Category: Blasphemy phone sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex Cemetery

Kidnapping phone sexI’d been swimming much of the day at the beach I’d found. I love the water, it makes me feel so peaceful. When I finally packed it in and started my journey on to the next town, whatever it may be, I headed west out of town. It wasn’t even a mile later that I came across an old cemetery. It looked like it hadn’t been visited in ages, with the grass starting to grow up over the tops of the headstones, except in one part. There was a group of headstones that had the grass all neatly trimmed. I stopped to explore, trying to figure out what was special about those graves. I guess it was a trap, because I’d hardly taken 3 steps in when I was snagged by a net that I hadn’t even known was there. Not a few minutes later, one of the graves shifted open, and a couple of guys walked up and out. They grinned down at me, fiving each other, before they lifted me up and started carrying me down into the grave. It was a deep tunnel, and it led a good distance, most of which I screamed and they laughed, before opening up into a massive chamber. There was a table of sorts, and they laid me on it. My legs hung off the one end, and my head hung off the other. They lifted my legs and shackled them to the table on either side, leaving my pussy open under the bikini bottom. They untied that, and shackled my arms to the legs of the table. One walked to the head of the table and told me I made too much noise as he shoved his hard dick into my mouth. He fucked my throat hard and deep, and I couldn’t breathe around him. I gasped for breaths as often as possible, trying to live as my pussy got plowed hard and deep by the other one. I hope like hell they don’t plan to keep me here…

Week V of Seven Deadly Sins Sloth

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So our next foray into the seven deadly sins this week will be is sloth. Sloth is a difficult term to describe because it can be defined with a few characteristics within a person, but what it boils down to is someone who just doesn’t want to do a damn thing and doesn’t think about anyone but themselves.
My guy has a friend whose wife is insanely lazy; she doesn’t work, cook, clean or fuck him. Clearly, she is a difficult woman to live with or be married to; so my guy came up with a plan. Her husband would deliver her to us with the notion of motivating her to less…much less slovenly.
She was delivered to us with tape on her mouth, a long trench coat on and a not so happy expression in her eyes. The two men exchanged words, then she was taken by the arm and lead to the basement door. Once my guy got her to the door, she started to scream and struggle as if she knew that was not a place she wanted to be. My guy stood in front of her and slapped her hard across the face until she composed herself. He whispered in her ear that this was going to happen whether she protested or not, but it would go more smoothly if she just cooperated otherwise she would experience a lot more pain than she could imagine. He looked back at her husband and said, well at least she is doing something, even if it is being uncooperative. I am so happy I am on my guy’s good side.

Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins

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As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.

My Jaw Hurts

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When my man is high he gets horny. But he only enjoys sex if it causes me pain. Last night I walked up and down 8th street hooking until I had $300 in my bra. My man took my money as usual and spent it all on crack. He stayed up all night smoking crack while I slept in our bed. I woke up to him pulling me out of bed by my hair. He forced me onto my knees and stuffed his hard dick into my mouth. “Touch me with those teeth and I’ll kill you bitch”, he grunted. I knew better and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I looked up and I saw the hate he had for me and I didn’t understand it. Sucking his cock is like torture because the crack numbs him and he can last forever. My jaw always locks up and I have to keep sucking through the pain or he’ll get violent. One time I tried to pull away and he literally knocked me out. I woke up curled up on the floor. I sucked and sucked and sucked. It felt like time was moving so slow and he wouldn’t nut. Tears fell down my face and he didn’t care, I think he likes it when I cry. My jaw hurt so bad but I didn’t stop. Fear pushed me on and I kept sucking. He finally came and I drunk up every drop of semen. He passed out and I cried myself to sleep. I prayed to God for the strength to leave this sadistic man. But I know He doesn’t hear me.

Evil phone sex with Ivy

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I’m craving something evil. Something so bad that you would have to repent and bathe in holy water to feel a little bit clean again. I mean if you believe in the joke of God and all that stupid bullshit that goes with it. I believe in what I see and I have seen some evil shit. Like a 9 month swollen belly getting sliced open with a rusty knife… hands ripping that big swollen belly open and pulling out that lifeless body. The new mommy screams as she watches the life she grew being used as a fucktoy! God thinking about it now makes my pussy drip. I love hunting for pregnant women. Their big milk filled breasts are so juicy and tender. Their big bellies are easily filled after you rip out that little fucking shit bag. I wonder which one of you has the balls to hunt for 2 with me!

Master’s Blasphemy Fantasy

Blasphemy sex MaceyWhatever Master wants, Master gets, no matter what it is or how fucking extreme it may be. His psychotic, sadistic mind decided to bring me to a church service and make me sit naked on the pew in front of the entire audience. It was pure and utter blasphemy! Master can be quite convincing and quite controlling, so when members of the church attempted to walk out upon seeing my perfect naked body, he would threaten them until they were sitting back down in their seat. There were men, women and youngsters all witnessing this appalling scene! Even the Priest was stopped in his tracks and didn’t know what to do. Master told everyone that he was doing this to show what your punishment is when you commit ungodly sins, and I was his prisoner. He bent me over the pew and shoved a hand held Bible up my pussy, causing paper cuts all inside of me! It hurt so fucking bad! The audience was screeching and quivering! The Priest about keeled over and went straight to Heaven! Master took out his camera and propped me up on the pew, making me finger fuck myself while he snapped photos of me. I worked the camera as best as I could, my heart was racing the whole time. After we left, Master punished me hard for being such a slutty whore in public, he tied me up naked, beat me and threw me outside in the dog house to sleep in the freezing cold!

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I’m laying in my bed when someone comes into the room. I look up to see the baseball bat swing across my face. It hurt like a bitch. He grabbed me and positioned me to were my ass was sticking up. He took the baseball bat and shoved it deep Into my ass. I screamed out in pain. My head was throbbing, I couldn’t see who it was. He kept pounding that bat into my ass as he shoved his massive veiny cock Into my soaking wet cunt. He pounded my tight ass hole with force. I begged him to stop. His cock was so big my fuck hole wanted more and more. Tears poured out of my eyes  as my tight bald pussy deceived me and my juices pour out around his massive prick. The bat tears at my loosened ass. I beg him to stop once more. Cry profusely I beg him to cum in my dirty who’re mouth. I tell him how I want to taste that delicious cum. He stops and lays Me on my back. He lays my head off the bed and shoves his huge throbbing cock deep into my throat. I cant  breath as he shoves it inside the back of my soaking wet mouth. His cock begins to pulsates as his thick white cream squirts into the back of my throat. I choke on it. He hits me over the head with the bat again. This time I black out .

Knife Play Phone Sex Keeps Me Busy

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is popular with me. I love sharp objects because they serve many purposes in my life. I have quite the collection too. I think my knife collection would make Michael Myers envious. I have been fascinated with them since I was a little girl. I much prefer to be a knife wielding bitch than a gun toting whore. There is no skill in a gun fight. It is luck and if your victim has no gun, it’s an easy kill. A knife fight requires precision and is an equal fight, well in theory it is at least. I have honed my craft over the years thanks to annoying fucks, tiny dick losers and spoiled brats. I can chop a cock or balls off with one clear slice. I can stab to kill, paralyze or disfigure with one hand movement. If you live after I stab you, it is because I want you to live. I don’t miss my mark whether it be your balls, your throat or your heart. I did a little handiwork this weekend. I have a signature slice like a graffiti artist’s tag. I know it is recognized because cops and coroners have mentioned it in news stories.

With a few exceptions, I kill or castrate folks who deserve it, so the police rarely investigate. Most of the folks I castrate actually pay me to do it so they say nothing unless end up in ER with a nasty infection. I had a Catholic priest pay me recently to remove his balls so he will stop molesting little boys. Not really because he was remorseful and wants to curb his desires for young boys. More because he will not be able to hide from the law forever if he keeps getting busted by folks in his Parrish. Can only be moved around to churches for so long before the law finds you when you can’t keep your hands of little boy dick. Pretty sure the Diocese paid for his  junk removal because priests have no money. As I cut off his dirty balls, I told him I would castrate all the priests in Boston for a flat fee. I was not at all surprised when a check from the Diocese of Boston sent me a very large check. Good think I have a lot of knives. I’m going to be a very busy girl the next few weeks. Don’t worry though, I can squeeze your worthless balls in too.

Blasphemy Sex Dream of Shame

Blasphemy sex is hardly a normal dream of mine but this was one of the most enticing and vivid ones yet. I was dragged through the church to the pulpit area by five strong nuns and thrust down at the foot of the alter. These nuns removed their habits and robes to reveal five men with throbbing cocks. These men were of the priesthood and laughing at the fear in my eyes as they spat at me and called me a filthy blasphemous whore.

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Forcibly face fucked they started a gangbang rape porn recording of their use of me. As my clothes were ripped from my body they doused me in Holy Water as they degraded me calling me Satan’s whore and that the only redemption for my filthy soul was to be doused in the cum of five brothers of the priesthood. Their pricks would offer me redemption as long as they penetrated and fucked me into my liberation.

I awoke way too soon, and am now so fucking horny.

Father I have sinned, penetrate me with your righteous phallus of our saviour. Bugger me and use me as I am your servant.

Knife Play Phone Sex with a Blasphemous Bitch

knife play phone sexI’m a blasphemous knife phone sex bitch. When I kill my prey, I make sure they know they going to hell because there is no God. I look them square in the eyes as they are praying to their make believe God for help. “If God existed, do you think he would let some random bitch kill you,” I always inquire before I gut them like a pig. God is dead. God is nonexistent, but the devil is real and alive inside of me. I think the clinical terms for me are insane, sociopath, narcissist, crazy ass bitch. Well maybe the last one is not a clinical term, but it is my favorite. I like to spread fear not joy. I like to bring death not life. This world is over populated with assholes, dip shits, annoying fuckers, brats and whores. Think of me as population control. Really, when you think about it, I am a do-gooder who is making this world a better place by killing the ones we don’t need. You will thank me one day when I off that cheating whore girlfriend of yours or kill that demanding boss who has never given you an ounce of respect in the decade you have slaved for him. Hell, you may even thank me when I decided to kill you because you are too weak and pathetic to stand up to either. Fuck God. Fuck you.