Category: Blasphemy phone sex

Bus ride from hell

castration phone sex I was taking the bus downtown something I am totally against, but I had to take it because my car was in the shop. When I think of bus stations and public transportation I see the oddest people. I suck up my pride and took the bus for the day. It wasn’t that bad the new buses were eco-friendly and surprisingly clean. The crowd was built of new college students and they were all freshman. They were immature and totally trying to cat call and make all the girls on the bus feel some type of way. I honestly thought I was going to get out and not see these guys ever again. I was so wrong. To my surprise, they got off at my stop and started to follow me. They cornered me tot he back ally by the bus stop. They made me get on my knees and suck each of their cocks. In my head, I was thinking about revenge. I was imaging cutting their cocks off for being evil assholes. I wanted to see them pay for making me their cumslut.

Violent Phone Sex Whipping

Violent phone sexShe insisted that I call her “Granny”. She’d picked me up on the side of the road passing through Virginia the other day, and brought me back to my place. She said it looked like I hadn’t seen a good meal or a nice bath in weeks. She set me up in her master bath, and told me to make use of anything I found, as long as I didn’t feel tempted to take off with any of it. When she’d left the room, I made myself at home, running a nice, deep bath in the huge garden tub. While that was running, I made use of the large mirror on the dresser across from her bed, undressing slowly. It started off as me making sure there were no noticeable scars or problem areas, and turned into me fingering my nipples and then my cunt. I’d no sooner laid back on her bed, fingers on my snatch, than Granny walked back into the room and caught me at it. She got so mad that she turned red in the face. Now, being an elderly lady, you’d think she’d be more frail, but that heiffer dragged me by the hair down the hall and out the back door. She brought me over to the shed, and pulled out an old whip. She tied me up bent over a sawhorse, and started to lay into me with that whip. By the time she was done, my ass had lines and gashes all across it. I wasn’t going to be sitting down for a few days. Granny said I could stay the next few days, let her take care of me, as long as I didn’t commit sin in her house again.

Exposed and fucked

Blasphemy sexMaster took me to church this morning and forced me to strip down in front of all the attendees. I felt really used up in all the best yet worst of ways by being forced to expose myself to hundreds of random strangers. But here’s the best part, Master wanted me to have some super naughty private time with the priest of the church, so he forced me along to the back room and shut the curtain on me. Soon after, the priest entered the room and told me that he had specific instructions from my Master as far as how he is going to handle me. Master told him that I need to be repented of all my sins and that it was going to take a lot of work to make that happen! The priest took a crucifix and strapped my ankles to the ends of a table so that I was spread open as wide as I could possible be! The crucifix was long and sharp, the perfect tool for the priest to rip open my insides while force fucking my cunt. Trying to clean and rid me of all my sins seems nearly impossible, I have been way too much of a bad girl! The crucifix fucking destroyed me, I was gushing blood and internal tissues and guts were oozing out of my fuck holes. I was being stabbed to death it felt like. Master finally came into the room and intervened, telling the priest that his work was done and we would be headed home. Once we got back to the house, Master gave me a good beating with his fists just to top it all off. I know that this is what I deserved! Blasphemy sex always makes me extra fucking horny and Master loves taking advantage of that!

Castration Phone Sex with Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is by far my favorite. I am not a man hater. Guys think that because I like removing some dude’s nuts that I am some ball busting male hater. I look at what I do as charity. I am stopping the spread of stupidity. I am stopping the spread of misogynistic behavior. If a guy begs me for junk removal, he is no man. He doesn’t deserve his testicles. Those are for winners. Many times, however, I take a guy’s junk for free. I consider that charity. I did some fine charity work over the weekend. The mall is my hunting ground. Usually when I am there, however, I am hunting young flesh to exterminate. I have noticed a dirty old pervert stalking the jailbait for weeks. Facial recognition programs told me he was on the sex offenders list. He diddled some young girls and showed his old creepy genitals to some other girls playing in the park. He was clearly hunting new victims. I appreciate other sick fucks, but I do hate a certain type of P man. The ugly fat slobs with no game who even a fat ugly girl would reject. I confronted him. I explained I knew who he was, and I would report him for violating his parole. He tried to pull a knife on me in the food court. I knocked it out of his hand and pushed him into a public restroom. I yanked down his pants, laughed at his small pecker and cut off his balls. Right then, I de nutted the creeper.  I had nothing to stop the bleeding because I planned on drugging him and doing this at home. I flushed his nuts down the toilet and told him he won’t be preying on young girls again. I walked out of the bathroom with a big smile. I heard later a man had been rushed to the hospital, the victim of a violent castration. He is an old pervert who preyed on young girls. The list of suspects who wanted his balls, I was sure was long. It was a charitable castration.

Gothic Phone Sex Rite on Friday the 13th

Tonight’s the night for some all out Ritualistic sacrificial gothic phone sex fantasy play. I’ve the perfect prey chosen to take captive and use for some torturistic rituals in an old abandoned church. With crucifixes and holy water/ vodka cocktails, and young virginal blood. We’ll rape fantasy the little bodies into bloody corpses as we slice at the young tender flesh and commit some extreme sinning and boozing.

I love to get wasted as we perform the blasphemous drunkard ceremonies reciting the fucking bible and laughing into the faces of the victims we will be offering to the evil fuck gods of our own sinuously sinister imaginations. I want to rub that virginal blood on me and then fuck like wild beasts into the midnight hour and beyond. Let us pray that the gates of Hell open and grant us access into the world of defilement and snuff.

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Yes Father may I have another?

I went to church for some reason a few days ago. Maybe feeling uneasy about all the things going on, fires, floods, it seems to be apocalyptic. I’m not in fear of hell or anything; don’t believe that type of thing. I think I wanted… no, actually I know I wanted to mark something off my fuck-it list. I had made an appointment with the priest of the local church in hopes of finding what I wanted.
I sat down in his office, it smelled old and musty, I couldn’t totally put my finger on it but I thought it smell like sex. The priest came in and sat behind his desk, folded his fingers together and said: “How can I help you, my spiritual follower?” I couldn’t help but start laughing, he was so pompous and self-righteous I didn’t feel nearly as bad about what I was going to do. I took my gun out from my purse, smiled and pointed it at the so called spiritual man. He looked startled of course and asked what I wanted and said I didn’t have to do this. He thought I was there to rob him, he tried to tell me drugs aren’t the answer and the church doesn’t keep money blah blah blah. I laughed more and said “I’m not here for your bullshit religion. I’m more evolved than believing the garbage you people try to spew.” I explained that I was there to just plain fuck with his head. I told him to call in his youngest nun into the rectory. He hesitated but I told him to think about what life would be like with a colostomy bag and catheter because I blew his dick off, but I would put the gun on his shaft and aim it towards his asshole. “How are you going to fuck little boys if you have no cock?” he said nothing but picked up the phone and called out to his secretary to bring in Marta the newest nun to join. We waited for her to come in, the “holy man” started to whimper a little. I just shook my head at the pathetic man. The nun knocked and entered. “Yes, father?” she asked. I turned around pointed the gun at her and told her to stand next to the priest. She quickly glided over to him, and my play began. “Father, lift her habit, let’s see the panties nuns wear.” The nun protested at first but the priest scolded her. Interesting, I have a feeling this has happened before. Her habit goes up and what do we see, black thong panties, thigh highs, and a recently waxed pussy.Blasphemy phone sexEven my eyebrows went up on that. The priest swallowed hard and I asked him if that made his mouth water. He only nodded with his head down. “I think you two have done this before, I want to see what you two do together.” The priest took her over his knee and began to spank her bare ass. She moaned with each smack. “Ah, you two are a set of kinky fuckers, huh?” I was all too happy to make them push what they do further. I told him to put his hand underneath her and play with her pussy while he spanked her harder. “But she’s a virgin.” I shrugged … “so what, do what I told you to do.” She doesn’t seem bothered by the instruction so I sat back and enjoyed the show. She moaned and gyrated with every smack and without prompting she yelled out “YES, YES father may I please have another!” holy shit I thought well this will be more fun than I thought.
Tune in next time when I finish this monster blog.

The Thugs’ Pet

Gangbang rape pornIt’s been 3 weeks and I’m still at the gangsters’ trap house. Every time my man shows up I think he’s taking me back to our house but he’s only there to get more crack. He sees the bruises all over my body but he doesn’t care. I plead and cry for him to rescue me, but someone slaps me to shut me up. Thug after thug fucks me in every hole until blood runs down my thighs. The big joke that keeps them rolling on the floor with laughter is keeping a leash around my neck and forcing me to crawl around on my hands and knees. They feed me dog food in a dog bowl and whip me with a leather belt if I try to use my hands to feed myself. I feel so humiliated, like shit on the bottom of a shoe. I cry out to God to rescue me, but I guess he’s ignoring me.

Gothic Phone Sex With Kali

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I hang out with a bunch of the weirdo outcasts at school. They started showed me this weird films of people having horrible things done to them but to be completely honest- it turned me on so much it was crazy. Watching all that blood and gore go down on film was intense. Seeing girls take cocks till they literally had their eyeballs popping out drove me crazy and made my pussy so wet it hurt. Seeing those chicks get kicked around, beat up and fucked hard just made me want to join in on the fun. Now me and the guys from the school are making our own little “art” films these days. We’ve been having viewing parties and it’s a fucked up blast. Me and the other goth kicks all decked out, listening to techno having orgies while our little fun movies play on the screen behind us. You’re more than invited to join!

Fuck My Slit Open Belly Button

Evil Phone Sex

 

Stupid silly me went home with a guy from the drugstore the other day. He just seemed to be so sweet and chill but that’s always how I end up into trouble. He couldn’t control himself, at least that’s what he kept saying while he was cutting me apart. He pulled his knife out and told me to relax. He tied me up and I followed his every order, him promising me that he wouldn’t hurt me but that was a lie. Then he cut me open at my belly button and fucked the hole he made inside my stomach. I was still alive, screaming and crying so hard like a little brat. Begging for my life but he didn’t care. He’d stop and kick me in the jaw or sides- then just go back to fucking that belly button he had cut open and finally finished by cumming inside my guts. I’m at the ER now and I can’t tell anyone what happened- can you give me a ride home?

Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.