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.
Category: Cannibalism phone sex
Let me 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?
Murder Barbie
Blood splatter all over the walls, dripping down my body. The last image in my head is seeing my lower half of my body across the room on the floor covered in blood. Chopping up my body into little pieces to do what ever your heart desires with them. That is what I want! I want to please your even after you take away my last breath. I am still your little murder barbie. You can undress me and dismember me, anything. I am all yours to snuff tonight. Let your furry friend come and eat my guys out of my still alive body. Let him lick up my blood that is spewing out of my mouth. Make me eat pieces of myself and tell you how good I taste.
Cannibalism phone sex with Langley!
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?
Crafty Bitches
Do you know why witches would snag little ones out of their bed and those brats are never seen again? For their blood. Those little fucking brats have magic in their blood. It keeps those witches looking hot and young. They would fuck in a little brats blood. It would tighten their pussies and assholes. It would lift their titties and make them look 18 again. That is my plan. I found the cutest family and I mean little. They were perfect for what I needed. I noticed the other day as I was riding a big fat black cock that my titties weren’t as bouncy. There were lines in my face. What the fuck! I’m not old, I’m not even fucking 25. Parting and fucking has worn my body out and I knew what I needed. I needed to steal those brats from that little family. Keep them around for a week or two. Fatten them up, get them juicy and swollen. Stop letting them move around. They would be so pure and tender. Plus their young blood would make me beautiful again. I knew exactly what I was going to do. Do the oldest one first. bleeding her out will be easy and she is fatter than the other one.
I would hang her upside down and slice her throat, letting her young warm blood drip down my body. I would rub it in and all over my face. I can feel my skin tightening up. My fingers trace over my beautiful firm tits down to my belly, down to my pussy. I start rubbing the blood into my pussy, making me virgin tight. I shove my bloody wet fingers in my asshole. Making it feel like a fresh virgin ass. As I finger both of my holes the pre heat on the oven goes off and I cum. She is going to be so fucking yummy. The other one was going to be even better. Fatten her up and make her pure. She is going to be so tender and her bloody it going to put me at my peek. I will be looking hotter than ever and enjoy the fun fucking all the guys who want me so bad they won’t take no for an answer. I am so fucking horny. I am going to let her slow roast and see how many cocks I can get before this little one is cooked to perfection.
Let Me Go Get You Your Dinner.
Wouldn’t a little teen roasting in the oven be so good tonight? I would love to be your little accomplice and go out to the beaches and find you the best looking piece of meat ever. Since you live so close it would nothing just to drop me off and get her back to your kitchen with no problem. We can knock her out and strap her down on the table and start drowning her in olive oil and butter make sure she will be golden brown on all sides when shes done cooking. We have to make sure we gut her good so we only get the good meat that will be tender and juicy. That little teens meat just squirting juices down your mouth as you take bite after bite.