Let me guess, you are going to be a lonely loser on Valentine’s day and you just want some company. Boy you picked the wrong girl to keep you company. I plan on chaining you up and making you my bitch. My worthless pathetic bitch boy! I’m gonna force a big fat dildo into that tight ass of yours without lube! It’s going to be a bloody valentine’s day with me this year. I’m gonna force fuck your dry asshole till you almost pass out from the pain! Then while you are still holding on to your worthless life, Ill start dismembering your body. Limb by limb. Making you watch me destroy your body! Even taking a nibble from your body. Your warm blood is making my pussy drip! Watch me as I slice your cock off and use it to fuck myself!
Category: Cannibalism phone sex
Cannibalism Glory Hole
My Master has a sick fantasy he has been wanting to bring to life so he devised an evil scheme to make it happen! We went to a local park playground and kidnapped an African American Dad that was waiting there while watching his children play! We lured him to our van by saying we needed help with our broken engine and once we got him inside of the van, Master knocked him unconscious by slamming him over the head with a shovel! We brought him back to our dungeon and Master stabbed his limbs to the wall with pitchforks while shoving his large cock through a glory hole that I had created in the same wall. Master filmed me while I sucked his big black nigger dick, I was spitting and gagging all over it while slurping it up through the hole! Master had been starving me for days, my ribs were starting to show, I was sooo hungry! He told me to eat the dick as my meal! I did as my Master told me to do and I bit hard into it while it was deep down my throat! Blood started gushing everywhere and splattering in my face, down my chest and into my pussy and ass crack! It tasted fucking disgusting but I was famished and Master made me chew and swallow the entire black schlong until there was nothing left besides his big hairy balls. The man was conscious the entire time, screaming and moaning with extreme pain while he was on the other side of the wall. He died from blood loss once Master had me eat his balls off, they were horrific tasting! Master unhinged him from the wall and let his lifeless body plop to the ground, making me crawl over to him and start to eat his face and other limbs. Master didn’t let me stop until he was unrecognizable, he wanted to make sure that I was stuffed full with human meat and flesh! I was full for days!
Snuff Porn Cannibals
Snuff porn is real. Last week, I set out to hide in the wilderness in a secluded cabin off the beaten path. I owe a guy some money, so I guess you could say I was hiding out. I had the directions my friend gave me for her uncle’s hunting cabin. Since it is not hunting season she said he would not be there. When I pulled up the place appeared to be occupied. There was fire coming out of the chimney. I saw no cars, however. Maybe squatters taking shelter from the storm I wondered? I know I should have left, but fear and curiosity had the best of me. I should have ran. I parked my truck behind some trees and walked in the snow to a window with a low amber glow. I was horrified at what I saw. My friend’s Uncle and several friends had a girl, one thick like me, spit roasted. She looked like a pig at a luau. Her skin was glistening from some sort of oil. Her hands were bound as were her feet in the position you often find turkeys. One guy was sprinkling cracked pepper over her body, while another was stuffing some sort of food up her puss and ass. It took me some time to realize that this wasn’t some sort of snuff role play, but actual snuff sex. They were going to cook and eat this girl. They were cannibals! I let out a gasp, but they heard me. As I tried to run to the car, my friend’s uncle lassoed me like cattle. He dragged me into the cabin kicking and screaming. Although I said I wouldn’t tell a soul, they refused to let me go. I offered up my fuck holes, but they were not interested in anything I had to say. They started cooking the plump girl over an open flame. Her screams were maddening, but the smell rather intoxicating. After she was clearly dead, one of the guys turned to me and said to his friends, “We need to plump this one up first and get all the artificial dyes out of her hair, and she will be one yummy meal.” I watched them eat the girl while drinking wine and celebrating special meals with special friends. I was scared. The only way I was leaving this cabin was in their bellies.
Feliz Navidad, Bitch.
I was in the mood for something ethnic. Something spicy. Something that wasn’t on the menu. I’ve had the dark meat and the light meat. I’ve had my eye on this cute little Latina that works at the hole in the wall taco shop down the street. I couldn’t help but notice her just about every time that I go in for a couple tacos. She is the perfect little Mexican. Perky tits, nice round ass, and she has that sweet little subservient attitude that most true Latin women have. Just the thought of her screaming in agony begging me to stop made me drip. I planned it out carefully. I found that she generally worked Thursday nights, and had Friday and Saturday off. I had been able to figure out that she is a single mom that lives by herself, no one would miss her for at least a couple days. I went in late Thursday night, just before closing time and ordered two of the oh-so-delicious carnitas tacos that they sell and a small horchata. She smiled at me with her cute innocent smile. I could see the emptiness in her eyes. She knew she was going home to an empty apartment and a crying little one. I mentioned that through my visits to get tacos that I overheard she was a single mom. I offered her my condolences, pretending to sympathize with her situation. “Feliz Navidad” I asked her if she was ready for Christmas.
With a heavy accent, she explained to me that she was here because of a man that knocked her up and bailed, all of her family is still in Mexico and she is doing what she can just to provide for herself and her Little one. Perfect. I insist that she come spend an evening with me so we could celebrate the holidays together. I saw a little flicker of hope in her eyes, maybe she felt like she finally wasn’t all alone. She was just like the Indian woman I helped a few year back, “Khushal borit natala” She accepted my request Just like the Indian woman. After she told me that she was off the next two days I talked her in to coming over that night, bringing her young one, I would provide the tequila and cheesy holiday movies. Perfect. Soon I would have this hot little piece of Mexican ass all for myself. After a ruffied screwdriver she was all mine. I stripped her naked, admiring her perky nipples and perfect little pussy. I knew I had two days to play with her. I decided to lay out all of my fun toys in front of her so she could see all the fun we would have. I waited in anticipation for her to wake up and see the giant butt plug, pairing knife, vice grips, and blow torch set out in front of her. I was going to make this a Christmas she would never forget. Last year I played with a sweet African mommy who begged me to let her go ” Geseënde Kersfees” as I gave her a kiss and made her watch me eat her little one! Give me a call if you want to hear about all the fun we had. Oh, did I mention that there was a little ball of whiney dessert named Juanita waiting for me in the other room?
Let me be your Christmas dinner
I love being tied up like a little hog. Pretending the big red ball gag in my mouth was a apple, and I would be already for you to roast up for your Christmas dinner. I would love to be in the oven getting nice and crispy for you to enjoy. Wrapping my fingers, toes, and nipples so they don’t burn. I would be already shaved and have all the drugs detoxed out of my body so I can taste the best for you. You can shove all your veggies and seasonings into my cunt and ass hole so I can taste so yummy. I promise I will be a good little whore for you. I will let you do whatever you want so I can be your Christmas dinner.
Holiday long pig
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.
Snuff Porn Thanksgiving
Happy snuff porn Thanksgiving. I hate the holidays. Only thing I want to stuff today is my knife into some little whore. I find little ones annoying as fuck actually. I don’t have a maternal bone in my body, which actually makes me a great accomplice if your want to force fuck and torture little ones. I would never try to save them. In fact, I would be encouraging you to do very bad things. Thanksgiving is a wonderful time to hunt too. Parents get drunk or high. They get their bellies filled with dead bird, which makes them sleepy and they neglect their little ones. Those little ones fall prey to sadistic folks like us every major holiday. What do you think? I suggest we hunt for a tender little bird, clip her wings and stuff her ass with your huge cock. If we find one young enough, it will be such a tight fit too. More than that though. Young enough, tiny enough, your cock will literally split her in two. I love a bloody bird. Once you split that young bird in two, I will gut her. Reach my hands right inside of her, pull out her entrails and for shits and giggles, I will stuff them up her ass. We could even put her in the oven, roast her to a nice golden brown then have a very special Thanksgiving dinner.
Tender lovin
My prime meat skank has been prepped! Her head was shaved, body is hairless. I got in her pussy and plucked out every little tiny pubic hair on her pussy to make her perfectly bald. She has been forced fed through a funnel for the last few days. Gotta get her all pure, and tasting good. I want her flesh falling apart when I bite into it. So I am going to have to tenderize her before I cover her in the olive oil, salt and pepper, garlic, onion and dried herbs. I am going to stuff her with veggies so they steam in her juices as she slowly roast. She is tied up so she can’t move. I want her muscles weak so its easy to chew through. I grabbed my meat tenderizing hammer and started tenderizing her. Every scream made my pussy throb. Every time she begged me to stop tenderizing her made me do it even harder! I am going to enjoy roasting this skank.
The Fall Skank Hunt
This time of year always excites me. All of the yummy food and traditions from the old world. I love it. This year I will be having my family in, and I will be giving them the best feast they have ever had. But first I have to get the perfect foul fowl. I went on my hunt to find a choice meaty skank. I got everything prepared. I wanted it to be perfect. I needed my look and my scent just right, after all I don’t want to scare them off. The crisp fall air felt so good on my pale skin. My long black hair flowing behind me as I prowled. The Moon Goddess was bright, and she showed me the way to the perfect college party. In the City of Sin, there is always a party. I wanted something young, thick and pure. There is always the nerdy girl who got dragged to the party. She would be drunk and fall right into my sights. I walked in and looked around the place.
Drunk girls everywhere, perfect hunting ground. All of the silly little college boys jaw’s dropped when they watched me walk in, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission. I knew what I wanted, and I knew exactly where to find her. After a few minutes of scouting, I found her. Passed out in a hallway closet. She had puked all over herself. I shoved my finger down her throat to make her puke again. She woke up to see me trying to help her. I told her I would clean her up and we walked right out of the house together. I could feel her weight against me as she leaned on me for help. Her 42 double d’s made my mouth water. I was going to roast those first. They would be so tender and juicy, I just had to get her home first.
Accomplice phone sex with Langley
On 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?