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The Worms Crawl In……

evil phonesex angieI love Halloween. I can be evil and demented and people, especially the little ones think it is all fake and just a good trick. I always have the scariest shit in my yard for my little visitors. They always ask how I make it look so real and my answer every year is “How do you know it isn’t real?” They laugh and walk away and my cunt gets wetter as the night goes on, This year I have been preparing for the biggest, nastiest, thrill yet. He has been in my basement for going on a month now. I started by cutting his flesh and allowing the wound to fester. With the open sore becoming more infected by the day I finally added my little minions, a handful of flesh eating maggots. It didn’t take long for them to devour the rotting flesh of the wound and begin to move up the leg to fresh, delicious, tasty flesh. It’s OK I never waist food I could eat myself. He was a homeless bum from tent city by the tracks. An alcoholic that came willingly with me for the cheap booze I bought him. I never eat anything but healthy flesh. He is perfect however for my Halloween decorations. When he begins to moan I simply give him more cheap booze and he gets drunk and passes out while my little maggots do their job. My cunt has enjoyed many good orgasms as I have watched the maggots devour his flesh. By the time Halloween rolls around more then half his leg will be crawling maggots and bone. I will drug him so he looks like a prop and I will lay him in the yard by the front gate. Everyone that comes to my door will have to pass him. They will stop and stare and be amazed that I did it again. The worms crawl in…the worms crawl out and by the time I am done they will be through his stomach and out his mouth…..sinful perfection!evil phonesex maggots

Fucking Monsters

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At some point in your life you were afraid of monsters, or still are.. 

I have a new fear..

He is a monster.

With the new viruses going around master made me get sick. 

He works in the morgue at the hospital in town, which means he has access to all the viruses that normally kill people. 

What ever he gave me made me sick, very sick. 

The combination of viruses has turned my body into a living corps.

I can’t stop him from moving me, I can not squirm away from his touch.

I can’t move but  I can feel every ounce of pain…

He can bend and mold my body to anything he wants as he fucks me.

Tonight he had his spiked cock sleeve on and he slammed it into my ass

I could feel each spike digging into my asshole and ripping it apart as he pushed back and forth into my body..

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I can’t scream..

I can’t even cry..

What has he done to me…

What is he doing to me?

Finally he pulled his bloody cock out and come around to my face and sticks his bloody cock that has pieces of my skin hanging off of it into my mouth. 

I suddenly get this urge for more..

More blood.

More flesh. 

I start to bite down, but I can’t feel my jaw close.. 

What ever is happening to my body I have turned into a monster just like him… but I have a thirst for blood now… 

Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

cannibalism phone sex big tits milfThese girls from the gym that I do Zumba with invited me to a bonfire one of them was having out at her family’s farm. They said bring a friend, but female as it was a girls night. We were gonna get drunk, smoke weed and just have fun. Sounded great to me. I grabbed my BFF, got in the jeep and we headed to rural Kentucky. We joked a bit on the way that it seemed like we were driving through the area in one of those Wrong Turn movies. We got there and the girls were naked and dancing around the bonfire. I told my BFF, they just witches wannabes and we giggled. When in Rome, right? We took off our clothes started dancing around the bonfire with them drinking moonshine.

Next thing I know, my BFF and I are bound, gagged and tied to a stake. That moonshine  I guess was spiked. I thought is this a joke? Then the girls swarmed around us like bees on honey. They started calling us bitches and stupid cunts. One girl tried to claim I stole her boyfriend a few years ago. Really? A few years ago, not last week? Get  over it. My smart ass comments didn’t go over well with the Witches of Eastwick and I got slapped hard and an apple shoved in my mouth to shut me up. I still thought this was some sort of payback and would be over soon, but then they were dousing us in some buttery sweet smelling liquid. Did I smell pineapple? They appeared to be seasoning us. WTF? My friend looked scared; I was still in this is a joke mode. But, one of them said we were not only the guests of honor, but we were the main course.

They moved us over the bonfire. We were stacked on top of each other. The flames were so hot. We were literally melting. The main witch just kept turning us around and around and poking at our flesh. I could feel my skin frying, getting crispy. The pain was awful. We were like pigs at a luau. We would be dead soon. Dinner for the Witches of Eastwick. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Burnt flesh? It’s nauseating. These crazed bitches were continuing to dance around the bonfire , watching us cook to death. Getting off on the smell of our flesh. We were helpless, powerless, almost cooked to death. That’s when I heard the evil ring leader sing, “Cassandra roasting over and open flame….” But this wasn’t a joke. I was dinner. I was nothing more than a side of beef.

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All Hallows Eve Is Approaching

snuff phonesex angieFor me it is a tradition to hunt the finest meat I can find for the feast I host on All Hallows Eve each year. I have a huge spit in the yard. My friends and I gather and season the flesh, before we put her plump ass on the spit. We take turns turning the spit insure even cooking and crisp brown skin. I love to decorate the area with all my jars of body parts. Placing them on glass tables with candles burning underneath to light the jars with a faint glow. Everyone brings a sweet victim that we play with and torture, Playing games like who can skin a body fastest. All of us enjoying the screams of terror. I have some special treats in store for my friends this year, Some things we have never done before. I bought an old claw tub at an antique shop yesterday to set out in the yard and I am collecting young girls for the occasion. By the time All Hallows Eve arrives I hope to have at least twenty of them, if not more. I am going to put about two inches of water in the bottom of the tub and super glue a curling iron into their tight little cunts one at a time, plugging it in and watching them writhe in pain until they either pass out or become catatonic. They are going to be the lucky ones. The rest of them are going to be my grand finale. A fireworks display like no other! Yes my human fire works, they will be bound and hung upside down in the trees. Legs spread wide. I will then fill them up with gas and insert as many tampons as I can shove in their cunts twisting the strings together to form a wick. Everyone will light one at the same time and we will watch them explode. I have already done a test run and it was phenomenal. Pieces of flesh flying into the air leaving only the hips and legs hanging from the tree as the rest of the body bursts into flames and explodes. The sensation of watching my carnage is electrifying. It is sure to make for an orgasmic experience for all in attendance. I have no doubt that there will not be a soft cock or dry pussy in the party. Of course I will film the entire evening and present each of my guests with a CD of the evenings events for them to enjoy over and over again at their leisure. No one will soon forget this years festivities. My plans will insure that I have out done myself this year and this party will go down in the record books as one to remember!snuff phonesex bondage

Kidnapping Phone Sex: A Yummy Treat

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It wasn’t planned, but it’s always planned!  It should always be planned…I think.  But, I saw her: she was perfect.  Her breasts were real; she was thick in all of the right places; and she was tender (I could sense it!).  It was early morning, and she was just running to her favorite coffee shop, I think.  I needed help.  I called my best friend, who was still sleepy.  But, once I described her…he knew.  He was coming.  Now, all that I needed to do was keep track of her.

She was easy to watch: her hips bouncing, almost, to the beat of this flavor-ful drum that I had in my mind.  It wasn’t jiggly, but it wasn’t too firm.  I thought of someone special when I saw it…I will only say that his name begins with “R.”  He would have loved just watching her move.  But, I was keeping an eye on her while I waited; and, this wasn’t a chore at all.

She was still sleepy-eyed and this was the best.  Maybe she had stayed up late, talking to her girlfriends.  Maybe she was hung-over.  I really didn’t care; but, I would find out later…just because I like to know things, especially lately.  Anyway, she talked to these fake blondes and this guy that was cute (but definitely a steroid-user).  I liked watching them, though; it was like a few dolls that weren’t quite real (but think that they are human).

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They all, of course, fanned out.  They had other “important” things to do.  “My chick” (and I like calling her that) was walking back to her downtown apartment.  She didn’t even sense or see it: I had put a stick in front of the alleyway.  I helped her up…and then pulled her in.  It’s one of of those gorgeous moves during the daylight; everyone’s either too tired or busy to care.  And, there she was with me.  But, my chloroform worked and she slid nicely into her space behind the back of the SUV.

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At home, she was so beautiful.  I really have never seen someone so sweetly tied to a chair.  It wasn’t her body; it was her pose.  She knew, just like a deer who had been captured and knew it was going to be gutted.  I had to take pictures.  I am quite obsessive with photographs, really.  And, threw the lens, I kept capturing the moments of her struggle…and then her calm.  And, my friend had appeared, just as I knew that he would.  He was there.  He admired her flesh, her robust flavor (because there was a little bit of blood that had spilled underneath the rope that tied her wrists to the chair).  He was happy; I could tell not from a smile, but from the glow that spread across his lips.  He was hankering for her…he already imagined her in olive oil and spices.  I knew that the night was just beginning.  And, I had this very nice recipe for a pussy-in-an-oyster.

Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: A Real Bloody Mary

cannabalism phone sex torture bloodyCannibalism phone sex is a real fetish. And it is a lifestyle for some. Some people just have a special appetite, require a unique diet. One of my Master’s has such an appetite. Today, while I was in his dungeon being tortured, he had a pretty young thing that he had kidnapped for his wife. Master made me watch as he snuffed her out. She laid there on a cold slab, tied down, begging for her life. Master enjoyed watching her beg and plead for survival. Then, with no warning, he slit her throat and watched with joy as the blood gushed out of her neck, bringing her to her death. Master’s wife, drank her blood as it ran from her neck. I was watching in horror, afraid I would be next. I was fleshier than that waif of a girl, and could imagine my body would provide more sustenance for him and his wife.

But this was not about nourishment; it was about teaching me. Teaching me to enjoy flesh. Master dissected that young girl like a butcher cuts up a cow for parts. Master was meticulous in how he filleted her flesh. He made me watch every horrifying cut. He carved her flesh off her bones and put it in a big bowling pot. Flesh stew he called it. Then, the most awful thing I have ever witnessed befell my eyes. He cut out all her organs: heart, brain, kidneys, liver, intestines, lungs… He threw them in a blender and hit puree, making an internal organ smoothie, which he claimed was oh so yummy. He made stew with her flesh and smoothies with her organs. I was mortified and scared.cannibalism phone sex big tits milf

Master poured that  bloody concoction into a big glass, and even put a straw and a stalk of celery in it like it was a fucking Bloody Mary. I thought he and his wife were gonna drink it, but it was meant for me. Master wanted me to taste creamed organs as he called it; not only a delicacy but supposedly a very iron and nutrient rich drink. Master’s wife, who was covered in blood and munching on chunks of flesh, took the ball gag out of my mouth, while he held my head back and forced my mouth open. His wife poured that bloody smoothie down my throat and so I couldn’t spit it out, she put the ball gag back in my mouth. I felt  guilty. Not guilty because I was alive and she wasn’t. Not guilty because I was now a cannibal like Master and his wife. But guilty because I liked it.

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The holidays are always a wonderful time for kidnapping!  I took cues from a friend and got a group to stake out one of the old country roads around here.  We had our great binoculars and were lying in wait for that one perfect meal…that one chubby girl who was going to unexpectedly have car trouble (courtesy of us).  I was on the spying team; and, I knew it was her as soon as I saw the car.  It was new; she had to be Daddy’s little girl; yep, not a scratch on the paint.  And, there she was, listening to her booming music; our good fortune was already evident…she wasn’t on her cell phone.  I radioed up the road; and, they threw down spikes. 

I was eager to see if it worked; so, I ran up the street and the girl was in shock.  Certainly, she’d never had a flat tire; they didn’t exist in her world.  After being paralyzed, she got out of the car and looked around it until she found the source of the problem.  She could see me as I neared her; and, she looked relieved.  Of course, my sole reason must be to help her!  I had to laugh at her…  She started asking me for help; and, I told her that I actually was stranded, too.  She was happy to have someone to bitch to…but unclear why I wasn’t sent there to be her savior. 

I told her to hand me her phone, that I’d call someone.  She happily obliged, glad that I was finally taking responsibility for her situation.  Then, my three friends emerged from the trees and brush; it was quite easy to subdue her.  I turned off the GPS on her phone; I decided to dispose of it later…I wanted to look through her pictures as she cooked and maybe ask questions.

At home, we were able to set her up in the oven (it was too hot to cook outdoors); and, I began talking with her about the pictures on her phone, her major in college, how she hated her sister (because the sister “got everything she wanted!”).  It was humorous; and, I felt cheated when one of my friends came up to her and sliced off her arm.  I asked what he was doing, to which he replied that he was making Bloody Mary drinks.  He winked and said, “The legit kind.”  I looked back at the girl; she was already dead from smoke inhalation; I looked at her driver’s license; her name was Martha, not Mary.  I shrugged; well, the name was close enough; and, I wondered how she would taste with vodka.

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Snuff Phone Sex Finale

bloody phonesex karmaI was running out of places to dispose of my victims. A cunt warming dilemma that was fun to figure out. How was I going to dispose of the body I had at home just sitting in the tub? Such a wickedly evil thing to think about while roaming the streets with a wet cunt. Thinking about her laying in her blood in ice. And then I walked by the soup kitchen. Perfect. I am going to share my victim with others. rushing home to butcher and package her I would deliver fresh meat to the soup kitchen. What a delightfully wicked solution. All those homeless people eagerly enjoying fresh flesh. Marveling at the taste and tenderness of it. It is the perfect way to dispose of her. I would even help cook and serve them. That evening I delivered the “gift” and offered my services. I could not stop cumming while we cooked her. And when I served her and heard all the comments about how good she was. I kept cumming. In fact some of them wanted seconds. They said it was the best meal they had in a long time. This would go down in the record books as the best way to dispose of a body and the biggest turn on ever. I went home and fucked my cunt until the early morning light thinking about it, knowing I would do this again soon. bloody phonesex2

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How to Dispose of a Useless Carcass

knife play phone sex bloody bitchLast night some of my evil bitch friends and I were sitting around the fire pit drinking moonshine and talking about how we dispose of useless carcasses. I have a million ways to dispose of a body, but my favorite is what I call the “Joachim Kroll.” See, he is my idol of sorts. A German born serial killer who kidnapped and tortured wee ones and adults alike in the 60s and 70s. In 1976 when he was caught, the police discovered girl parts cut up: some parts were in the fridge, a hand was cooking in a pan of boiling water and the intestines were found stuck in the waste-pipe. He was fond of knives just like me. But the major difference is, I’m not silly enough to get caught and I do not kill for sexual arousal, although it does get me off. I kill for pleasure and sport. Brings me joy to hunt and kill a stupid cunt or a cheating bastard or an annoying fuck or a whiny ass brat. I’m an equal opportunity sadistic bitch.

My latest victim was this blonde whore who called me a freak at the mall. I’d rather look like I do than some blonde bimbo plastic Barbie doll. At least I am unique. Well, I followed her for days, lurking in the shadows, learning her routine, her habits, her patterns. She was a stupid cunt who hid her house key in her mailbox. How original. She deserved to die for stupidity. So one night when she was whoring around, I let myself in her place and waited for her drunk ass to come home. She was not even a challenge. She came home, tripped over some ugly ass way too expensive designer shoes on the floor, landed face down on her hardwood floor. Passed out without the pleasure of seeing me and my little friend waiting for her. Well, I was not going to waste precious time taunting this one. I just plunged my big ass knife in her back, then took it out and sliced her throat. She made some gurgling sounds then bled out on her floor. So I was left with a carcass to dispose of. I had no ties to this bimbo bitch, so no reason to suspect me. Regardless, I am still careful and have my methods. I used a big meat cleaver to start cutting limbs off. Then I cut those limbs into smaller parts, and then I dissected the torso. I had brought my plastic disposable waste bags lol. I started putting parts in bags and tying them up. I dumped them in my  trunk and disposed of body parts all over the country and city roads. Dropped some in the river, some down sewers, a few I threw in the forest… I brought the head, fingers and part of the torso home. The key is not leaving any parts with fingerprints or teeth out and about for the police to identify. Small parts decompose much faster also, or get swallowed up by the wildlife. The police may find a stray part here and there, but they never find them all, and never find any part that is identifiable.

At home I am a Hannahaball Lector of sorts. I have an industrial meat grinder in my dungeon. I throw the parts I bring home in there, grind it up fine and make a stew. A stew I often serve to guests I don’t like much. I take sadistic pleasure in watching some cunt or bastard sipping on my tomato bisque soup and wondering what my special ingredient is. My special sauce will always be revenge.

If you need assistance disposing a body, let me help. Or better yet, let me help you snuff a whore out. Life is too short to be surrounded by useless and annoying people. Don’t you agree?

Sadistic Phone Sex: Jack in the Box

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One of friend’s girlfriend’s birthdays was this weekend. So, I decided to do something different to shock the hell out of her. I knew that she hates being scared with a passion…and she also hates clowns! So, all of us got together and bought all the Jack in the Box toys that we could find. Then, her boyfriend, Jason, wired them to be sensitive to movement. It’s great to have clever and mechanically-minded friends! We didn’t have to put up surveillance cameras to see her reaction because, unbeknownst to his girlfriend, Jason had already installed them because he got off on spying on her.

She vanilla and didn’t know about the unusual delights that Jason and I enjoyed. So, he decided the best way to tell her would be to show her…and scare the shit out of her while doing so. Jason had just stalked and killed a really lovely plump piece of prey; in fact, she looked a lot like Jason’s girlfriend now that I think about it. And, we had feasted on her for the last few days; it was a gift to me since I had been sick.  We took little pieces…like the ears, a few fingers, and bloody jewelry…and placed it on top of the clown that jumped out of the box; that way, when it popped open, she wouldn’t be able to avoid the gruesome sight. 

We boarded up the house and sat in the attic, enjoying the show.  As expected, she nearly jumped out of her skin.  And, the first body part that she found was an eyeball that was still attached to the socket.  By the time that she had opened nearly all of the toys and seen Jason’s handiwork, we went downstairs; she was crouched in the middle of the floor, sobbing and sitting in her own vomit.  Jason picked her up and tied her to the chair.  He retrieved a portion of our feast from his fridge; and he gave her a rather nice slice that make my mouth water.  She refused to open her mouth until he clenched her nose between his fingers.  He forced the meat down her throat and he smiled, “Now you’re one of us.  Whether you like it or not.”  She didn’t last much longer that weekend because we started carving her flesh and couldn’t stop; it was pity for Jason, but she did taste delicious. 

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