There is actually a prequel:

Mindtrap - Annabel the Cannibal saga (mutilation, debreasting, noncons, some cons) [Repost]
Anonymous 04-Jul-16 20:39 # 5985
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This will be parts 1 through 3. If someone has the 4th part I'd love to see it again.


Part 1 - Break


My name is Annabel, and I love girls. They're soft and smooth, and taste so divine. Their perky breasts that I just love to suck on, their hot little pussies that I like to stick my tongue and fingers into. I love to listen to their whimpers as I massage their soft tender nether regions with my mouth, licking up their orgasmic juices. I really love eating the pussy of a beautiful girl.

I also love to listen to their screams as I deprive them of their most intimate possessions. You see, I'm also a cannibal. I really, really love eating the pussy of a beautiful girl. Annabel the Cannibal.

I wonder if my parents had some sort of premonition when they named me?

I'm in the apartment of my latest victim. She's a gorgeously cute little blonde thing. I can't wait to sink my teeth into her. I've already stripped her, and she's tied to the bed in front of me. I wonder what's going through her head? Maybe she thinks I'm preparing her to be raped by a male accomplice. So few of them ever expect me to be dangerous. They see another girl, not a predator. I'm very good at hiding my nature. I've been watching this girl for weeks. I made sure she lives alone. Wouldn't want to be interrupted. I also had to make sure her apartment was a safe place to play. It's perfect. No visibility from outside, nice thick soundproof walls. People value their privacy so much. I value it more.

She's trying to tell me something through the gag in her mouth. Aaah! She's so adorable. All helpless and vulnerable. I'm getting wet just from anticipation. I start to undress myself. Her eyes go wide in surprise, causing me to giggle. You'd think this possibility never crossed their mind.

I let the last of my clothing slip to the floor, and let her watch me stroke my labia. I insert a couple of fingers and bite my lip in bliss. Mounting the bed, I move between her legs and attach my mouth to her genitalia, pushing my tongue as far as it can go into her vagina. She squeals as I lick her relentlessly. The fingers of my free hand replace my tongue, and I find her clitoris and suck it into my mouth. She's starting to leak a bit now, her squeals turning to moans turning to panting. I love making them come one last time.

I wonder, if they ever knew what I was going to do to them afterwards, would they still be able to become aroused? I'll have to tell one of them one day. Maybe. After all, I love to surprise them.

Shes peaking now. I look up and see her eyes are crossed, unfocused. Her juices are flowing freely as she orgasms. It's time. Her clit is still in my mouth and I bite down hard. She doesn't notice at first, in the middle of her orgasm, but as I clamp my teeth on her little bud and grind them together, she becomes all too aware of what is happening to her womanhood. Her screams are no longer ones of bliss, but cries of shock and fear. Her blood is filling my mouth, and I'm unable to bite all the way through her clit, so I have to tug on it a bit, until finally her little pleasure center comes away from her body.

Her severed clitoris is in my mouth! I'm in heaven, rolling her little former organ around on my tongue. She's in hell, screaming into her gag as her blood soaks into the sheets beneath us. My fingers pump away in my pussy as I orgasm. I wonder if I should try using a vibrator in the future?

I climb up to her chest and straddle her chest. She's looking at me with big doe eyes. She doesn't even know what I've done, all she knows is that her pussy hurts like hell. I'll enlighten her. I reach into my mouth and take out her well-chewed clitoris. It's still retained most of its shape, but she doesn't recognize it at first. Oh, wait, there it is. She's starting to cry. Yeah, she's figured it out. I smile at her and stroke her cheeks and face with her clit, rubbing it across her gagged lips. I grin and pop it back into my mouth. She watches me chew on it for the final time before swallowing. i feel it moving down my throat. It's wonderful. I love the feeling. I love knowing she just watched me eat her precious organ. I can feel it inside me, a glowing beacon of warmth in my stomach.

Her expression is one of horror, and it turns to fear as I crawl back down to her pretty little privates. I'm hungry. I attack her labia, biting them, pulling on them with my teeth, to the sounds of her muffled shrieking. They're stretchy and hard to bite through, but they have limits. Piece by bloody piece, I managed to bite off and devour her labia, one fleshy mouthful at a time.

Finally I looks down at her pussy. I make sure I've eaten all of her fun sexy bits. There's nothing left down there now, just a bloody hole in the place of where she once had a lovely flower. Surprisingly, she's still conscious. Usually by this point I have to revive my victims. She's quite tough for her size. I wonder if she works out?

I crawl up to her perky chest and look into her eyes. I take out her gag. She just makes a little whimpering noise. I guess all that screaming tired out her throat a bit. That's fine by me. I turn around and lower my pussy onto her face. She struggles a bit, but I growl at her and tell her to suck on my clit. I pinch and twist her nipples until she complies. I feel my clit go into her mouth and she begins to suck while I caress her pale breasts. It doesn't take long for her to bring me to a second orgasm. She didn't bite my clitoris off. I wonder why none of them ever do? You'd think after mutilating their tender parts they'd want a bit of payback. Maybe they're just scared. Maybe they think I might hurt them more if they don't treat me nicely.

I look down at her breasts as I squeeze them. It occurs to me I've never eaten a girl's breast before. I wonder what they taste like? Inspired, I hop off her face. She starts to plead with me to let her go, telling me she won't call the police, she just needs to get to a hospital. I hate it when they beg. It makes me feel like a bad person. I force the gag back in her mouth and everything is alright again.

Wandering into her kitchen I look around.I spy a wooden block at the end of the bench and walk over to it. Pulling out the biggest knife I let out an appreciative gasp as I inspect the blade. It looks very sharp. I hurry back to my victim and straddle her stomach this time. Her eyes widen with fear as I bring the knife into view and place the edge of the blade against the side of her right breast. She starts trying to tell me something through the gag. I don't really pay attention. Instead I grip her tit with my free hand and begin to cut, spilling crimson across her chest. The rest must have let her throat get better because she starts screaming in earnest again. Her breast is quite hard to hold, covered in sweat like it is. It makes it difficult to cut properly, and I have to start sawing with the knife to cut my way through the tissue.

I wonder what it feels like to have your breasts cut off? I hope I get to find out one day. My mother always said you should try new things. Maybe I'll meet a nice girl like myself one day and let her cut my tits off. Maybe if I can't find anyone I'll cut them off myself.

The knife completes its journey across her chest and her detached breast comes away in my hand. Holding it by the nipple, I lay the knife down on her stomach and poke it. The breast, not the knife. It's all stretched out and long, dripping blood onto her already bloody chest. It looks and feels very weird. I stare at it in wonder while she stares at it in disbelief. I guess this is a new experience for both of us.

I hold it by the bottom of the breast instead, and watch as it changes shape. It feels kind of like a water balloon. I lift it to my mouth and gnaw around the edge of the cut a bit, biting off pieces of her breast and eating them. Looking down at her I see she's starting to get a bit woozy. I lean down to her remaining tit and lick her nipple slightly, before wrapping my mouth around it and biting it off. She barely makes any noise her eyes becoming unfocused as I chew on the rubbery titbit. I guess the fun is over.

I turn around, picking up the knife, and cut out what is left of her vagina. I'd rather the police don't make the link to cannibalism. The media would be on it like sharks. Too much attention. Without that it's just another murder in a big city, nothing out of the ordinary. Even though I've left the odd print on her, I should be fine. My prints aren't on record, and there's nothing to link me to her. It's funny, the police just don't tend to suspect a woman like me of a sexual crime. They go after the guys and end up with a bunch of false leads, by which time I'm long gone. She's not moving any more. I drop the pussy meat into a sealable plastic bag, and get another one for the breast I removed. I'll take them home and cook them up for a meal later tonight. I wonder how I should cook her breast?

I take a quick trip into her shower and clean myself off. Dressing, I nonchalantly make my way out of her apartment and head downstairs. I step outside to the night sky. I think I've had enough of this city. Best not to hang around in one place too long.

I wonder what Paris is like at this time of year?