There is not many things that I am significantly good at. Like I am not good at making friends with anyone who does not thirst after blood like I do. I am awkward around idiots my own age when I do not have an intention to slaughter them. One thing I am really good at is snuff porn. When I started making it and selling it to the underground snuff world they fell in love with my work and I appreciated every second of it. I was sent an invitation to the underground snuff porn galleries showing. Now only was I invited to look but I was asked to prep a piece. I was nervous and had no idea what to do till I saw her and she was to be my Georgia O’K eeffe inspired piece.
She was about a teen and super pale which would make her skin perfect for my carvings. I kept her around in a box in the basement for a month or so to make her nice and thin and lighten her up even more. I did not torture her because beside for the minor thing I wanted to do to her she was to depict the purity that I loved to hunt from my victims. I drained her blood slowly and then embalmed her as though she was cowering in a corner. I hit her face behind a cow skull and marked her skin. When my parents had left and representative for the gallery came by picking her up, ensuring she would not be damaged.
I showed up in a gas mask to the event. That was kind of the thing. Everyone knew each other’s alias and no one wanted to give up that security even for a moment of comfort amount the like minded. It was like a masquerade, and I felt as though my mask played to me very well. I was very impressed by everyone’s work, recognizing a few from people who I had helped torture and capture. People who were careful carved and saved and one loving display who was pumped with fluids and adrenaline. His live screams were quite impressive. I was recognized by a lot of my supporters and given a substantial amount of donations to further the quality of my work. It was nice to be around supporters but I was ready to get back to work in my little shell.
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Surrogate Bitch
You said I look just like the lying cheating bitch!
Looking at me just made you angry, made you realize how much you hate her!
She hardly touches you. She always has a headache or something else to do! But you know she is fucking other men, sucking their cock, taking it in the ass!
But you can’t punish her so you take it out on me, doing all the things to me that you want to do to her!
You punch me in the face, knocking me to the ground. I tried to get up but you just kicked me in the ribs. Yeah, you were gonna give her what she had coming!
I laid there on the floor crying while you tied my hands and ankles. Then you picked me up and threw my body on the bench.
You were thinking of her the entire time you fucked my mouth, yelling at me, calling me by her name, telling me I was a fucking whore!
I could feel splinters digging into my nipples as you pounded your fuck stick down my throat, choking me with every forceful thrust!
But that was not good enough! You were going to have my ass the way so many men have had hers! That’s right! You were finally going to take back what belonged to you!
You back handed me across the face as you pulled your cock out, splitting my lip and breaking my nose! It hurt like hell but at least I could finally breath!
You propped me up with a huge log under my hips. I had no idea what you were doing and then I felt my tight little ass being torn open as you violently forced your way in with out warning!
The more I screamed the harder you pushed! You were still screaming at me, calling me by her name. I begged you to stop. I promised to love you and do what ever you wanted!
That’s when you said I was a lying whore just like her!
You said the only way to stop a whore from lying is to shove something in her mouth!
You came back around and and blasted that dick spit in my mouth and all over my face!
That’s when your cell rang. It was her! You were so sweet to her, “Yes baby, I will pick up some milk on the way home. Love you to. See ya in a bit.”
And just like that, without saying a word, you untied me and walked away!
Going Shopping
I am getting ready for a big party and as always the food is of the utmost importance. I recently heard of a farm that raises the best meat. I hear it is young and tender and well fed. They allow you to inspect your purchase very carefully. It’s a long ride to the farm. The place is in the middle of the woods, well secluded and well guarded. No one gets in or out with out permission of some sort. I can’t count the number of times I cum on the ride there. Finger fucking my pussy the entire way there. Thinking about the specimens waiting for me. Shaved bald and just waiting for that bullet to the head once I make my choice. Watching them wrap the body for me and putting it on ice for the ride home makes me hotter then hell. I get home and take the body out of the car. Laying it on the table I carefully unwrap it and taste the flesh by licking it, working my way down to the cold blue nipples sucking them into my mouth, I work my way lower, spreading her open and dipping my tongue inside, knowing the thrill of cutting her up and packaging her to my liking is just minutes away. I always peel the skin off her pussy and ass to fry up as a crispy treat while I work. Only the best cuts will be served at the party and they must be marinated just right. I think I will make a batch of blood pudding…..so much to do to get ready for the big day!
Cannibalism Phone Sex; Taste of Summer
Well, it is national BBQ month and that means that Harper’s taste for fleshly goodness is moving to some outdoor cooking. Oh how I long to taste some nice rump cooked over a nice BBQ pit. I went hunting with my favorite cannibal Mr. Closter! He loved to teach me how to hunt and cook our meat with passion and skill and I loved every minute of it. We tracked a couple of girls through the woods for a while. There were by themselves and hiking. We had set some traps up and it did not take long until they found themselves caught in our net. They squealed like little piggies as they were held into the air. Mr. Closter had me approach them with caution. When they saw me they hollered down for me to help them. I released the rope, dropping them to the ground with a big thud. I giggled at their please and reached inside the net to ass’s their fat content. I called to Mr. Closter that they were okay, and he he drove the ATV through and I pulled them out of the net tying them to the back.
I hopped on the back with Mr. Closter and we drove the fresh meat to our stocked campsite for further inspection. I pulled them off with his help. They were hog tied and heavy. One was thicker than the other so we decided to prep her now and save the other tasty treat. I tied her up in the tree and let her hang there gagged. She cried tears running up her forehead. Going back to the other girl, I began to cut off her clothes. Mr. Closter gave me a nod and I knew she was perfect. She cried through her gag, tears streaming down her face. I smelled close to her body, she reeked of insect repellant. I asked him to hand me a couple gallons of water and a bucket so that I could rinse my rag clean and began to scrub her. She smelled so bad. I was taking a considerable amount of elbow grease to clean her so Mr. Closter cut down her friend and shoved her my way. I explained unless she wanted to be first she had better help me. That poor sniffling bitch was lazy as fuck though. Mr. Closter decided that she need to a good brutal raping since she was not doing what she was told.
I giggled as she whimpered and screamed. Not wanting to bother him I got up and grabbed the olive oil from his back pack and brought it back over to my pesticide free prime meat. I began to rub down her body. I poured the oil over her and rubbed over her tits and into every clevis and fat roll massaging her well. Once Mr. Closter was done her tied the other girl back up and informed me he was feeding the fire under our grill. Once she was fully she was hog tied with her hands and feet behind her back. The two of us lifted her onto the grates. Mr. Closter reached over and pulled out her gag and she let out a quick scream before he shoved an apple in her mouth. She whimpered passed it squealing. You could hear the wood crackling. She tried to fight herself free and I assured her she would pass out soon and she did. I continued to baste her and feed the fire under her. I took one leg and covered her in a BBQ mop I had prepared prior. Mr. Closter did not like sauce because he preferred the natural flavors but I wanted to try it. When she was done we carefully lifter her off and let her cool before serving her up with a lovely salad. MMmm she tasted so yummy. Her friend was so lucid and hungry she ate her right up. When I told her it was her friend she cried and called us monsters. Mr. Closter decided she was very unappreciative and gagged her again while we enjoyed the rest of our meal.
Evil Yet Soothing Therapy
He comes to me wrought with desire. Our needs are in sync as always. The straight lines of the young body not yet developed and so innocent. We feel the desire burning inside of us to touch them. The admiration so deep that we are practically drooling over them. Using a calm and soothing voice I urge him to fulfill his need for soft young flesh. As soon as he touches her it is as if her flesh sears his hand and the burning desire moves up his arm and into his groin. His rape phone sex fantasies are so vivid that he can feel his dick pushing into her, stretching her, until she has completely encased his dick with in her. I cover her mouth so that she can not scream but the tears are flowing freely down her face. All the while I tell him it is OK. This is not bad it is good for all of us. I take his hand and place it on her nipple urging him to pinch and pull it while he pounds deeper into her, so close to exploding. He will plant his seed deep with in her and soon she will be swollen and ready to give us a gift that we will cherish together.
Making Her Watch
I knew as soon as I saw them that they would be mine. Their perfectly manicured hands and feet, their expensive clothes, the way they carried themselves, all preppy and proper, their long blonde hair, laughing with out a care in the world, carbon copies of one another……their world was about to turn upside down. The sunshine is about to become darkness, the laughter screams of pain and that blonde hair will be matted with clumps of congealed blood and chunks of flesh. Watching and waiting while imagining the scene my cunt pumps out juice with every evil and twisted thought in my head. The daughter looks good enough to eat. But I know that if I allow fear to pump adrenaline through her, the meat will be tainted. Decisions, decisions, should I enjoy making them watch each other be tortured or should I enjoy the terror in the mother as I butcher her daughter and make her share the feast before sending her to her own living hell? Both sound like a wonderful way to spend an afternoon and both ideas please me greatly. It looks like the perfect moment to grab them I will decide once I have them secured in my basement.
Teen Rape Porn Beats Up My Poor Pussy
Master told me I was going to be getting a break from all of the ass rape porn. I was so excited that my swollen, bloody ass was going to be getting a little bit of a relief. He even led me up on a leash so I could use the toilet and take a shower. It was like every time I thought that he no longer cared about me he proved a little glimpse of humanity still remained inside of his cold heart. He did only let me use cold water and also said that I was only allowed to use disinfectant soap but I was appreciative none the less. He took me out into his room and made me change into my uniform; I just figured it was time for another field trip. When I came into the living room 4 masked men stood there. I froze up and stared at them. Master told them to remember my anus was off limits because they did not purchase that package. I flashed my eyes to him in horror.
The men started to approach me. My feet, having a mind of their own turned and ran down the hall way. The men roared with excitement chasing me down into the room where I once slept. I screamed trying to pull free of them. They ripped apart my clothing and tore into me with their cocks. My throat was their fuck hole of shame. I could hardly breathe between the rods and the choke hold I was put in. I kept trying to relax and just take it but my body had other plans, clawing and kicking at them. They punished every part of my body. My ass was getting a break but the now beat up pussy I had was not. Two cocks went into what was once a tight pussy hole. I screamed trying to get free. I was choked until I passed out and woke up in a pile of blood and cum. I curled into the fetal position and cried of it to end.
Cannibalism Phone Sex; New Desires
I am normally a pretty confident beast when it comes to my killing methods. This time was different, the ritual was different, I was going to be killing not for fun but for sustenance. I had my bag packed with all of the things that he said was essential to this kind of capture; a loaded handgun, a pocketknife, two rolls of duct tape, some heavy duty rope, and a water bottle with dissolved Rohypnol. I changed out of my normal edgy attire into some clothes that I picked up from a store called Hollister. I did my hair up nice so that I could fit in. I went to this party at a sorority house, and kept my eyes open for what I knew I needed to look for. Then I saw her, Annie. She was stumbling around drunk and everyone was shoving her off of them. Some dude shoved her down to the ground where she laid there for a min and everyone laughed before grouping outside for some more fun. I went down to her level and told her I was going to give her a ride home. She said she lived in the dorms which were in walking distance but I insisted on helping. Once she was in the back seat she passed back out. I turned the heat on low to make sure that she stayed that was and called my confidant to let him know I was on my way back to his place with a surprise.
We got back with no problem, I took an extended route with my turns and back roads then necessary, making sure I was not followed. I pulled up to his big scary house and was greeted by him. “She is not waking up anytime soon Sir.” I said as we poked out head inside the opened back door. “Well, we will see about that Harper, let’s go get her showered and measured up.” We each took and arm and drug her over our shoulders into the shower room. “Grab that rope Harper and go ahead and tie her wrist and ankles Harper.” I went ahead and secured her in place. He pulled out his measuring taped and measured her key areas, thighs, hips, waist, arms and breast. I could see him lick his lips, “Yes, yes, that will do quite nicely Harper.”
He handed me a pair of scissors and I went ahead and began to remove her clothing. “I’m really impressed! And you’re still new to shopping. You did great!” I nodded my head eager to move further in our steps. I went ahead and shaved her as he prepped the shower water to not be too cold. As he spayed her I used a wet wash cloth and began to clean her body free from soap and perfumey residue. He never understood why brats these days wore all that carp, but he did know he did not want to taste it. She began to wake up, really groggy still. He began to question her and prep her for her up and coming roasting. I chuckled as she cried and he condemned her to have more respect for herself, and be proud that she was selected.
We lifted her up and brought her into the kitchen and setting her onto the counter. Rick handed me a bottle of sage, olive oil. I rubbed her down while she continued to cry. He explained to her that a life of art major was such a time consuming downfall into the inevitable downfall and drug overdose. That at least with this her life would be enjoyed and remembered. I finished rubbing her down and then moved to stuffing her. A mix was made when I called and said I was on the way. I shoved it into her both vaginally and anally. It was hard for me to contain my excitement. He let her know that she would be rendered unconscious after inhaling enough smoke and then placed an apple in her mouth. We attached her to the spit pole and brought her to the roasting stations. She tried to wiggle herself free of it but she was now going anywhere. She whimpered and gagged until her head went limp. I turned her on the spit pole making sure to base her with the oil mixture. Once her skin was a golden brown it was time for her to come off and her meat to rest. We sliced her open and had a amazing dinner. Her leftovers were packed and saved and the carcass thrown out to complete the circle of life. Mmmm. I could not wait for my next meal.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair
I woke in a good mood that day. Got up to get the newspaper to discover a dead bird and dead flowers at my doorstep. A note simply said, “whores don’t deserve pretty things.” I tried to erase the image of dead things from my mind with a morning jog through a nearby cemetery. As I was running, I felt something hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground, landed on a bed of decaying flowers on an old grave. Before I could get up and access my damage, a group of men scooped me up and tossed me in to a old creepy mausoleum.
It felt like I was in there for days. I am claustrophobic, so being enclosed with a dead body made hours seem like an eternity. My attackers came back at nightfall. “We’ve been watching you Blair,” said the ringleader. “You give up your pussy and ass to anyone. That makes you a whore. No one misses whores.” They started ripping my clothes off, slapping me around, treating me like a street corner junkie hooker. They forced me down on their cocks. Spit in my face as they skull fucked me. Pissed down my throat as they came. Shoved dead flower petals in my mouth to force me to drink their cum. Gagging, convulsing, blood trickling down my face from a cut on my head…I had to look awful, but that didn’t matter to them. I was simply their fuck pig. They even made me squeal like one to prove that I was nothing but a dirty animal.
One guy tied me up and bent me over the cold stone coffin, while his buddies took turns sodomizing my ass and fisting my cunt. Spiders and other creepy crawlies were covering my flesh as they violated all my fuck holes. They were laughing and drinking as I was crying and puking. At least 8 of them, so for hours upon hours they force fucked me in an abandoned mausoleum. I begged to be let go. Promised I wouldn’t tell a soul. “Of course you won’t Blair because dead whores tell no tales,” said the guy in charge right before he punched me unconscious.
I woke up in the coffin. The dead flowers covering my body were the least of my worries. I was nestled in between two decaying bodies of women who likely were victims of the same group of men as me. I went into a panic attack. I could hear muffled laughter as I felt my chest constrict to the point I could barely breathe. When I would imagine the most horrible death, it pretty much looked like this. Enclosed in a small space, naked, violated, with decaying flesh and a host of creepy insects.
Costume Party
It is Cinco De Mayo and that means there is a party somewhere! I decided to get all slutted up and go down to college row and see what kinda house parties were going on.
There were some dumb sorority bitches having a party but I’m not going to get laid there! Then I found this fraternity party! I had no idea who they were. They were all dressed in black hooded robes and wearing stupid masks on their faces. I didn’t care. Doesn’t matter who they are as long as they have liquor and a cock!
Of course I walked right in like I owned the joint. They did not seem to pay too much attention to me which was a little fucked up, especially considering I was the only girl there.
No one was talking, just chanting like some other language or something but finally someone handed me a drink! I don’t have a clue what it was and I guess he didn’t either cus when I asked he just went on chanting and walked away!
The room started to spin after about 3 or 4 of those drinks! Next thing I remember, I woke up with some guy slamming the shit out of my cunt and a line of about ten guys right behind him, all with their cocks out!
There was a different group of guys screaming at them to fuck me! Telling how to grab my tits and tear my ass!
The men in line were rushing and fucking me like I was a bitch in heat! But each one stopped before they were about to explode! Then they pulled out and unloaded all that salty cum in a mason jar!
After the last guy was done banging my gaping ass, they rolled me over and held me down. One of the guys held my nose to force my mouth open and then another guy started pouring all that jizz in my mouth!
There was so much of it and I couldn’t breath! I thought I was going to drown in cum!
They started punching me, screaming at me to swallow! They were pulling my hair and hitting me so much that it was barely getting in my mouth!
By the time they were finished, my hair was drenched, my make up was destroyed and the clothes I had on were torn! My body was so bruised I couldn’t get up. They picked me up and threw my naked body in the back of a filthy pick up truck. Then they drove me to my street and rolled my body out of the truck! The pavement stung as I hit the ground!
I read in the paper the next day that a fraternity house was being shut down for their illegal and immoral initiation rituals. Too bad! It was nice to have a few guys in town that know how to treat a girl!