No she was not.

Now you are mad because she became damaged.  As I said earlier, shit happens.  It is not my fault that you decide to go fuck some hookers and end up on a five day bender now is it? Nope. I had to leave, I needed some Mt. Dew, it was an emergency!  When I came back and saw what had happened I phoned you right away but you didn’t pick up your damn phone, so I figured why not let him have a little more fun, it wouldn’t really matter at that point. 

You were supposed to send proof to the guy that was paying you to deliver her over seas that she was all that you said she was touted to be.  Yeah she will have some scars but who isn’t scared in some way? The cigarette burns will heal, so will the bruising.  Not so sure her little pussy will ever be tight again but maybe you can give him some sort of discount.  Or give him 30% off the next one or something. 

So now that you are finally here, take her and get the fuck out.

Bough Breaks

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Stupid vaginal puss sacks.  I can’t stand them.  Running around with snot bubbling out of their disgusting sticky faces.  It boggles my mind at how Adults loose their shit when one of these walking botched abortions smile, or make a coo sound.  You’re a fucking adult, act like one.  They don’t need you for anything but food and water.  That’s it.  Fuck all that hugging and kissing crap.  They call that shit ‘bonding’, who wants to bond with a shit factory? Not I.

My friends always tell me they hope I never get pregnant because I would be the worst Mother in the world.  You know what? They are fucking correct.  What would I do with it? I don’t want to smell it, hold it, sing to it, cuddle it or even acknowledge it’s existence.  However, maybe that’s what these things need.  Just to be left the fuck alone.  Maybe they would grow up with no emotion, no need to have friends, no cares in the world.  How self sufficient would they be when they realized that all their crying wouldn’t get them anything, and that they had to fend for themselves? Better then these spoiled brats that are being pushed out by the million every day thinking they are entitled to every single god damn pleasure in life just because their Mother spread their legs when they were drunk and ended up having a parasite growing inside them. Load of bullshit if you ask me.

Fuck them, fuck all those under the age of 25 who think that they should have what ever they want without working for it.  Fuck their parents for creating these idiots, and fuck this stupid entitlement shit the world feeds them.  It’s time to break some of cradles from the bough and watch these things fall.  If they do not have the strength to survive, then whatever, not my problem.

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Jill Frost

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It is fucking HOT, way too fucking HOT!  I hate the warm weather.  The only thing the sun is good for is decay, making things rot so their pungent aroma can fill the air.  That I love, sitting around sweating just sucks ass.  However, it does give me time to think, and I when I think I always go dark.  It’s much more fun to do so.

I have been working on a fantasy, one in which a little person with the name Jill gets the best cool off in the history of man kind.  I would take her into a deep freezer, she of course would be naked.  It wouldn’t take long for her core temp to drop, and that is when the fun begins!  Tell me.  Have you ever been outside when it has been ball busting cold and as soon as you get into a warm place  your fingers and toes tingle and burn? 

Now imagine our friend being so cold that she is almost to the brink of hypothermia, then taking her naked body and plunging it into hot water.  Hmmmm, I wonder how that would go.  Would she scream? I would fucking hope so.  Would her whole body ache? If I were a guy I would be getting a boner from just thinking of this.

Then I would turn the hose on her when she is curled up freezing again in the deep freeze.  Then defrost, then freeze, then defrost.  I wonder how long you can keep someone alive doing that.  In the end though, I think that I would just make her into a Jill Pop.  Put her outside on my balcony as a winter decoration.  Nobody would ever think that it was actually real,so why the fuck not.  Now I just have to find someone named Jill and make this fantasy into a reality.

Hide and Seek

Taboo phone sexI can heeeeeeeeeeeeeeear you.  I can hear your breathing.  Are you scared? Are you hoping that I will give up and go away? No no little one, that is exactly what I am NOT going to do.  Was that a sob? I am almost certain it was.  I am getting warmer aren’t I?  Are you covering your mouth in an attempt to stay quiet?  Oh baby girl, I can hear the sweat drip from your forehead onto the dusty floor.  Are your eyes wide? Are you frantically moving your head back and forth trying to find a way out? I have news for you sunshine, there isn’t one.

I know I am speaking loud enough for you to hear me.  This old building, with it’s empty rooms, and decayed floors carries sound rather well.  It also makes it so you cannot tell from which direction I am moving toward you.  Makes the game more interesting.  Don’t you think so too my sweet play doll?  Didn’t you like the pretty box I let you lay in until you woke up?  I hope so, because when our game is done, you will be right back in it.

Oh my, someone took their patten leather shoes off. Didn’t they? Did me saying that make you stop dead in your tracks? I am sure it did.  Would you like to know how I know that you abandoned not only your pretty shoes but those tiny little socks with the lace around the ankles? I can see your toe prints in the grime that is on the floor.  Do you know what else I see?  I see the trail you left for me to follow. 

I’m getting closer, you know it, and I know it.  Did you piss yourself yet? Do you feel those tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise up?  Are you wanting your Mommy?  Don’t worry sweet one, I am almost to you now.  Some day your Mommy will see you again.  She will shed tears just like you are shedding tears now.   Only hers will be from sorrow, and soon…yours will be from pain.

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I Believe You Can Fly

Accomplice phone sex“Trash.  That is what you are.  Never wanted, never needed, useless and you serve no purpose what so ever.  If you were to just disappear I wouldn’t even notice.  As a matter of fact, why don’t you do just that.  I have more important people in my life, I never really wanted you anyway.  The only reason I kept you is that I didn’t have the money for an abortion.”

Those were the last words that it heard from it’s Mother before it rain crying out into the rain.  It thought that running away would solve all it’s problems.  IT is an idiot.  I wasn’t the one who found it, it was at a homeless shelter sitting on a cot in the corner.  Oh, did I mention that I volunteer at a Homeless Shelter?  I do, I will tell you why at some point soon.  Anyway, there it was.  Looking scared and shit.  You would think that because of the age of it, authorities would of been called.  I guess it was thought that it belonged to one of the adults that were there.  It took me all of thirty minutes of watching to realize that it didn’t belong to anyone and it was scared.

I had to laugh a little bit.  It heard me, I waved at it.  It waved back slowly.  I walked over with a lunch sack.  It took it and asked if it was free.  I told it not to be stupid, it was in a shelter, you don’t pay for things in a shelter.  I went back to passing out the lunches.

A long time had passed and it became more and more friendly with me.  I offered to call it’s parents for it.  It wanted to go back home even though it’s Mother said those things to it.  Apparently it’s better to be ignored then be on the streets.  Whatever, I don’t care.

I had my cell phone back home so I told it that either I could run back and get it or it would have to wait until the next day.  It looked like it was going to cry, so I said, “Come on.”  The more it talked the more irritated I became.  You know what? Fuck it.  No wonder the Mother said that shit, it wouldn’t shut up, not even for a god damned second.  A change in plans occurred.  I took it to a hotel telling it that I rented a suite because it was cheaper than paying regular rent.  We went up the stairs to the top floor.  I told it I had forgotten my key that I would be right back.

I walked back down to the desk, showed a little bit of tit to the guy behind the check in and he gave me the key to my room which I had lost.  I told her to open the door to the balcony, as she did so I just rushed her and ‘accidentally’ pushed her over the edge.  Ooops.  At least it’s quiet now.

Follow

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Aren’t the poor ones the easiest ones to lure away from their safety?  All you have to do is promise them materialistic items and they follow.  All the warnings, and lectures their Mother’s have given them regarding going with people they do not know just leaves their tiny little brains.

The one who you saw peaked your interest right away.  She was in the store with her Mom asking her for everything and anything.  The Mother sadly told her that she was sorry but they just could not get anything this time, that maybe next time they would have more money.  Then she leaned down and gave her daughter a hug.  The girl walked behind her Mom slowly and you heard her mutter, “We never have any money.” 

Keeping a good distance between yourself and them, you follow.  Eventually they walk up to a run down apartment building.  You hear the little girl ask if she can play on the playground.  The Mother gently touches her daughter’s shoulder and tells her okay but not too long because they have to go to the food bank because she couldn’t get everything at the store. 

The Mother disappears into the building and the little one takes off running toward the swing sets.  You pull out your cell phone and start to talk loudly on it as you make your way toward her.  Not even looking at her you start your pretend call saying that you cannot believe that your daughter didn’t like her birthday present.  You make yourself sound upset and act as though you have no clue what to do with your daughter’s ungrateful behavior.  Then you say, “You know what? If she is going to act that way, I’ll just give that bike away to someone else!”  You hold the phone to your chest, turn around and shout, “Hey, little girl? Do you want a brand new bike? My daughter is being a brat and I don’t think she deserves it!”

The little girl knew exactly all about how your daughter was being a brat, because you made sure to speak loudly enough for her to hear everything.  She excitedly shook her head yes.  Her soft curls bobbing up and down on her shoulders.  You tell her that you just have to walk down to the place where you were having the party to get it for her.  You ask her if she wants to go along so she can just ride the bike back to her apartment building so  you won’t have to walk all the way back.  She smiles and says yes.

As soon as you closed that door, she knew something was wrong.  Maybe it was the smell, maybe it was all dust floating in the air, maybe it was the half blacked out windows,  perhaps it was all the other little girl clothing scattered along the floor leading to a dirty mattress in the corner, or perhaps it was the other little girl in the dog crate in the corner whimpering in the pale defused light.  What ever it was didn’t really matter because she was the one who chose to follow.

While He Lays Sleeping

Taboo Phone SexThe subconscious is a wonderful play ground.  It stores hopes, fears, irrationalities, then when you least expect it, it brings them up as you sleep.  I remember growing up next door to a family that were overly friendly.  They wouldn’t let their insanely happy future pole riders play with me, but nobody left their offspring play with me.  The middle one, he would get picked on all the time.  He wouldn’t talk, but he would whisper things all the time. It didn’t bother me at all, because we all know that Ruby Girl always whispered to me.

One day his Mom was drinking coffee in the kitchen with my Mom and she was telling my Mom that she was scared for him.  This peaked my interest.  I walked softly to the door and heard her say that he had stopped going outside because he was deathly afraid of bugs, and if he saw one he would start to scream and flail around violently.  I didn’t know what flail meant, but I guessed that it was something weird and scarey.

It took me three days of being ‘nice’ to get the neighbor’s daughter, who was around my age to invite me over to play in the yard.  I could see him looking at us outside.  I told his sister that I had made him a card to make him feel better.  I asked if she could give it to him.  She ran upstairs and I saw her hand it to him.  He placed it down on the window sill and walked away.  That stupid bastard!  I wanted to see what would happen.

A few nights later my Mom came flying into my room.  She was yelling about how evil I was, and how terrible I was.  I had my hand under my pillow touching Ruby Girl’s hand.  I didn’t flinch, I didn’t back up, I just laid there as she told me how horrible I was.  Big deal.  She finally sat down on my bed and looked at me for a few seconds.  She leaned in and told me that she didn’t understand me, and what I did to the neighbor boy was one of the worst things anyone could ever do.  I asked her what she was talking about.

She said that the card that I made the boy wasn’t nice.  I tried not to smile.  She told me that he cannot sleep because now of the bugs that fell out of the card I made him and they crawled away.  Now he thinks there are a ton of bugs in the walls and keeps having nightmares.  I heard Ruby Girl giggle.

I often wonder about him, they moved a few weeks later.  I hope he thinks of me, I hope those bugs still slither and crawl into the walls of his subconscious so that he can have sweet terrifying dreams of them as he lays sleeping.

Knock Knock

Rape phone sex fantasies RavenDarling little Angels, With pretty hate filled eyes,

Trained to gasp with pleasure, as men slip between their thighs.

Holding on so tightly, small hands upon his face

Never did the stupid fool consider the real price of this wicked place .

He grunts, groans and whispers, sick demented things

into soft, tiny ears, as they are forced down upon rusted bed springs.

When his  sack is empty, he pulls away to leave,

Until he feels that little tug, hard upon his sleeve.

For one forever moment, He shows a little love,

He reaches down toward his freshly soiled Princess, to give a swift  short hug.

She presses broken finger nails into his soft fat flesh,

She clings to her former lover as the other tasty young things

emerge to join in the mesh.

He tries to thrust her outward, push her hard away from his side,

the nails, they dig in deeper as her mouth stretches opens wide.

The others are upon him before he can fight back,

They are hungry little demons looking for an

after hard fuck snack.

You see this stupid piece of male meat walked into the place,

thinking it was your typical young girl whore house where he could just shoot his load upon a small little face.

She took his money gladly, then lead him down the steps,

Into the damp dim gloom, you could hear the little voices coming from each tiny room,

He picked the one he wanted, his cock already hard.

She smiled a crooked smile, then knocked upon the door,

it opened up silently, hardly scraping on the floor.

The little thing giggled, then laid down on the bed that was smelly and blood marred.

At first he didn’t notice how the blood was also on the wall,

Or how there were screams from other men echoing in the hall.

Now he is surrounded, brought down to the floor,

teeth, sharp and jagged keep going back for more.

Within a few horrific minutes, he isn’t there at all.

The sweet little evil one, in whom he plunged his cock,

licks off her sticky fingers, then awaits another knock.

 

Crack Fuck

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There are times when I like to go out searching for some slum pussy.  I know it’s disgusting for most people, but for me it’s so hot.  Dirty, filthy cracked up bitches  just will do anything to make money to get their next rock.  It can be damned incredible.  The thing I don’t like about it though is they constantly talk.  I do not know if that’s like some sort of fucked up side effect of the snow pebble, or if they just like to hear themselves speak.  Some of the shit they say is pretty fucking funny, it makes no sense what so ever.

I have a favorite pipe princess who has a very sweet pussy.  I fuck guys too, but not often, I love pussy.  She always smiles when she sees me walk into her crack house.  I go there just to find her.  She is always there, in a corner just fucked up out of her mind, but she recognizes me right away.

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There are a shit load of pathetic bitches in this place.  Drug use to me is a weakness.  I have no respect for hard core drug users, but if they want to get so fucked up to the point where they lose their teeth, then that’s on them.  I don’t really care.  To me they are just bugs that can be eradicated at any moment. Worthless burdens on the whole fucking world.  However, my little Crack Fuck has something about her that just gets under my skin and I need to abuse her pussy for my pleasure.  She pretends to like everything I do to her, but I know she doesn’t, which is why I enjoy it so much.  I think the bitch actually loves me.  I take her home for a night of torture and pussy pounding and she gets paid, which makes her slum cunt the perfect play toy.

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