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Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however.  And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway?  When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.

When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.

I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.

New Meat Market for Dinner

annibalism phone sex knife playI never grow tired of hunting my prey. This world is full of victims. Stupid worthless whores and jackasses surround  me making it easy for me to find someone to fill my need to kill. Finding suitable food for my peculiar tastes, however, is a bit more taxing. My personal chef, Rick, has taught me many things; he has given me not only a taste for flesh, but an appreciation for meal preparation.

cannibalism phone sex big tits A good meal is much harder to come by than a good snuff victim. Why? Because so many women are not natural and are underfed. They are concerned with appearance more than health. To find a good meal is challenging in the era of size 6 girls, bleach blondes, Botox and fake tits. I found a new hunting ground for my meals: www.sophisticatedhotties.com.  There are lots of natural beauties here. Some need fattening up and a handful need to have the silicone removed from their bodies before cooking, but the bulk of girls here will make a tasty meal with little prep work.

accomplice phone sexThanks to Rick, I know to be patient. Ginger, Felecity and Divina need to be plumped up a bit, but they look tasty. I can store the girls in cages for a few days and feed them healthy weight gaining corn meal shakes.  Three lovely women for three scrumptious meals. All whores that won’t be missed. Two strippers and a spoiled trophy wife can serve a higher purpose as nourishment for me and my friends. They are not fooling me. Sophisticated my ass. Worthless dirty whores, all of them.

cannibalism phone sex blonde whoreTake a look at these lovely ladies. They pride themselves as classy vanilla girls who would never be into snuff or anything dark. Stuck up bitches need to be put in their place, don’t you agree? I won’t have any guilt over stalking, kidnapping, skinning, basting, slow roasting and eating any one of these self righteous cunts. And the ones that do not end up in my belly, well they might be fun play things to cut, snuff, bleed, torture and force to do all sorts of perverse  things sexually. 

cannibalism phone sex ebony hottieThere is a meal for every taste. Older flesh, younger flesh, meaty flesh, skinny flesh, white meat and even dark meat. Who looks like the best meal to you? Think of all the fun we can have together hunting and preparing our meal together.

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Travelin’ Terror

bloody phone sex angieWillow and I have been talking about hitting the road and spreading our own brand of wicked and twisted across the county. When it comes to reeking havoc no one does it better then we do! Violence, torture, blood, gore, pain and so much more is what we are spreading and our journey has just begun! Our dream began to take shape when I found this old and hideous hears with a for sale sign in the window. Knowing it carried many corpses over the years made my cunt quiver with delight and I couldn’t resist buying it. As soon as I got it home I called Willow and she came over so that we could begin making it our mobile torture chamber. It would see more death in the months to come. We hooked it up with video cameras so we could record our journey and began pimping our ride the evil and sadistic way.bloody phone sex hearse When we got done we set out for the open road. We have been traveling for a month now and the blood on our hands is delightful. A couple of our victims have served us well, providing us with the song of their screams the beauty of their last breaths and then nourishing our bodies with their delicious flesh. Our method of killing varies on our mood, From mutilation to strangulation to just plain hours of torture in the middle of nowhere leaving the bodies for the vultures and animals to feast on. We have no clue how long we will be out here or where we will go next. Our victims fund our journey and nourish our dark hearts and evil bodies. We do know that if you follow the blood trail and find an old green hears you will find us, Licking our bloody fingers with soaking wet cunts. Better to be the hunter then the prey, or so they say. bloody phone sex willow

 

I Wanna Be Your Bonnie, not Your Juliet

accomplice phone sex knife killerWhile my girlfriends were dreaming about having a Romeo and Juliet kind of love, I was dreaming about being Bonnie to Clyde. You see I suffer from hybristophilia, a strong attraction to bad boys. Not just any bad boy, but the criminal kind. Boys who love to kill, maim, torture and eviscerate others. I did not masturbate to movies like “The Notebook” or “Titanic.” What got me wet were films like “Hostel” and “Saw.”

I had this fantasy, I still do, of being a serial killer’s accomplice, girlfriend. Ted Bundy, David Berkowitz, Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy…these were the men I wanted to fuck. I had this elaborate fantasy life involving some of the most notorious serial killers in history. Fantasy #1: I witnessed Ted Bundy murder some of my sorority sisters. He sees me, with my hand in my panties, rubbing my clit, as he bludgeons to death my stuck up sorority sisters. Instead of killing me too, he realizes I am his soul mate. He kisses me with the blood of my sisters on his face, and fucks me on the bed where one of their dying bodies lay. We then go on a killing spree together, where he teaches me how to lure young stupid cunts into the car, and to their death.

killer phone sex snuff fantasiesFantasy #2: I meet Son of Sam Killer, David Berkowitz, at a satanic cult ritual. He teaches me how to shoot a 44 caliber Bulldog revolver. We go around NYC shooting people in the head that the devil tells us to snuff out. After every shooting, we fuck on the hood of the car that our victim is dying in, listing to the Partridge Family’s “I Think I Love You.” It’s our love song. We kill because there is no God, thus no need for guilt; and to celebrate our love. Blood gushing out of heads on to dashboards while I watch and fuck makes me horny still.

Fantasy #3: I am a young hippie in a cult. Charlie Manson is my God, my lover. He takes me under his wing. Teaches me that war is the answer, but sometimes you need to kill to incite a righteous war. A war against greed and excess. Charlie teaches me how to find the worst offenders of avarice. We find a young couple living high on the hog while others are homeless. We massacre the family and fuck in the blood bath while singing “Helter Skelter.” People need to learn not to flaunt their excess.

Fantasy #4: I meet Jeffrey Dahmer while furniture shopping. We share a kindred fascination for flesh. He invites me back to his apartment for a very special meal. He gives me my first taste for human flesh. Even gives me cooking lessons. I lure a victim back to the house. One that has enough meat on his bones to sustain us both. As we celebrate the joys of cooking flesh, we fuck up against the stove, as a pot of soup bones boils on the burner. The smell of flesh falling off of bones gets my cunt so wet. Still does. Jeffrey makes me understand that I need to appreciate my kills, use all of the body. Eat the flesh, use the bones and skin for furniture. It’s really hot to fuck on a table made of human remains.

killer phone sex hybristophiliaFantasy #5: My parents hire John Wayne Gacy as a clown at my birthday party. Even at a young age, I am keenly observant. He is eyeballing my little brat of a brother. I don’t know how, but I understand that look. I go to his house one day, there is an intoxicating odor coming from underneath the house. John teaches me how to stalk young prey, lure them to my house, play with them, then snuff them out without needing to worry much about body discovery. I learn how to asphyxiate and strangle victims. Even though he prefers young boys, he fucks me from behind as I squeeze the life out of a little plaything with my hands.

My attraction to bad boys has served me well over the years. The many loves of my youth, have made me the sick, violent, twisted girl I am today. From each fantasy lover, I have learned things to make me the best kind of killer. The kind that goes undetected. From Ted, I got a love for blood and an appreciation for beating my victims to death. From David, I learned that there is no God, thus no heaven, so why have guilt? Plus, he taught me how to shoot a gun. A bullet to the head is a sexy quickie kill. From Charlie, I learned the best type of folks to kill. The self entitled assholes that get richer why the poor get poorer. Greed is a deadly sin after all. From Jeff, I learned that human flesh is quite tasty, and nourishing. And, I garnered an appreciation for using the entire body. I’m not killing for sport, but survival. And from John, I gained a love for killing the little ones. Using them for my pleasure, then snuffing them out. Added bonus, learning that lye can leave a body unrecognizable.

Hybristophilia makes me your perfect evil accomplice. I know how to kill in a multitude of ways. I love to stalk and select the right victim. I have an appreciation for killing all sorts of folks; I lack a true type. I know how to dispose of bodies. What kind of evil fun can we get into bad boy?

 

 

Canabalism Phone Sex * Just a Simple Hunting Accident

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As they aimed for the doe, that chubby bitch came out of no where. It all happened so fast. She heard a funny wet noise when it entered her belly. Looking over, the deer had run off and it made sense now. At least she had saved the animal this time. Feeling faint she landed on her knees and tugged at the metal shaft now poking out. Her skin opened up and a rush of blood gushed out.. she was puking blood and the world faded away.

The hunters looked at their kill and decided this was a doe Cannibalism Phone Sex Reageanworth taking back to camp. Stripping her naked they burned her clothes and dragged her back. The wives will know how to cook this piggy. And to their delight there seemed to be a spit big enough for a buck. The woman cleaned her out, guts and all. They put the foil wrapped potatoes where the lungs used to be, cornbread and shelled walnuts in her belly. Re using her liver they they used onions and garlic some salt and pepper and re placed it. Stitching the belly back up they started to baste her piggy thighs and took turns spinning her on the fire. They found most of the gravy came from her tits and ass. Meaty bitches are always the tasty ones!

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My Little Meat Market

Cannibalism phone sex choice cutsIt isn’t any secret that I love the taste of human flesh. If you butcher it correctly and choose your meat carefully you would be surprised at just how tender and tasty it is. I can’t count the number of times I have served human meat at my dinner table and had my guests marvel at the unique flavor,  how the meat melts in the mouth and how tender and juicy it is! I usually hunt my own meat and that is so much fun, however sometimes I do go to a farm I know of that specializes in the finest human meat. Just like a hog farm, I can go examine the specimens and pick the finest one. They will even butcher my choice for me. Several months ago I decided to open a human meat market. To date it has been very successful. The meat is selling off the shelves almost faster then I can keep them stocked. My butchers are working over time and I have even had to go over and butcher myself here and there. Not that I mind that at all, I love getting my hands dirty. No one really knows what kind of meat I sell but everyone sure loves it. I am making money hand over fist, no pun intended!cannibalism phone sex market

Venus’s Capitve Caged Beauties for Sale

Cannibalism phone sex knife play bitchYou would be surprised at how much one can get for human flesh. I’m not even talking sex trafficking here. Men from all walks of life will pay top dollar for females of all types and ages. Some keep women as pets, some as servants, of course a few for sex slaves, but where I make my big money is selling women for nourishment. Not everyone who likes the taste of human flesh is some crazed killer like Hannibal Lector or Jeffrey Dahmer. Many are just normal, middle to upper class men and women who have a sophisticated pallet. I cater to that niche in female human flesh.

I have a very in depth selection process. I was trained by Rick, an expert in let’s say the fine dining experience. I stalk my commodities at length. I look for women with meat on their bones. You know, the kind that can provide proper nourishment. The women I hold captive need  a certain amount of body fat  to sustain others. Before I take a woman captive, I need to know she is healthy and natural. By natural I mean no Botox, no plastic surgery, no silicone breasts, no perms or hair dyes….Real woman taste better. I specialize in organic, all natural meat.

So once I capture my women, I cage them. Yes, I know they are not free range, but can’t have them escaping. So yes they are captives, but I treat them very well.  They each have their own cage and I feed them a high fat, high protein diet. Lots of yummy cornmeal shakes. Some of them need fattened up a bit. I bathe them daily, strip their bodies of any chemicals. I love them like a farmer loves his cows and pigs. My captives are precious  commodities to me. I don’t beat them; bruised flesh does not get top dollar. They bring me top dollar, so of course I am going to treat them well.

kidnapping phone sex Cannibalism captivesI have a showing two times a week to potential buyers. They are always so impressed with my selection and how healthy and plump and natural my captives are. Now, I assume my buyers know how to cook flesh, but for an extra fee, I am happy to give a cooking lesson. Thanks to Rick, I have learned all about proper seasoning and filleting. I have even acquired a taste for flesh. Think about it. The world is over populated. So much poverty, so much starvation in the world. I am simply helping  to conserve resources and feed people, while making a good living.

My newest captive is my mother. She has some flesh on her bones, so I know she will taste yummy. Plus, I’m tired of her nagging me. Every holiday it is the same thing, when am I going to make her a grandmother. Never bitch. I’m not fond of little ones. And , I am not fond of you. But soon , she will be some one’s dinner, and no longer a nuisance. 

If you have a woman problem, perhaps I can help. I have clients who will pay top dollar for premium flesh. And if you have say some bargain meat, well I can get rid of that for you for free. Cheap sluts grind up nicely and make good feed for the pigs I slaughter to fatten up my captives. Come shop at my warehouse.  I am sure I have the perfect woman for whatever your purpose: dinner, sex slave, servant, pet, or even torture doll.

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Torture phone sex with Toni: Amputations

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Amputations drive me wild! All I have to do is pull out my saw and my cunt gets soaking wet before I even start to use it. The sound of cutting flesh and sawing through bones almost excites me more than my victims screams. None of my little amputees gets to die right away either because keeping them alive and screaming gives me the most pleasure. After I hacked off all their limps I used to get bored and just let them die, but I’ve had a lot practice since then. I can keep them alive for weeks if I wanted to! I kept this sorry bitch Tammy alive long enough to turn her into a naughty little cannibal. Poor girl was starving, but it doesn’t make what she did any less pathetic. That desperate little whore even thanked me while I fed her pound after pound of her own rotting flesh.

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Tammy’s arm made great toys too and I played with them for hours before I fed them to her. I pushed the bloody side of Tammy’s left arm deep inside my pussy while that dirty slut watched every minute of it. I could hear her screaming as I pulled her lifeless arm in and out of my juicy kitty, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. Her arm was better than a real cock, it made cum like I never had before. It was so good that I almost regretting feeding it to her that night!

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Watch Me Hunt

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Watch Me Hunt

When you come home from work you find me in the kitchen laying out my tools…my cell phone, three chloroform soaked rags in plastic baggies, a couple roofies, an opaque sack bag, duct tape.  “Hunting again?  So soon?  You just went last week.”  I nod and give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth.  “I know but this is the best time of year.  They are all out in masses and distracted.  I’ll take a break after Christmas. Can you clean out cage 6 for me while I’m gone?”

You don’t usually try to stop me or disapprove of what I bring home to us; Young, pretty girls at the peak of their beauty and health for us to play with and discover the limits of our humanity with (spoiler alert, we don’t seem to have many limits).  We have a few cages in the subbasement that you call “The Barn”, eight of them.  Right now only five of those cages are occupied and by the end of this weekend we will only have three left.  You don’t like it when we have too many girls, but I like having options.  Some nights I feel like Asian, school girl, waitress, drunk data entry temp that got separated from the bachelorette party she was enjoying, ect.   Before I leave I suggest you work on Girl 2, a cute whimpering nursing assistant that begs us to stop in the sweetest of voices, like a hurt little doll.  She’s still has too much spirit and needs it broken, her meat has to be tenderized.

While you watch me get dressed in my hunting clothes; nice but non descriptive little black dress, blonde wig, stylish boots that I’ve had customized with a steel toe, and my “poison” ring with the powdered roofies, you get a loving and appreciative look in your eyes.  “I would like to follow you one night.  Watch you hunt.  See how you do this.”  I giggle and jump into your arms “Really?  You want to watch me hunt?  Stalk the hunter if you will?”

You walk me to my van, with tinted windows and built in hidden floor compartment large enough to hold three human beings.  “So Girl 2, what should I do with her while you are gone?” you ask as I toss my duffle bag in the passenger seat.  “Well if you don’t want to work on her tonight then can you make a few more accounts for me on Tinder so I can start prospecting,” I get in the van and start it up.  “Actually I want you and I to both play with Girl 2 together when you get home and we prep the new girl you bring home.  But I’ll give her a quick cleaning and feeding, and then tie her to the guest bed.” You give me one more kiss good bye and I head out.  I’m so lucky to have a man like you support my hunting habits!

 

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Cannibalism Phone Sex

snuff phone sex pandoraCome join my tantalizing endeavor. My appetite for a debilitated martyr is necessary for my Thanksgiving feast. My pussy twitches with the thought of catching another victim. I put my hand down my panties and rub my clit as I examine the requisite for my next undertaking. My urges are strong, I rub faster my breathing quickens, my body starts to tremble I must cum. It excites me thinking about how my knives chisel out the tender spots. My mouth waters seeking out those scrumptious chunks of fresh flesh. I love those special morsels putting them in my mouth savoring the warm juicy flavor of blood and muscle. You can’t beat gazing into their eyes as the pain overwhelms them. Just when they think it’s over I ravage their body making them endure more agony. Their screams are endless it’s no use no one can hear them. My knives are precise have to be tapered, they flow right into the flesh, and there is no time for jagged edges our feast has to be perfect. I can’t help it I came hard all over. The night is long we can’t wait, the pursuit has begun.