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 Porn Cannibal
Snuff 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.
She 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….
Meeting The Neighborhood Cannibal
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?
Snuff Sex
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.
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.
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.
Snuff Sex Dinner
Snuff 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
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….
Cannibalism phone sex
Me and my master have discovered the perfect girls that we have taken while they were sleeping tucked away in their beds. They were having a sleep over and we decided to take them for our game. My master was very hungry and needed to fulfill his appetite. When we got home I chained the girls up and prepped out area.
I got a big pan ready, and stick big enough for a hog, and a huge bowl. I cut up potatoes and tossed them into the boil to boil. I made a glaze from my masters jizz mixed with cranberries and some other secret ingredients. I went over to the little blond one and spread her thighs open asking my master to rupture her cherry so that her juices would flow out of her.
He stuck his cock into her and even pumped her full of his cum. I continued to stuff her with fruits and veggies. I tossed her on the pan and shoved her into our custom made oven that was huge. We watched her turn crispy brown. The other girl that had pretty brown hair was a lot more plump. Perfect to get fucked up the ass with.
I jousted the pole right into her splitting her open and put her over a fire to roast. I continued to jerk masters cock all over her coating her in his sticky glaze. I basted her body with butter. The other blond one was so scared she couldn’t stop crying that she was already seasoning her body with her salty tears. I let me master fuck her in all her holes.
He tore them open making blood gush down her legs. I threw her into the pot to hear her body crack and scream as we build and cooked each girl alive.
Cannibalism phone sex over spring break!
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.