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Snuff Porn Cannibal

snuff pornSnuff 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.

cannibalism phone sexShe 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….

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Meeting The Neighborhood Cannibal

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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?

 

Ass Rape Porn in the Back of a Truck

ass rape pornDo you watch ass rape porn videos?  Sometimes, I willingly make them, other times I am too high to realize what is happening. Then there are times like last Thursday night, where I am forced against my will to star in one. I ran out of gas on my way to score some weekend medicine. It was dark, raining and I was not in a good part of town. My cell phone was dead, so I could not call for assistance. I knew there was a gas station a couple miles down the road, so I walked. I was about halfway there when a car stopped for me. A couple of college aged boys. They looked like fish out of water in that part of town. They were looking to score drugs or pussy was my guess, but I didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when they told me to hop in. The car was one of those old school Ford trucks with a cab on top. As I was sitting between them, I got a bad vibe. I could see the lights of the Marathon Station when the driver made a hard right onto a side street. Before I could say anything, the other boy put a soaked bandana over my mouth. I woke up bound and gagged on a dirty mattress in the back of the cab. It was stained with blood, urine and who knows what else. The driver was pounding my ass bare back, while his friend filmed it. My body contorted in the most uncomfortable position ever. Every trust deep into my ass shoved my face further into the soiled mattress. The other boy joined his friend in the anal torture sex. Two cocks at once in my ass without any sort of lube tore my ass in two. After they came in me, they contemplated what to do with me. I thought for sure my throat would be slit with the rusty knife I saw laying in the corner of the truck. But they tossed me out the back in the rain, tied up, naked, with cum leaking out of my ass. No one found me until the morning. No one with two legs that is…

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“Okay we are rolling.” I am so use to hearing those words but not exactly like this. My body is freezing cold and I am hanging to an “x” board. My head feels loopy, like I have been knocked to the face a dozen times. The voice finally appears next to me and says that he got me out of a neighborhood walking.

He grabs my nipples and starts to pinch and twist them. I scream, he laughs telling me no one will hear me. I scream louder as he takes my pink nipples and abuses them to the point of almost falling off. My nipples are purple and bleeding before he decides to move on to the next part of my body to abuse. His cock is standing straight up.

He takes a knife and makes a very thin cut over my uterus. I start to bleed a little over my pussy mound. My blood goes down to my pussy lips where he shoves his cock in me. He rips my skin open as his cock is inside of me and pulls his own cock out. He starts to stroke it while h pounds away at the bloody mess I have.

He takes a cauterizer and burns the flesh back together to get me to stop gushing blood. He tells me that he doesn’t want to snuff me out that quickly.

Stripper Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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I was hired for a bachelor party; specifically, I was to fuck the groom to be. He likes blonde bimbos and his best man heard I do some private escorting occasionally and sent me a text. We have a mutual friend. Easy money I thought. These guys were choir boys compared to who I was accustomed to meeting. We had an enjoyable time. I gave lap dances, a few blow jobs, nothing rough. It was the break I needed. I was staying the night with the groom to be. That was the deal. I was to seduce him, act like I was doing something I was not supposed to be doing because I liked him. I thought he bought it until he grabbed my arm and pinned it behind my back like a WWW wrestler. One wrong move, my arm would have snapped like a twig. “You are just a paid whore. Don’t think I don’t know that,” he seethed. Dr. Jekyll appeared suddenly. He tossed me on the bed with both arms pinned behind me. Damn it hurt. He forced his cock inside my ass. He didn’t bother with lube or a condom. According to him, a whore like me doesn’t deserve pleasure. I could feel my asshole tearing as he fucked me dry and hard. I don’t mind anal sex, but this hurt. He wanted it to hurt. He kept yelling at me to cry. I was fighting back the tears because normally crying gets me hurt worse. He wanted the tears, so I let loose. His dick got harder hearing me cry and plead. He didn’t show me any mercy, however. He just sodomized me harder until he exploded in my ass. When he came, he gripped my arm so tight it snapped. Spiral fracture. Not my first one either, but it hurt so bad I blacked out. I woke up naked, with a bloody ass and a broken arm in the alley behind his loft. I was put out like trash.

Sacrifice

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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.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesHave you ever had sex with dead bodies? I know a few freaks. It is best when the body has been dead no longer than 24 hours. I had some fun this weekend with one of my nasty freak male friends. There was this teen girl he had his eye on for a while. She wouldn’t give him the time of day. She was jail bait, but he likes them young. I owed him a favor, so I killed her for him. I had some fun with her first of course. She was your typical mall rat teen whore. The kind of girl you see traveling in a pack. Thinks she is all that and a bag of chips. Wears short shorts with her ass cheeks hanging out, a small top showing her midriff, then gets mad when older men ogle her. I got her away from her pack with a bullshit line about being a casting agent for a horror movie. I stabbed her in the gut. One shift stab in the right place leaves a little bitch speechless and dead quickly. I watched the life evaporate from her pretty green eyes. The look of puzzlement said, “What did I do to you?” Nothing really, but it was what she did to other men, including my friend. She was a tiny little thing. I shoved her in a duffel bag and walked out of the mall to my car. I hunt at the mall often. I know how to avoid the security cameras. I drove to the old house I inherited that’s in the middle of nowhere and gave my friend his present. I watched his cock get hard at her lifeless body. She was fresh enough that her pussy was still very warm.  I watched as he fucked her dead body. She was bloody, but that didn’t matter to us. He fucked her dead holes for hours. I more than paid back my debt. When he could cum no more, I disposed of the body in the swamp. Just another teen whore runaway is what folks will say. Teen sluts are a dime a dozen.

Snuff sex is the only sex for me!

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex for me, I just can’t get off with boring old vanilla sex any more. I want to see bitches suffer and scream, I want to feel the life flowing out of them and know that I am the cause of their death. I absolutely love fucking little whores up and I will never let an opportunity pass me by, that’s why I grabbed that stupid whore walking all by herself last night. She was terrified and far too young to be all alone like that so when I showed up she was eager to go with me… until I got her back to my place and showed her all the toys I have. She almost passed out from fear when she saw the bloodstains on the floor and even begged me to let her go, it was too late for her tho! I fucked all her holes and cut that little whore to pieces!

Freak Show Force Fuck

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The circus is in town and TBH – I hate clowns. I don’t know how I got dragged into going. I was hanging after the show and having a beer when a “carnie” walked up and offered me a swig of moonshine. I couldn’t resist especially considering how torn my nerves were from all those painted-face mother fuckers with their loud airhorns and just general creepy vibe.
He was nice enough, explained where they came from and kept letting me drink from his flask. He asked if I wanted to meet the rest of the crew and while I didn’t really want to get too involved, he seemed nice and assured me the rest of his friends were chill.
We entered one of the trailers where 4 other guys were, all still in their messy sweaty clown make up. I should have paid better attention to what was going on because maybe I would of notice the moonshine guy locking a few latches. I didn’t realize how drunk I was getting and now I realize there might have been something extra in that cocktail.
I felt someone behind me and it was this giant black guy in the sad hobo get up with a cane. He pressed me up against the wall and whispered, “I heard you don’t like clowns, cunt.” My body was shaking with fear as he slid the cane between my ass cheeks. As totally freaks as I was, I could still feel my bald young pussy getting dripping wet.  Another one of the clowns handed him some rope and they began hogtying me and bounding me spread open, face down on a pull-out bed that smelled like cigarettes and piss. I begged for them to please stop but they wouldn’t listen.
They first started putting make up on me, making me look like one of them while another clown pressed his cock into my soaking wet mound. “You like getting fucked by nasty carnival freaks?”  I shook my head and shouted for them to reconsider forcing me to be their new toy. It was too late though, I was their toy.
They took turns slapping me, kicking me in the sides and stomach- At some point I even broke a rib from them taking turns beating me with the cane. They shared my holes, even double stuffing my filthy cunt and wore me to pieces. I cried and pleaded for it to be over but it was no use.  Once they were finally ready to blast their loads on me, one of the men held my eyelids open so I was blinded by their cum. It hurt so bad too. My hair now a mess, my clothes tattered up and of course they kicked me out of the RV as quickly as they rushed me. Now I’ve got to walk home alone- can you give me a ride?

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I place the heel of my goth teen phone sex boot on her head and slowly apply pressure. The stiletto heel had already pierced flesh and soon I will hear the lovely crunch of skull as it caves in.

You watch me, cock in hand as I toy with my victim. You’ve already violated her shit hole, ripped her pussy wide open, and shoved her panties halfway down her throat. Now, you are joyfully waiting for me to put her out of her misery.

This was an easy one. An unruly teen runaway who wanted to be a gangsta. We offered her booze and candy and she practically threw herself into the car.
But now the party was over. And it was time to take out the trash. No one would miss this one. One final fucking as she took her last breath and we will dispose of her like so many others. Someone has to purge this world of the unworthy who breathe our air. I consider myself the goth superhero doing the job that no one else has the balls for.