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I saw them earlier. They must be hiking up into the mountains for a party. This weekend is one of the last for spring break. I am hungry. I know there is easy prey out there. Its almost like a horror movie is playing out in my life. City brats who have no idea about this mountain or the people around it. My mother and her clan own this land, they do their crazy witch craft shit. I know I can get the men to help me grab those brats . We need a few for the blood moon. I walked up the path to see them all there. They were doing the typical teen thing, drinking around a fire, some a re passed out and some are fucking in plain sight. No one noticed me. No one saw me walk into their camp until I grabbed the big titted red head and threw her into the fire. They started to scream and run as I stood there laughing at them. The men from the cult grabbed them and tied them all up. I grabbed the red head who fell out of the fire. She was begging me to stop. To help her. I kissed her burnt lips and pushed her back into the fire. I’m going to eat good tonight. Now I need to find my new sex slave. I’m thinking about using this big black one. 

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Spring Means Pig Roasts!

cannibalism phone sex snuffOne of the many things I enjoy about warmer weather are picnics. I am a huge fan of old fashioned pig roasts. I find the perfect pig, invite a few close friends over, and we set around the fire telling ghost stories and eating. Now, my pig roasts are unlike any other you have attended. I don’t actually roast pig. Pig is cheap and bad for you. I have a much more sophisticate pallet. I roast young women, sorta like veal. The younger girls are more tender, void of the toxins that plague more seasoned meat, and leaner.

We stalk the perfect “pig” for weeks. Learn her habits, determine if she is pure enough to devour. She has to be special to sacrifice. This year’s piggy is April. She is as smart as she is beautiful. She is a vegan who does not believe in dying her hair or tanning or using botox. It is rare to find a natural beauty in this day and age. But we are patient, and we do our research to find the perfect meal.

fantasy phone sex cooking fleshRight now she is in my basement getting prepped. Being fed healthy smoothies to plump her up. Having her body washed daily in pineapple juice to make her tastier. People think cannibals are savages, crazed killers, but there are many sound reasons for eating human flesh. It’s quite healthy. The bones can be ground up for many medicinal benefits, including good dental hygiene. Many diseases can be prevented by eating the human brain. It promotes  communalism. It helps with population control. One body can feed a family for several months , and provide well balanced nutrition. So cannibalism is cost efficient.

My friends and I are always looking for, um, fresh meat. Although it is fun to hunt your dinner, there is nothing wrong with pointing us in the direction of our next meal. Maybe you would enjoy helping me stalk my next meal or would like to offer yourself up as dinner. There is no higher purpose in life than sacrificing your life for others. When my next meal is served, will you be a guest or the main course?

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Castration phone sex is something I am interested in. Something about taking a mans power away from him turns me on and makes me wetter than the ocean. Every time I get my goodies delivered my dope boy still reminds me of the time I bit his dick. I’m surprised he still brings me my dope. He always rubs up on me and thinks he could force his dick in my pussy. Since I have a dirty secret that I love to hurt people and he wants to dive into my cunt  with his big black cock. I wonder what his big bloody cock would taste like next to mashed potatoes. Id like to grill up his cock in-front of him and have him eat a piece of it. Oh Id love to watch him eat his cock the same way he would try to slam his cock in my mouth. Id love to tease him and make him think he is gonna get off. That he would get to fuck this pussy. Nope, he would eat his own cock.  

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A Bloody Mary Before Dinner

cannibalism phone sex torture bloodyAs I was suspended from a rafter, I heard blood curdling screams beneath me. It was dark. I could see nothing. Added to the mix was the sound of a chainsaw. I was shaking uncontrollably from fear. What carnage was going on beneath me. Was I next? The screams were deafening. I wanted to help but I was restrained and gagged. Suddenly I felt something warm and sticky spray my body. The screams stopped. I tried to be quiet, not to whimper. My heart was racing. Whatever had happened beneath my feet did not end well for the screaming girl.

I could feel myself being lowered down to the floor. I stepped in something warm, but wet. It was seeping between my toes. I was paralyzed with fear. Instinctively I knew I was in the middle of a blood bath. What I was feeling surrounding my feet was blood. Copious amounts of blood. Without warning bright lights came on. The lights were blinding, but I could see the dead girl in the bathtub. Her limbs severed and dangling in a macabre fashion. She looked like a slain China doll. Her blood had filled up the shallow tub she was contained in and overflowed onto the floor, engulfing me.

bloody phone sex tortureTwo men were gutting her like a pig. They appeared to be harvesting her organs. They pulled her eyes out from their sockets, put them on ice. They separated the vital organs like the heart, liver and kidneys from the intestines and the brain. I puked at the smell.  Surely this was a nightmare and I would wake up and be back at the club dancing. I watched a man in black rubber boots and a rubber apron, chop up the body parts they could not sell. The non worthy flesh was put in a industrial size blender. Puréed brain, intestines and sinew was poured into a cup.

I watched him chug it like it was a beer. I thought I would vomit. Then he poured a second glass, walked over to where I was hanging, pulled my head back and forced me to consume the bloody remains of the dead girl before my eyes. I was told if I spit it back up, I would be in the tub next. I tried to think of it  as just a Bloody Mary. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Was I a victim or an accomplice? He replied, “Neither. You are dinner. It’s customary to a have a drink before a meal.”

Cold As Ice

torture sex karmaThe night was as dark as my heart. The clouds covered the light of the stars and the moon. The air was heavy with the impending storm and her body lay shivering, naked and afraid. The flames of the fire made light dance on her trembling cold flesh giving the illusion that she was dancing for me while tied to the slab. Dancing around her to the sound of the haunting music I had playing, Each time I touched her and felt her body shiver my cunt grew wetter. I could now hear the rumbling thunder in the distance, it was getting closer and soon the sky would open with the furry of the storm. That is what I waited for to begin the mutilation that I longed to inflict on her. I didn’t have to wait long for the furry that spurred me on. Lightening cracking all around me and thunder drowning the sound of her screams as I cut flesh from her body savoring it, uncooked and sweet while quenching my thirst with her thick hot blood before finally laying on top of her and writhing against her until I came hard. This morning she was stiff and cold, covered in blood laying on the slab with her eyes wide and still fixed in fear. What a shame I was hoping to inflict some mere pain and mutilation. But the thought of fucking her cold and lifeless body was just as arousing as I approached her and shoved my fingers deep in her cold pussy. Breakfast was served and I savored every bit of it.

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I was just finishing up my grocery shopping the other day when I ran into some brats selling cookies. I had to have some. I asked a couple of them for help taking them all to my truck, where of course I knocked them both out and threw them in the back of my truck. I drove home, just wondering what to do with them. I finally decided as I pulled into the driveway, smiling to myself. So many ideas. I threw the little brats on the bed after putting my groceries and cookies away. They were both out cold, the little dears.

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I picked one up and brought her to the kitchen counter, where I slit her throat and killed her in one swift moment. No bubbles, no screams, no second thoughts. One moment she’s here, one moment she’s not, funny how life works out. Or doesn’t, in this case. Hehe. I took her lifeless little body and turned it over, fingering her still-warm, tiny little cunny . I grabbed a glass of ice cold milk and let her blood pool into it until it was the color of strawberry milk. I then threw her body in the backyard, right in front of the window, and woke her little friend. I sat her down at the kitchen table. “Hey sweetie” I said, right at her eye level “A man hurt you and I saved your life. We’ll go back to the store and see your mommy soon. Just relax and have cookies and milk. Do you like strawberry?

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” She nodded her head and I brought her two cookies and the milk, swirling it so the blood mixed in with the milk. Perfect. I sat it In front of her and rubbed her little head, her soft mousy hair was pulled back into two braids. She nibbled at the cookies and her face dropped when she sipped at the milk. “I think your milk is sour” she told me. “I’m sorry sweets. Take one more sip…Ooooh, birds!” I pointed at the vultures pecking away at her dead friend and she screamed as I slit her throat from behind. Hmmm, now what to do with this one? Maybe a yummy roast..

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Frat to Kill Part IV

violent phone sex langleyI felt the blood from their cocks dripping onto my flesh like a bounding eruption of volcanoes. The stingy smell of my own shit as it oozed from my almost lifeless body fell into a pool at me feet. I wished for death but I knew they would not allow that to happen. The mount less heads of the girls that died this way before me was a common place for these assholes. I saw them when they were fucking that other girl and then her neck finally broke causing the snap to echo through the hall we were being held. She didn’t give them what they wanted. Raw meat was pushed towards her aching pussy and she wouldn’t let them put it there so she was punished. Much of the glass that was pinched into my flesh didn’t feel like razor blades anymore. The pulled my hair with much exhaustion and ripped most of it from my skull when I was thrown down in this dungeon.

My date was had long since died and I watched as the cannibals ate his naked flesh and watched as they fed the other girl that was there. I tried to hold my insides as the brain was served to me but I would vomit and that caused them to let me taste the blood as they kicked my faced and hands with a rotten bamboo stick and leather belt. I was ready to be sacrificed like so many other girls but , I was a favorite among the leader of this ring and what he liked to do would be just enough to keep me wishing for death. Pulling me over to him he would take the rusty blunt knife and poke his cock and let me taste the blood that ran from it. Biting me he stuff it in my mouth and cream would slide down my throat. He liked the way I giggled and I am sure this pleased him. The glass that faded was the least of worry as the the darkness filled my eyes…..

Guess Whose Coming to Dinner?

Cannibalism phone sex blonde whoreI answered an ad in the Back Pages for a stripper gram job. I have the perfect body for it, and needed the extra cash. I arrived at the house for what was my very first delivery. I even had balloons attached to my nipples. Fancy house in Santa Barbara along the ocean. Two strapping young men answered, invited me inside. They offered me some wine to take off the edge. Next thing I knew, I was naked on a table and a Goth evil looking bitch was standing over me with a blow torch. The guys called her Storm.

“What the fuck is going on,” I demanded to know.  Storm, used the blow torch on my nipples, charring them. I let out a yelp, started to scream bloody murder, when an apple was shoved in my mouth.  The boys started playing with my pussy when Storm, slapped their hands away. “Don’t play with your food,” she quipped. Food? WTF? Was I dinner? I started to panic. I looked around and saw huge bottles of seasoning, big pots and pans and a Hansel and Gretel sized oven. When I glanced back at Storm she was holding a life size spit grill.

sadistic phone sex evil mistressStorm instructed her male accomplices to scrub my body, wash my hair and get me clean for seasoning. I heard her tell them for the best meal, dirty whores need cleansed of all the nasty chemicals on their body. “Meal preparation is the key, boys to a tasty, healthy meal,” she informed them. I was strapped to the table, couldn’t move. I had hoped this was some elaborate joke, but Storm did not appear to be the joking kind. Her kitchen help even shaved my pussy and gave me a douche to clean out what Storm referred to as my “skanky stripper pussy.” After my body was clean, the boys covered me in melted butter while Storm sprinkled me with ground pepper. She was telling the boys I was the perfect size for eating. Not too skinny, not too fat, just the right size of plump.

snuff porn Cannibal pornI knew what was coming next. I clenched my teeth, closed my eyes, and waited for the pain. The boys rammed that spit up my ass and out my mouth. I felt it pierce my innards. Storm washed the blood from my face, but the apple back on the end of the spit. They put me over an open fire, turned me a few times to char my flesh. The pain was excruciating.  I wished for a quick death. It did not come. The aroma of my seasoned burning flesh was intoxicating to Storm and her henchmen, but nauseating to me. I could hear them talking about how good I smelled. I wanted to die. They pulled me off the fire pit, and shoved me in this big oven.

Flames engulfed my body. Smoke filled my nose. The smell of my seasoned flesh permeating my nose. Before I passed out, I heard Storm say, “Rick will be very pleased with his special dinner.”

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I had a pregnant friend. Her name was Stephanie. She had long silver hair and she was married to a guy named Jonathan. They’d been trying for years and years to have a little rugrat of their own. And when she did, gosh we were so excited! We went out to the mall and got our shop on. We bought the little angel some toys and some gender neutral clothes. We talked to the glob of cells like it was already human. We were laughing on our way to the car, and when we got in, something felt odd. Suddenly there was a voice from the backseat. “You will go where I say” it growled “or I will put a bullet in your head so fast God won’t know what hit ya” Steph nodded from the driver’s seat. He had a gun and was pointing it back and forth between the two of us. I pissed myself. He made her drive to a  seemingly normal house and pull into the driveway. He got out of the car. “No screaming. No funny business. Walk to the front door. Walk in. Don’t say a word” We did as we were told and we entered the house. It smelled like cat piss and rotten meat and was decorated with very realistic looking skulls. He led us to a filthy garage. “Lie over that workbench, on your back” he told Steph. She did as he told her, without hesitation. The fear in her eyes was so awful that I threw up, and the man laughed “This is just beginning, little darlin” he handed me a hammer and a nail. “You take her hand. Drive it into that bench” He held the gun to my chest and I started to cry. “She’s my best friend” He cocked the hammer of the pistol and lifted it to my chin. “I’ll drive the first one, you drive the second” He gingerly placed the gun down, hammer still cocked, and gently placed the nail in the center of Steph’s hand. He swung up a big hammer and drove the nail all the way through her hand and onto the board in one swift motion. She screamed and he slapped her across the face. He handed me the big hammer and another nail. “Your turn” I mouthed “sorry” to her as I drove the huge nail into her palm. I was not as strong as the man, and it took me 3 swings. He took the hammer from me “nice job” He took a dirty, rusty chisel and sharpened it against a stone. He pulled her shirt up and handed me the tool. “Cut it out” he commanded. Steph screamed, a deathly, animal, gutteral scream, and started begging him. “Anything. Take my house, all my money, my cars. You can have everything, just don’t take my…” he slapped her hard across the jaw. “Fuck you.” He looked at me. “Do it. Now. I’ll start it for you” He took the edge of the chisel and jammed it into her pubic bone. Steph, thankfully, passed out, whether of pain or shock I’m not sure. Blood started gushing out of her and he handed me the bloodied handle. “Now. Take it out” I started taking the chisel out and he slapped my face. “Not that, dumbshit. I have a cannibalism phone sex fetish I want to play out” Take. It. Out” I started to stammer “She’s…I…they’ve been trying to…” “Look sweetcheeks. I don’t have time for this. I”ve gotta work in an hour. You cut that monster out or I will slaughter both of you”

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And I did. I sliced my friend’s womb open and took the wriggling, beating little monster out of it. I handed it to the man; I remember how filthy his hands were, with grease and blood and who knows what else, He made me slice her throat and stay until she bled out, and then he sent me on my way. I was numb for about two weeks, and I finally managed to find the energy to go out to eat. Fuck it, I just lost my best friend, why not my money, too? I made a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. I got there and a waiter came up after I’d been seated. “We’ve been waiting for you. The chef has a special meal for you. It’s on the house, madame” The chef came out. It was the man from the mall. He handed me a plate.

“steak tartare for the lady.”

He winked at me.

It didn’t taste like steak.

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Sabotage is My Middle Name: Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex is a tasty morsel that my serial killer loving mind thrives upon. Being a babysitter for the damned allows me many opportunities to feast my morbid intentions with. So when I was paid a large sum to take on a special babysitting job I nearly fucking wet my thong panties. Well I did have to grab a stranger in the club and fuck his brains out I was excited. 

So, why is this so fucking different? Well I will be sitting for a couple of spoiled prissy whores and nothing makes me happier than torturing a couple barbie dolls. You know the fucking type. So I plan it out where I will be waiting for them out at the cabin. My sister drops her brats off with me and as she is situating the girls in the cabin I sneak a quick slit of the brake line where it will be a slow leak. As she drives the windy mountain road down she will lose her breaks and control of her car. I made sure to set a fuse under the passenger side where it will burn on impact.

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So, she will be out of the way, and I get time with my least favorite charges. Well I have some yummy punch for them to drink for starters. I get them nice and comatose as I step outside and check my iron pot over the fire. The pot will soon be simmering with broth and seasonings and the secret ingredient. I undress my little victims and take them into the kitchen. 

On the stainless steel slab I run a knife across the pink fleshy bumps on the front of her chest. The nipples will be precisely sliced off and set aside to go into the dehydrator for the most delicate jerky. Slicing off each toe with my butcher knife I toss them in some buffalo sauce to marinade, and the same with each finger. The feet and hands are removed and tossed into the cauldron. I then await the girls to waken from their drugged state as their stump limbs bleed and the holes in their chest is not yet coagulated.

Then you came to the door in the nick of time. You see the sweet offerings on the slab their stumpy limbs tied down and mouths forced open. You get so hard as I tell you to have your way…