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I Am Waiting

mutilation-phone-sex-karmaIt has been some time since he has come to me for his special therapy. You see he has dark desires and fantasies that he feels are so wrong and yet they feel so right. I am his fallen angel, the one that soothes his savage beast, that leads him to his desire and whispers in his ear that it is all OK. I urge and encourage him to take her. To run his hands along the lean straight lines of her underdeveloped body. To inhale the sweet innocent sent of her flesh. To let all of his senses be consumed with the desire of his flesh. To shut out the sounds of the voices in his head that are keeping him from enjoying the one thing that satisfies every fiber of his being. I am his accomplice, his voice of reason and I give him permission to feel what he longs to feel, to take what he needs to have and to loose himself while satisfying the both of us….I miss him.

It’s Almost Time

violent phone sex angieDear Beautiful Victim:

You don’t know me yet, but you soon will. I have been watching you for months. Silently, in the shadows. I know you better then you know yourself. You visit him often to get your fix. I watched last week when he took you inside and you sucked his cock while fingering your cunt for the goodies that you need. Your blonde hair was flowing down your back and your plump tits were bouncing up and down. I took a picture for prosperity and I am enclosing it in this letter. Time is running out for you, all though you don’t know it. Soon you will be mine and reading this letter is going to prepare you for your fate. You see my dear you are my new BTK (bind, torture and kill) project. You live your life for that next fix and I am going to use your addiction for my pleasure. There is a new drug in town, it’s called the Zombie Drug on the streets. The high is much like the one you get from your precious heroine. The catch is that after prolonged use it eats your flesh causing it to fall off the bone and causing agonizing pain. I have almost perfected the formula and soon I will bind you in my basement. I will inject you with ridiculously large amounts of the drug and make note of how long it takes for your flesh to rot off your beautiful body. I will relish in the torture that I will administer and wait for the final dose that kills you all while my fingers are knuckle deep in my cunt. Soon you will bring me more pleasure then you have already. I can’t wait for our first meeting and to see the look on your face as you read this before I begin my sadistic plan.

Sincerely Yours,

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Recording A Snuff Porn Japanese Style

snuff porn karmaHis English was horrible. I barely understood him. But I did understand the wad of cash he had in his hand and the was incentive to listen closely and try to understand. When I finally got what he was saying I felt the gush of fluid in my pants that  was so strong it felt like a peed myself. He wanted me to find a young American girl that we could take back to Japan so that he could record a Snuff Porn Japanese Style. That meant she would never return. There would be no props, no fake blood, no stunt doubles….it would all be real. The screams, the torture, the pain and yes the death…..My blood was on fire! I asked if I could come and watch. I swore to him I wouldn’t tell a soul. How could I if I was going to be an accomplice in the kidnapping? I went out and found a girl and brought her back but he didn’t like her, she wasn’t what he was looking for. So I pushed her out of my car going 55 down the highway and watched as she tumbled down the road and I rubbed my clit. The next one I brought was perfect for him. We boarded his private plane and headed out. One of the stage hands caught my eye and I grabbed him. We fucked during the entire filming. All the way to the end when she sat in a tub of blood, barely breathing, after being tortured and before having her throat cut ear to ear. I came hard as I watched her head flop backwards and blood spurt rhythmically out of her carotid artery.snuff porn japanese karma

The Gourmet’s Accomplice

accomplice phone sex I’d been watching the brunette for over a month. She was tall and muscular with a ponytail that bobbed when she ran. She should’ve known better than to run down by the swamps of Louisiana. It was a dangerous place, inhabited only by alligators, snakes, and drug dealers. I guess that little bottle of pepper spray that she carried gave her a false sense of security. Too bad that I would soon use it against her.
Rick and I had been friends for a while. We met at a gourmet cooking class in Baton Rouge. We discovered that we shared a taste for wild game and how to prepare it. It didn’t take long for him to share his special fetish with me. Rick had a craving for young, tender girl-flesh, cooked to a savory, smoky deliciousness on an open pit. And he had picked me to help him.
I eyed the brunette for a while, contemplating my move. She was young, firm, curvaceous, but slim. Her round bottom was evidence of her work-outs and she had a pair of tasty, muscular calves. She reminded me of one of the “perfect” girls in high school, the cute ones who wouldn’t give you the time of day. I hated her already. I could barely wait for our Barbie roast to begin.

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Rick waited in the car as the brunette swished past us. I fell in behind her, jogging at a leisurely pace. I was deciding to make my move when she bent to tie her shoe. I jumped on her, grabbing her pepper spray and giving it to her full-blast in her eyes. She screamed and I threw the burlap sack over her head, pulling the string tight. She fought me hard as I dragged her back to the car. We quickly stuffed her into the trunk and sped off, eager to begin our special feast.
Rickrick had this great commercial kitchen with oversized stainless steel appliances. His pantry was filled with every kind of seasoning and exotic spice. He even grew his own organic vegetables. He was more than stocked to prepare any type of cuisine. Today’s menu would be a feast of Cajun delights. cannibalism phone sex
I led her in and had her lie on the long steel table. It was more like a mortician’s slab than a table, really, in all of its sterile coldness. She was in shock and barely protested. I could smell her fear and it whetted my own appetite. I quickly snipped her clothes off with kitchen shears, revealing a Grade-A choice cut of flesh, all tanned and ready to roast. I ran my hands over her body and was pleased to find her pussy and legs freshly waxed. I would only need to shave her long locks.
Chef RickRick took over from there. He hung her head over the side of the table and quickly slit her throat, leaving her to bleed out into a washpan. Her heels drummed on the table as her lifeblood gushed from her. Her skin was deathly pale as her heart gave its final beat.
We had decided to just roast her whole in the indoor grill. I rubbed her body with coconut oil as he readied his special bourbon marinade. He began to snip off her toes and fingers for some Cajun-style chickenfoot soup. Next, he gutted her and gently pulled out her intestines for me to clean. I amused myself by looking at her poop to see what she had eaten. It looked like salad and cum!!! While I was doing that, Rickrick readied some rice and a piece of her liver to make some Cajun boudin. It’s a savory dish that is stuffed into intestine links. They would be returned to her carcass to simmer. He also placed her head into a pot of water to boil down into headcheese. Her lips, titty fat, and pussy lips would be deep fried into southern cracklings. Nothing would be wasted.
The grill was ready as we finished her seasoning. She looked very tasty, tightly trussed, under the coating of scallions, fresh garlic, cayenne pepper, and “Slap Ya Mama” Cajun seasoning. I had tucked a few garlic cloves and onions under each of her split breasts and her pussy was stuffed with large shelled shrimp. I’d also shoved carrots in her asshole to keep the juices from leaking out.  I could barely wait for the first bite. Neither could RickRick as his erect cock poked through his Chef’s apron. The final touch was a spurt of his “special sauce” for extra tenderness. Laissez les bons temps rouler.  (Let the good times roll!)

I poured us some wine as RickRick pulled her from the oven. She looked magnificent, all grilled to a toasty brown, crispy on the outside, moist on the inside. As he fed me the first bite, I almost orgasmed. It was so good. We both fell on the feast and fed like sharks in a feeding frenzy. Her fat dripped from our chins as we crammed chunks of girl-meat into our mouths. I was hooked.
Now I’m watching a fat chick who walks at the park. We plan to trap her and grind her into chili meat for the local chili cook-off. I’m sure our special recipe will win us the blue ribbon. Thank you, RickRick, for introducing me to the Joy of Cooking!!!

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Rump Roast!

Cannibalism phone sexI knew I had found the perfect piece of meat. I noticed her instantly. Those long legs strutting past me on the street. Her tiny little gray dress barley covering her round rump. So firm and full. I knew the second I saw her she was perfect for Rick. So fucking sexy! I followed her for awhile. Watching her strut. When it started to rain I knew I had the PERFECT excuse to talk to her! I told her I lived in the penthouse right across the street if she needed a dry place to wait out the rain. She seemed to hesitate. Perhaps she could feel what I have planned.

cannibalism phone sexSo I slipped off my 800.00 dollar pair of Dolce And Gannana pumps. I told her these things were KILLING my feet. Of course she had to say how sexy and perfect they are. I told her she could have them! I was done with my feet hurting. And actually… I do have a few more pairs she could have if she really wanted. Of course she really wanted! So she happily followed me to my house. I poured her a drink with a little extra in it! Just enough to make her complacent. She was putty in my hands. And I waited for Rick to arrive! I kept my self busy in the kitchen. Mixing up a fresh batch of Ex-virgin olive oil with just the right herbs. And I peeled and cored several apples. Then mashed them into some real butter. A nice marinade! Rick arrived just in time! I helped slip it’s gray dress right off so Rick could wash it down. He scrubbed her clean. I pulled out my biggest roasting pan. And Rick and I placed our guest in the pot. I let Rick rub every inch of her body down with the olive oil. And then Rick packed the apple butter into our guest pussy and ass. I even held her mouth open and force feed her the remainder of the butter. Rick and I slid her into the industrial over and watched as her skin started to glow. She shimmered in the heat. The smell of the slowly simmering meat was delicious! And the look on her face was divine, as her skin tightened up and browned. She was slowly cooking to death. I could hear her moans and whimpers as the time passed. It really was sexy! I could barely wait for the finally! But finally you could see her skin get almost see threw. You could see the bubbling juices rolling under her crisp skin, letting you know that she was finally done! Of course Rick went right for a piece of rump roast. She was so juicy when he cut into her delicious meat her juices squirted out! She melted in our mouths! Mmmmmm I do love a good rump roast!

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Blood Tears

angieIt all started years ago with a show called the Twilight Zone. I remember sitting there watching an episode where a race of aliens came to Earth. They had a manual that was called “To Serve Man” People were over the moon. They thought that the aliens were friendly and just wanted to serve the human race. Finally in the end as people were getting on the space ship to join the aliens, one man, who had deciphered the book and discovered it was a cook book, was yelling out side of the ship. snuff porn angie1At that moment when I connected the dots my pussy let out a gush of fluid. The idea of eating human flesh had never occurred to me before then. But the moment I had that thought I knew I would enjoy cannibalism for the rest of my life. Finding ways to obtain and serve human flesh has been a long road of trial and error. You see you have to pick the right person, you have to decide just what cuts of meat you enjoy, what herbs and spices taste right with what flesh type. Each ethnicity has it’s own flavor. Much like the difference between corn fed and grass fed beef. Being a cannibal is more then a life style it is an art. One must never take for granted the flesh that is being consumed and one must always be reverent in the treatment of the flesh as well as grateful for the gift of life that is given for nourishment. snuff porn angie3This brings me to my latest meal. It was an innocent day at the movies. I was not on the hunt for a meal (often my best meals are the unexpected ones) She was sitting a couple of rows in front of me. It was a sappy chick flick and as the lights came up in the theater almost every female was crying. When I looked at her she was crying tears of blood. My physical reaction to this was intense. I had never seen such a phenomenon and I had to have her. As I followed her down the street I noticed that she was plump in all the right places. Her rump was nice and fleshy but not fatty, her thighs were rubbing together just enough to have some good chunks of meat on them. The rest of her was healthy but not overly so. I knew that because she cried blood tears that she had to be special and that I would have to share her with the most special people in my life.snuff porn angie2 I began to ponder seasoning and preparation as my pussy pumped juices between my legs and the anticipation grew. I also began thinking of how I would “serve” her. I thought of leaving her whole and serving her like a pig with an apple in her mouth, allowing the most privileged guest to carve her for serving. I thought of removing her head and making it the center piece of the platter, especially if I could get some of those blood tears flowing before removing it. It would be very exotic to position her head in the center of a tray of her flesh with a smile on her face and blood tears staining her cheeks from where they flowed for the last time. So many choices, so many decisions, so much planning…….At last, the perfect time to take her and begin…..I can’t wait to share her with you!

Cannibalism Phone Sex: The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through His Stomach

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex gives new meaning to be being eaten out! I answered an ad on Craig’s List for a physically fit cage dancer. I’ve got meat on my bones. I workout. I have done my share of private dancing for extra cash. I showed up looking sexy for the interview. A nice older man invited me inside. Some wonderful scent permeated through the house. He saw my nose inhale and a smile come over my face. “My special meat sauce,” he said. He told me he was a private chef hosting a high end dinner party. His guests would enjoy special entertainment. We talked for a while. He asked about eating habits; my health history and then took my measurements I figured it was for an outfit.

I followed him to his basement to check out the cage I would be dancing in. The moment the cage opened, he shoved me inside, tied me up and locked the door. “Silly girl. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to come to a stranger’s home,” he said with an evil glean in his eyes. I started to plead for release. Begged him not to hurt me. “I’m not going to harm a hair on your pretty head sweetie. I never play with my food,” he chuckled. Food? Surely, I misunderstood him. Hannibal Lector is a fictional character. Then I saw his special kitchen. In his basement he had industrial size everything.

taboo phone sexI could smell something cooking on the stove. Dear God. Was it some other girl who answered the same ad? “Now now Cassie, don’t panic yet. That is just the special meat sauce. A good meal is all about the preparation dear,” he spoke like he was talking about Arby’s special sauce. Suddenly, there was another man in the room, much younger than him. His son I thought. He started feeling my body, marking up certain parts of me like a side of beef. He circled the rump, thighs, stomach and breasts. When he realized I had fake tits, he got disappointed. I thought this was my out. But Dr. Lector handed him a big knife and he cut the silicon out of my breasts. I was bleeding all over myself and the cage. I felt a fire hose on me. I felt like a dirty caged animal.

I was getting weak from fear and blood loss. I passed out for a second, but awoke to being basted in a sweet smelling sticky substance. I was being marinated. “I told you honey. It is all about the preparation. You are going to be delicious,” he said softly in my ear as he coated my flesh with his special sauce. I passed out. Woke up to the pain of a metal rod being rammed up my ass. I felt so weak and sleepy, but the heat sensation revived me. I was being slowly roasted over an open flame. “Don’t cry pretty girl. You are going to make several men very happy tonight. Haven’t you heard that the way to a man’s heart is his stomach?”

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Kidnapping Phone Sex: Profit for Me, Fun for You

Kidnapping Phone SexWant to go hunting with me? I know how to mix business with pleasure. I can line our pockets while getting us off hard. Do you know how much young corneas go for on the black market? Almost as much as kidneys. But with eyes, you don’t have to slice and dice; you just need to gouge them out. Less mess, quicker in and out, so you can make much more money with eyes. I am a fan of the little ones because their eyes not only pop right out of the skull, but I can profit doubly. I’m a conservationist. I use all of the body. Once I gouge those little eyeballs out and get them in a sterile jar and on ice, you can play with the body for a fair price.

taboo phone sexAnd at that tender sweet age, they are easier to manage, especially when still lamenting the loss of sight. Bonus, they can’t see you, so if you wanna snuff them out that is just for pleasure not for survival. Last week I snatched up Abby at the mall. A blonde pretty virgin barely teen girl. Just what my client wanted. I tied her to a chair, put my knife to the corner of her eyes and popped out some pretty blues. I wrapped her sockets with gauze to stop the bleeding, then brought in Tony. Tony paid top dollar for this morsel. And I made top dollar off her corneas. Double score.

fantasy phone sex tortureTony was a sick fuck like me. His fantasy you ask? Force fuck a virgin young girl in all her holes. Ass, pussy, mouth, urethra, nostrils, ears and eye sockets. Abby was so tiny and young, and Tony had such a large cock, that when he shoved his cock in her mouth, it came out one of her eye sockets. Fucking sick shit, but so hot.When he came, it looked like her eye was weeping cum.  I played with my pussy watching her get skull fucked, as I waited on my other client to pick up her pretty blue eyes that would give the gift of sight to some rich mother fucker’s brat. Abby may not have had the privilege of money, but she had the privilege of a dirty old man’s cock in ALL her holes. What is your twisted fantasy? I bet I can make it equally beneficial for us both.

2 Girl Phone Sex Fun: Never Underestimate an Old Subby Bitch

2 girl phone sex tortureHis instructions were clear. Find a young bitch for me to play with as you are getting old and boring. I have been with this particular guy for over a decade. I’m older now, and he wants a young new model to torture and abuse. Taboo phone sex has always been his thing. Snuff, torture, BDSM, young girls, force fucking, forced intoxication….. all things he loves, all things with me he has grown bored doing. Suddenly I went from victim to accomplice. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I knew I had to find him a young teen girl fast or he might kill me since he had decided I am no longer worthy to be his fuck pig slave.

I saw Taylor at the mall. A cute barely legal little whore. I was like her once. A young cute bitch eager to please men, willing to do anything for their attention. I told her about this rave my friend was having; showed her his picture and soon she was back at my place where I over powered the whore and chained her to the couch as a present for him. Taylor tried to get away, but could not break the chains or wiggle her tiny frame out of the shackles. I felt oddly dominant. Seeing her strung out scrawny ass tied up to the couch like that made me want to hurt her. I think I was jealous. I knew where he kept his torture tools. I came back with a riding crop and a whip and started smacking the whore around. She screamed and yelled. Even called me names, which made me strike her harder. I wanted to ugly up his new teen whore. Maybe if he saw a damaged slut he would realize how valuable I still could be to him.

domination phone sexMaster came busting through the door and punched me square in the mouth. He then kicked me repeatedly until I was in fetal position. He went over to check out Taylor to make sure I had not hurt his new pig. I didn’t see what the big deal was; I mean I picked her out, not like he knew her or anything. I just wanted to have a little fun with her too. He dragged me down into his dungeon and whipped me so bad, my skin broke. He tossed me on the floor. “You belong in the gutter you worthless pig,” he yelled as he started pissing on me. Kicked me some more, then strung me upside down and skull fucked my mouth. After he shot a load down my throat so forcefully that I puked, he cut me down and used me as a punching bag some more. He made it clear to me that Taylor was his new bitch, and I was a worthless whore.

What I did not see coming was that he would let Taylor use me. He freed her and ordered her to get some payback. The little bitch kicked and bit me, even scratched me. She called me an old bitch that should be put out to pasture. I ended up in a cat fight with a bitch half my age over a Master I should have been grateful was cutting me lose. Stockholm Syndrome perhaps, but I fought that bitch hard for him. In fact, I ended up snapping her little boney neck and killing his new pet instantly. Honestly, I didn’t know I had that kind of rage or strength in me. I guess the thought of being traded in for a younger model didn’t sit well with me. But my jealous rage and willingness to kill the competition made me his top bitch again. Oh no, what did I just do.

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Torture phone sex with my master

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 My master can be so cruel sometimes. I know I deserve every bit of pain he gives me. Today when I woke up I felt a big strike over my head. I woke up and found myself out in the hot heat tied to a chair. I was so thirsty, my body and head ached with pain. My arms were strapped so tightly behind me I could not even feel them anymore. It was so hot that I couldn’t even catch my breath as my nakedness stuck to the chair. He wanted to make me suffer in every way possible. My head was ringing from the impact that had previously happened to my head. My legs were completely spread open and my pussy was fully exposed, along with my nipples. He cut a hole in the bottom of the chair where my ass hole was fully exposed if he knocked me over. Oops I spoke to soon. I went face first into the dirt. It hurt so bad, my ass hole was up in the air being stretched out by as many objects as my master could find. He pissed all over me while I was still in the dirt. I am nothing but a nasty little whore, he was wanting to claim his territory. He dragged me up and sat my chair back up. I was covered in dirt and a little bloody. He was going to have his wild way with me and we were just getting started by the look in his eyes. I love him, and just want to please him.

 

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