It’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.
Category: Blasphemy phone sex
The Thugs’ Pet
Gothic Phone Sex With Kali
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
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 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.
DEAD PUSSY
Once Master made me try dead pussy there was no going back. I fucking love eating dead pussy. I love fingering there fucking cold ass pussy oh and the fucking asshole too. We put extra lube on the dead holes so my fingers or my strap on could easily slide in. Master loves jacking off to watching me fuck the dead bodies. I grab the stiff titties and play with them. One time I pulled on the nipple to hard and it came off. That just pleasured Master so hard. I grabbed it like a good little fuck whore I am and I rubbed my clit with that cold fucking nipple. I rubbed it till I fucking orgasm the cold of that nipple made me squirt all over my self. Master loved it. Pulled me to suck on his cock. I sucked it like never before. Then I grabbed his dick and put it in the dead pussy.
Little Fuckers
Master took me out on a hunt to get the little fuckers and bring down to the basement and make them our little bitches. One of the new girls refused to use the little fuckers. Bad bad fucking decision! Stupid ass bitch now Master is having me cut off her nipples and feed them to the little fat fucker in the group. Now we are having the skinny fucker bite off the clit while we fuck her with the butterfly knife. Bitch you should of listen you already know how master gets. We slowly start poking her eyes with fucking sharp needles. That makes masters dick so hard. He then puts his dick in her eye, now that is what master calls a good face fucking. He ordered me to get all the little fuckers together and start biting her all over her fucking body. But to save the asshole for him.
Blasphemy phone sex
I decided to take a religion class; I had taken them as a teen and forgot a great deal about it. Really, what teen is that into paying attention to religion, usually, you are just a raging ball of hard-ons and hormones. So anyway I was in this religion class and excused myself to go to the bathroom. The priest told me where it was but I got lost along the four thousand hallways of this church. So I just started opening doors. It never occurred to me that some of these doors might be the residence of the rectory’s nuns. I cracked open a door without knocking, and there were two nuns topless and enjoying each other’s touch. I have to say my pussy got instantly wet. The only sexual outlet for these nuns is one another. When I made my presence known they both shrieked a bit and quickly covered up. I stepped into their room and said it was ok, I just wanted to help.
They both were pretty leery which is understandable. I made my way over to them and started to help them both get out of their habits and be able to explore their naked bodies. I said that it would be a good idea to lock the door, but there were no locks on the doors … it creates barriers to other souls or some junk.
Come back next time to find out if they squirt are a first timer and where I smudged some cum near the priest’s pulpit.
It’s Just a Shower!
He was hot, and he had invited me back to his house to get cleaned up and have some food before he sent me on my way again. He seemed decent, well-dressed, nice car, you know the type.
He showed me to what I guess was a guest bathroom and brought me a towel, wash cloth, soap, and shampoo. I adjusted the water and got it just where I like it, then got in and started washing up. The shower wand was amazing, and in almost no time, I was fantasizing about him while I used it to massage my clit. My fingers slid into my cunt from behind as I sprayed all up and over my clit, enjoying the sensations, and driving myself mad while thinking of him. It was not long after I got down on my knees and was really getting into it that he walked back in and cleared his throat. I was embarrassed, and I immediately moved to stop what I was doing, but he was on me in a flash. He told me he’d watched the entire thing from the camera he had installed, and that he was very disappointed I’d take advantage of his generosity to commit sin. He told me I needed to be cleansed, and then pinned me down with his entire body. He held my arms tight to my body with his legs wrapped around me, and held the wand over my nose and mouth. I couldn’t take a breath without inhaling water and choking. He prayed as slowly drowned me in his shower, and that was the last thing I heard.
Cut into small pieces alive
Think you are immune to blasphemy phone sex? You don’t think I can make you renounce your religion and submit to the devil. Let’s play a game. A very special game. Soon you will be begging to die.
You didn’t think I was really flirting with your ugly ass at that club, did you? Oh no. But your puppy-eagerness made you fall for it. You took the drink I offered as I whispered in your ear. I led you to my truck like a sheep to slaughter. You thought you were getting some pussy. But you ended up strapped down on a table in a basement. As you opened your rheumy eyes, you saw the medical tools there.
I stepped out in a black hood. “You said that you would sacrifice yourself to me last night.” I said, smoking my cigarette. “Are you ready? Or would you like to beg your savior for redemption?” I picked up a scalpel and whacked off a finger.
They all beg for their religious hero to save them. Even as they take that last breath. After every finger and toe is gone and their manhood is in a pan oozing blood and cum. They still believe he will save them. Their final scream echoes and salvation only arrives in the form of death.
Would you like to play a game? Bring me a bitch that you hate and maybe I will spare you.
Kidnapping Phone Sex Cemetery
I’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…













