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Hunt, Bind, Kill, Eat

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My hunger for flesh has been undeniable; and, yesterday, I had the great fortune of talking with someone who has my same unusual tastes. He shared a picture and several ideas that captured my interest; and, with the proper planning, I went out to execute it myself…even though it was risky alone. It was almost dusk, so I had to hurry to the local hiking trail. The pretty little families and coeds walked past; but, in the distance, I could see a large group and one particular meaty chick was lagging behind. I double-checked my trap and waited. One of her stupid little skinny friends stopped to help her; but, I breathed a sigh of relief when she returned to a boy that was further ahead.

I smelled the group as they passed; this catch would definitely need a bath before eating and I was glad that I set-up next to a creek. She was teetering and I was afraid that she would miss the spring that would trigger the net; so, I stepped out in front of her and asked if she could help me…that I had sprained my ankle. Oh, the ones with a little bit of body issues are so easy to snag! And, quickly, she was floating in the air in the net! I forced her to drink a concoction that would make her easier to maneuver; and that was easy because her mouth was open as she sobbed. She didn’t even scream because she knew that she was destined to be prey. I cut the rope and she lay there as I drug her and washed her.

Then, I bound her wrists and legs. Not correctly gauging her weight or tolerance, she began to come out of the semi-unconsciousness and began begging for her life, struggling against the ropes. I quit listening until she said that she had so many people that I loved her; looking up at her, I showed my doubt. She instantly burst into sobs and was quiet the rest of the time. I was going to attempt to roast her over a fire that I had recently created. I hadn’t realized that she’d be so heavy, though; as I carved her meaty flesh, I decided to take what I wanted. I’d leave a little of her hidden in the brush for a friend, whom I’d call and offer that part of the kill.

I happily returned to my vehicle and placed the backpacks of fresh meat in the trunk; her friends hadn’t even missed her yet. They were all huddled around a truck and drinking beer. Yes, she was better off where she was going; at least she’d bring pleasure this way, and I was quite certain that her own seasoning would be delicious.

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Uh oh, this gal’s high again
just hit the weed, ate 3 Valium and 2 Vicodin;
Look like Dr. House, stumbling around my living room
fell off the couch, broke a shelf and cracked the ceiling too.
I’m feeling doomed, haven’t even started drinking yet
nervous wreck, when will all this pressure start to break my neck?
Pissed at everyone, thinking about grabbing a pistol
a knife with no handle, some razor blades and my Ginsu;
and coming to get you, find you where you sleep
grab something to eat in your house, 
slitting your throat and fleeing the scene.
I’m hopeless, see? I’ve got nothing left to live for.
Get bored and choke myself to death with a 16-inch extension cord.
So be forewarned, I will leave you deformed
beyond the norm
looking like a CSI porn

You better lock all your windows and barricade the front door, because I’m getting wet just thinking ’bout making a mess. With your face on the floor, and my boot on your head…

Why don’t you undress, and I’ll administer a test. Let’s see how long you can breathe while your throat’s full of hash. I’m gonna make sure the rope is nice and tight too. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally get some air. Ah. That’ll do. Nice and intricately tied. A spider web weaved that you’ll fall into…

See–it all starts here, and it’ll end here for you.

Sissy Parade in New Orleans

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It’s New Orleans, one of my favorite places to be because it is so damn crazy. I was walking past a residential area when I heard muttering; I squinted and I could see a flashlight in one of the graveyards. I thought it was just a couple of teens playing around, maybe spray-painting the tombstones. But, then I heard, “No, I am not opening it! I just got my nails done!” I was intrigued and moved in for a closer look. There were a bunch of young sissies standing around a couple of open tombs; only the final cover remained between them and the corpse. “We have to do it, ya’ll or Master will be angry,” one of the more logical ones said. My ears perked up: these sissies belonged to someone. I focused on them and could see that they were really not prepared to do what they were instructed to do; after all, who wears high-heels and short skirts on a job like this? Finally, the logical one opened the casket, struggled with the body, and then demanded help. The others helped lift the body, and then it became apparent what they were doing: they were stealing the clothes off the dead people! Most of them gagged as they did this, but I was impressed with their resolution and continued to follow them. “Now, girls,” the sissy whose nails were recently manicured said, “remember that we must prance our little sissy hearts out! Master is watching and we cannot disappoint him. No stealing beads, but everything else is fine. Beads must be earned from flashing!” And, along they marched, this very interesting crew. I walked down Bourbon Street as far as I could without getting absorbed into the crowd; and, sure enough, there was a man sitting on a balcony with a cigar…and a woman, wearing a dog collar, at his feet. Our eyes met and we had an understanding; I smiled as the crowd became even more boisterous. Yes, the sissies had arrived!

Momma’s Magic Touch

My innocence…if I ever had any to begin with…was scarred at a very young age. It happened when my Momma had friends over and told me not to cum in the room. I didn’t listen, and got too curious. Hiding in the closet, I saw my Momma with a pretty, thin blonde woman tied up with coarse rope. A tall man with dark hair was standing over the blonde, laughing as she cried. I gasped as I watched them flip her over and pull down her tiny lace thong. She must’ve been a stripper or a prostitute they picked up somewhere, since she was covered in tattoos and wearing only lacy lingerie. The man brought out a basket and took the lid off…I was shocked to see a snake curling out of it! The girl just started crying harder. Momma was laughing and held open the hooker’s butt cheeks as the man picked up the snake. Then my Momma reached over and grabbed a turkey baster filled with something white and liquid. She shoved the baster up the tied-up blonde girl’s tight pink asshole and the girl screamed. They kept laughing and Momma filled up her anal canal with the liquid. The man then put the snake’s head at the entrance to her asshole and it crawled inside, slithering up her ass. Turns out, it was milk, and the snake’s mouth was sewed shut. But it kept moving around in there because it smelled the milk and wanted it. So the tied-up girl got to enjoy that experience of having her asshole stretched out by a slithering snake. I quickly left the closet after that and never told my Momma I saw it, but somehow I think she knows. It’s obvious that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m a sadistic teen because I know my family likes hurting people, too. Momma always told me to never be afraid to stir up some trouble. She’s the Queen of Mean, so I guess that makes me pretty sick and evil, too…

When Little People Attack

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I was walking home from my latest kill when I saw a very odd-looking fight. The bartender, a little person, was charging over the counter at a guy. I could hear a woman’s voice say, “Vinny, he touched me. Beat him up!” I crept further so that I could see and hear better through the gigantic window. The bartender had the other man (of normal weight and height) in a headlock. I had to laugh at the scene. The guy grunted out, “She’s just a tramp, man. I bought her a drink.” Vinny didn’t like that much and slammed the guy’s face into the concrete floor. Vinny yelled, “Well, she’s my tramp now. My damn pussy.” I rolled my eyes at the reason for the fight: a frizzy-haired blonde woman with a short skirt…who, I just noticed, had her skirt lifted and was rubbing her clit over Vinny’s half-conscious victim. She was definitely jacking-off; and, when she was cumming, she released what I think was urine on the unconscious man. The bartender drug the man out into the street gutter and I disappeared in the shadows. Without so much as a “Thank you,” the woman left; and, the bartender who had so fiercely fought for the woman sat at the bar and drank a beer. I stared curiously at his bloody nose and wounds, badges of honor that he’d wear just for pussy. I shook my head and continued home; and, people think it’s weird that I eat them?! Hell, I think I’m doing some of them a service!  The fun part was already done or i would’ve brought the trash home…and tortured him.  And, as for Vinny, he needs to be out there somewhere.

It’s a GAS!!!

Tonight is a special night. I received a shipment of tear gas and I’m going to get off with it on one lucky victim. Or I guess I should say unlucky victim. I’m going to invite a doomsday prepper over to test this tear gas out. He is fit with large muscles and a large cock to match. I lead him to my basement where he finds a table with a gas mask and various tools on it. I grab the mask, slip it on and throw some tear gas on the ground. He is brought to his knees like a good bitch. I get him on the table and strap him down. I take clippers and strip all his clothing. He begs for me to give him a gas mask but I’m going to enjoy watching him suffer. I run a screwdriver up and down his body and ask him why he should live. I received no answer so it’s time for the fun to begin. I grab his cock and begin to masturbate him. He can’t even get a hardon. What the fuck? I pick up my saw, grab the head of his cock and cut it off at the base. He starts to squeal so I shove his cock in his mouth to shut him up. His blood will serve as good lube for what’s about to come. I take the handle of a hammer, soak it in blood, and ram it up his ass. I fuck him for a few minutes to open his hole. I grab a funnel and stick it up his ass. I pour lighter fluid in his gaping ass and ask him if he’s fire proof. I light a match and watch fire shoot from his hole. His balls are melting and he burned from the inside out. While I‘m comfortable in my gas mask, I have to say that he wasn’t very prepared for doomsday.

The man in the Gas Mask

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I struggle to keep my eyes open, after laying on this cold concrete floor in the dark for what feels like an eternity, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light.

I look around the room surprised to see a man standing there with nothing but a mask on his face.

He walks toward me very slowly playing with his hard cock.

He bends down and takes the ball gag out of my mouth, then he took his cock and slapped me with it until I opened my mouth.

He slipped his throbbing cock in my mouth and I had no other choice but to suck on it.

He was on his knees resting his sack on my forehead and he was pushing his cock deep into my throat that I started to gag.

Every time he heard me gag he would push even deeper.

My last gag I put my teeth around his cock to try to get him off and out of me.

He growled as he felt my teeth around his cock, he pulled himself out of my mouth and punched my tits.

He called me a dirty cunt and said I would pay for it.

He untied my hands and ankles and pulled me up off the ground by my bruised tits.

He sat down and bent me over his knee and started spanking me.

He told me not to make a sound or each spank would be harder.

After 20 slaps my ass felt like it was on fire.

He picked me up and slid his cock up and down my pussy lips.

Slowly he pushed my hips down so his cock slid deep inside of me.

I cried out no.

But he slapped me so hard I couldn’t breath.

He made me ride his cock while he choked me.

What happened next you wont believe.

Give me a call to find out what happens next.

Makayla

Killer Phone Sex with Reagan

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It was really late but I knew if I looked hard enough I could find a “treat” for him. I knew he would be waiting with a raging hard on for fresh,young cunt and I didn’t want to disappoint. For years he had been using and abusing my tiny holes it was time for something new. Being his accomplice slut is no easy task, I have to get very creative to give him what his fetish cock desires most. It is not often that I let anyone control my cunt, but the way he would cut, burn and violate dirty whores did something intoxicating to my soul.

Finally, I found the perfect one and rushed home to satisfy his wicked urge. Watching him ravish his new play pet was more than my pussy could take. I licked three fingers and shoved them into my eager little cunt, humping and moaning his name. Telling him what to do, begging him to be rough, my tiny twat dripped with hot fuck honey for even more deviant deeds. He looked at me and instructed me to get the gasoline, my sex exploded right there and then..

I love having no limits and extreme violent phone sex.

Take My Life, Piece by Piece

Kinky phone sexThe candles are lit. The instruments in place. I lay on the stripped bed listening to you sharpening your knives. The screeching sound is nothing compared to how you make me scream. My body is yours, my last breath will be yours. You will take me apart bit by dirty bit until I am reduced to nothing.

I see you now, hovering over me, my blood dripping from your chin from our dance of death earlier. Its time for more play, and I dream that it ends with my pathetic life being snuffed out by you. 

You heat your knife over the candle, and tell me to lay still because it hurts more that way. You run the hot knife between my trembling breasts, I ache for the cut, but you only burn me, making me want it even more. Cut me, please, cut me. 

Suddenly you grab my nipple and pull it up with a strong pinch. “Take this bitch!” you yell and you slice it off with your burning knife… Oh my god the pure pain and pleasure courses through my entire body and it takes my breath away. Before I can even scream you slice off my other nipple! 

I want to die, I want to die, I want to die in your hands. That is all I can think about as you slide your hard cock inside my pussy, and I rub my bleeding chest feeling my own sticky blood streaming everywhere.  I cling to consciousness as you withdraw and begin to heat up your knife again. 

You place it on my clit and it burns. I can’t determine if you are just burning me or cutting it off, and I don’t even care. You slide the burning knife inside me, and I know the time has come. Slit me open baby, from clit to throat. Keep me awake as long as you can, so that I can enjoy feeling of life leaving my body, the ultimate feeling that only you can give me. Take me slowly, but take all of me.

Eaten Alive

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She’s just so mean and rough. I never wanted to get on her bad side at all. I don’t know where Reagan came from but I’m sure it was some part of hell. She had fire in her eyes and I knew I would submit to her just like I do my husband. When she walked into the gang house I thought maybe she was one of their girlfriends until she ordered me to my feet. As I stood bare in front of her she inspected my body. She squeezed my tits, opened up my pussy lips, inspected my asshole and finally nodded approval. As soon as she did they put a bag over my head and knocked me out cold. When I regained consciousness she and I were all alone and she was holding a large box.  I on the other hand was uncomfortable as usual and extremely STICKY. From the way it smelled I was doused in honey. I had no idea what this Reagan girl had in her mind but it obviously it involved smearing me in edibles. To my dismay she dropped the large box and what looked like an army of  rats and roaches flew out. I immediately began to scream even though I was warned not to. Roaches were stuffing themselves down my throat as I screamed from the pain. The rats were enjoying a sweet treat as well as eating me alive.

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