Its My dinner time. 01:29 Feb 13 2012
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Its My dinner time.
Chapter 1
Its late, its eleven o'clock pm and I am hungry, yet I have to finish cleaning here. I have to clean all the crap that the students of evening courses leave behind them. None of them have a sense of respect. None of them have a sense of civilization, or common sense to get their lousy ass from those chairs and throw the rubbish in to the bin. Instead they leave the mess behind them on the desks, canteen tables, or even throw them on the floor.
I am mad and tired and also hungry. Tonight cause of those douche bags I had to say late and couldn't go out hunting for my daily prey. For a young lamb that lost herself in the dark. A young female with that tender skin. I am itching for that flesh, for her blood so sweet and warm and delightful to taste. that hair that ruffles itself while she walks. I am itching, starving , and yet burning with anger. Tonight I will go for one older person to venge my anger on and then I will tear off the organs, and keep them in the jar to preserve them. That would be mmmm delicious for a stew or in wine and garlic? It shall be tonight so now I will finish the work and go hunting for the prey.
It's my Dinner time (2nd part)
From the school building after finished work I went into my pick-up rusty van and drove home. While I was driving home there was nothing but darkness outside the road. No street lights so far, but my car's bright lights.
I was driving slowly and normally like I always do and my radio that was playing The House of the Rising Sun was giving me the right atmosphere and calmed me a bit down apart I was disappointed that I couldn't go out and fetch my dinner. Somehow out of the blue I spotted a silhouette, that was walking there in the dark and I couldn't tell at first if it was female or male and the age like. Slowly I drove near that silhouette and it was a female, but wasn't much of a child. she seems to be on 20's and from the clothes and how she walked, seems to be a trouble maker yet all drunk or kind of stoned with some dope.
I hit the clack-son and she looked at me yet I couldn't see her face well. So I jumped off from my driver's seat and shouted if she needed help. She looked back. Her face was full of mascara and swollen yet bloodshot eyes and bruised lips.
I was wondering what the bloody hell happened to her and yet didn't ask her. I just wanted to go home but then my stomach was telling me not to, and keep telling me to grab something good to eat.
I shook the idea of seeing her as my dish that moment. Her clothes were all ragged and thorn. I could even see her breast thanks to my car's brights.
I asked her if she wanted a lift to the taxi agency and leave her there or to the police station to state a report, but she only asked me if I could take her home.
I couldn't take her home though cause in the state of the shock she was in, she forgot her purse, handbag at a place the she was walking away from and also forgot where she lived. She was a foreigner. Her accent wasn't English nor Irish, German.
While she seems to be dozing off in my van, I was giving a quick glances and I could see that she got a nice plump body. Those beautiful large white legs and her arms and cleavage looks soooo delicious and was tempting me. I was like drooling. I don't know if I was hungry or was just being a horny son-of-a-bitch but remembering well its been like ages that I hadn't got laid. I drove to my place instead and took her inside. It was a difficult job for me since its like carrying a dead weight body more to add she got a large weight on its own.
I took her down the basement. Put her down the floor slowly enough not to wake her up.
Its My dinner time. (Part 3)
Went to the corner of the basement, cleared my tools from the table, washed it and cleaned it, well disinfected it too. If this is body that lies on the floor is going to be my dinner I have to make sure that the body remains healthy.
I pulled the heavy stainless steel table into the center of the room. Grabbed the girl from her left arm and with some good effort I lifted her up on my shoulder and had shifted her slowly on it.
I pulled out my beautiful and shiny large case and opened it. There are no money or treasure to be sold. No. These are my sweet babies, that helps me during the cutting. These are my knives.
I got a nice victorinox that is my favourite. This toy of mine can cut, chop and mince. Its full tanged, forged blade with plastic over molded handle and helps me during my work. Its easy and cleaner like this.
Then I pulled out another knife, that is called most likely a Beef Splitter Cleaver 14" Heavy Weight Blade, and with this I can be able to taking the abuse of any processing environment. It will be fast to dismember her neck without any struggles.
The third one; The 12 inch Granton Edge Slicer that will fill with juices when the meat is cut, allowing for a thin, even cut.
*licking my lips while touching the blade of the slicer and looking at that unconscious body that is laying on my table, gives me chills yet so excited of what I am going to do with it*
First I placed the body of this little whore in a position that can be good for cutting. Tied her ankles and wrists well tight with the chains that the can't move if she wakes up. I stitched her mouth and used wax on it so she can't open it to scream. All she can do is moan in pain or faint or even better to die. But I can't let her die. I need to feel her fear, feel her tender living skin under my bare hands. I woke her up by throwing an extreme cold water to her ugly puffed face. Slowly she opened her eyes and seems like she's still dizzy from the alcohol that she had been drinking. I slapped her face lightly to get her back to her senses quickly.
After two minutes or tree, she seems to regained her senses. Suddenly looking at her, I could see, her face became paler and her eyes wide open looking at her wide spread eagle like arms and legs yet tied she started panicking. Started moaning loudly but none of the sound can reach outside the mud stained windows or upstairs. No one can hear her.
She tried to struggle hard but in vain. It was hopeless. But she still was struggling. I have to say that she is fighting to free herself. I Slapped her face hard and tears were coming out this bitch's eyes.
Its Dinner Time (Part 4)
Wondering what is her next reaction I looked at her face for long eight minutes or so, and then got impatient. I glanced at her body. Her breast was avereage size it seems. No sexy bra underneath. Actually she wasn't wearing any. Slowly I started to touch her face, then her neck, moving down her chest. Mmmmmm ..............her chest is soft and rounded from the shape. At least that is what my hand is feeling. I really wanted to taste them that moment. My mouth was all watery from the desire and started to drool fervishly like a fucking starving wolf looking at the tender nice lamb that is in front of me. I start to caress her more and touching with my index finger, her nipple. So soft but its getting harder little by little. The girls is shaking her head giving me sign of a huge "NO". This of course pleased me, cause her body is saying the opposite. Her body want to be touched. Her fat body is being aroused yet she wants to deny it. Can't accept to be touched by evil twisted motherfucker like me. *LOUD LAUGHTER*. Now, now now, why are you rejecting me bitch? Can't you see that your body is not agreeing with your wishes? You will enjoy it, do not worry. I will rip these disgusting clothes from you, and then wash your body from this dirt and then I will make you feel pain and pleasure can be quite exciting. Don't you want to feel real high and feel the pure adrenaline? " Continuing touching her more I ripped off the upper side of her dress. She was coughling and crying and muffling, struggling as much as she could, but still so hopeless for this chic. I could see her perfectly shaped breast, so white and her light brown nipples. She smelled of sweat, fear and I could hear her heartbeat going extremely fast. I needed to calm her down. Its useless if she dies on me right now. If she dies now, no toying, no torturing and no screwing her. I want to see her alive while I am dismembering her. I want to see her face and her refusal while I am fucking her hard enough to break her insides. I want to see her in deepest pain while I am cutting off her fingers. I injected her a small doze of Seroquil, a tranquilizer of 25 mg. Its enough to make her a little sleepy but it will keep her heart at rest.
I decided to let the tranquilizer take a bit of effect, so I left her there and headed towards the stairs that leads upstairs. I feel like having a nice tea and read some newspaper or watch television. Switching on the cooker's smallest burner, and putting a full watered kettle, I was cleaning things up in the kitchen and getting stuff ready for the dinner. After all tomorrow I have an off from day work. While the kettle was whistling out and the teabag was already in my favorite mug and there were sugar cubes in the other bowl, I was reading my favorite page of the newspaper. I was reading who got killed 3 days ago and the body or better to say a corpse with some huge human chunks that were torn off. Even the biceps were missing. And its very shocking that the corpse seems belongs to a small kid, aged 15. Gender: Male, Hispanic and also his eyes were taken off, his lips were double stitched and well refined way too. His thumbs were chopped off. More blood there was on the scene. The Forensics also found his shirt from the front near the belly was more deeply soaked with blood and mud. Opening the shirt slowly they saw more stitches from the left to the right and straight up to the heart. This is the 20th teenager that had been brutally murdered. Of course this would only please me, since its my work of Art that managed to get everyone attention. The police want to keep quite but the newspaper agents does not. Of course The parents are panicking. And also other people. Good all is good.
Its My dinner time. (part 5)
My tea time has finished and the news too. My stomach started to complain somehow so I had to go down and continue the Show Time second part.
Down the stairs I went, and somehow it was all quite now. no more chains moving sounds, no more muffling and moans or muffled cries of that shitty whore. It makes me want to play with her more, after all its going to be a very long night, so I am going to take all the time. No need to worry about the time, neighbour-hood, or sounds. Just focus on my prey.
when I arrived at the last step, I turned around the corner of the room there in the dark I was hiding observing towards the center of the room. Where the table is. Where my lovely delicious food is laying. She is calm now. There looking blank at the ceiling. Her make up is total disaster. Her mascara washed down on her cheeks like she has been crying hard too. Her eyes are swollen and bloodshot, reddish puffed bloodshot eyes would have made a normal man in misery or make him feel pity for her but for me is total arousal. It made my penis hard. Its telling me to fuck her hard and rip her apart. It is indeed what I feel that her body is telling me. Her eyes, and mouth that I stitched so delicately and nicely too, by adding wax on it. Her beautiful breast is Telling me to bite it and sucking hard and slap them hard.
I came from the north side of the room where her head is lays. Touching her head softly and my fingers caressing her hair. So soft and nice. Beautiful smell you should say but in reality it smelled of marijuana, and other kind of herbal smoking shitty pot that these kids like to take as a drug to relax themselves or make them high enough.
I went back at the right corner of the room, where a basin was and if you bend yourself down, you could see a galvanized metal bucket. Took it and put it in the basin to fill it with water. Cold water, some shampoo and a conditioner. Got back to her again. I washed her hair. It was a very cold temperature so the water was cold enough to get her back to her senses again. It shocked her a little. I careful washed her hair, with water, used shampoo and if it got in to her eyes its not my problem. I dont need her eyes, and she can't scream much right? *chuckles*. Then after washing it again and rinse it to use shampoo I made sure to make the chains from her arms more tighten up to lift her in sitting position of 90 degrees. I dried her hair and I shaved her head to zero. Kept her hair into a jar for my collection. I love collecting hair. I simply add some oil so the hair won't get too dry or deteriorate itself.
I looked at the girl again. She looked at me in bewilderment and looks like she is going to cry again.
"HEY BITCH!!! STOP CRYING RIGHT NOW. ITS ANNOYING. IF YOU DON'T STOP NOW I AM GONNA BREAK A BONE OR TWO. " I yelled at her and then spit in her face. I pulled with force the neck chain towards me and made sure her left ear came exactly with my mouth, while I whispered clearly these words " You better stop crying because if you make me really mad the next thing that will happen to you is plucking your eyes out of their sockets and fry them. And I never bullshit. "
She stopped whimpering for now. Good cause when I am starving my head start to throb hard and puts me into a real bad mood. I started again grabbing her tits, licking them, and biting hard on the nipples. I didn't notice I had bit it that hard enough to made the nipple bleed. I got more aroused now. While biting more and sucking more blood from it and licking it I was masturbating hard with one hand and the other pinching hard with my nails the other nipple and slapping it. Turned to the other side and did much more the same but biting every side of the breast and extremely hard enough to make her shake hard to throw me off from her. But no, I was being all clingy. MMmmmmm .............. taste soooooo good. I ripped off all her dress. Tore her panties to my pit-bull and it seems that she is on her period. My pit-bull got aggressive with the smell and aroused. Tore her garment with his teeth in few seconds and was growling at us.
I saw her panicking and for some reason I didn't like her reaction so I puncher her hard on the jaw to quite her down. I ungracefully opened her legs even wider and from her ankles pull her to me. I took a rod was very large for her cunt, I dare say but I decided to drive it into her and make her eyeballs roll and sweat cold coming out of her skin. I rubbed it slowly with her pussy. At least it was not hairy but nicely shaved.
Mmmm..........licked my lips several times in a minute, I guess....... maybe I should just taste it. But first need to be washed. I grabbed the sponge and was clean to be always honest and a soap bar and washed that dirty yet tasty cunt well through and through and then I started fuck fingering her. There was a moan. Did I heard well? A moan? *snickers*
I slipped in her my finger again adding two more fingers and another more moans, unwanted ones it seems. She is fighting her sexual needs as it seems. I started licking it and with my tongue I hit the G spot. Its the most sensitive part in women's vagina where it drives woman so high into a very great orgasm.......
Part 6
Her body was shaking, with pleasure, fear, anger and frustration, tears were coming out again from her eyes and trying to free herself again. But she gave up as it seems but her body continues to tremble. *mmmmhhhhmmm* *mmhhfffm* those sure were moans and am sure she wanted to scream with pleasure. I stopped licking and started to sticking my finger in her ass. So tight. Good I have no intention using any lube or shit like that. the more pain it is the better. This is a glory to me. its like celebrating a birthday of my own with victim here. I pulled out my cock. and started to aim at her ass.
That pink virgin hole what was violated by my finger will be penetrated by my penis that is quite thick and large, and entered her a bit slow first, then I started to pound her hard, while with one hand i was holding her left thigh and with the other hand I grabbed a Mallet and hit her knee hard. There was a nasty crack sound and a muffled scream and more tears and agitated moves. Tried to kick me but she can't and I lowered the chains that ties her wrist and locked them with the table and I pounded them with hammer ball and on the nails too.
She tried to move her hand and fidgeting but no use as always. Also this time didn't try to scream. seems tired, I went were I was and continued what I was doing. Grabbed her waist and put my penis in her hole and started to slam her hard again and with the other hand I grabbed the swirling tool and I stabbed her thigh, and she jolted in shock and I pulled it out and stabbed her again in Tibalis Anterior. Its a Muscle that originates in the upper two-thirds of the lateral surface of the tibia and inserts into the medial cuneiform and first metatarsal bones of the foot. Its acts to dorsiflex and invert the foot. This muscle is mostly located near the shin. It is situated on the lateral side of the tibia; it is thick and fleshy above, tendinous below. The tibialis anterior overlaps the anterior tibial vessels and deep peroneal nerve in the upper part of the leg.
Her thigh went a bit numb for the moment and some blood was coming out and I licked the point her I stabbed. Mmm..... Delicious ...... her blood is very sweet and awesome. I am sure her flesh and her Organs must taste the same, or more better.
while I started to fuck her again I stabbed Sartorial part. Its a long thin muscle that runs down the length of the thigh. I am simply trying to make her legs dysfunctional while screwing her. I love it when they scream in pain. But I also love to turn them totally useless.
I posed the tool back to its place and headed for
P-ringed fork and stucked it in her right sided waist and jolted and moved more violently though having of of her leg numb and limp in the same time, I pulled it out and I re-did it again. Its like doing it to a nice dead pig ready to be butchered and to be cooked. I hit the girl in the face again and picking up the hook I threatened her if she stop screaming or crying I will use every means to give her a reason to scream more and cry more.
*There is no fucking way, that I will stop. I want to hear you SCREAM AND CRY TILL YOUR HEART STOP BITCH SO IF YOU STOP, I WILL BEAT YOU MORE IN A WAY THAT YOU CAN NEVER IMAGINE.*
*SLAP* another slap on her face, and I picked the sgrafitto Tool and I hit hard on her belly and started to pull towards me and tearing her flesh apart and screaming more and more. Of course can't be sounded as scream but muffled as always yet she was trying. *loud laughter* I hit the belly again and *oh la la there what is coming out here? *
A part of the small intestine was coming out of her tummy where I tore and a nice fountain of blood was spraying out from her and it tasted delicious. Too bad the poor thing didn't lasted long. She died when I tore her intestine out.
Such a waste. I pulled out all her organs and cleaned them well from the blood and put them into the jars with salted water and into the dark so they don't go bad but the heart, liver and kidneys I decided to put them in to the chest freezer.
I decided to clean everywhere in the basement and time to go to my real home. I even cleaned my clothes well with bleach and clean the washing machine filter, enough not to leave any clue or evidence. I parked my pick-up van far enough not to leave any suspicions around the house.
After walking for a while I saw nothing but the moon but the sky was becoming clearer from all black to bluish. But I was not worried cause I had the day off so I could sleep all day once I get home and nice hot shower.
It would be a great sleeping time now I had my victim and food ready for the night.
Chapter 2
Part 1
Its Sunday and I decided to go to buy some tools like rope, rat traps and some other stuff like rat poison. A normal person would think I want to hunt down some rats off from my property but from a person twisted sick motherfucker like me would think other wise. For us these are nothing but good toys to torture our prey before we have it on our plate.
That's right. I love eating human flesh and drinking fluids like sperm and blood. It taste so good when they are high, so horny and obviously extreme tension.
I was walking in the park since its sunny and nice and warm yet a little chilly wind pass from time to time and i noticed a young guy that was like at the age of twenties. He looked as if he is just a normal University student. A geek look in his face and good looking clothes not like other many kids who follow the fashion so well to be accepted in the society or other groupies. He was alone yet I noticed that he keeps using this white metal stick and it make weird sounds if he gets near something solid like the benches, trees or other. Found a bench, he sits on it, but stands up again and takes off the small bag pack from his back and puts it on the bench and he sits near it. Then he decides to use the back pack and open it and put his hand in it. And he pulls out a gun of 9mm caliber and I looked around and this part of the park no one comes near it cause its very wary and ugliest side. But seeing he is all blind it could be a good reason to come here not seeing how unsightly it is even to relax, but then how he managed preparing a gun? And Blind? This is something new, unless he had made someone put it there ready for him yet I do not know why I am hoping there is the secure thing on so he won't get hurt or die or do that to someone else, when he was just a fucking stranger to me. I could see the tears going down to that beautiful face and the hand was trembling hard enough to aim badly that can still kill him or hurt him in worst way than he is already or just save him.
Before I even knew it, I grabbed that bloody gun from his hand and took off the bullets and the battery off too.
He stood up angrily and yelled without aiming the glance " who is there? why did you took my gun? who are you to interfere in my business, huh? " While he was trying to hit me swinging badly as without aim yet knowing how to hit well if he knew where I positioning my self at. But I decided to tackle him and make him fall softly on the ground. For no reason again I didn't feel like hurting this buddy.
He lost his little useless fight and was very angry but his words were trying to make sense yet more confusion instead. He looked more sexy when he got mad. I decided not to make him part of my collection neither my food. I wanted to get to know him and see where is this going to take me. It might me quite foolish or good. It might be the death of me or someone who will make me happy and maybe even change my attitudes, my way of eating. I do not know. All I need is just to try this out and see if its a deadly trap or a blessing.
I helped him to get on his feet and made him sit on the bench, seized the stick and was wondering if its safe to hand it back at him or not since he might start hitting vaguely again and this time might even succeeding on hitting me. I don't want to loose my temper and do something I might regret later. Well regret........ in that case it will be just another victim and my food. But surely not a toy.
This guy seemed he was fuming a little but then calmed a bit down. Well that is all good and that is all I can say. I asked him " Mind if I sit down? " waited for the response. He breathed deeply and said " suite yourself. " Removing his bag and put it near his feet he bring out something else from the bag. That is a bottle of water and took a long swig and then put it back.
"So why were you trying to shoot yourself down?"
I asked him straightforward. I couldn't think how to ask him nicely so I had to go direct. After all to me he is just a kid. With kids you need to be direct or at least that how was that bitch of a mother with me.
"It's none of your goddamn business whoever you are. Why would I want to talk about my shit to a complete stranger, huh? It is not something that concerns you, right? It is not something that you will understand, is that right?" Sprouting words fast yet angry and teary and I could see that he was trying hard not to make his tears fall or start crying. I could understand he got his own pride or might as well he do not want to be seen hurt and being pitied if not taken fun of.
"Well in all these years of my life and experience I could see that you didn't see a way out of your problem or else you just wanna run away from it. So unless that is not true one of them or both try to explain it to me and see if something good or negative out of it. I will remain silent till you finish. I will give you my ear and then you decide if you want to hear my opinion or thoughts about it or just make me your ear and that is all. "
"Fine."His hand were all sweaty and nervous. and I decided to offer him a cigarette and he took it and I lit it up for him with my zipper. "I was at school last week and the school simply tell us its strictly forbidden to date with teachers. Well that is in every school of course. Teachers and students relationship should remain just at that and nothing intimate or any other shit. I was going slowly in the library to have some peace and there is a computer made purposely for those who are blinds and only one there is but since I am a freshman and just transferred here I couldn't find this damn computer room. Instead I entered in a section I don't know of. I could hear voices but not normal talking.
It was something dirty and lusty. I was sure that the voices were one of the students a male yet timid and a female adult one. He was like in pain but in the same time seemed to be in fear.
The female voice was blackmailing the stud. "Do you or you don't want to pass from your assignment? " and the guy was confused and saying he did want to pass but this is not right. Its going against the school rules and if someone finds out it will be the end of him. But the woman keeps going on strong on him and keep insisting and finally he failed from pushing her away. "Alright, alright what do you want me to do?"
"I could hear some chuckles from her" The female teacher- "Get down on your knees honey and now come near me." "I think I heard some sound on a desk or something I do not know. But someone might had put himself or herself in a sitting position and I think its the teacher. " The teacher said to the stud to get on moving since they don't have all day there " Now remove my panties with your teeth please and careful not to tear it apart." "And so he did cause she was praising him"
"Now start licking my cunt baby, and do it in circles. Do not worry, Its very clean come and show me what you are made of." and then I could hear her moans deep in so much pleasure and more cries from that filthy mouth of hers but I do not know why I felt totally hard on my cock and I felt like cumming without even touching it neither getting it out of my pants. I closed my eyes not that is going to make a difference being blind as I am but I could picture her well, with legs spread open, her shoes off ripping of a cloth or a fabric. I think its the pantyhose and slurping noises and her moans mmm damn I better stop here or I am going to get dirty again in front of a total stranger who will think I am a total freak. "
That moment looking at him all sweaty but this time nervous yet seemed with more pleasure and guilty for being this way in front of me, and not knowing me and his boner under those pants seemed that wanted to come out and being touched and put into someone's mouth.
Mmmm it would be great if I could see it all wet, big and hard calling me to put it into my mouth and suck it deep down in my throat and then make him suck my own deep till we both cum and never fucking mind of the public who sees or hear us. He got me all horny and I want him now. But what if I scare him and he decides to run off and get to bump in to someone saying there is a homo pervert here who was trying to grope him or to harass him or molest him. what I want is a consensual so there would be no shit at all.
Shit, fuck, shit and fuck, dammit!!!!!
I decided to offer him a coffee to a coffee shop instead, and maybe offer him some cake or something else. Corrupt him with kindness and all. It might lure this guy somewhere a little by knowing him a bit better so there won't be a bit mistake.
He accepted after a little hesitation, but that at eight in the evening he have to be at home. He have to take care of a pet that belongs to him and his roommate and I said all was cool.
There was a Ponderosa Cafe' a place where no one knows me at least but he said he never been there when I told him where we are going. First rule of a Predator is to get the trust of the prey he or she chose.
Life could be a bit simple if the prey has a handicap but less exciting. I want to feel the adrenaline but again I don't want this guy to be my prey or one of my many collections not even my food. If things go wrong I will simply kill him and dispose well of the body. No playing around.
We had sit down and gave a sign to the waiter and he came with a noteblock
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