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Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins

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As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.

Torture sex in the church

torture sexTorture sex in the local church, sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon, right? Well that’s exactly what I did yesterday, I waited until services were started and I locked all the doors so that no one would be able to escape. Then my friends and I took them all hostage and forced them to do all kinds of fucked up shit! I led all the little ones up to the altar and forced them to kneel in front of their preacher, they were terrified and crying and just seeing that had me wet as fuck! I forced the preacher to pull out his cock, he tried to protest but he was already rock hard so it was definitely a token protest at best. He looked eager to get as many of them sucking his dick as possible and trust me, his congregation could definitely tell. They stopped grumbling at us and started getting pissed at their preacher instead. They were calling for his blood after watching him fuck all those little faces! I let them take him and they tore him to pieces, they never even noticed when we slipped out!

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Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies Langley

 

 

Murder phone sex Fantasies are one of my favorite pass times!

I had one that got me off so hard, I think I might have to send my work bench to be refinished…

I was at a bar, and of course, all my friends had left me there, by myself…. Poor me, right? Right. So I was pretty buzzed when this hot guy sat beside me, and started talking with me. We had a wonderful conversation, with so much in common! As we smiled and laughed, trading stories, his hand laid upon my thigh. My nipples shot out so very hard, and I was very aware of how wet I had become!

Needless to say, he came home with me! I was so horny, and so excited! But, as I walked through the door, a pain exploded behind my eyes, and everything went black…

I came to in my shop, naked but for my panties, and very strapped down! I could barely squeak around the gag in my mouth. There was that hot guy, standing over me, smiling so wickedly! Naked, and rock hard, he moved around my shop, opening drawers, examining shelves… I was crying, begging for my life with all I had, but it didn’t faze him. It seemed nothing would.

When he rolled my little table over to me, full of all things I owned out there with a blade, my blood froze! I couldn’t breathe for the terror gripped my throat so tightly!

Faster than my eyes could follow, he grabbed my curved skinning knife and slammed it deep into my pelvic bone! I screamed and screamed, choking on my own saliva-drenched tongue. I barely drew a breath before another slammed into the other side of my bone, shattering it to pieces within me. I started to black out from the pain, but a jolt from my own fucking tazer brought all new pain and awareness.

He was now holding my jigsaw, looking at the blade adoringly. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

He turned it on, and with his eyes looking deep into mine, slipped it through my flesh from hip-to-hip like a bot knife through butter. Small bits and pieces of me flew from the blade, splattering wetly all over his naked body, the walls, the ceiling. Pieces of my meat, my organs, everywhere.

As I cried, choking on my own fluids, and shaking from the deep cold only shock can bring, I could barely feel his hard cock stroking through my internal organs like a sickly wet pocket pussy.

As the last of my life drained from my body, and his hand playing at my mangled, missing pussy, I heard him come in my bloody body cavity…

Cannibalism phone sex over spring break!

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I dearly love sharing my cannibalism phone sex fantasies with you! You so intrigue me. You live so far away, but sharing these yummy treats makes me feel so close!

Spring break is such a wonderful time of year to go shopping for girl! Rick and I retire to our lovely mountain retreat, and wait above the hiking trails. A nice, warm day, and a steep, winding hiking trail assure that soon, a nice looking main course is soon separated from her friends. I cut her off before she can catch up, and easily knock her lights out, carrying her up to Rick, and our waiting 4 wheeler. We go out of our way over a hill, leaving her shirt, and bloodied, torn ID by a cougar den. She’s going to be eaten anyway, they may as well believe it was by a cougar!

When we arrive, and we have her inside, we undress and inspect our quarry. She’s got nice, thick thighs, a rounded ass, and even a strong, meaty looking back. She’s just what I was hoping for, to prepare a perfect slow-smoked long pig, mountain style!

While Rick prepares the wild rice, and other side-dishes to set overnight, I get her head shaved and smoothed, and get her all clean and well-buffed. No need to shave the rest of her, everything is already nicely bald. So very considerate!

Next, I clean off outer skin of the she-hog using a white cloth and vegetable oil to remove any hair or sweat that may have gotten on the skin. Next, I spray all of her outer skin with vegetable oil using a spray bottle. This will keep the skin from burning during the cooking process.

For a truly juicy, perfectly textured rack of girl meat, you gotta inject the shoulders, hams, loin and bacon with a minimum of 2 gallons of special sauce. I mix:

  • 32oz Apple Juice
  • 32oz Water
  • 1/2 cup Kosher Salt
  • 1/2 cup Brown Sugar
  • 1/2 cup Lt. Corn Syrup
  • 1/4 cup Red Wine Vinegar
  • 1/2 cup Dry Rub
  • 1 TBS Worcestershire
  • 1 TBS soy
    As I start shoving the long, hollow needle into her bits and pieces, she starts to wake up, crying and begging for mercy, screaming at the pain as my needle takes chunks out of her soft little bits, filling her full of meat-tenderizing fluids. She can scream all she wants, no one is up here for many, many miles. We made sure of that!

The smoker is ready to smoke for 17 to 20 hours. The pit will need to be at a temp of 220 degrees, so I planned accordingly. It’s a nifty little set up, resembling an old-fashioned, single-person sweat box, but bigger. She’s suspended inside, all wrapped and tied-up like a crying, whimpering turkey, with her head through the top. We gotta enjoy the show, after all. Place the Heather-hog in our pit that is up to temp. She cooks at 220 degrees for four hours. During this time, we were sure to add lots of hickory and peach wood chunks to the fire chamber. When smoking girl meat, I recommend a good quality coal like chef’s delight or chef’s select and always use dried hickory and peach chunks with or without the bark, and I have a soft spot for soaking the wood in water. I was impressed, she stayed somewhat aware and wailing, begging, pleading, bartering for her life, for nearly this whole time!

Next, we sprayed her skin again with vegetable oil, and then finally wrap the entire gal with aluminum foil. This kept the meat from turning too dark, and also trapped all the juices inside so she would self baste… Self-basting, pre-shaved, she’s making this so much easier. This meal was meant to be!

Once her shoulders’ internal temperature has reached 170degrees (and had been cooking for about 16 hours at this point) we removed the foil, and injected her shoulders, loin, bacon and hams with another round of my second- shoot sauce, which consists of :

  • 64oz – Apple Juice
  • 1 Cup – Apple Cider Vinegar
  • 2 tbs – The BBQ Rub.

Next, she continues cooking without foil until shoulders reach 185degrees inside, just for safety. Who knows what’s been in there.

Now, it’s time for the yummy glazing! Nothing sweetens a girl pig up like these:

  • 1/2 Gal. – Your Favorite BBQ Sauce
  • 2 Cup – Honey
  • 16oz – Peach Jelly
  • 1 Cup – Teriyaki Sauce

The girl-hog cooked for another 45min, to let the glaze set. Lastly, we misted her with apple juice to give a nice shine then, garnish ed her with local wild herbs and berries, and served her with Ricks wonderful creations!

We enjoyed our teamwork outside, under the stars, before a nicely crackling fire, with our red wine, and some soft blankets, cuddling as we feed each other bits and pieces of our yummy smoked Heather hog.

Necrophilia phone sex in emergency use a friend…

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This guy I know only enjoys necrophilia sex…and I ended up helping him. He came over one night wanting to just hang out and chat. It was Friday night and we just sat and had coffee, but I started feeling strange. My head was fuzzy and I wanted to go to sleep. When I woke up I covered head to toe in plastic wrap. I was totally immobile and could only breathe with the small slit by my mouth and nose. My face and eyes were wrapped as well. I couldn’t even move my fingers; it felt as though each one was wrapped individually.
I started to feel myself being turned over. And after a bit of nothing I feel a sharp suddenly split in my ass and it keeps going harder and faster, he’s fucking my ass. I try to make a noise but my throat, where my voice box is, is taped tightly enough to constrict me from making any noise at all. I feel him cumming in my ass and then I am rolled over again. I don’t know how long passed by when I again felt I was being fucked, this time in my pussy. I could help getting wet, I was being fucked. I felt clamps on my tits being pulled too hard for me to take, I tried again to scream or yell but I couldn’t. I lost count how many times he fucked my pussy and my ass. He used me up really hard.
I woke up, said Thursday on my clock. I was in bed, naked, really sore ass and a really sore pussy. When I was finally oriented to my surroundings…I figure out it’s been 2 weeks. Holy fuck.

Kind Eyes, Evil Soul

Sadistic phone sexMy man is an abusive crack addict. He beats me for any little reason, especially if he can’t get high. But if he doesn’t have money for drugs he sends me out to walk the streets . He makes me sell pussy for money to buy crack. Last night he told me he had a great surprise for me. I got so excited because it’s been years since he’s brought me anything. But the surprise was that I wouldn’t have to walk the streets last night, he had a customer lined up for me. He drove me over to the customer’s house and left me at the front door. On the drive over he explained that this customer had paid big money and could do whatever he wanted. So my stomach was full of dread as I knocked on the door. A tall, thin man with kind eyes answered the door, but I learned later that those kind eyes hid pure evil.
“Come in sweetheart, it’s cold out here.”, he welcomed me inside.
He had me follow him to a back room and locked the door behind us. When he pulled his belt off and wrapped the handle around his hand, I knew what was coming and it wasn’t sex. He beat me for 10 whole minutes until he was out of breath. I crawled away from him into the corner of the room and curled up into a ball. I cried so hard and screamed so loud for anyone to help me.
“Shut up sweetheart, no one can hear your screams”, He calmly stated.
And then the beating began again.

Sadistic phone sex dreams

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This whole time I thought things like this only happened on shows like criminal minds, not too sweet little girls like me. I was minding my own business, playing on my phone at the park waiting for my friends to catch up to me. Period day you came walking up with that sexy smile, asking if I would help you look for your lost kitty. If I had known what you were, I would have ran home screaming for mommy. I remember a sharp pain to the back of my head, right before everything went black. Coming to, I could see was light and smell wet earth and moldy wood. After some moments my eyes found you in the corner, sitting there on your bench, your cock in your hand stroking it, looking at me with such hunger. Fear shook me as he walked towards me, naked and rock hard. I was hanging from the rafter, my toes just barely dragging the ground, a few feet from where my own clothes were piled. You grabbed my breasts, twisting my nipples painfully, to the point of making them bleed. You took your time roughly squeezing, twisting, and groping my pussy. I was crying, begging for your mercy. Then I felt cold steel between my vagina lips, a large pipe you are pressing up against my tiny little fuck hole, already pinching the delicate flesh of my entrance. As I screamed and cried and begged you not to hurt me, I heard you laugh, low and dark. “Help me, Mommy!” were my last words, as you impaled me. From my bald, young kitty, to my untouched tonsils, I was filled with the cold, lead pipe. As my body twitched, all of my fluids draining along the pipe to pool at the floor, the last thing I saw was you, jerking your cock, and coming on the ruins of my sweet little cunt.

But, you weren’t done, were you?

Evil Phone Sex Babysitter For Hire

Looking to get into some trouble tonight man? Maybe join me in some evil phone sex babysitting fun. I love torturing the fuck out of young innocent cunts and the sweet virginal flesh is so delicate and tasty. I love to get my fix for such a delicacy on these sunny Spring Sunday’s watching the prey parade around in their pastel dresses.

I will scoop a couple of sisters up and meet you back at the cabin. When I get there be ready for a couple of kicking and screaming little brats, and I know that is really part of the fun for you, their tantrums just arouse your desire to hurt them even more doesn’t it? We will strip them down and suspend their bound wrists from the ceiling leaving their naked young bodies on complete display. Taking my stiletto blade I will trace the sweet tender nipples and gently prick a trickle of blood from the tender pink orbs. Licking the blood up it fuels my hunger and I slit the bitches throat and feast on the succulent flow of crimson while you sodomize her with your rape phone sex fantasies. We will fuck them and mutilate them before we decide to incinerate their remains and use the ash for our next ritual.

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Force Fucked Home Invasion

Home invasion phone sex MaceyI was home alone one afternoon in my new house that I had just moved in to. I was unpacking boxes when I heard a knock on my front door. Before I could even reach the front door to answer it, the door the flew open and a masked man dressed in all black barged through then grabbed me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. It all happened so fast and I was taken aback at the entire situation. I was kicking and screaming as I tried to set myself free from his tight grip! He brought me upstairs to my bed and threw me down, choking me and making me gag as he unzipped his pants and forced his hard dick inside of my pussy. I was trying to fight back as best as I could but he was much bigger and stronger than me so it made it very difficult to try to protect myself. He pulled out a knife and began fucking my asshole with it while he force fucked me. I could feel him tearing up and slicing my insides as he had his way with me. Blood was pouring out of my holes while he twisted my body into all sorts of positions. He busted his load of cum all over my stomach and carved his initials into my pussy skin. He left me there on the bed in a pool of blood as he quickly escaped from my home.

The Perfect Victim

Sadistic phone sexIf my man doesn’t have any money to get high he sends me out to walk the streets. He makes me sale my ass for cash. Tonight he came home angry because he had an argument with a co-worker. He came home and went straight to his drug stash.
“Bitch, have you been giving my dope away?”, he yells.
He knows I haven’t gave his drugs away, he just wants a reason to beat my ass. I race upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom, but he’s faster and he pulls me back down the stairs by my hair. I tumble downstairs landing on my back, my head painfully hits the hardwood floor. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
“Get your ass up and hit the streets!”, he yells.
I get up and head for the door. Every time I walk the streets could be my last. There are a lot of men more sadistic than my man. He doesn’t care that I could be killed, him getting high is more important than my life. Why don’t I have the strength to leave? Do I like being a victim?