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Brat Soup For the Cold Front

                                            cannibalism phone sex              Such sick and twisted cannibalism phone sex tales I have…

 Can I help that brats are naturally drawn to me? I hate the little fuckers, but they seem to adore me. At least until the pain starts! That macabre, erotic fix I crave can sometimes kill two birds with one stone! Quite fucking literally! 

 

                                  It’s getting colder than a witches titty or even my heart at this point! The Midwest is not where I tend to winter, but an alluring job helping crotch goblins with home studies, a live in nanny situation with a big payday blurred my visions for a warmer climate. I would be alone with these darling young piles of flesh. I have no clue why these short people like to crawl all over me and are so devoted. They will do anything Miss jezebel asks them too. Perhaps its my blade or the sexual games I make them perform that keeps them scared. But at any moment I could lob a  little head straight off and eat the flesh from the bone. This is how I then would be able to start selecting little urchins to put in my soup. I guess freezing rain, and five feet of snow would be good surroundings for a chunky meaty bowl of brat stew!

 

                                 But first these little ones would need to be tenderized and pulverized with a little cream sauce injected into tiny fuck meat holes. Maybe even some Iv drugs to make them loopy and more willing to be cut up and tortured! Can you help me prepare my cold front pot of young flesh meat? 

Cooking With Daddy Pt. One

Cannibalism phone sexI stalked this chunky bitch for weeks. Playing the sweet, caring, and attractive friend always in her corner. Always meeting for coffee after her classes pretending I had some on the other side of campus. She was a little naïve but daddy picked her specifically for her meat, not her brains. For as long as I can remember daddy every few months needed a little taste of long pig. Trained me to be the perfect lure. Here I was extending an invitation to this fat piggy to come over for dinner, insisting that she come over early so we can study. Thankfully this was coming to an end, I hate pretending to give a shit about the feelings and thoughts of an entrée. It’s understandable why this piggy was selected; her thighs alone have plenty of meat enough to last for days. I’m starting to think maybe Daddy is planning a dinner party with this one. I’ve been taking her out to eat for the past few nights, encouraging her to fill up with plenty of savory foods. Daddy has a list of restaurants that he believes helps with flavorization and fattening up of course. It will be go-time in just a few days, I better go recipe a great stuffing for this one. Yum.

Depraved Sex with dead bodies

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Sex with dead bodies is nothing new.

The story of Herod, King of Judea, stored the corpse of his second bride, Mariamne the Hasmonean, in honey so he could indulge himself with them for seven years. He made her dead body still soft enough to fuck. There is no sensual lust in my tale, only the depraved side of men.

Just a couple years ago a man was arrested in Las Vegas and accused of penetrating the dead body of a 35-year-old homeless woman he purported to have met the night before. His arrest report indicates the woman had expired only two hours prior to his sexual contact with her.

I am extremely turned on by both the historical dead body fuck and the recent news of a man fucking a fresh hot female corpse.

I enjoy my own sexual encounters with dead male cock. It just gets so hard after I murder a man. I can ride his rigid cock for hours!

Never fear if you are a Snuff Phone Sex connoisseur and need that dead body orgasm, I have your fetish.

Maybe we can devour these dead remains together after we fuck them!

Medical Castration phone sex

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Castration phone sex is not for every one. Only those men who need to have those pathetic useless balls removed! I personally like to add some cock torture to the castration process. Now medical devices are such a help when it comes to removing your testes. Can we talk about hot large sounding bars going into your urethra?

 I am such a fan of these medical instruments that I can use to torture you. I know what you’re thinking. You want to keep your balls and you don’t want your cock to have any pain. Well too bad, too sad. A man like you is not met to have his full ball set. Am I opinionated if I would like to slice your dick off? We can start with some barbed wire and a nice fillet knife. For my personal favorite and nice extra sharp diamond cut scalpel. The process might be a little bloody a whole lot pain. But I’m a sadistic talking deviant bitch who pulls no stops when it comes to castration and medical torture. I really don’t see those balls or that cock having a future. If it was up to me every call would be a medical fetish phone sex opportunity.one where I remove your pathetic useless male organs. Your girl Jezabel has a great need to eat your balls and dick and drink your blood! 

Veganuary Is For Cannibalism

Cannibalism phone sex is what starts a New Year off right. Sweet succulent flesh of Virgins. Really, Virginuary is the new way of Veganuary. I couldn’t come up with a way to alter the January with cannibalistic tastiness but what’s sweeter than innocence?

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I like to consider myself a little like the witch from Hansel and Gretel. The lurer of sweet young things to cook up in my oven. A good serial killer always lives in solitude.
The solitude of the woods is great. I go to the nearest city and find the young runaways.

Sadistic Phone Sex

As a Sadistic phone sex whore, I find the most sweet and innocent ones. Ok, sometimes I just visit the shelter or an orphanage. I like the ones without any smarts. I always have a pervert pdaddy telling me what he is seeking. I find them, of course there’s a fee for this. I bring them back to my cabin in the woods. He will be waiting. We have fun bathing and cleaning the succulent meat. The little brat or brats get tenderized with a good hardcore ass fucking and cunt destroying.
We rub on the extra virgin olive oil and season the meat. Stuff in a few veggies and pop them in the oven. Making out and fucking like maniacs as the smell of that flesh cooks is the best thing ever. We work up a hunger and slice into that sweet ass cheek and cunt. Yummy!

Cannibalism Phone Sex Christmas

cannibalism phone sexI had a cannibalism phone sex meal for Christmas. Jealous? I captured my holiday meal a few weeks ago. I found a young teen girl. Those young girls taste better than veal. Sometimes, the younger girls are the tastiest. That is because they do not have tattoos or body piercings yet. They definitely do not have Botox or anything fake in their bodies like saline bags for tits yet. That is the problem with kidnapping an older woman for a meal nowadays. You are what you eat. I do not want to eat botulism, neuro toxins or plastic, yet most girls over 21 have something like that in their bodies. This girl was all natural. Her natural hair color, the boobs she was born with and nothing injected into her face. She was easy to take too. I snatched her up in a crowded mall and no one came looking for her. Well, they did not come looking for her in my basement. I am sure they looked in the basements of all the registered sex offenders in my community though. There is no evidence of the girl I kidnapped. I am smarter than Jeffrey Dahmer. I do not play with my food either. I took this girl and I fattened her up, so she would be succulent come Christmas. I also seasoned her to perfection. I basted her the day before so her skin would be tender. Seasoning is always the key to a perfect meal. I cooked her for hours. I had to use a huge pan. I put in some mushrooms, carrots and baby potatoes. Just like a pot roast. A very special pot roast fit for a taboo phone sex queen. I had a few friends over to eat. Friends with the same acquired taste for flesh that I have. I sent them home with leftovers in Tupperware containers. I ground the bones up this morning and mixed it into some raw hamburger meat and it fed to the coyotes. I am afraid there is nothing left of that girl. At least nothing left that that will ever be found because when I hunt of a meal, I use all my catch.

Satanic Killer Phone Sex Wedding

Killer phone sex We worship the One true one, Our lord Satan, We fell in love over killer phone sex. I knew our love of murdering helpless young ones and their mothers would have to be included in our wedding. It wasn’t until the ceremony with my beloved that I knew why he asked me to wear white. He says it was because our sadistic love is pure, and we will never conform.

He is my deep and bloodthirsty lover as we said our vows, We promised an enteral love filled with torturing other worthless souls and taking by force the virginity of as many girls and teens as we could. He would bring them to me and we would slaughter them together. I have never heard anything as poetic in all my life. We had the usual, never leaving the toilet seat up and I would cook him homemade cannibalism meals and devote my life to his sadistic cocks pleasures.

Then he called for the tots to be brought up as sacrifice. Mothers tied up screaming for those sweet young offspring! I plunged my knife in small hearts to bind myself to my husband in a satanic ritual. He loved making me happy and after each tyke was killed he would slice the corresponding mothers neck, drenching me with mother and offspring blood! He said I was never prettier as he kissed my face and lips to taste the blood off me. And of course the  Blasphemy sex is out of this world with my new husband. We fucked right there in that open forest for our guest to see how much we enjoy killing and fucking!

I love you you baby! You are my Demon for eternity! 

Blasphemy & Cannibal Murder Phone sex Fantasies

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Here’s a thought for you. Murder phone sex fantasies will bring you, to a complete orgasmic explosion.  

Meat processing centers around the world have limited food and your fellow cunts are less fertile. Malnutrition has made birthing new calfs dangerous! Someone is going to be sacrificed to our Dark Lord soon so we can be blessed!  The process works but only when the grip of the final agony releases the hormones. Since so few people volunteer, certain agents can acquire the supplies they need from the street as long as you sign your life away! We  are not gentle in persuading fathers and mothers to give up offspring to us! 

Once we have your signature we “program” you turning you into a nice docile twat for us only we get the treat! We take in sisters to entertain the ones in power and let each fight out who will be able to live this round! The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved at the same time. One would be food and one would be the one to survive this. I dig the teeth of the saw into the girls necks as they begin to fight! Making a little trickle of blood falling down. That begins a feeding frenzy as the other chic a dee gets put on a pedestal and a big blade goes right into her still beating heart! This is true blasphemy sex! 

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Cannibalism Phone Sex Surprise

Cannibalism Phone Sex

I was asked to make the big holiday dinner for work this year, and I grinned cunningly at those faces around me. “I’ll make a meal to die for.” I chuckled. They thanked me, hypnotized by my charms and unaware that I truly am an agent of Evil itself. I decided I would give these corporate pricks more than they bargained for. I collected little darlings, and for a week I fed them wonderfully. They were spoiled with sweets, and herbs, and spices, and wines to keep them calm. I fed from them, letting my fangs sink into their neck here and there to sample their sweet blood whiskey I was craving more than anything.
The night before, I slaughtered and carved up my little lambs, and marinated those tender steaks. I cooked all day, feverishly. My little innocents got their bones used for stock, and I made a hearty soup from their organs, and some vegetables from my own garden. It was delicious, up until I added the arsenic. Then I let it simmer away, soaking wet and delighted at the feast that awaited my coworker cohorts.
They came, and I served them a delicious, robust meal. I stayed busy refilling decanters and wine glasses. None of them noticed I only picked from certain dishes. They complimented my steak, and asked what it was. I grinned, nonchalantly stroking my cunt under the table in a moment of rest, as I chuckled, “Goat. It’s young goat.” They were in awe. And then, the sickness set in as the apple cyanide custard was a sure hit. Cleaning up that evening, I stacked my bonfire high, cumming in front of the flames as I praised Baphomet.

Cannibalistic Torture

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The knife was whispering across his skin as he begged me not to hurt him. I laughed quietly, knowing that was all that he would know from now on. Running the blade gently, I drew tiny streaks of blood. He would not stop whining, so I dragged the knife down towards his cock. He was uncut, and although I prefer uncircumcised cocks, this one was getting on my nerves. I grabbed a handful of his cock, and slid the knife right through it at the base. He screamed, so I shoved that detached cock right in his open mouth. “Here’s your circumcision, bitch.” I laughed cruelly.

I spent hours skinning him after I cauterized his bleeding little stump. I really love the way his eyes pleaded with me first for release, then for mercy, and then for death. I would give him one of those, and he and I both knew which one it would be. It was a slow death for him, skinning him alive and rubbing sultry, salty seasonings into his flesh. I intended to roast this one; he had good muscle with just enough fat to be absolutely delicious. I know how to slowly roast, to keep them alive for as long as possible as the meat cooks. The fear gives the flesh such a fantastic flavoring, I can’t even begin to describe it. 

I took my time, flayed him good and seasoned him right. He was going to be a delicious treat. I tied his hands behind his back, and bound him tightly to the large, wooden stake. I would be roasting him over open flames! The smoke, of course, was going to fill up the neighborhood. Everyone would wonder what smelled so fucking good; it’s your piggy chief of police honey. Come over and grab a bite!

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