Snuff sex is what killed her but it took days and days of her suffering before she finally expired. By then I was bored with her, she was too weak to be much fun and I was read for her to just fucking die already! I had already done everything I could think of to hurt her, she was missing limbs, her bones were broken she was well fucked and burned… even skinned in places and still that bitch wouldn’t die! Was she some kind of super human victim? An immortal whore? She was boring and annoying me with her very presence so I decided to just beat her to fucking death and end it all! I picked up a heavy pipe and just started smashing her with it over and over and over again until she was reduced to a pile of mush… finally dead so I could move on to the next thrill.
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Snuff sex is what killed her
Through the Meat Grinder
Captured by cannibals, I squealed like a pig from fear. Rattling against the cage they had locked me in, I tried with all my might to loosen the door, but it wouldn’t budge. My wrists were in shackles, chained together. I was in a cold, damp basement. Shivering, I cowered as a tall, scary looking man thundered his way up to my cage. Unlocking the door, he dragged me out by the shackles. I kicked and screamed as he took into a colder room with the terrifying sounds from the largest meat grinder I had ever seen in my life. The gears and blades spun at bone crushing speeds that would tear to shreds in an instant. Horrified, I kicked and tried to fight back, giving it everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. He took the chain connected the shackles and hung it on a hook suspended from the ceiling. It was only just low enough that I could barely stand on my tippy toes. Walking over to the controls, he moved some levers, causing the hook to be lifted into the air, taking me right off my feet. The hook repositioned directly over the spinning blades as I frantically tried to swing away from my impending death. Slowly, I was lowered down into the machine, feet first. The pain of my feet being crushed off was overwhelming. Although the grinder could have made mincemeat of me in seconds, he lowered me in slowly, getting off from watching me scream in pain as I felt bits of my bone and flesh being torn off from my body. I lost consciousness right before I died of blood loss and shock. Damn, he better have made one fucking good burger out of me.
Snuff Porn Cannibal
Snuff porn Memorial Day weekend best describes my holiday weekend. I have a certain craving for BBQ. A special kind of BBQ if you know what I mean. The summer season is upon us. That means young girls are going about town scantily clad and drinking way too much. I am a cannibal of opportunity. This weekend, I paid attention to where the backyard barbeques were and did what any hungry bitch does, I stalked my future meal. Kind of fitting that I nabbed this chunky coed coming out of a pig roast drunk as a skunk. I like them with meat on their bones. Skinny girls don’t taste as good. This little piggy was perfect. I guessed she was about 5’3 and 160 lbs. When I got her home, I was right on the height, and only off by 3 pounds. I’ve been stalking my dinner for years now, so I’m very good. Usually, I chloroform my future meals, but she was so drunk, I didn’t need too.
She was perfect. No hair dyes, no piercings or tattoos, no fake boobs and no botox. I didn’t need to fatten her up either. This was my best find to date. I mean she was ready to cook as is, which is rare. I decided to boil her instead of cooking or roasting her. Makes for a more tender, succulent meal that way. I chopped up a variety of garden vegetables, tossed in some cumin and other spices, and let it simmer while I buttered her up. I mean literally buttered her up. I melted a couple pounds of butter, mixed it with some scallions and basted her body like a Butterball turkey. I infused her with water to wash out the booze. I let the butter seep into her skin while she detoxed, then put her in the boiling pot. Takes about 8 hours to boil a chunky coed. I am patient. Plus, I love the smell of boiling girl that permeates through my home. She smelled almost as good as she tasted….
Meeting The Neighborhood Cannibal
Everyone in the neighborhood says you like to eat people but I didn’t believe them. You’ve only ever been very nice and friendly toward me so I just tossed it up to being a local urban legend. Obviously those were just made up stories to keep young ones out of your unfamiliar reach or lies made up by the older boys to get the little ones all worked up- no way it could be true!
I was walking past your house and you were outside doing some yard work. Me being overly friendly by nature and genuinely curious, I saw a chance to get to know you and to finally settle all those rumors as being untrue. Your body language read as excited- having this cute young piece of sweet meat wander up into your space. You invite me inside with promises of lemonade and cookies. We sit down and you begin telling me more about yourself. I started feeling a tired and lightheaded, probably from the heat. You offer your sofa to me for a rest and I fell asleep quickly without a single problem.
I eventually did wake up but I was paralyzed and gagged- tied down to the kitchen table which was dressed with one single place setting. You walk in and run down the way this evening is going to play out. You are going to eat me. Raw at first, to help you figure out the best way to season my flesh. I have tears rolling down my cheeks and you gently shush me, running a sharp knife along the inside of my thighs. You then tell me that I am going to go back to sleep for a long time now and that you don’t like the way shock and pain tastes. You inject me with some medication and the whole world goes dark.
While I am unconscious you begin cutting sample pieces off of different parts of my soft teeny body. Trying the individual cuts first helps you determine exactly how you want to cook me, if at all. After making a few decisions on which direction to take your meal this evening, you pull out a dusty copy of some Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 1. Flipping through you find yourself salivating over the recipe for Gigot a la Moutarde- leg of lamb with mustard.
You remove my leg with a large butcher saw while I am still breathing. Then clean and shave my fresh- preparing it for seasoning. You rub 1/2 cup Dijon mustard, soy sauce, rosemary, garlic and your finest cold press olive oil over my limb in a large roasting pan. Cooking one side for 30 minutes and the other for roughly 20 more. Finally pulling the beautiful roast from the oven, it smells delicious! You sit back down at the table, pour yourself a glass of Merlot. Taking tongs and knife to pick out a selection from your masterpiece. Placing it on your plate and taking your time savoring each bite.
My young flesh is so tender- What are you going to make out of the rest of me?
Week VI of Seven Deadly Sins: Lust
We kept the lazy bitch from last week because of her multitude of behavioral problems that her man wanted fixing asap. My guy had been making her earn every single thing she needed. Nothing was being handed to her and she was definitely learning a lesson. She started doing things without being told and that pleased my guy, but we still had the lust part of this wench to deal with.
My guy decided to try the subtle approach. He tied her down the bed in her dungeon in the basement and told her she would be there until she understood the meaning of lusting for your man and not just lusting anyone. Naked on the bed, she would only be let up to shower and use the restroom. The rest of the time, my guy was teasing her pussy getting her to the brink of cumming and stopping. He did this to her for days, each time he went down there you could hear her begging to cum and him laughing about her begging. Her pussy was being put in a constant state of just about to cum and there was nothing she could do to relieve it. Tonight we went down there together and he fucked me right in front of her, his cock slamming in and out of me while she watched. You could see she needed to cum so badly, but that wasn’t to be the case. When my guy was done making me cum and kissing and laughing with me, he suddenly turned very dark and said I could sit and watch this or I could go upstairs. He said it was going to be bloody. I stayed, I’ve seen worse in the last few weeks. He kissed me again and said…now I’m going to show her what all this self-centered sloth and lust will get her.
He went to the wall of knives he has set up and pulls a longer thin-ish knife from the magnets on the wall. He grabbed a large ball gag and went over to our lusty, lazy guest. He put the ball gag on but kept the knife hidden until she was gagged. He pulled the knife from the back of his pants and showed it to her. “This is going to hurt.” He said, and he reached down and with the super sharp thin knife he cut off both of her nipples, and with no hesitation, he went between her legs and cut off her pussy lips and clit. She was screaming up until that point but passed out from the pain.
“Yeah, you can come and pick her up, she will be an obedient fuck hole for you now buddy. She will need a few weeks of recovery but after that, you can fuck her til doomsday…she’s got no clit.” He hangs up the phone and pours clotting powder on her tits and pussy.
She had to die
She had to die because she was too loud and way too fucking annoying to live! All day long she would blast her music and keep me up, she acted like I was being unreasonable when I asked her to turn it down so I just fucking pushed my way into her apartment and started beating her. She was screaming and crying and promised to turn it down but it was too late for all that shit, my blood lust was awakened and she was gonna die! I beat her till I knocked her the fuck out then I invited a few friends over to fuck her. She didn’t like that very much but who fucking cares right? We fucked that bitch to death and now I will have nothing but sweet silence!
No Escape
My boyfriend gave me to you for two crack rocks. He said you could do anything to me, but leave my face unmarked. When my boyfriend walked out of the door leaving me alone with you, you punched me hard in my stomach. I fell to my knees trying to breath because you knocked the wind out of me. You pull me back up on my feet by my air, and spit in my face. Tears fall down my face because I know this is only the beginning. You make me follow you to a room in the back of your home. Panic sinks in my stomach as I look around this room and see all your torture devices. You laugh when you see the fear in my eyes, and you break my man’s rule and slap me hard across my face. I see your hard cock print in your pants, my pain is giving you pleasure. You pull a hook down from the ceiling and bind my hands to it. You pull a rope on the wall and it lifts the hook back uo to the ceiling. Tied to the hook and hanging in the air, I can’t run and there’s no escape. You pull a whip from the wall and hit me over and over again, leaving red welts all over my body. Someone out there, please help me!
Evil Phone Sex Fantasies of Wickedness
Evil phone sex fantasies are fulfilled to their fullest in filth and wicked debauchery. I love kidnapping sweet young things who have the sweetest tasting flesh and their blood… oh that virginal blood caressing my flesh with each stab I administer. Oh how wet my cunt gets to make daddy watch me molest and torture his little princess. But it’s ok daddy, you can get your chance to fuck her still, I promise!
First I want to make her watch her daddy fuck me as I stab her mommy analy with my blade tipped strap-on. I love the blood and that her husband is the one driving me into her each time and her screams ripping through the abandoned warehouse is priceless. Well almost as priceless as my filthy mind and how much anticipation I have for finishing off the little fucking brat, and to bask in her blood while her daddy fucks my once more… little does he know I will slit his throat after he fills my cunt with that seed.
Sacrifice
I woke up from a drug induced stupor tied to some strange contraption. Each limb was pulled in a different direction and all four were being pulled slightly behind me, making it so my torso was sticking out further than the rest of my body. Low pitched chanting hummed through the air. I tried to look around to see who the voices were coming from, but my vision was still cloudy and the room was only dimly lit by candles, aside from one flickering light which hung right above me, shining into my eyes. When my vision finally returned to normal, I could make out black, hooded figures in a circle around me. One of them was standing right in between my legs, saying something in an ancient language as the others continued their chants. Sinking a large dagger into my chest, he jammed his cock inside my pussy at the same time. He pulled out the knife and let the blood trickle down my body, eventually trailing down my arms and dripping onto the floor. Fucking me until he came inside me, the next hooded man came up and did the same. Each man there stabbed me just once, then came inside me. By the time last man stepped up, I was dizzy from the blood loss. Streams of crimson blood poured down my arms and legs, pooling on the floor around me. It seemed the blood was being funneled into one drain, like they were collecting it. For what reason, I had no clue. Barely conscious, the last knife drove its way inside my flesh as my pussy oozed cum. The last cock entering me caused the cum to gush out and drip down. I drifted to nothing as the last nut deposited itself inside my hole.
Final Day of Week V Sloth
The lazy bitch is in the basement and being trained not to be worthless. Her hubby was sick of the absolute nothing she does, so here she is. My guy started off by piercing her nipples, clit, and septum. He told her they were all places her hubby could use to keep her in line. She had been weeping the whole time she was here and I could tell my guy was getting pretty pissed about it. He told her twice to stop, which is more than he’s given anyone else, but when she didn’t stop he hooked up some chains to her nipples and pulled her hard over to the wall where the crops and floggers hung. When he stood her up against the wall and let the chain go he suddenly noticed her pussy had gotten very wet. He smiled and said, “Well it seems you like a bit of pain.” Tears rolled down her face and he started swatting her legs and pussy, she would stiffen and flinch a little each time. But suddenly she stopped the whining and tears and was silent. My guy quickly shoved his fingers into her pussy and yelled “You are cumming you lazy bitch! You are supposed to ask permission.” He withdrew his fingers and made her lick them off. He took her to her sleeping area and bound her hands behind her back, put a fucking machine between her legs. “Since you like to cum without permission or having earned it, you’re going to get fucked raw.” He set the machine on high and let it start fucking her swollen clit pierced pussy. A few hours later we could hear her screaming while we were upstairs enjoying dinner. We made our way back down and sees that her twat was red and angry. He asked if she has learned any kind of lesson. She gave him a look of “fuck you buddy” and she snorted in derision at him. “Really.” He said, not as a question but more as a threat. “Well Paulina, I guess we just found out lust victim, what do you think?” I nodded and said “Perfect bitch for it.”