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Bonfire Delicatessen

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Summer is a ripe time to find young, fresh bodies; I prefer the ones with a healthy mixture of fat and muscle…otherwise, they taste too tough or too soggy. We cannibals banded together to go on camping trip of sorts; really, we were hunting for campers. And, as luck would have it, when we arrived at the park, we could see a blaze of fire in the distance; it looked to be the perfect length from the entrance. It wasn’t too close or too far away, nestled deep in the woods.

The teenagers were already fairly intoxicated, but we’d burn that off soon enough. We put out some great wines, perfectly seasoned for our purposes. The greedy youngsters were happy to drink our wines. We told them that we had something stronger if only they would do something for us. The girls agreed without even hearing the entire proposition. One of my comrades gave them some oils and told them to bathe each other in it. The guys thought it was hot and my party chuckled at their enthusiasm…and naiveté. Soon they were lathered, so we put out a clean blanket for them to sit on; we didn’t want grass in our entrees.

One of my male companions bound the girls. I had other things on my mind: I walked stealthily behind the chairs of the young men…and quickly slit their throats. To be honest, none of us liked the taste of males, and they were becoming more than a little annoying with all of their immature sexual innuendos as the girls sautéed themselves.

One of the girls noticed how quiet it was; one said the guys had probably passed out. Being myself, I said, “No, look at the way their heads are positioned.” One screamed, then another, until all of them were in unison. One of my companions chastised me but I shrugged and told them that their adrenaline would make the spices pump faster through their bodies. It was time: the sharp sticks that we had brought were set up over the fire; the young idiots really hadn’t done a horrible job assembling the bonfire.

Stakes were in the ground and now it was time to hoist our meals. I tenderized them by whipping them; and, then I jabbed several sticks with various vegetables through their jaws and thighs. I had the good mind to cut their vocal cords; and, then we were able to recline with a glass of wine and wait to devour our lovely meal!

Skinned

Killer phone sexImagine the early morning light reflecting off the barrel of your gun.  You sit silent as you wait for your trophy fuck to pass by.  You see her and she is moving slowly, trying ever so hard not to step on a twig, or rustle any leaves.  You look at her through your scope.  It would be so easy to just finish her off, but a clean head shot is not what you really want.

You want to make her suffer, to allow the chase to go on just a bit longer.  You smile and adjust your rifle.  You lick your lips, putting your finger on the trigger.  She looks right at you for a moment, you are almost sure she saw you, but she goes back to watching where she is stepping.

You squeeze one off and it hits her right in the tender flesh of the back of her thigh.  She screams out in pain and tries to run.  She is looking wildly around, you see her grit her teeth as she tries to stem the flow of blood with her hand.  She is maimed.  You chuckle to yourself, and lower yourself down from your perch.

You make your way back to camp to drink a cup of coffee, you know she won’t get far.  You look over your shoulder to the trophys you already have.  Their pelts swaying lightly in the breeze.  There are those who pay a high price for these types of skins. After admiring those you already have, you make your way back out into the woods to get your next pale skinned beauty.

Hide and Seek

Taboo phone sexI can heeeeeeeeeeeeeeear you.  I can hear your breathing.  Are you scared? Are you hoping that I will give up and go away? No no little one, that is exactly what I am NOT going to do.  Was that a sob? I am almost certain it was.  I am getting warmer aren’t I?  Are you covering your mouth in an attempt to stay quiet?  Oh baby girl, I can hear the sweat drip from your forehead onto the dusty floor.  Are your eyes wide? Are you frantically moving your head back and forth trying to find a way out? I have news for you sunshine, there isn’t one.

I know I am speaking loud enough for you to hear me.  This old building, with it’s empty rooms, and decayed floors carries sound rather well.  It also makes it so you cannot tell from which direction I am moving toward you.  Makes the game more interesting.  Don’t you think so too my sweet play doll?  Didn’t you like the pretty box I let you lay in until you woke up?  I hope so, because when our game is done, you will be right back in it.

Oh my, someone took their patten leather shoes off. Didn’t they? Did me saying that make you stop dead in your tracks? I am sure it did.  Would you like to know how I know that you abandoned not only your pretty shoes but those tiny little socks with the lace around the ankles? I can see your toe prints in the grime that is on the floor.  Do you know what else I see?  I see the trail you left for me to follow. 

I’m getting closer, you know it, and I know it.  Did you piss yourself yet? Do you feel those tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise up?  Are you wanting your Mommy?  Don’t worry sweet one, I am almost to you now.  Some day your Mommy will see you again.  She will shed tears just like you are shedding tears now.   Only hers will be from sorrow, and soon…yours will be from pain.

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Calling all Sadists

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Several guys have solicited my services who think that they are so tough but tuck their tails and run at either gore or sweetness. They mock my sugary, southern accent…but how do you think that I catch such ripe, young prey?! You are fools if you think you can come at people with a hatchet and slaughter many. No, I prefer to gather them up like a sweet flock and mutilate and torture them. You must have patience and the thirst for sadism.

People ask if I cum, and that’s stupid. Of course, I do. But it’s from sadistic torturing, blood, guts, revenge, and fucking the dead holes of some skank or mother.

I am tired of this silly little game that some people play. I want fun…relentless cruelty. And, if you cannot laugh in the face of a munchkin’s face getting clawed open by a shovel, don’t call me. If you can—and I do hope that you can—add to this, call me NOW. Let’s have some fun and let our wicked minds run rampant. Do you dare? I do…I double-dare you!

Abandoned Asylum

When my brother and I were young, we were sentenced to an asylum; our dumb parents thought that would help us… and it did but just not in the way they hoped. We learned new, better, more creative ways to harm ourselves and others.

We decided to re-visit our old haunt but we thought it’d be safer to go at night when it wasn’t as well staffed. They drug you at night; during the day is when you cause trouble. When we drove up, everything was dark and the building barely stood upright. Windows, walls, and doors were missing. We investigated the debris with our flashlights. There were toothbrushes by the sinks as if everyone had been unexpectedly interrupted in their routines.

It seemed like fire was the cause of the destruction. There was one place that we had to check for old time’s sake: a trap door in the floor. It creaked a little, then broke, as we removed the lid. When I shined my light down below, I saw a skeleton. My brother and I laughed because it had a name tag; and the only people who wore badges were nurses. We strained to read it: R-e-b-a. That was the head nurse!

We looked up at each other and instantly knew what had happened: no one knew about the trap door except patients, and that fire had been set on purpose, most likely to cover up dear old Reba’s death. We looked a little further and could see a few patients’ bracelets. “We finally revolted,” my brother said. I told him that it was a shame that we hadn’t been a part of that; but, we did our legacy…and that’s for another time. We walked out of the abandoned building and said, “Keep it tip-top,” which was Reba’s motto.

Mummy’s Revenge

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I saw an advertisement on an online bulletin board that intrigued me; it was a college brat who wanted revenge against his pregnant girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but his anger sounded genuine and worth checking out. Sure enough, when we met at a coffee shop, he didn’t blink when he told me that he wanted his ex-girlfriend dead for cheating on him. I contrived a plan and he agreed.

We kidnapped that whore and tortured her, taking turns beating her with 2×4 planks of wood with nails that ripped her flesh. He struck her pussy with the sharp objects, laughing manically as she bled and cried in pain. She begged for her life, stupid bitch. We extracted each one of her teeth, her skull bleeding profusely. And, then he fucked her mouth with his hard cock while whispering that he was going to do the same to pink flesh inside of her. He was glad that he hadn’t gouged her eyes yet…because the look of horror was priceless.

I took the liberty of carving out her belly, flopping open the flesh and pulling the spawn out of her. She had several minutes to watch her ex-boyfriend spin it on his cock before bleeding out. Then, I told him that I wanted to mummify the spawn, fix it so that he could unwrap it and always fuck it whenever he wanted. I drained the blood and began the embalming process while he kicked around the corpse of his ex.

Today, I read in the paper that some stupid moron had jumped from a building; apparently, he had left a note that described his guilt and the horrid details of killing his ex alone. He was inconsolable, people said, because he learned that she was carrying his spawn. What a fuck-ton, I thought and laughed as a I finished my coffee. The paper didn’t mention anything about the mummified spawn; I guess he didn’t want to be remembered as a complete monster…what a douche-bag wimp!

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That shit you’ve heard? It’s true. Sometimes I get a little low. And I never stay that for long . . . you see, I’m rarely ever sober. So when I’m without the effects of my beloved drink and drugs, I live in a perpetual state of wild rage. Anger boils in my heart when that little girl on the park swing looks over at me. I’m just conducting my business, goin’ about my fucking life, and I intercept a happy-go-fucky parade. Oh, just my pissing luck. I fucking hate society, the human race, and anyone with a tacky goddamn smile on their lying face, just begging me to rub it off with the heel of my combat boot. That’s how I was feeling when a little runt bumps into me and spills her snow cone all over my top. I couldn’t let it go, I just couldn’t. I had to slit her throat and watch the blood bubble up from her lungs like gurgling butterflies caught in the net of her esophagus. It was beautiful. I clung to her like a lifeline as I watched the inner strength fade away from her. She was draining her own memories, her own past, losing her future at my hands. My grasp…’round her neck. The blood on my hands was so red and vivid it made me do a double take. I couldn’t believe it. I needed more…so I took it. I lowered my head and began to drink. I licked it up like her fading life energy was my salvation. And when I dropped her motionless, wet body to the pavement below, I realized the ice of the snow cone was stained red, too. I didn’t know if it was the cherry flavoring or the blood I had spilled, but nevertheless, I’d smeared that white beyond repair…

STay awAy and don’t come Back

She said she wanted to be my friend. Everywhere I went, the stupid, worthless cunt followed like a poor little puppy dog lost in the world like a maze. When I ditched school for a few days to get high and fuck some dick, floundering in debauchery and soaking up the sin like the Absinthe running through my veins, she sent me some crybaby texts about missing me. How’d the stupid slut get my phone number? I show my true colors–quiet, sinister, seductively deadly–by acting like an lethal monster to everyone I come across. I don’t fucking want them to know me. I don’t want them to fucking like me. I don’t want them to fucking TEXT me. The peckerhead was getting involved where she was not wanted. Almost ruined one of my illicit deals by running her stupid goddamn trap where it did not belong. The wrong place at the wrong time? I don’t believe it. She’d been following me. I found the asswipe whore after school, pushed her against the wall and told her straight-up to FUCK OFF or she’d be in for it. Did she want her little pussy sliced apart and baked into a nutsack pie? I poked her with my sharp nails and scratched them slowly across her skin, prickling the senses and leading her attention astray. “I will fuck you up,” I whispered down to her. “Don’t mess with me.” But the next day, she still hadn’t learned her lesson. I saw her leaving the principal’s office with a guilty look on her face. FEAR. She was scared shitless when she saw me watching her. That’s when I knew what I had to do. I waited to get her alone, and jumped her. I wrapped a nylon cord around her throat and choked the bitch until her skin was completely indented with my malicious intent. I pulled it taut and watched her struggling cease. At first she batted at my hands and groaned, kicking, trying to escape. Screams filtered from the corner of her mouth. She managed to hit me in the side of the head. I smacked her against the wall and tightened the cord further. It wasn’t until I’d heard that distinctive SNAP! that I stopped tugging and tied the knot on the noose. Precious. I tied it up to the hook on the ceiling and walked away, brushing my hands on my sullied jeans as I left. She’s gonna look fucking great there, hanging like the shitscared baby ass motherfucker she is. In the meantime while I wait for them to discover her depressing suicide . . . I deserve a cocksucking serial number for all the sluts I’ve killed.

I Believe You Can Fly

Accomplice phone sex“Trash.  That is what you are.  Never wanted, never needed, useless and you serve no purpose what so ever.  If you were to just disappear I wouldn’t even notice.  As a matter of fact, why don’t you do just that.  I have more important people in my life, I never really wanted you anyway.  The only reason I kept you is that I didn’t have the money for an abortion.”

Those were the last words that it heard from it’s Mother before it rain crying out into the rain.  It thought that running away would solve all it’s problems.  IT is an idiot.  I wasn’t the one who found it, it was at a homeless shelter sitting on a cot in the corner.  Oh, did I mention that I volunteer at a Homeless Shelter?  I do, I will tell you why at some point soon.  Anyway, there it was.  Looking scared and shit.  You would think that because of the age of it, authorities would of been called.  I guess it was thought that it belonged to one of the adults that were there.  It took me all of thirty minutes of watching to realize that it didn’t belong to anyone and it was scared.

I had to laugh a little bit.  It heard me, I waved at it.  It waved back slowly.  I walked over with a lunch sack.  It took it and asked if it was free.  I told it not to be stupid, it was in a shelter, you don’t pay for things in a shelter.  I went back to passing out the lunches.

A long time had passed and it became more and more friendly with me.  I offered to call it’s parents for it.  It wanted to go back home even though it’s Mother said those things to it.  Apparently it’s better to be ignored then be on the streets.  Whatever, I don’t care.

I had my cell phone back home so I told it that either I could run back and get it or it would have to wait until the next day.  It looked like it was going to cry, so I said, “Come on.”  The more it talked the more irritated I became.  You know what? Fuck it.  No wonder the Mother said that shit, it wouldn’t shut up, not even for a god damned second.  A change in plans occurred.  I took it to a hotel telling it that I rented a suite because it was cheaper than paying regular rent.  We went up the stairs to the top floor.  I told it I had forgotten my key that I would be right back.

I walked back down to the desk, showed a little bit of tit to the guy behind the check in and he gave me the key to my room which I had lost.  I told her to open the door to the balcony, as she did so I just rushed her and ‘accidentally’ pushed her over the edge.  Ooops.  At least it’s quiet now.

Uncle Don’s Ghostly Visit

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I had the strangest experience, and I would think it was a dream except for…well, you’ll see!

This Friday the 13th at midnight, I was awoken by chimes, which is weird since I do not have a grandfather clock in my house. So, I went downstairs and there was this faded black-and-white image sitting in my chair and drinking my scotch. “Well, now, there she is. Sleep head, aren’t you?” He smiled and walked toward me. I moved away, not because I was afraid…but because I was cold! “Someone told me you were the gal to see about my unusual appetites,” he winked and motioned me to follow him.

We walked to the nearby playground; and, sure enough, there was a young girl in the swing and another one climbing on monkey bars. “Let’s take them home, Pandora,” he whispered in a maniacal voice. And, we did; they seemed eerily willing to follow him without him even saying a word. When we returned to my house, he instinctively went to my dungeon downstairs. The girls laced their fingers and placed them demurely in their laps. He pointed to one and she came to him. He lifted her dress over her head, the curls falling against her shoulders; and, he rolled her panties down before bending her over to touch her puffy pussy. Spreading her ass cheeks, he fingered her, opened her up; then, he pulled out his cock and put her on his lap, bouncing her up and down. She didn’t even scream. “Now take care of her,” he said and waved his hand at me.

I took care in chopping her up, not taking as much joy in slicing her throat as I normally would because I was a little perplexed by the grey figure who was with me. The other little girl stared blankly at me as I dismembered her friend and Uncle Don forced his cock in her mouth. After he was done, he slapped his hands and passed the blank girl to me. I began dismembering her, too; behind me, he said, “There. That should take care of the little bastards.” When I turned around, he was gone…but the bodies were still there, and there was a wet ring where his scotch glass had been.