Category: Blasphemy phone sex

Meat locker lockup leads to pound town

Bondage phone sex

You filthy bastard, locking me up with the dead hanging above my head. Humans, animals, skulls all kinds of body parts, dripping, bloody, covering my cold naked body that you’ve been torturing for hours already.

My master is a sick fuck, and is always willing to lend me out to other men who are masters too, like you? You wanna cum play? He sits back with his shades on, stroking his fat shaft as I’m throating a fatty nob, and getting fucked in the ass at the same time. Sweating, jerking, begging them to stop. You love this shit, and my little sliced and diced clam is so torn, spewing bloody cum drops. Meat market lockup turns me out, twisting my gutted pussy rusted raw. Thrusting me into submission, I can’t get out of this evil fucking filthy dead den, covered in cum blood, spit jizz and raw meat.

Smacked in my face with ribs every time I try to resist, butt plug chained to the wall, on my stomach with my legs spread, taking that dick in, letting them blow me off, over and over. Choked out, barely breathing, I reach up for help, would you like to be my master?

Gang-Banged by a Hundred Men

Young voice phone sex🌟 An Erotic Dream Come True 🌟

Hey there, dreamers, are you ready to dive into a fantasy that will make your wildest desires seem tame? Imagine being the center of attention, the star of your very own gang-bang, with a hundred men lined up just to pleasure you. It’s every woman’s secret fantasy, and tonight, I’m here to share mine.

In my erotic dream, I was a sultry seductress, invited to a special event—a twenty-four-hour sex marathon, where the goal was to make as many men cum as possible. A million-dollar prize was on the line, but for me, it was all about the thrill. I was determined to be the champion, to take on this challenge and conquer every man in sight. As the marathon began, I was a vision of lust, wearing a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination. The men, a diverse group of all shapes and sizes, were eager to please, and I was more than willing to accommodate them. I started by taking two at a time, sucking and riding them until they couldn’t hold back any longer.

Each man brought something unique to the table, from skilled lovers to rough and ready studs. I let them have their way with me, using my body to bring them to the brink of ecstasy. The sounds of pleasure filled the room, a chorus of moans and gasps as I guided them to their climaxes. As the marathon progressed, my body became a temple of pleasure, each orgasm intensifying my desire. I was a master of multi-tasking, taking on multiple men at once, letting them explore every inch of my body. The sensations were overwhelming, a blur of touch and taste, each man adding to the growing pleasure.

The dream felt so real, so intense, that I could almost feel the heat of their skin, the roughness of their beards, and the power of their thrusts. It was a rush of adrenaline and desire, a true marathon of pleasure that left me craving more. When I awoke, the memory of the dream lingered, leaving me with a deep sense of satisfaction. It was an unforgettable experience, one that made me question the limits of my desires. Was it just a fantasy? Or was it a glimpse into a hidden part of my soul?

If you’re curious to explore the depths of your own fantasies, give me a call, and we can share our secret desires. Let’s make our dreams a reality, one erotic adventure at a time. 🔥💋

My punishment for being a bad slave was gangbang Torture sex

Torture sexTorture sex is going to punish my pussy so bad. My life was supposed to be all about obeying my Master’s every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating. But I failed him. I got knocked up, and not in the way he intended. He wanted me to be his breeding whore, but my cunt didn’t obey. I lost it. Now, here I am, facing the consequences of my disobedience. My Master has decided that we need to start all over again.
He will train me properly this time, and I’m afraid he might just get rid of me if I don’t comply. The thought of suffering horrible pain with snuff porn scares me shitless. As his hot snuff whore slave, I’ve endured countless humiliations and perversions at the hands of my Master and his friends. But nothing could have prepared me for the punishment he had in store for me this time around. It was a gangbang session, and it was designed to break me down and make me submit completely. I was tied up, helpless, as one after another, they took turns fucking me, filling me up with their cum.
It hurt so much, but I couldn’t scream or protest. That would only make things worse. All I could do was take it and hope I would somehow survive this ordeal. And then, as if the physical pain wasn’t enough, they started discussing my fate. They debated whether I was worth keeping as a breeding whore or if I was just Snuff sex meat, good for nothing but suffering and death. The thought of being discarded like trash, used up, and then thrown away, terrified me. But even in my darkest moments, I couldn’t help but cum.

Genuine Snuff sex slave is buried alive for Satan

Snuff sex My Snuff sex slave life revolves around the insatiable lust for pain and pleasure that only a select few can truly understand. I’ve been buried alive for Satan, and I’ve never felt more alive.

As I lay there, under the dirt, I can feel the cold, damp earth pressing against my naked flesh. The worms and insects crawling all around me. The darkness is my only companion, and the silence is deafening. But don’t be fooled – my heart is racing, and my body is alive with anticipation. This is what I live for.

The memories of my past life as a mere mortal are fading away, replaced by the raw, primal instincts that drive me now. I was once a naive girl, trapped in a world of mediocrity and boredom. But then, I discovered the tantalizing world of evil Snuff porn. 

The thrill of watching others suffer and die for my pleasure awakened something deep within me. I knew I had to be a part of it. And now here I am forever a slave for a Master and together we spill blood or I offer up my own to the Dark Lord. I am willing to go as far as my Master wants, I just hope I get to live long enough to open the gates of Hell.

 

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Torture

knife play phone sexI choose knife play phone sex every time. You see, I consider myself a wicked butcher. Plus, the knife seems more versatile as a weapon and less traceable.  Even though, if I snuff someone, I never leave the body somewhere it can be found. Nature helps me dispose of human remains. People bury bodies and get caught. Do not bury a corpse. Leave it in a wooded area for coyotes, wolves and bears to eat. Trust me. They will eat it. It seems like resources are thinning for wild animals, so they appreciate the free meal.

Wild animals make great accomplices. Trust me. I know something about this. I try to offer the wildlife behind my home a sacrifice weekly. Sometimes, I have a busy week, and they get a few bodies. Oddly enough, Easter brought out more annoying folks than usual. I thought if they were religious, I would see more kindness in folks. But I saw people spouting Christianity but acting quite the opposite. So, I gave a few women like that blasphemy sex.

Nothing Worse Than a Hypocritical Mean Girl

One of the cunts I killed, told me Goth girls need Jesus. Called me a Satan worshiper when she rammed her cart into my cart at the grocery store. She looked angelic in a pretty church dress, but she spewed such garbage, I knew she needed to die. Normally, I plan my kills more, but I watched this woman harass most of the other folks in the store for one reason or another. Her death would be a favor to the world. I followed her home. And I watched her house for 6 hours to see she lived alone. No surprise there. Who wants to marry a cunt.

Her house seemed easy for me to break into. As I checked out her home, I grabbed a few of the crosses she had adorning the walls. I shoved one down her throat as I told her fuck her god. And I took another cross and rammed it up her cunt while praising Satan. I drugged her while she slept, then tied her up. She woke up when crosses impaled her body. Torture sex with crosses amused me. She bled as I fucked her to death. Ripped her flesh from her body with the crosses. Destroyed her girl parts. And disemboweled her too.

I did not even need my knives for cunt number one. Turns out with enough strength, a cross makes an excellent instrument to impale the flesh with. And it added a little irony. A so-called Christian died by the cross just like her dead god. I did not clean up the crime scene because I left no DNA.  But I did take her body with me and fed her to my wild animal accomplices. They had an Easter feast.      

Teenage Porn Star: A Bloody Tale of Torturous Entertainment

Teen rape pornHey there, sick fuck. You’ve got a real talent for twisting young minds and turning them into your own personal playthings.

And this is exactly what I am – your filthy little teen slut, here to do whatever you want with my body. You’ve got me so brainwashed that I’m willing to be used by anyone, even myself if it means making you happy. I’m nothing more than a worthless piece of ass now, created to entertain and cum for your camera. And you know what? I love every fucking second of it. I’ll bleed if that’s what it takes to make your pathetic cock hard and your dirty mind content. So come on, torture me some more. Make me scream and leak all over myself while I please you in ways no one else ever could.

I’m yours to use and abuse, after all.

Blasphemy sex goes hard with a Teen Devil worshiper

Blasphemy sex

 Blasphemy sex with a man who needs …

” nice cracked skull, tiny young cunt-hole, bloody ripped-opened shithole makes daddie’s fuckrod rock hard! amen. Praise jesus! “ 

  Blasphemy sex makes you evil and you can never repent!

Worshiping the horrible acts of sin that you do and giving glory to your God is just about the most blasphemous thing and sp ludacris really. We all want to dabble in the dark arts and murdering and rape fantasies go hard with this devil worshiping slut!This devil-worshiping slut is ready to explore your darkest fantasies and desires. She’s eager to please and will do whatever it takes to satisfy your cravings. Let her guide you through the depths of your depravity and experience the ultimate blasphemy. 

Forget your Jesus, and Holy God you are in dark evil territory with me.  

Blasphemy phone sex with a teen devil worshiper

I would love to see you try to walk in a church on Sunday after the unspeakable acts we jerk off to!

You might set the Temple. Cathedral and place of worship on fire just by walking in the doors! 

Perhaps you’re the evil Priest boinking all the altar boys and seducing the young girls away from mommies for penance to mommies sins! 

For all things Blasphemy phone sex let me lead you astray into the world of Lucifer’s ambitions!

Woe is my pussy as a Gothic Phone Sex slut who just wants to ride a stiff one.

Gothic Phone Sex

As a younger one, I was on the goth side of life. Loved the whole thought of being that dark and macabre slut who’d bone a dead guy if his dick was the right size. Or a dude was defile my holes with his fuck rod, while I’m powerless to do anything. Cause I wouldn’t have a beating heart.

But, I’d rather be the one who enjoys the stiffy. I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a heater going for the thighs, as my puss would keep the dip stick warm enough. Also, pussy stays wet, no lube really required.

Be as beautiful as that one scene in Nosferatu. Get to make sweet music one last time and have one hell of a ride while going out? Be as rough and gritty as you want to remember what they felt like?

One hell of a way to go. Gothic Phone Sex keeps just giving me ideas to play out too.

 

Sadistic phone sex finding the weakness and exploiting it.

Sadistic phone sex             Sadistic phone sex finding the weakness and exploiting it.  It must be remembered that everyone has something they fear. Being sadistic is finding it, exploiting it, hearing the blood curdling screams of torture.

            Next, we tie in the torture games with the sadistic mind set of a snuff whore like me. What do you get? A sadistic torture loving freak that has no boundaries, if they are made, I walk over them.

            Cocks and balls are meant to be to be infected and tied up. Clitoris gets the scalpel just like the penis. Circumcisions are meant to be torturous not some bar mitzvah. At the same time, I could see throwing a party to cut off the head of a penis.      

            Now that is wicked. Seriously, you get money to be mutilated. Mutilation phone sex parties I do so like it. Get your cock cut off and be mutilated and pay me to do it. Make it a party.

            To be sure the Jews got it right there. Quickly now, let’s all line up to have our dicks cut off and give money to one person and collect with the other hand at the same time. Who wouldn’t like that.

            Talk about being sadistic and finding a weakness to exploit. A whole religion does that.

leg’s up, knee’s to the chin, open pussy, controlled by an evil cult

Blasphemy phone sex

It was a Sunday morning you made me go to church, Jesus, watching all the sworn men praying, makes my tight little bald pussy itch for more. I’ve been sworn as evil due to my Blaphemy sex in the back of the church with you. collecting all the bibles, then burning them in the back once all leave, turns me the fuck on baby! You pushed me up against the back church wall, choking me with one hand, taking your rape fantasies out on my cherry popped cunt. I’m left bleeding, soaking with your white creamie cum stains down my leg, no longer the virgin I prayed to god about.

Used and abused for those seeking to snuff, choke, slash, slashed knife play on my hot little petite bald torn up puffy muff, the evil one’s who now worship satan from the church use me to torture and abuse me, control my mind to worship evil. I’m forced by my leader to shave my vag and ass completely baby bald everyday for those who wish to control and dominate me. I’m made to burn and piss on all bibles, never pray to god, on all fours in front of all in our cult members, our plight against god.