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Holiday long pig

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The weather here in Oregon has been rather intense, with heavy snow and powerful winds with temperatures in the single digits. I was on my way home from a shopping trip at a newer little Mennonite store that was opened here in town. I love it there for all of the bulk, raw, whole foods I can get to work with. No processed pesto here! The snow was driving thickly to the ground, and through it I glimpsed some blinking hazard lights from a disabled vehicle. I pulled over to see what the situation was, and was pleasantly surprised to see a thick-thighed beauty pop out of the car waiving. She was wearing these nice, soft leggings that outlined her hips just beautifully, with a smaller waist and bountiful breasts. I opened my passenger door and waived her in.

She sat down and curled up against the shivers racking her body. “Oh thank you! I thought no one would stop. It’s so cold, my car died almost an hour ago, and my cell is still in the shop, so I couldn’t call for help!”

“My goodness! I’m so sorry to hear that! Do you have all of your purse and identification with you? My place isn’t too terribly far away, I’ll take you there and get you warmed up with something hot to drink, and get you a phone so we can get your vehicle taken care of. Do you need to call your mom or anything?” I asked the slightly blue-faced girl.

“No, mom died last year, and I never knew dad. It’s just me.” She said, her teeth still chattering.

I smiled inwardly, no attachments. Even better!

Once I got her inside and sat down, I called Rick downstairs. He smiled graciously at our guest, and asked, “Langley, darling! I had no idea we were having a guest for dinner!?”

“I found her out in the snow all alone. Her vehicle was stranded, the poor dear is all alone in the world, and was nearly half frozen!” I replied as I handed her a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

“Oh my dear young lady! You sip that heat into you and we’ll get you warmed all up. Then we’ll see what to do with you.”

Before she could reply, her eyes were drooping, the “special ingredient” I added was working already. Easy with a chilled, dehydrated body to begin with.

“It’s not often that we have meat that is both frozen, and fresh!” I joked with Rick, getting a warm smile and a chuckle in return.

Once she was thoroughly cleaned inside and out, and shaved nice and smooth, we began rubbing her down with fine coconut oil. I wanted to try some new flavors for the coming up Christmas holiday, so I ground cloves with my ginger root and some allspice, and tossed it with pineapple chunks. I used this to stuff her young, smooth cunt, and her very nicely cleaned little asshole, followed by a wild rice blend I came up with. Then sewed her tightly shut.

I also cut tiny slits, deep and sideays into the thicker parts of her tits, stomach, and thighs, adding a few whole cloves to add to her aroma. I filled her stomach with the same stuffing mix as in her other end, plus some apples. I have a very soft spot for apple stuffing when it comes to the wilder, richer meats.

Together we tied her to the specialized spit, securing her legs slightly apart, her hands and arms were carefully bound with baking twine, and her head fastened to the headrest we had made, so no part of her would wiggle. It’s important for the girl meat to stay exactly where we put it! She began to stir a little bit, whimpering and crying with the sensations of all her holes being full and sewed shut. She tried to cry, beg, to scream. But a throat full of stuffing, and a sewn-shut mouth didn’t allow for words. As hard as she tried to open her lips, she only managed to pull and tug her sutures, making them bleed a little.

Rick lit the fire, and we curled up in our chairs in front of the fire pit to watch her roast. We took turns every so often turning her over and over a few times, so we got a nice, even roast. She cried and sobbed for nearly an hour over the low heat, before her blood finally thickened and boiled within her, making her shut down. around 6 hours in, after the side dishes were prepared, she was done. Her internal temp had reached around 170 degrees, and deep splits were showing on all sides. With the repetitive basting and seasoning while she was roasting, her skin had developed a beautiful dark golden brown finish, and she smelled so beautiful and fragrant!

We served her with a nice festive salad, fresh whole grain bread, and cranberry sauce.

“Happy holidays, Rick. Here’s cheers to many more satisfying shopping trips, and beautiful meals together!’

He smiled, “Happy holidays, Langley. We make a great team! Cheers!”

Cold duck was such a perfect, bubbly drink to wash our holiday roasted long pig down with.

Torture Sex Whore

torture sexTorture sex is all I am good for apparently. I stopped by to see my drug dealer, well one of them at least. I have a few. He was all fucked up on some new pure cocaine. He was acting all erratic. Scared me actually. I was hoping to pay him and get on my way, but he had other plans for me. He grabbed my red mane and dragged me down his basement stairs. From there he preceded to string me up to a beam in his basement. It was all set of with BDSM equipment. He had no idea I was coming over, so I was not the first girl in his little torture palace. I am sure I would not be the last one. I had no clue why he was acting so aggressive with me. I didn’t even owe him money. Not yet at least. I think it was the drugs bringing out his nasty side. He is a mean son of a bitch by nature, but normally this bad. My arms were stretched over my head. My feet barely touching the floor. I was in pain from hanging just inches off the floor. I begged for him to let me go. I said he could fuck me all he wanted. That held no appeal to him. He wanted to hurt me for entertainment. He started with a whip. A big long leather whip that tore through my flesh. As blood tricked down my body, I saw him get out a big scary looking cattle prod. I gasped in fear. Rightfully so too. He shoved the cattle pound up my ass. It was not turned on, but I knew it was like a sick version of Russian Roulette. I would not know when or for how long, but he would turn it on while it was up my ass. A few minutes of ass rape porn with a cattle prod then it was pure torture when he turned it on. I shit and pissed myself. I prayed that I would pass out. Luckily, my wish was granted. I woke up covered in my own piss and shit with a note on a bag of cocaine that said, “You earned this bitch.” Damn right I did. It may have been a lot of pain and humiliation, but I got free coke. Silver linings.

Successful breeding, but…

Snuff phone sexAs a little time passed, Langley grew very fond of Lo’ Din. There was something about him, in his pheromones, that kept her in constant need of his presence. And constantly horny. The drive to have him inside her, filling her, was in every thought of every waking moment. Until one day, when it just kind of slowed down. Her body still reacted with violent orgasms whenever he touched her, licked her, fucked her body. But something changed. She felt hungry, so hungry, and aggressive. And sad.

Lo’ Din had been gone all day with a hunting party, and she had stayed behind with another girl, Sarah, who had been left in the forest a couple weeks after Langley. The day dragged on, as it got darker, she felt agitated. She didn’t know why, he’d been out hunting countless times, and she had been fine if not a little over horny while he was out. She rested on the floor of their den by the fire. It was so pretty. All of a sudden, pain racked her body, again, and again. Her vision changed. She threw up. and her body jerked and writhed, it seemed she was going to split in two. She passed out. The next she knew she was running through the forest. The moonlight was so bright, she could easily see. Not that she needed to. She could smell Lo’ Din. How could she smell him? The thought left as soon as it arrived, as the need to find him, to have him inside her filled every sense and reaction. Fantasy phone sex

He barely had time to sense her before she was upon him, pinning him down, nipping and biting him, licking him all over. With a massive grown he flipped her, pinning her on her back, with a snarl that nearly reached her throat before he recognized her.

“My little one? Is that you? Why yes, it is you. I know those eyes anywhere. But… You’ve changed! I didn’t know that was possible!”

At his words she looked down at herself, surprised to see a lean, full-breasted, furry body. But she didn’t care, she reached her massively long, new tongue down, wrapping it around his already exposed red rocket, and guided it right to her furry cunt. Before he could gasp she was fucking him hard, slamming him into her faster and faster. They flailed back and fourth, dirt and parts of trees exploded around them. The wildest, carnal fuck she’d ever experienced. They both sang to the night in their orgasms.

As they lay there, spent in each others arms, she faded back to her human, naked form, huddling against him for warmth. He laid his hand on her belly.

“So, my little one. It seems when you’re pregnant, you can change. This is interesting indeed.”

“Wait, what? You mean, I’m.. We’re..” she stammered.

“Yes, you will give us a little one of our own.”

Snuffed out at the morgue

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Sometimes I get a wild hair and I have the need to add another victim to my friends at the morgue. Today was that day. I saw her walking down the street in a pair of stilettos, her head held high as if she was better than everyone. I decided that she would be my victim. I followed her to her car, and when she went to get in, I came up from behind and wrapped a chain around her neck. After securing her hands and feet, I put her into the backseat of her own car and drove her to the morgue. I took her to the back room, the dungeon where I keep all of my toys. Securing her to a table, I began to cut into her body with my knife, Cassie, just to watch her bleed. Seeing her beg for mercy just made my pussy that much wetter. As I snuffed her out, I got myself off with one of the men that was just brought in earlier that day.

Ass Rape Porn with a Baseball Bat

ass rape pornWhen he picked me up at the bar, he recognized me from some ass rape porn I have done. I’m not ashamed. Letting men do whatever that want with my ass, pays the rent and more. We were at his place when he requested a show. He had all sorts of ass sex toys already out for me like he knew he would meet me tonight. I was buzzed on fruity drinks and horny as fuck, so I stuck a string of balls up my ass while he jacked off.  I was buzzed, but suddenly I got fucked up. Like sick fucked up. I knew he spiked my drink with something, but I was not sure with what. I started seeing double. I asked for some water, got piss in the face instead. I puked. Started shivering, practically convulsed. No mercy was shown. In fact, he laughed at me before he grabbed a baseball bat and rammed it up my ass. He said he loved bloody ass sex. I screamed in pain as it went so far up my ass it felt like it was going to come out my mouth. I kept puking while I was receiving torture sex up my ass. When he pulled the bat out of my ass, it was dripping with shit and blood. He forced me  to lick it clean. I puked some more tasting my bloody shit hole on his bat. He grabbed my hair, twisted his hand around my hair until I thought he might scalp me. My face was forced down in my puke.  Then I was forced down in the bloody shit mess that came out of my ass from being sodomized by a baseball bat. He knew he would meet me that night because he stalked me for weeks. He was ready for me, but I could never be ready for him or anyone like him.

That bitch got what she deserved!

torture sexThat bitch got what she deserved, honestly she shouldn’t have tried to take what was mine, if she had just stayed out of my way none of this would have ever happened! See I was at the park dressed like your typical suburban mother looking for a little bitch to bring home for a friend of mine; I had one in mind and was about to snatch her when this fucking cunt got in my way. She was so fucking nosy, asking me which brat was mine and all these other nosy questions, she talked so much that she made me miss the opportunity to take the one I wanted! Oh man that shit pissed me off! In an instant I decided that this bitch was going to die in her place even though she was older than what my friend preferred. I convinced her to come with me to my car and once there I knocked her out and took her home. We fucking cut that whore to pieces for fucking up my day, she was tortured and fucked and when we were finally done with her we took her back to the park where her little boys were still waiting for her and dumped that bitch at their feet!

Castration Phone Sex: Tis the Season To Whack off Nuts

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is one of my favorite calls. Tis the season to whack off testicles too. The holiday season brings out all the losers and sad sacks. In reality, the best gift a pathetic worthless piece of shit can give to the world is junk removal. If you are that pathetic you have NO business reproducing. I feel extra charitable too this time of year so I often give free ball removal services to the truly pathetic. Many men are down on their luck and can’t afford my services. In the holiday spirit, I remove their worthless junk for free. I met one such loser earlier in the week. He was panhandling on the street. He was telling tales of being a veteran, but I knew better. I went to high school with this piece of shit. He was con artist even then. Many veterans are homeless and need our help, but ass wipes like Charlie make folks leery of helping the truly homeless vets once they realize they have been scammed.

snuff sexCharlie crushed on me in high school, so I saw my opportunity to give free junk removal to a bottom feeder. I told him I liked dirty sex so he didn’t need to shower.  What a fucking moron to believe that line. More proof that he didn’t deserve testicles. I tied him to my bed for some kinky sex, but whacked off his balls instead of whacking him off. Blood sprayed my face, my sheets and my walls. Hot sticky blood of a total loser. I used an old rusty knife too. Dirty utensils for a dirty sorry ass man. He screamed in pain, pleaded for mercy. With rage in my eyes, I decided on some snuff sex too. I stabbed him deep in the belly. I gutted him like he was a pig and I was the butcher. Actually he was a pig and I am a butcher. A butcher of the worthless. A butcher of the annoying. A butcher of bitches. A butcher of losers. A butcher of brats. A butcher of YOU. It is going to be 24 days of murderous mayhem for me. Happy Holidays!

Consequences

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They say curiosity killed the cat, right? Well my curiosity killed my pussy because I just couldn’t keep myself away from peeking into that black duffel bag of sex toys beneath my bed. Just as I was unzipping that heavy duty zipper ever so slowly to be as sneaky as possible, He walks into my room in a stealthy manner and grabbed me by my hair to yank me back and drag me across the floor until I was beneath him. And then he pinned me down and tugged out a pair of shiny handcuffs from the bag that was now behind him. I giggled nervously and smiled shyly because I don’t mean to get myself into trouble all the time  but I always crave the punishments I get from him. Then he pulled out this really long strap on and I was really confused but he was already fastening a ball gag over my little protesting mouth before I could ask why he put on a strap on! Before much longer he had his full dick length shoving into my ass and the 11” dildo was shoving up into my pussy together, at the same time! I was kicking and screaming and crying for him to slow down but that only made him push harder up into my little bleeding holes. I’ve learned my lesson, don’t go snooping around unless you’re ready to face the consequences.

Bondage Phone Sex with a Redheaded MILF Whore

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I have a bondage phone sex story to share. I am a submissive whore. Normally, a pain slut fuck doll. Torture, snuff and rape fantasies and rough anal are among my favorite things. Bondage has always been a little vanilla for me actually. That all changed this weekend.  My dealer offered me a sweet deal. He had a big time supplier for shit heavier than I do who wanted to make a bondage film for his spank bank. His only requirement for the lead was that she be a red headed MILF. I was going to get my usual weekend blow package free for 6 months if I did this favor for him. I scratch his back he does the same for his heroin supplier, everyone is happy. It was not a happy ending; at least not for me. His dealer was Russian. A big tall burly man who looked like he could snap my neck with two fingers. As soon as I arrived, I knew I should not have agreed to this little endeavor. My greed for drugs got the best of me. Mr. X as he called himself,  immediately strung me up so I was suspended mid air. It was painful to say the least. My  legs were stretched out; I was gagged and my arms were pinned behind me as I hung from ropes above a thick tube of some sort. Mr. X was a puppet master, controlling the strings so I danced up and down this pole. It had the girth of a baseball bat, but was twice as long. He pulled some strings literally and he impaled my pussy on this fuck stick that gaped me wide open. The pain was unbearable. I have had many a big thing up my fuck holes, but the head of this torture sex device was covered in thumb tacks. Every time I was lowered down, my pussy and ass got impaled by sharp objects, shredding my insides. I passed out a few times. Nothing a bucket of ice cold water couldn’t revive. My torture lasted almost 12 hours. My pussy was shredded; my ass prolapsed and my dignity gone. But who needs dignity when you have 6 months of free coke?

Missing

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She had always played  it off like she was so innocent, so perfect and I could never measure up. I was so fucking sick of everyone saying how wonderful that she was! I was better! I was even more tired of her looking down her snobby little nose at me. Today was the day that I would get my revenge. I would show everyone that the world would go on just fine without her. And with her gone, everyone would see that she wasn’t so great after all, and their attention would turn to me. I waited for her to come out of work and when she got close to her car, I made my move coming up behind her in the dark and wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to my master’s car. He was pleased with my prize, and was more than willing to help me snuff her out, but not before having some fun. We strapped her to a wall in the dungeon and I began using my curling iron to burn her oh-so-perfect skin. Not so perfect anymore! I burned her clit, spreading her legs wide then fucking her with the hot iron. Master loved it. He stuck his cock in her mouth to shut her up while I cut her and snuffed her out with a rope to her neck. Now she is listed as missing and everyone is looking. Soon enough they will give up and realize that she wasn’t so great after all.