January 3rd is Humiliation Day. It is one of my favorite times of year. This year I went out for a special humiliation shopping list. I wanted a chubby pig to fire roast. I went to meat market after meat market with no luck. Walking through the market I found her. She was plump in all the right places. Her ass was so thick and juicy I wanted to take a bite of her there. I love the market I go to. Fresh meat and all of them alive. I love that part, bringing home my live dinner and getting them fattened up. This piggie was fat enough. I knocked her on the back of the head after I followed her out of the store. She was shopping alone and it was just perfect timing. I brought her home to have fun with my meal before I tied her up and start roasting her. I put make up on her and made her crawl around in her own filth. She was a shit covered piggie that was going to fill my belly.
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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Blonde Rump Roast for Thanksgiving?
Cannibalism phone sex seems to pick up in popularity around the holidays. I think all those men with finer taste get hungry for an exotic meal. I’m a perfect meal, or so I have been told. I’m not too skinny, not fat, just got some meat on my bones. My callers have a lot of different ways of capturing me. Kidnapping, home invasion, duping me with a Craig’s List ad, hitchhiker, stranded motorist, drunk party girl… What remains constant however, is the preparation they take so I am ready to be served on Thanksgiving. I am caged; fattened up with protein shakes; my fake titties are carved out of me; my tats scrapped off me with sandpaper; my body washed of chemicals; my bleached blonde locks restored to my natural color or shaved; and all my piercings removed. Apparently, I will taste better natural.
Once restored to a natural state, the seasoning of my flesh begins. Sometimes I am basted in a herb and butter sauce. Other times, a seasoned marinade is used. I’m usually tenderized first so my flesh will hold the taste best. That is always very painful. There are lots of ways to cook me. Can tie me up like a turkey, stuff my ass and cunt with a sage dressing and oven roast me all day long. Bonus you get to hear my screams from the oven as I slowly cook to death. You can ram a spit roast though my ass and out my mouth, stuff an apple in my mouth and roast me over an open flame like a pig. You can listen to my blood curdling screams as the spit roast pierces my internal organs. . Being burned alive is nothing in comparison. You can even chop me up into little pieces and make a stew out of me. Get off as I bleed to death. Either way you choose to cook me, I am very delectable. Of course the way I taste, has everything to do with how you prepare me.
So what are you eating this Thanksgiving? May I suggest a nice blonde rump roast seasoned to your liking?
Cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast!
I was excited to go home for thanksgiving this year. I missed my family so much. I am at my house packing my bags, making sure I have everything I will need. I realize that I need to run to the store really quick. When I arrive home I notice a strange car parked in my drive way. I got a weird feeling as I got out of my car and approached the random ass car. I looked inside the window to see if anyone was inside. There were no door panels on the door or door handles. The car looked well kept. I walked to my front door and noticed it was cracked open.
“Hello?” Bam! I fell on my face. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head I went unconscious. I can hear what’s going on around me but my body is not responsive for some odd reason. I hear the car driving, and the man next to me mumbling. He sounds like he is talking to me. “Oh baby I am so hard, I have wanted you for so long.” “Oh baby you feel so wet, you want me to don’t you, you little whore?” My eyes start to open and I can see everything now. Lights are making my vision blurred but I can make out stuff.
There is a table with thanksgiving decorations. There are side dishes; corn, mashed potatoes, bread, green beans, and a huge silver plate in the middle with nothing on it. It must be a big turkey that goes on the platter. The man gets on the floor next to me and licks my cheek. “Some rosemary and salt will do you good.” I look at him puzzled. My hands are tied up and so are my ankles.
He rips my clothes off of my body. He starts touching my smooth kissed by the sun skin. “Mm so soft.” He takes his fingers and puts them in my mouth, my saliva makes his fingers wet. He runs his sausage fingers down my chest, my belly, and unto my pussy. He feels inside of my cunt. “You are going to be so tender and delicious.” He gets a pole and puts me on my tummy.
He slides the stick in between the rope where my hands meet and my ankles. He picks me up and carries me to the back yard. There is a huge fire and a table full of ingredients and a baster. He puts me on the table and begins to rub seasoning all over my body. He puts an apple in my mouth and starts shooting juice and onions and fruit up my pussy. It finally connects in my head, I am his center piece turkey.
He puts my body over the fire, begging to roast my flesh. I can’t yell and in a matter of fact I am starting to choke on my saliva. “That’s right honey, keep those juices inside. We want to make you moist and savory.” Tears run down my face as I try to plead with my eyes. “Don’t worry I am very thankful for you.”
Time To Feast
Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I have a feast in the fridge marinating and getting ready to cook and serve to all my guest. Obtaining my feast was an adventure as always. I found a new “farm” way out in the country that has a wide variety of flesh to choose from. The “farm” is very innovative in their approach to this very selective process. They offer a variety of options for one to make a purchase. One may mingle with the live specimens and examine them up close and personal before making a choice. One may view their choices from behind a one way mirror for a less personal purchase. One may actually hunt their meal in a secured area on the grounds for a more sporting approach to their purchase. Or one may simply go to the meat shop where there are pre-butchered cuts of meat for sale. Being a selective connoisseur of the finer meats, I combined the up close and personal inspection with the sport of the hunt. After choosing several select specimens I had them sent to the hunting grounds and used my favorite hunting weapon, my bow and arrow. After felling my prey I was able to gut her there on the property before they wrapped her up and put her on ice. Now the main course is marinating and the bits and pieces for my “giblet” gravy is marinating in a pot as well. I look at her every day while masturbating in the kitchen with the anticipation of sharing this feast. Won’t you join us for dinner?
Thanksgiving Dinner Prep
Each year I search and search for the perfect meat for my thanksgiving table. I don’t want her to be fat or too thin. She needs to be just right, so this year I have had my special human turkey tied up and force feed all the proper foods. I want to fatten her up just a little bit. She is tied up so she does not use those muscles and make her meat tough. I do not want my guests chewing and chewing on a whore. I want her meat to melt in their mouth as they take the fist bite.
I want them to crave more of her. I want my meat to be decadent! That is why I have kept her here, locked away. She is going to be perfect. She makes my mouth and my pussy water. I just want to eat her now. But I am going to wait and continue to feed her everything that is going to make her body taste so amazing.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: What’s Cooking in Your Kitchen?
I love cannibalism phone sex, especially during this month of Thanksgiving. I am so grateful that there are so many stupid bitches around that I can have for dinner. Literally. I have been watching cooking shows for months now to learn the proper seasonings for white meat. I like dark meat too, but there are far more dumb drunk white girls roaming the malls and bars of America. I have learned a few things over the years of preparing special holiday feasts. Always have back up meat. Sometimes you grab a meal on the go and don’t realize until you get home it is already spoiled or way past its expiration date.
Nothing ruins meat more than too many tattoos; or fake boobs and butt implants. Plastic surgery and a face full of Botox means you are a practice meal at best. I don’t serve my friends anything but the best, purest meat. I have a sweet young thing chained in the back yard as I type. She is free range, eating corn meal and protein so her meat with be extra juicy come Thanksgiving Day. I also have a not so sweet thing who is giving the Kardashian twits a run for their money in the fake department. She is a barely legal girl already addicted to plastic surgery and chemicals. Honestly, she will do society far more good as a practice meal. I am just putting her out of everyone’s misery, including her own.
It got messy, but I extracted her breast and butt implants. Shaved her head so the bleach would not ruin her flavor. I flavored her body in a yummy butter sauce. Slow roasted her over an open flame on a bed of veggies. Even put an ear of corn in both ends as a side dish. The key is letting the sauce absorb into the skin. This can be obtained with an overnight sauté or good meat tenderizing before roasting. I like a slow roast. Sure there may be some screams as the heat consumes your meal, but ultimately it just makes the meat so much more tender and sweet.
I applied some cooking tips I learned from Rachel Ray and I pretty much turned Spam into Lamb. Even golden brown. Tender and juicy all around. A nice aroma. And seasoned to perfection. She yielded way too much meat for me alone, and I never let a meal go to waste, so I put parts in my Ninja blender. Made some protein shakes for the real meal grazing in the backyard and some diced meat for sandwiches. I so can’t wait for Thanksgiving. Want to join me for a very special meal? You can bring a special side dish and we can trade recipes!
snuff porn kidnapped
I love to sneak up and snuff porn kidnapped a whore. They get in the car thinking its just another pussy or cock to fuck. She is perfect for us. We throw money at her left and right. We got her to agree to come over for dinner. Once we got to the house we wanted to have some fun with her. I sat him down and had him watch. I pulled her clothes off, and began to rub her cunt right in front of him. I could see his cock was already nice and hard. I laid her down and started eating her young cunt. Fuck she tasted so good! I knew she was going to be perfect for dinner.
She was thick in all the right places, she was the perfect age and had beautiful skin. Now all we needed was to prep her for dinner. He joined in once he was ready to start getting things ready. He slid his cock inside of her and fucked her hard. As he filled her cunt up with his special sauce, he hit her over the head knocking her out. She woke up feeling the heat from the fire as he fucked me. The sounds of her screams and the smell of her skin burning made him cum so hard. Now we wait to eat her!
Don’t take candy from strangers
Did your parents ever tell you to not take candy from strangers? Did your mommy and daddy take your candy away to check it before you ate any of it? You never know what might be in it. Tiny needles that will tear up your insides. Maybe some poison in your candy apples. Or razor blades in your chocolate. If you come to my house on Halloween you won’t make it out. Parents don’t keep track of their monsters so when a few go missing no one knows where they went. I keep mine. I fatten them up, I shave their young bodies. They aren’t too young but not old. I use them as props in my decor. This year is the Bloody butcher shop. Half eaten human arms, legs and feet. No one notices that they are real. They just think it is part of all the fun and scare of Halloween. When really I have the rest of their bodies roasting in the oven. I need to get my appitizers just right for my up coming Halloween party.
My New Victim
The more I drove around looking for a victim,the more my desire to fullfill a rape fantasy began to boil inside me. I had to quench my thirst for torture, blood, pain and fear. I had been wondering the streets all day looking for her. Driving around, walking the streets. I looked at the street market, I searched the parks, the malls, even the movie theaters. I was just about to give up there she was, like a gift from an evil lord, for my pleasure. I watched the fear in her eyes change from fear to desperation and back to fear again as I drove home. I tied her to my alter spread eagle and shaved all the hair off her pussy. I poured my scented oil all over her body, cleansing her. I burnt my sage over her and purged her body of all impurities. Finally I took her violently, assulting every inch of her body while she screamed for mercy. When I was done with her. I sliced her wrists and let her bleed into the two little glass bowls I have. Once she was bleed I butchered her and began cooking her slowly. Dinner was going to be good today….
Cannibalism Phone Sex: Why I love Fall!
Fall is my favorite time of year for a couple reasons. First, I love Halloween. Not only do I like all things horror and scary being a Goth girl sadist, but the entire month of October is hunting season for me. Why? Because dumb bimbos find the need to dress in some sort of slutty costume for the entire month. Slutty nurses, slutty secretaries, cheerleaders, sexy bunnies or kittens… Hell girls will be a slutty nun to bring attention to their bodies. This helps me with the second reason I love this time of year so much. Thanksgiving. Fuck the pilgrims. I am all about that special dining experience. October allows me to better see the meat if you know what I mean. All those stupid bimbos walking around in slutty costumes, drinking too much, means I can find the right meal a month in advance. That gives me plenty of time to fatten her up; purify her body; work on the right recipe; and invite my fellow friends who enjoy a fine dining experience too.
The best meals are planned well in advance. With this kind of dining experience, you need the meal prepared correctly. No running to the store for a back up rump roast if you burn your girl. Ii mean meal. Now, sometimes a special accomplice hires me to make a meal out of an annoying ex or co worker. It is fun to dine on the dregs of society. At least he or she can bring some happiness to people in the end! Regardless of how the meal is selected, the preparation is what makes the meal scrumptious. Skinny sluts need fed a month of protein shakes. Most whores need the dyes out of their hair; the saline out of their tits (although I do try to nab the meals with real breasts); remove all piercings and fake nails and crap. Daily washing in a butter sauce makes the skin so tender and juicy. About a week before Thanksgiving, I start experimenting with seasonings and special sauces. I’m an excellent cook. Of course I have been schooled well and trained in the preparation process by experts. Now is the time of year for all those special meal requests. I can nab just about anyone with no difficulty between now and Halloween. I’m also looking for help with the meal preparation process. And of course folks who would like to spend Thanksgiving with me dining on a most special meal.
I love cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I have peculiar tastes, do you?