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Paleo Diet leads to castration phone sex

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Before we talk about castration phone sex, let me mention this. My doctor put me on this new Paleo Food Diet. This snuff chick is hangry. I am needing something lacking from my diet. Raw food, the doc explained, will make you so much healthier. Fresh lean meat and some veggies.

So after reading more, I knew exactly what I needed. What is fresher and leaner than the cocks of young men? I was drooling as I set off to do a little “hunting.” Boys are sooo easy.

You were hanging at the library. A real geeky sort. I knew I could easily take you home with me. What could beat the freshness of a high school geek? I bet you were a virgin. Too bad you won’t live long enough to get that first poke into a pussy. You sure aint sampling mine.

To make my story short, like your little cock, let me get to the “point.” You responded to my offer of a ride home and a kiss. I took you straight to my favorite hide-a-way. I’m sure you were expecting something else when I told you how badly I needed your cock. It’s a shame that your talented mind was outwitted by your throbbing fuck stick.

I tied you up, placed your cock on the chopping block. You laughed at first but they quickly tuned to sobs as  you begged me to spare you. Oh, I will let you live. You didn’t need your tiny dicklet anyway. No woman would’ve looked at you twice. Loser. You sure will make a pretty butt buddy for someone though.

Your cock was delicious, BTW. I think I really like this new diet. There is so much variety, just like the doctor said. Mmmmmm, Chinese sounds really good tonight.

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cannibalism phone sexI just found the perfect cannibalism phone sex specimen for us. I knew when I saw her that she fit all of your requirements for fine dining. With her fresh, wholesome looks, plump thighs, perfect rump roast ass, and thighs that would make Colonel Sanders smile, all I could think was Grade A Prime meat.

She would be easy pickings. Her name is Kali. She lives with her violent, drunk daddy. She is so poor and has basically nothing. It would be easy to make her my new friend and gain her trust. Maybe take her to the spa so that our prep work is so much easier. All nice and smooth and hairless. No one would miss her when she disappeared. Her daddy would just think she ran off with some guy.  No one would know that she went out to dinner and never came back. Poor Kali.

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I have some great new recipe ideas for this Kali. Cajun chef, Justin Wilson, who also had a great sense of humor, intrigues me. He’s dead now but he would’ve loved our style. Listen to this:  “Stir the garlic, horseradish, hot pepper sauce, thyme, salt, pepper, Cajun seasoning, olive oil, and malt vinegar together in a bowl until thoroughly blended. Pierce the beef roast all over with a meat fork. Douse with the mixture. Place the roast in a large, resealable plastic bag.”  Mmmmmm, how perfect does that sound? Maybe even shove a link of andouille sausage in those crevices. We can hear her beg while she marinates. Oh, and it gets better.

After we let her marinate for several hours, while drinking a glass of wine and saying our goodbyes, it’s time for your special magic. We’ll sear her on both sides over high heat. Then reduce the heat and let her slow roast until her internal temperature is 145 degrees. By then, her skin has crisped to a golden brown and the drip pan is overflowing with delicious au juice, enhanced with a shot of your “special sauce.”

Hand me a crispy finger, please.  You know it’s my favorite part.  I was thinking that we could use the leftover organs to make some boudin or how about some Kali étouffée for later. I know you hate to waste a single morsel.

Thank you for your sacrifice, little Kali. You fought like a champ but our hunger was stronger.

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Through the Meat Grinder

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Captured by cannibals, I squealed like a pig from fear. Rattling against the cage they had locked me in, I tried with all my might to loosen the door, but it wouldn’t budge. My wrists were in shackles, chained together. I was in a cold, damp basement. Shivering, I cowered as a tall, scary looking man thundered his way up to my cage. Unlocking the door, he dragged me out by the shackles. I kicked and screamed as he took into a colder room with the terrifying sounds from the largest meat grinder I had ever seen in my life. The gears and blades spun at bone crushing speeds that would tear to shreds in an instant. Horrified, I kicked and tried to fight back, giving it everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. He took the chain connected the shackles and hung it on a hook suspended from the ceiling. It was only just low enough that I could barely stand on my tippy toes. Walking over to the controls, he moved some levers, causing the hook to be lifted into the air, taking me right off my feet. The hook repositioned directly over the spinning blades as I frantically tried to swing away from my impending death. Slowly, I was lowered down into the machine, feet first. The pain of my feet being crushed off was overwhelming. Although the grinder could have made mincemeat of me in seconds, he lowered me in slowly, getting off from watching me scream in pain as I felt bits of my bone and flesh being torn off from my body. I lost consciousness right before I died of blood loss and shock. Damn, he better have made one fucking good burger out of me.

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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?

 

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Your snuff sex fantasies are about to fucking come true. My filthy deviant needs are to take what you hold fucking dear and you use it to your advantage all the fucking time. Your love of acting out the teen rape porn fantasies have you reaching new levels of depraved wicked sickness. Let me assist and offer you up the castration phone sex you damn well KNOW you need. Hell why don’t I hack that fucking ego of a cock off and feed it to you with my special way of preparing it in cannibalism phone sex.

As you bleed out and fall into shock I will fry your cock up with avocado oil, garlic, some herbs de provence herbs and get it nice and tender with a squeeze of your ball sack and some lemon to really make it a fine delicacy. The evil I have lurking inside me smiles as I cut into the tender meat of your dick with my fork I feed you your own tasty penis bite by delicate bite. You will eat, and to wash it down I will stand over you with a dental device to hold your mouth open as you sway between consciousness and unconsciousness I will piss down your pathetic loser throat laughing my evil laugh. You won’t live so don’t even worry. 

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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Succulent Flesh Pie

He had a distinct desire and the normal way I get used and destroyed just wasn’t up to snuff for him as he had a different kind of hunger for cannibalism phone sex. The idea of sweet succulent pink clits and circles of nipple flesh severed from small virginal bodies was the only way he was going to quench his hunger. I accompanied him on a kidnapping phone sex spree where we took various young prey back to an abandoned asylum and used the equipment and clinical tables for our genital mutilations and nipple severing needs. An old rusty scalpel to start the incision I was forced to watch and collect the pieces of vagina as my owner sliced away. As the collection grew and the virginal prey bled out I was to sautee the vaginal meat in some oil with some white wine and oregano. Once we had about 24 vaginas and 48 nipples I prepared the crust for our meat pies. I was going to be forced to eat one of them also as he watched me devour my pussy meat pie he played ass rape porn and analy fucked me and as he was ready to cum took a big bite of virgin flesh and exploded as the succulent meat juices poured down his gullet.

 

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Accomplice Phone Sex w/ Evil Goddess Gray

Your Evil Goddess of accomplice phone sex loves when you grovel at my feet begging for my attention. You beg me to use you and your petty little mind fails to understand that you will NOT survive my attention. As a sadistic phone sex seductress it is imperative that I get off on the torment of useless men.

Feeling sorry for your pathetic ass I decided to be humored by your presence and demanded that you undress for me. I needed to see if you were worthy in other ways… unfortunately, you are not. I barely was able to contain myself in my laughter when I saw that your fucking male member was as useless as you and immediately took a butcher knife to it. Your horror and shock turned me on so fucking much but not nearly as much as your screams and the blood. Oh the Blood! I was ecstatic in how fucking much a lacerated penis can bleed and lapped up that deep red sustenance that fuels my need to fuck.

Sadly, you bleed out and lose consciousness as I tried to force you to watch as my big beastly monster with a massive 16″ cock is fucking my cunt into pure ecstasy. My beast eats severed cocks like a delicacy as it truly is a total aphrodisiac for him, and in turn I get the kind of fucking I need to fuel my evil ways. His demon seed pours inside of me empowering me with it’s magical essence, it is my addiction.

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Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSnuff sex? It’s too final for me.  I mean snuff equals death, right?  He said we were just simulating a snuff scenario. I didn’t have a choice. He is a man. Men are always in control, at least with me. I’m just a blonde bimbo, right? I’m not good for anything but fucking, sucking and abusing. When I arrived, I was ordered to disrobe. It was time for a naked inspection. Him and his friends inspected me for body hair and cleanliness. I had very specific orders on how I was to appear before arrival. Clean, shaved and sans any make up, perfume or jewelry. Once I passed inspection, I was escorted to the basement with several other women. Someone was cooking something. I could smell the aroma. Sweet with herbs. It was hard to imagine we were being served dinner. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we all gasped when we realized we were going to be dinner. Big caldrons of water hanging over open flames with girls already cooking. Have you ever smelled cooking flesh? Apples were placed in our mouths. A masked man rubbed us down with a butter and olive oil mixture. Another man sprinkled herbs on us. I sat there scared knowing I was simply waiting my turn to be cooked to death. I felt a strange mix of fear and satisfaction. If going to die, at least I knew I would make a satisfying meal. What are your cannibalism phone sex fantasies?

Final day of Gluttony, a fat burger for the fat ass

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Continued

Last time we talked, I had just told you about our first week of the 7 deadly sins. We started with gluttony and a giant fat woman. My current man has a fetish for mutilation and snuff sex.

I don’t think she knew she was eating her own fat, or that he had even cut it off of her. The fat bitch even started to enjoy it. My new guy made a burger covered with all kinds of stuff and covered it with her blood. She was so out of it she ate it like any other burger.

He started to cut her up the middle and laid out each piece still attached to her back. Once he was done nothing was left of her front, the fat was all splayed out around her. You could see her ribs, her abdomen, even her pussy with all the fat removed. She wasn’t responding to him slapping her due to blood loss so he gave her a shot of adrenaline and she came to. He set up and mirror to show her how her fat was removed and she started to scream again but she could barely get any sound out, she was starting to die. He looked her in the eyes and said I’m going to fuck your slimmed down pussy while you die you bitch and tears started rolling down her face. He laughed and took his pants down and said “Fat ass, your crying only got me nice and hard.” And a maniacal laugh followed. He fucked her for several hours even after she died. When I didn’t think he could fuck anymore, he cut off a piece of the fat and sat down next to me. He handed me the piece of fat and said hold this around my cock, and he came again and again. We left with her dead and fat starting to rot all around her. Rigor had set in and it was funny to see her huge fat legs spread out all on their own from him fucking her.

Guess we are onto a new sin next week, this one is done dead. Let’s see what will be next….

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