It’s hard when you live with such Dark fantasies. Especially when you have such unnatural hungers like I do. It’s time to feed again, you my love are so good to me. I know you want me but you fear me and so you bring me my dinners. Tonight we have a young, delicious thing. A pretty girl who is all soft curves and soft flesh. We usually have men for dinner, but she was such a scrumptious treat we could not resist. So now she was sobbing in our basement, tied to the rafters. Begging for us to let her go, that she wouldn’t tell her mom and dad but she was so sweet. And the way she shivered when I kissed and licked from her ankles to her little bald pussy was just intoxicating. I knew you were jacking off as you watched us, I could smell it in the air. Your musk and precum just making my stomach growl even more and I wanted to eat so badly. So I took that little pussy in my mouth, my tongue pressing and massaging that inexperienced clit as my fingers slowly worked and teased that opening feeling it get wetter and wetter as she relaxed into my mouth. The pleasure overcoming the fear. I want to make her calm, relaxed, happy… Fear taints the meat, makes it bitter, no matter how fun the screams are. So as I finger her pussy, nibbled on her clit, her first orgasm building and building for me. You get ready, preparing the electric prod we purchased meant for slaughtering pigs and cows. Wait for her to scream, her back arch, as she cums all over my tongue and then you press the device to her forehead. She doesn’t have the time to process what just happened, her pussy still twitching and pulsing in pleasure as I move back. Her bowels emptying themselves as her body twitched and relaxed at the same time. The piss and shit dripping down her legs and into the drain. I stand up and kiss thoshate sweet innocent lips. “Oh, what sweet thing you are. You will be delicious.” and I bite that bottom lip, my teeth slicing through that young flesh even as you hose her down. Treating her like the cattle she is as I pull that bottom lip off, chewing it with a moan of pleasure. It’s one of my favorite bites. I move in taking each cheek, loving the sweet young flavor of the meat even as I hear you sharpening your knives to butcher my dinner. I can’t help but take little love bites off of her cheeks, neck, shoulders, arms. She’s just so delicious and there is nothing like the taste of fresh, sweet, young girl.
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