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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

cannibalism phone sex big tits milfThese girls from the gym that I do Zumba with invited me to a bonfire one of them was having out at her family’s farm. They said bring a friend, but female as it was a girls night. We were gonna get drunk, smoke weed and just have fun. Sounded great to me. I grabbed my BFF, got in the jeep and we headed to rural Kentucky. We joked a bit on the way that it seemed like we were driving through the area in one of those Wrong Turn movies. We got there and the girls were naked and dancing around the bonfire. I told my BFF, they just witches wannabes and we giggled. When in Rome, right? We took off our clothes started dancing around the bonfire with them drinking moonshine.

Next thing I know, my BFF and I are bound, gagged and tied to a stake. That moonshine  I guess was spiked. I thought is this a joke? Then the girls swarmed around us like bees on honey. They started calling us bitches and stupid cunts. One girl tried to claim I stole her boyfriend a few years ago. Really? A few years ago, not last week? Get  over it. My smart ass comments didn’t go over well with the Witches of Eastwick and I got slapped hard and an apple shoved in my mouth to shut me up. I still thought this was some sort of payback and would be over soon, but then they were dousing us in some buttery sweet smelling liquid. Did I smell pineapple? They appeared to be seasoning us. WTF? My friend looked scared; I was still in this is a joke mode. But, one of them said we were not only the guests of honor, but we were the main course.

They moved us over the bonfire. We were stacked on top of each other. The flames were so hot. We were literally melting. The main witch just kept turning us around and around and poking at our flesh. I could feel my skin frying, getting crispy. The pain was awful. We were like pigs at a luau. We would be dead soon. Dinner for the Witches of Eastwick. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Burnt flesh? It’s nauseating. These crazed bitches were continuing to dance around the bonfire , watching us cook to death. Getting off on the smell of our flesh. We were helpless, powerless, almost cooked to death. That’s when I heard the evil ring leader sing, “Cassandra roasting over and open flame….” But this wasn’t a joke. I was dinner. I was nothing more than a side of beef.

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Was it a dream or was I just high?

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I had partied all fucking night. It was an orgy, with friends.  I had done some blow, lots of shots and a I have no idea how many pills. I was Drained but very wired from the combination of drugs and alcohol. I love fucking while I’m wasted.  I was drifting in and out of sleep. My current fuck buddy was spread out on top of my messy bed totally naked and hot as hell. Everyone was passed out, scattered all over my large loft apartment, on floors, and sofas, outside on patio chairs. empty shot glasses and beer cans filled the tables.  As I gazed outside of my bedroom window onto the patio, I saw dark shadows moving around in the bushes. I kept passing out but would wake up a few seconds later from the drugs. I felt a presents above me and by the foot of the bed. I must be dreaming, I thought.  I felt large hands wrapping around my waste very tight (I was horny as hell) and one around my mouth. I was ready for something to happen. I was freaking me out. I hoped it was my fuck buddy. but I felt another set of hands on my body. I couldn’t move my legs or scream from feat, they were roped to my bed posts. My arms being held onto by someone. My ass was pulled up into the air so I was on my elbows and knees. My pussy was wet and ready for something nasty to I could hear mumbling but I couldn’t make out any words. I could see blurry images and shadows from the pale moon light that lightly lit up my room. I felt my fuck buddy moving in his sleep. It must have been my friends having their fun with  me. I went with it. I felt a large cold glass dildo slowly enter my asshole. Uhhh.. oh.. fuck..that felt amazing. It hurt so fucking good. I wanted to turn over to see who it was fucking me, but I was being restrained. A hard wet cock filled my mouth. I loved it. “FUCK ME HARD!” I wanted to scream. I didn’t have to I was being fucked hard and wished my fuck buddy would join this party. Scared to death and extremely turned on. Two cocks and a glass dildo filled me up, one in my tight pussy, the other filled up my mouth. They all moved in and out hard and fast. I love DP (double penetration) I wish there was a vibrator on my clit. I’d be in fucking heaven. Then a tongue licking my clit. Oh fucking hell, I was happy. I felt a hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter very slowly. I wanted to squirt everywhere. The cock was out of my mouth and a ball gag shoved in. The dildo came out and a man mounted me from behind and slid his huge cock in my asshole. It stretched my asshole wide, I tried to moan, it hurt so fucking good. That was what I needed. Two cocks and a ball gag. I was sweating, so tired and wired, drunk and high. My pussy wanted to cum in this guys mouth. the cocks moved faster and faster, harder and harder, I screamed for more and more louder and louder. My orgasm was so, I shot  white cum everywhere. I was soaked. My body jolted hard a few times  and i woke up. Holy fuck!! was that a Wet dream? I could barley catch my breath. I noticed my window was open, and my wrists and ankles were bruised. WTF? Everyone was gone.

Spare Me

 

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    We were out at the park after dark just after midnight on the night of a full moon when it happened. I have no idea what came over me or how the hell it happened, but the guy I was with didn’t survive. Having stepped out from the Black Metal show we were attending…

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    I didn’t even know the dudes name we were flirting, drinking, and decided to go smoke a joint together. I always keep my bag with the door guy and grabbed it on the way out as I never step outside without it. I carry my gun and a couple knives in there, along with my special “party favors”. Pulling out a joint from my bag I noticed something didn’t seem right. Once the joint was lit it had a different taste to it in fact it had us feeling pretty whacked.

   We smoked and decided to go over to the swings in the park and chill. I pulled out a flask of what was supposed to be Jack, but in taking a swig it had an acrid taste to it, like blood. Fuck it was blood, and what appeared to be vodka, where the hell did this shit come from?! I actually kinda liked the warmth it gave me and had a couple more swigs. Dude was hitting a fifth of jagermeister and suddenly I was in some sort of daze. 

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Knife in hand, blood everywhere, and a cold dead body of some dude beneath me with his pants down. My panties were off and I felt something sticky dripping from my cunt… blood and seaman. In a daze I lick my knife clean and it still isn’t quite registering with me what had happened. Looking at this corpse of a man I notice his penis has been severed, and I had a very upset feeling in my stomach. There is no way, I couldn’t have, did I?! 

Blood, Blood and More Blood…

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I think I have gotten to the part where I am absolutely turned on by the site of blood

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. My master has come to find that out also. Every time he would cut me or himself I’d start getting so wet. We’d have sex and it’s like one of best times we’ve ever done it. When there is blood involved it get’s pretty nasty if you know what I mean. So he decided it would be fun to bring back some random strangers for us to play with. Always the loners, people who wont be missed. *giggles* Master gets their hopes up high with thinking that someone, that we, care about them. We don’t, we just care about how much fun we have when we torture them. We get their bellies full and give them a few drink. One by one master incapacitates them for me. So they can’t run away or over power me.

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Blood is splattering all over the walls. That is when I start getting excited. Seeing my master beat these people to bloody pulps, just so I can have me some fun. I like playing with his many tools, cutting off fingers and pulling out eyeballs. I even love chopping them up into little pieces. Starting with their hands. I do it nice and slow, almost like I want perfection, but really knowing that the slower I do it, the more pain they will be in. Which just gets my jollies off even harder.

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But my really really really favorite part is just the blood in general. Even when I’m trying to clean up. Knowing that the blood running down my hands and face and clothes, is because of all the fun I just had. I love watching it splash and run down the sink and drain.

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 I love looking up at the mirror and not only seeing blood all over me.. but seeing that the mirror is smashed in with blood all on it, and even a little bit of hair and skin. It looks so yummy and delicious.

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I just love having days like this with my master. Once we clean up we are both hot and ready. The way he just bends me over and fucks me is amazing. I could get use to this. I think we might have to schedule days when we torture and kill people. And fuck all in their blood and whats left of them.

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: There is More Than One Way to Skin a Cat

knife play phone sex goth girl mutilateThere is more than one way to skin a cat as the saying goes. And for me, there is more than one way to skin a useless piece of shit. But my favorite is the dorsal incision. It is an ancient medical practice of circumcision, but I apply it to the entire body to skin a POS alive. It is slow and painful because I do not believe in numbing the body. The point is to feel pain, to feel your skin tearing from your body. For the dorsal incision, I start with the POS lying on his back or hanging upside down and start my incision several inches from the armpits in the center of the chest and cut down the center of the chest cavity, stopping right above the pelvis. Then flip the body and do the same down the spine. I always use a scalpel blade, which is sharp as a razor. This provides a nice clean cut, tears the flesh smoothly and evenly. Just takes a steady hand and a hell of a lot of patience. Because I got to pull the flesh from the rib cage and off the back. Pulling the skin away from the center.

After the main incision is complete, and the flesh is off the torso, I move to the legs. I start at the feet, working the scalpel blade up along the outside of the leg and then the inside. This provides two flaps of sort for which I can pull the skin off. It takes patience to keep separating the skin from the leg until all the skin is removed around each leg leaving the arms, sex organs and face to skin later. The key is to go slow and keep working the skin away from the body. That scalpel will tear the flesh well and get it to a point that it’s like peeling the skin off a piece of fruit.

knife play phone sex sadistic accomplice Once the skin is off the body, I move to the face, I take my scalpel, and make a slice along the gum line. I start in the rear of the mouth, and work forward on the lower jaw. After I have made this cut, I start at the front of the lower lip and skin the whole lower jaw area back to the corner of the mouth so that the skin is free from the skeleton. Giving a Joker like appearance. Repeat for the upper jaw. Now the fun part. I return to the neck area, and pull the skin over the skull. I grab the skin like a rope, just in front of the nose, and keep pressure on the skin as I work the skin toward the nose. I then start to cut around the scalp line and around the ears. Once I have skinned around the ears, I pull the flesh back towards the eyes. I have to put my finger inside the eyelid, and pull forward as I skin. I slice through the membrane on the back of the eye, and cut slowly until the skin around the eye is free from the orbits. Then I pull the loose flesh off like a mask toward the nose. You have to work from the bottom to the nose, then form the scalp to the nose. Then I stick my fingers in the nose and scrape the skin off if it doesn’t just peel off easily.

I try to peel the skin off evenly, but I am not a pro yet so sometimes its messy and I take a huge hunk of flesh or tissue with me. Ooops me bad. Once the skin is off the torso, legs and face, I can focus on the worthless pecker. This is the easy part. I make a single incision along the upper length of the foreskin from the tip to the corona, exposing the glans, then I peel away the flesh. But because I am a sadistic, I then cut off the penis and testicles and stuff them in the POS’s mouth. Sometimes I will salt the skin and try to tan it like the hide of  cow because I can. Sometimes I am lazy too and use a bone saw to sever off the feet and the hands, making it easier to pull the skin of the limbs.

Regardless of how you skin your victim, make sure you have plenty of sharp knives and a knife sharpener as flesh and bones will dull even the best knife money can buy. And never do it in your house. It is messy and the screams of your victim will alert the neighbors. I’m still practicing my methods as I am a novice butcher still. But I enrolled in taxidermy school to learn more ways of skinning a POS. Seeing a skinned body for some reason gets my cunt all wet.

Wanna help me find worthless pieces of shit to skin? Or maybe I can practice on you. Or at least castrate you? Few guys deserve their cock and balls anyway.

 

 

Snuff Phone Sex Slut Must Pray

I have no clue what day of the week it is, you keep my in my cell, away from the world. But today, you came to me and told me it was Sunday, and that it was time for worship. Sunday worship? You? My head was cloudy from starvation and loss of blood, but even still its clear you are not a religious man. You are known to me as only a monster. An evil monster with a lustful taste for blood and cruelty. But who am I to question anything you want? I am a piece of shit, a captive in your dream and my nightmare. I try to speak, to ask, but my tongue has long since been removed – I don’t know how I keep forgetting. And you still get joy out of watching me try to speak. It was my punishment for being a snuff phone sex girl. You tracked me down, and decided to make me your own. I would never speak of snuff again, I would only get to live it. 

You grab me by my arm, whats left of it, and drag me across the floor to another side of the dungeon. The light is different here. Its lit by something blue, its almost too bright for my eyes, as they are so used to the dark and low candlelight. I cannot make out the source of the light, but it illuminates you in a way I have never seen. You are almost…. dare I even think it…. godlike. The shadows the blue light casts down on your face and your body make you look otherworldly. I look down at my own naked body, and my scars appear black instead of the usual purple. You place me on an altar of some kind, my body limp and unable to fight any longer. Laying there, naked and injured, I feel almost beautiful.

I think back to the days before you captured me. I was never happy, and I never felt beautiful. But now, beaten beyond recognition, broken bones, and drained of every human emotion, I suddenly felt desirable. You know there is no need to chain me up, but you do it anyway. I love the feel of the cold chains, and they clank together in such a unique way. Like church bells, yes, church bells. You chain my feet together and my arms spread out to my sides, chained to the alter. The blue light covers my body and I see your eyes glimmer for just a moment as you look me up and down. Then the glimmer is gone, and they are simply cold and black again.

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Your cock is hard, and you tell me its time to pray. I look at you helplessly, not understanding, and not able to ask. You scream at me, “PRAY!” and I shudder, unable to move, unable to determine what you want me to do. To my horror, you grab me by the top of my hair and yank my head forward until my neck snaps and my chin is now resting on my chest. You made me bow my head, in prayer, and I am stuck in this contortion, no longer able to move my head myself. I now have a better view of you, standing over me. You reach for something beside the alter, its a hammer. And something else… what are those? Nails? They are giant nails, over 8 inches long each and you have a handful.

My eyes bulge in horror as you take the first nail and place it right inside my belly button. Without hesitation, you swing the hammer and blast the nail directly through my middle. I hear it thud into the alter as it leaves my backside. You scream at me to pray! I cannot pray, God left me long ago. Fuck him. I glare at you in defiance. Asking me to pray. What a joke. You take another nail and place it on my right nipple. Again you swing the hammer and drive the nail through me and into the alter. I cannot look away, and I cannot scream. You stare me down and growl at me to pray. How can I pray with no hope? You made me disbelieve. You took that from me a long time ago.

You take more nails, pounding each into my body, nailing me to the alter one by one. You avoid my heart, but my blood is dripping everywhere, I can hear it splattering on the floor. All the while screaming at me to pray! Then you stop. I can see you have one nail left. You place it over my left nipple, set to pierce my heart. You tell me this is my last chance to pray. I have no tears to cry, my eyes are dry as sandpaper, but I close them slowly. I shut you out. And I pray. I pray to die, and I pray with every ounce I have left. Then nothing. Silence.  I open my eyes and you are gone. I am laying there nailed to the alter. But there is  nail through my heart. You bastard. You fooled me again. You made me believe you were ready to snuff me, and you made me pray. Never again. You will never fool me again.

End Result.

I figured I would give out some juicy details about my kidnapped victim from the last time we talked. 🙂 After I dosed him up, I knew I only had a few minutes before he would start getting loopy and maybe even pass out. I had plenty of time to get him back to my place and tie him up. I had an old mattress laid on the phone. Some ropes hanging from the ceiling. Perfect enough he could move, but not go no where. I guess I didn’t give him a strong enough dose, because he has not passed out yet. He’s awake but looking confused. Can still move but is not even putting up any kind of effort to get away. Which, I’m okay with too. It doesn’t seem like it’d be any fun to play with someone passed out. If I make them hurt, I want to be able to hear the scream! When I start to choke him, I want him to try to fight back, I want to have his eyes open so he can look at me and make my face be the last face he see’s before he passes out. I even love to make a grown ass man cry! Beg me to stop. Wish and plead that I would just let him go. He promises he wont tell anyone, he would say, right as he’s fading in and out.

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I tie him up fully clothed so that i can use my favorite knife to cut them off one by one, strip by strip. As he looks like he’s about to try and pass out again. I grab him by his face and remind him of who is in charge. And that is me! I slap him a few times and the last time I barely get a response. I know just what I wanted to do. I call my friend Sarah Jane over. I know she got’s a few strap on’s she has been itching to try. I let her know everything that’s going on and she’s cool with it. She’s the same type of girl. She gets right to work. She’s a fuck’em and ask questions later type of girl. She doesn’t even lube up the strap on as she starts fucking him. He screams out, we just laugh like we didn’t just rape his virgin ass. She grabs the collar that is around his neck and starts choking him as she’s fucking him.

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His hips is poking that big cock out and no matter how hard he tries to fight it, I know he’s turned on. That big hard-on can’t deny that fact. I get on my hands and knees in front of him and just start backing up on his big fuckrod. Pumping it fast and hard. It’s like soon as I started going good I feel him start to shoot his cum deep in me. Which did nothing but make me start cumming too. It felt so good to have a good fuck where I was in control. I can’t wait to do it again. And I will….

 

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Kidnapped and Tortured

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Last week, one of my best friends was kidnapped while at the park with her pooch. A guy came right up to her, chloroformed her and she woke up in bondage being sexually tortured by some guy she snubbed at a bar earlier in the week. He had stalked her for days like prey and then got his revenge. Evil SOB too. He put a cattle prod in her cunt and shocked her repeatedly telling her he hoped he had ruined her female parts because she didn’t deserve to have them if she wasn’t going to use them. She was found in the woods, barely alive tied upside down to some makeshift torture rack.

Little did I know, I had encountered and snubbed the same piece of shit. He tried to pick me up and he looked like some gang banger wanna be. I told him as much. Well, he must have slipped something in my drink and kidnapped me right from the club because the next thing I knew, I woke up in a dungeon hog tied and being sodomized by that asshole. But this time, he had several friends with him, who were all forcing their dicks in me. I was tied tightly. My breasts felt like they were going to pop off my body the rope was so tight. My legs were spread wide and tied to wooden posts. His friends were laughing at me and saying, “who is the gangbanger now.”  They were all forcing their cocks in all my holes. After they had tortured me for hours with their cocks, I laid there, covered in jizz, praying to be let go. I thought about my friend and how he let her live, barely, but she was recuperating in the hospital now.

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He had an evil glimmer in his eyes as he saw the blood oozing out of my breasts where nipples use to be. Then he plunged the knife into my left breast and cut off the whole aureola and nipple. He started slicing away at the flesh, carving my breast like it was a turkey. I peed the floor, which angered him and resulted in a hard slap, a cattle prod in my ass and the knife severing my breast from my body. Blood was spraying everywhere. This only turned him on. He started jacking off until he came on the bloody part that used to be my breast. Him and his sicko pals left, with my breast. I was still tied up and bleeding, in some dank dungeon, left wondering if I would be as lucky as my friend and be found barely alive.

All Hallows Eve Is Approaching

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The Hunted…

There I was, running through the woods, my arms, legs and naked body torn to shreds from the brush. I must have been running for hours, I had lost track and my fear was so intense I had no way of telling time. I stopped for a minute, my heart pounding so loud in my head that I couldn’t think straight. What was happening to me? How did I get here? All I remember is waking up on the ground to the sound of a gunshot. I looked up and there were three men standing over me. One of them told me I have ten minutes to run. Were they hunting me? I think they were.

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I must have been drugged, as that’s all I can remember and the entire fog is just now starting to lift. I look down at my body. I have bruises everywhere, and blood dripping from multiple wounds. It appears I may have been whipped.  The pain is hardly noticeable because of the fear welling up inside. I try to calm my breathing so I can listen. I don’t hear anything in the woods around me. Its daylight, so I look around. Nothing. Were they chasing me? Were they able to see me now? What the hell is going on?

A branch cracks somewhere in the distance and I piss down my leg from the fear. My heart races again and I know what prey must feel like when it is being hunted by a lion. I try to listen but I can’t stop my labored breathing. I know I have to keep running. But I can also feel their eyes on me. I know its useless to run. I hear another crack of a branch, this time closer. I decide I have to try to run. I don’t have any sense of direction, but I forge ahead anyway. Or is this the way I came from? Will I end up running right into them?