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Happy Bloody Father’s Day

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Since it’s Father’s Day, I visited my grandfather in the nursing home. His glazed eyes stared in the distance, but his mind was as sharp as it always had been. When I asked about the women waving to me, he said it was his girlfriend. She looked just a like a little grandma, so sweet and unassuming, as she played cards with some of the other women. He sensed my confusion and said, “Now, honey, you of all people should know that things are not always as they seem.” Granddaddy leaned down to me and whispered, “We’re in love. And, she’s one of us.” I was in disbelief; how could this Betty-Crocker-looking grandma be a suitable partner for the man that I fashioned my evil side from?

He reached into his pocket and produced a pinky; it was grey but he had carried it around for a while. My granddaddy didn’t usually keep trophies, so I was curious. He said, “See this—she did this for me when we had our first kill together.” To my delightful surprise, I found that age and blindness hadn’t withered his evil spirit. He said that they would go on outings at night in order to find little ones and girls to torture. I knew his favorite were the plump athletic ones; and, I was happy that some things hadn’t changed.

The woman had a friend who owned a pizza place, so sometimes they’d go back there and create feasts out of their victims. According to him, she had never done anything like this before, but she was a natural. “Loves the little ones,” he chuckled. “And, you know that’s just fine with me. She can steal a brat in pure daylight, take out its heart and eat it, and people just smile at her with blood dripping from her chin.” I looked over at the woman with a missing pinky. What a perfect ruse, really: an old blind man and a grandma. He leaned down and whispered, “We’re planning on going on a road-trip.” I knew that meant that he would find a way to let me know which killings were his as they traveled. I kissed his cheek and left. For the rest of the day, any time I looked at an old lady, I wondered what kind of evil lurked beneath the surface.

Teenage Head

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Teen phone sex with a mortician is quite different than anything you’ve ever experienced… My wicked impulses and bloody appetite are unlike anything you’ve ever seen—and too cruel to even depict in films, which wouldn’t do the thrill justice.

I’ve been a little swamped with work lately, and that’s fine because I love my work. However, fixing bodies for their loved ones is not what enough to satiate my darkness. Sensing this, one of my friends asked me to come over; and, though I politely said “No,” he persisted. When I arrived, he had a young girl strapped to a chair, gagged with a handkerchief. He looked at me and watched as a smile spread across my cherry red lips.

I wondered how he had found someone so young, and he told me that he had put out a couple of advertisements for a babysitter, which was a perfect ruse. He had selected this one because he believed that she would appeal to me and because (he confessed) she had big tits. I rolled my eyes, but I was pleased with his selection.
We spent the entire night torturing the teen; my friend, poking large holes in her nipples and ripping the tissue off. Then I stabbed the pink tissue, watching the blood gush. He tore off her pants and panties, too; her eyes widened, thinking we were going to indulge our rape fantasies. And, we were, just not the way she thought.

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I grabbed a machete and began cutting through her neck, that tender skin. How beautiful it was to watch the grey color wash over her face as she breathed her last laborious breath! I continued to carve the head, take slivers of the brain for some soup that I planned to make. And this left my friend to her torso, which he straddled and began fucking. As he was about to cum, he placed his fingers inside the gaping hole where her head used to be; I watched his ass cheeks clinch as he came in the corpse. How silly, I thought; I much preferred not to play with my food. He began looking at the head; after I carved her up really good, I’d let him have it…I knew he wanted to put his dick in her sweet teenage mouth. After all, he had planned to do this in order to cheer me up—and it had worked!

Royal Sadists Meet for Dinner

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One of my oldest friends and mentors was visiting for the weekend. He tossed his luggage into the guest room without even entering it. He said, “Let’s go eat.” I began to move toward the kitchen; but, he reprimanded me, shaking his finger in my face, “No, no. We must hunt it, first.”

His evil grin sent chills through my body. I had almost forgotten about his predilection for human flesh. As if he could read my mind, he added, “Of course, my dear, you may torture it first.”

And, nearly as soon as we sat down on a park bench nearly adjacent to my house, here she came: our dinner. She was leisurely walking, and my mentor waved her down. His idle chit-chat evaporated from my mind as I examined her tone shoulders and sleek physique. But, then, I saw what drew my mentor to her: her ass. Plump, succulent, yet still muscular. He always did love asses, and it was comforting that some things never change.

I vaguely remember hearing words like, “my daughter” and “dinner”; I don’t know why I was surprised when she followed us back to the house. After all, it would be silly that my mentor could have lost his magical touch; in fact, I looked at his aging beard and thought that the exact contrary was true.

We enjoyed a glass of wine together as our guest became foggy, tentatively grabbing her head and finally following off her chair. I wish he hadn’t done that; I like them to be awake when I play with them. But, he helped hoist her into my torture chair, I had a better idea. I dropped her body and walked briskly to get the largest metal pan that I had. Of course, I had planned to use it for something like this—but now was the perfect occasion.

We placed her in the pan and I began prodding her. Whatever he had given her was strong. He pilfered through my spice rack and kitchen while I used a pitch fork to open up a few wounds. “I usually like different parts in different spices, cooked separately; but I think I’d like to make an exception given your beautiful set-up here, darling,” he whispered over my shoulder. I beamed with pride and returned to slicing her stomach open to put some of his spices. She yelled in pain, and I was happy that she was awake. I didn’t want her to miss the fun.

He told me which organs to remove, such as the intestines; I followed his instructions, enjoying her screams and gushing blood. I was sad to hear her cries stifle and die. He had already turned on the large oven that I had installed mainly just for him (and a few other friends). We lifted her up and slid her in. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the room and my mentor inhaled as if it were the sweetest aroma that he’d ever encountered. We took her out of the oven a few times; mainly, he was trying to help me satisfy my lust for blood. I’d slice into her, sauté her, tenderizing our dinner.

Dinner, indeed, was magnificent. We laughed, reminisced, drank more wine, and planned the evening’s agenda. “My darling, Victor Hugo’s last words were, ‘I see a dark light.’ Shall we go out and claim it for ourselves, my darling queen Jezabel?” He extended his hand and off we went into the night.

Backyard BBQ, Lydia Style

Cannibalism phone sexI love the taste of Barbeque.  Especially when the meat is extra tender and juicy.  Of course everything I do is always utterly sadistic.  Lucky for me, Daddy Shawn has the same deviant desires I do.  His sadistic needs match my own and together we carve an unholy trail of terror!

I invited one of my friends from school over.  Jules was always a fan of eating.  I told her we were having a Backyard BBQ.  She just about creamed herself thinking of all the yummy eats.  I invited her and her family over.  They were happy to get out of the house and practically ran into our trap!  I took Jules upstairs and distracted her while Daddy Shawn took out Mom and Dad.

While me and Jules hung out in my bedroom, Daddy Shawn was taking his time separating the parents from their bones.  Not long after I could smell the grill firing up.  I took Jules by the hand and led her downstairs to the slaughter room.  I told her we slaughtered all our own meat.  I even let her taste the BBQ sauce while she looked at all the fresh cutlets of meat lying on the table.  Daddy came in and walked up behind her.  She couldn’t see that he was wearing his favorite slaughter mask.  While she was licking the BBQ sauce off her fingers I told her our dark secret.  I told her that we did not consume commercial meats.  We only dealt in exotic and specialty meats.  Finally I told her that we were Cannibals.  That the meat in front of her wasn’t just meat, it was people.  I pointed at the heart to the left  and explained to her though she wasn’t able to recognize it, that was her Mom’s no longer beating heart lying in front of her.  Daddy Shawn put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in to see the wide eyed stare of disbelief and breath in the smell of fear.

Burn Baby Burn

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I’m a growing teenage girl. I get hungry. And  . . . occasionally I’m in the mood for some protein. But I like my meat served up with a side of terrified shrieks. Oh, did I mention I eat it rare? Yeah. There’s nothing better than taking a big old bite while your meal is still fresh . . . and alive. The other day, I really fucked up the Chink whore who pissed her little panties about my internet bandwidth. Turns out, she had the nerve to report me for “taking up too much of the space” on our block. WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID CHINK. You wanna fuck with Bianca, huh? You wanna piece of her?? Well, lucky for Little Miss Geisha, I had a space for her. Right inside my intestinal track, where she could be drowned in putrid acid and gushed out like the trashy, useless shit she is. But I’m the type of gal that’s picky about her loin cuts. I wont just take any old slab of fat. So when I dragged her by the hair off her back porch, and flung her down into the fire pit, I decided to inspect the slantey-eyed twit with the bottom of my foot. And I smacked and beat that bitch with the blunt force of my heel until rich, appetizing blood was gushing out of her eyeballs and the squinty-eyed banana was bawling like a baby. More fun with feet? Yeah, you like that chink . . . . well I’m not much a chef. Never have been. But It’s amazing how cooperative a stupid slut can be after a little adjustment. I shoved her own toes down her throat until the melody of blood gurgling played as I heard her choking on it. Even better since her toenails are a little longer, and they sliced into the flesh of her esophogaus as she choked on her own severed meatcuts. To prepare her for cooking, I pinned the rice-eating Oriental down, making sure to dig the sharp meathooks into her Achilles heels, severing the tendons so the doomed fucker couldn’t run away. The retarded little twats try that sometimes. They think it’ll work. But it just makes me angrier. Good thing I’ve got a good aim. When she tried to limp away on her knees, the muscle sinewy tugging against the meathooks as she mewed like a kitten, all it took was one huge WHACK! of my baseball bat to the side of her head, and that little whore went down. I took my axe then, the one with the rusted blade coated in gasoline, and I hacked off the skank’s tits. Yummy. Such a beautiful bubbling of fat when the heat reaches the right temperature. Nothing I love more than a good appetizer. But I had to cook it right. I dropped a lit match right over the gook’s tits and they burst into flames, fire licking in a burst of pain along the gasoline leaking into her bloodstream. Not sure if if that part was gonna be edible, but uh . . .  I had to work quick, ‘cus see . . . I like to roast my catch alive. Bianca’s got high standards for her food, and fucking her prey up first? Locks in the flavor of abject suffering.

I Have A Thin Mint Connection

 

torture phonesex thinmintI have been so fucking sick of these damned girl scouts and their fucking cookies. When a group of them approached me yesterday on the side walk I decided it was time to bake some real girl scout cookies. I mean what is a girl scout cookie with out the main ingredient, girl scouts?
So I smiled sweetly and told them I would love to, and then I invited them to camp out with me last night. I bought a box of thin mints and set up our meeting for camping out.
I went straight to the store to get all the ingredients for cookies, save one which would arrive later….and headed back to camp to get ready.
They showed up right on time. I told them we were going to make some special tea made of the herbs in the woods. They were delighted it seems that they are trying to earn their camping merit badge tonight and the tea could help them with their forage foods badge too.torture phonesex girlscout
Ha the only badge they are earning tonight is their cooking merit badge but they will never collect it!
The tea worked perfectly, they were high and laughing and eager to strip when I suggested it.
We mixed the cookie batter, they were mixing their own doom and the excitement of it all made me cum all down my leg. In their innocents they thought I had peed and got a laugh.
The laughter soon turned to screams as I began skinning them to get their flesh for the cookies.
I skinned each inner thigh, not a huge area, just big enough to get a chunk of meat out of each one. I wanted them alive and watching as I made the girl scout cookies.
It was orgasmic listening to them scream and cry in pain watching me grind their flesh and add it to the cookies. They cried the whole time they were baking, increasing my arousal.
And then I untied them and told them we were going to have milk and cookies.
For their bed time story, I put on my strap on and fucked each of them. Irritating their wounds, making them scream, getting the blood from their inner thighs on my hips, lubricating my thrusts until I was cumming hard over and over. Tying them up again, all I could think of was how many batches of cookies I could make keeping them alive.
This morning I feasted on the left over cookies for breakfast and have been helping them earn merit badges all day in my own way.torture phonesex karma

The Walking Dead

torture phonesex angieRipping the flesh from the bones of the living as the blood runs down their faces and chunks of flesh are devoured before my eyes. My cunt pulsates in time to the chewing motion of their decaying and decrepit mouths. What I wouldn’t give for a world full of disease infested walking corpses to be wondering the planet. The thought of the carnage and mass hysteria makes my cunt crave the thrill of my twisted and demented orgasms. I know I would keep a few of these undead as pets in my basement and relish the pleasure of fucking my cunt while watching them feast on victims that I brought to them. I would torture my victims just out of reach of my pets watching them become more and more agitated with every scream as they pull at their chains in an effort to reach what will be theirs soon. Looking into their dead eyes that have no life behind them as they smell the blood I am spilling, knowing that soon I will reach the ultimate orgasm as I watch them rip the remaining flesh from my victims as they feast before my eyes. There is no doubt that i would sever the limbs of one of these undead and rip the bottom jaw off to prevent him from infecting me while I ride his decaying cock. Filling my cunt with his undead flesh. What would be hell on earth to the rest of the world would be heaven on earth for me. Watching The Walking Dead each week is like watching porn for me. I cum over and over again each week and dream of the possibilities of such a world cumming to pass.torture phonesex dead

Super Bowl Party

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My lover and I had some prepping to do before our Super Bowl Party yesterday. We got the matching team jersey, chips, drinks, complete guest list and all that was left was our meat for our special homemade nachos. We have specific taste and only a young and tender veal would do the trick. Not too skinny or fat but just enough. We stalked our victims together for a bit until we found the prefect catch. Not one but two intoxicated bimbos, I think this may have been our easiest yet.

 

We got our potentials in the car and made our way back home. Once inside we tied the brunette up hands above her head and tossed the other one to the side, we still needed her in case our guest got hungry again. I took it upon myself to give the whore a bath. Sprayed her down, made sure she was clean and then rubbed her down with some special oil. My lover eventually joined in, I couldn’t spread both of her legs and rub her inner thighs and lips at the same time.

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I know it’s bad to play with your food but she looked so inviting. Plus I’m a strong believer in getting your money’s worth. I held her thigh as he held the other and slid in to feel her insides. He assured me we made the right choice with that sly grin he had on his face after we were finished. Then we preceded to get back to business.

For the hell of it, we let the blonde serve all of our guest. You know she kept her mouth shut, she didn’t want to end up like her friend…and aside from her ball gag she knew better.

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I think our Super Bowl Party was a success…How about yours?

A Blessed Yule

I do not celebrate Christmas. I celebrate Yule, which so happens to be December 21st of this year. It has always bothered me that “Christians” took our Holidays and tried to turn them into something other then what they really are. Alright, it more than bothers me, it pisses me off to no end. However, since I cannot change a wrong that is vastly believed to be a right, I will just continue to celebrate the Winter Solstice the Proper Way, by Celebrating Yule.

Tomorrow night, I will have a Bonfire behind my house. There will be six others joining me for my celebration. These are women who follow the same practices of Paganism that I myself follow. I have always though about combining my love for the macabre with this Holiday. However, that would make me like the Christians, taking something and warping it to suit my own needs. I am a lot of things, but a hypocrite I am not.

Since I am just writing about it, and not actually doing the act it’s self. I will share it with you. I have always had this image of a beautifully dressed young sweet thing. Holly in her hair, gown of gold and red gossamer clinging to her body in the cold night air as she approaches the Bonfire. She then is Blessed by those in attendance, then walks into the fire as we sing a Yule Song. She offers herself up to The Holly King to ensure a victory over the Oak King in this days battle. After this is done, we drink, dance, and make merriment until the offering is fully done, then we feast.

I think that is much better then going to the mall to sit on Santa’s lap to tell him you want a toy, don’t you?

Blessed Yule To You All,

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(Below you will find one of the many Yule Songs sung on OUR Holy Day)

Blood Bath

torture phonesex angie7Sometimes I just like to go hunt for the sake of the blood. I will go out and hunt animals of all shapes and sizes so that I can take them back home, put them in my tub one at a time and then cut them open letting all the blood and guts flow in to my tub. sometimes it takes a lot of them because all i get is medium to small animals like cats and dogs, but sometimes I get lucky. When I am done I take all my clothes off and sit in the tub, covering myself with blood and guts and enjoying the feel and smell of it all over my body. I take my time and soak in it for hours, sometimes all day. At night I take the carcases from the animals I have killed and dump them at the edge of the woods so i can wait and watch for the scavenger animals to come and rip the flesh off the bones. I especially love it when the wolves and Ferrel dogs come and growl and fight over the dead pieces of animal laying there. In may ways they are cannibals just like me, eating their brethren, loving the taste of the flesh.