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Blasphemy phone sex with Storm

Blasphemy phone sex with StormBlasphemy phone sex is hot with me. I was driving by this big garage sale at a church this weekend. There was a large wooden chair and the second I saw it, I knew I had to have it! It is PERFECT for my dungeon. I walked up to the lady and told her I wanted the chair. She looked at me and said NOTHING here is for you. I was shocked. She asked me to please leave and turned around and walked back into the church. So I followed her. She was going thru a box on a pew. I asked her what her problem was. And she told me that “God may forgive whores like me, but she doesn’t” I know her type. All high and mighty like she is better than everyone else. I looked in my purse and pulled out my big knife. I stabbed her right in the chest. Collapsing her lung. So she couldn’t scream. Then I said FUCK your GOD! She tried to crawl away but that BITCH isn’t going anywhere! I told her that if HER fucking god was watching he would see what a bitch she is. How she passed judgment on me. How she did not offer me his guidance. Or lead me unto his love. How she turned turned me away. How would HER god feel about that. Then I told her she was going to hell. And I would see her there in a few years. And I slit her fucking throat. As I was leaving I asked someone else and bought my new chair. I will think about her the first time I kill someone in it!

Dark Blasphemy Phone Sex

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The fucking father, son and holy ghost. Can you fucking believe these damned hypocrites? These stupid mother fuckers are on their knees on Sunday.. Praying for forgiveness. Touting their faith and how they are mere sinners and not worthy of the love and grace that their fucking God bestows upon them. Then they go home and get fucked up, screwing their fellow man in every fucking way imaginable all week just to start the cycle over again on Sunday. What a bunch of fucking saps. I say they all need to come to the dark side with me. Worship the Dark Prince and know that all that shit you do all week pleases him. You never have to spend another day of your life on your knees begging for forgiveness for all the shit you do six days a week. The fucking truth hurts doesn’t it? Want to really be fucked up? Watch me shove your savior’s head up my ass while his image hangs on that stupid fucking cross. Yeah that is what I think of it all…it’s shit, pure shit. Let me show you how that young girl that you have dressed in virginal white, ready to be his bride and take her first communion on this bullshit day bleeds just like the rest of us. Watch me shove a fucking fist up her cunt and change that dress from white to red in the blink of an eye. Better yet bring that fucking holy man to me. Watch as I lay him on the alter that is all holy and shit and wrap my  tongue around the cock that he can’t keep from rising to greet me. I will suck the seed right out of him and let you watch it spew on your fucking alter and my face while not one of you can keep from masturbating as you watch the show. You fucking hypocrites.blasphemy phonesex karma

Blasphemy Phone Sex: At the Altar

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My lover and I were sitting at the diner, drinking coffee, when a young priest approached us.  He ranted about how we were living in sin and how he would pray for us.  I made a mental note of what church he attended; and, my lover shook her head.  She knew I wouldn’t let it go.

Saturday night, before church on Sunday, it was really easy; I snagged a boy from the playground.  And, luckily, he fit into the choirboy uniform that I’d stolen from a costume shop.  It wasn’t completely authentic, but I was happy with it.  Then, I sedated the young boy and drove to the church.  At dusk, it was quite eerie; and, I liked it…that big church building that was more grotesque than anything. 

The priest looked shocked to see me, but I knew that he was alone; I knew his routine by now.  I never leave things up to chance.  I threw the boy down at his feet and his mouth dropped.  “I brought you that sacrificial lamb that you’ve been drooling after,” I said between my teeth.  He shook his head, but he couldn’t avoid my confrontation.  I leaned over the alter and looked him squarely in the eyes.  “I know what you like to do, Father,” I said with a sneer.  “More like wolf,” I laughed.  It was so simple, really: the more that I talked about the young boy’s flesh, the more he looked like a cherub to the priest.  And soon, there the priest was…leaning down over the bate. 

I taunted him and told him to get on with it and defile the lamb.  He balked at first; looking at me with large eyes, he tried to rationalize what he wanted to do.  “Even if you are the Devil, God has sent you…brought him through you.  So, God must want me take this precious boy and show him grace.”  “Why don’t you take that grace out of your pants, Father?” I snickered and walked around the two bodies.  He brushed the little boy’s hair off the face; and, I could tell by the twitching that the boy was waking up.  The priest bent down, shaking, craving the boy’s penis in his mouth.  And, suddenly, the boy shot up, the razor clutched in his hand…and stabbed the priest directly in the throat.  The boy could not have done better if he had aimed.  I watched the boy become covered in blood; and, as the priest took his last gargled, bloody breaths, the boy looked up at me with a smile.  Maybe I had found a kindred spirit, too, I thought.

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Broken Wings

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One night, I heard my nieces whispering; they were talking about the new pastor at the church that I hadn’t attended since I was younger then them.  Curious, I leaned in and listened.  One whispered that she’d heard the pastor had been having “relations” with some of the choir boys and girls.  Another one whispered that she’d seen pictures by accident; he had showed them to her, but she had ran out of the room before he could touch her.  Infuriated, I decided to take a trip down to the church.  Candles were lit and lights were on in the study, so I was sure the pastor was there.  My heavy heels clicked against the thin carpet as a young, blonde man emerged from the study.  When I told him that I was looking for the pastor, he surprised me by informing me that I was looking at him.  He was so young, younger than I can ever remember seeing a pastor.  I could see how some of his young flock may be attracted to the smooth-talking, baby-faced young man; but he didn’t fool me.  I knew that my nieces would never lie about those things that I heard them speaking about.

He looked me up and down, and I could see a little disappointment in his face.  “Usually, the young girls and boys hang out here at night.  I like to keep them out of trouble,” he said.  I replied, “I bet.”  I looked around his office while he sat in his expensive leather chair an impatiently waited for me to explain why I was there.  I wasn’t in a rush since I had locked the church door behind me; but, I did find it odd that all of his pictures were of young people and himself.  Fuming, thinking that one of those young faces could have been my niece, I wrapped a chord around his wrists.  I pressed my spiked heel to his rotatory cuff and twisted his arms out of their sockets.  He screamed, but not to my satisfaction.  I took the envelope opener from his desk and began sawing off his trimmed pecker.  It took sweat and muscle, but it was an enjoyable feat.  Then, I drug him to the alter, where there were a few feathered harnesses laying by the stage.  “They’re my little angels.  You don’t understand.”  I told him that I did and kicked the bloody mass between his legs until he was sitting beneath the table that held the offerings during service.  I carved “false prophet” on his chest.  I blindfolded him and told him that I sparing the looks of horror from those that found him; but, I wanted him to acutely hear their screams.

I wasn’t sure that night if he lived or not; but, he did.  A couple of months later, though, he was back in the newspapers: this time he was found with his throat slit over the chalice bowl.  It seemed that someone else didn’t like what he was doing, either.  But, it also seemed more personal: there was a crucifix shoved up his urethra, what was left of that dick that he’d loved using so much.

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That feeling that you are watching me. Waiting for me to be alone, if only for a moment. Your disgusting mind already ripping my young body to shreds. You are everywhere. I am terrified. Terror makes my pussy drip for you. I get chills thinking about the day when you will finally make your move. I’ve seen you in the window watching me. At the park following me. After school, watching me from the car in the street.

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Your crooked smile is so evil. I can feel your stare setting my crotch on fire. I know you have photos of me. I know you jerk your cock in the cool darkness of your basement as you develop my photos. You run your fingers across the pictures, imagining ripping them into my skin and tearing me apart. I am your obsession. Your mission. You will have all of me.

I saw you today, in the bushes. Your binoculars following my every move. I went home, and you followed. I laid in my bed naked with the curtains open and I knew you were watching. I spread my legs towards the window so that you could get your photos. I know you stroked your cock as you watched me stroke my clit through your lenses. What do I have to do to stir that wicked monster trapped inside your soul? I am all alone. My cunt aches for the pain that only you can inflict on me.

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Come and take me. All of me.  Destroy my life, my body, my soul. Take over my mind and make me beg. I want to be your dirty fuck toy, and then I want you to make me regret it. I want you to make me pay the ultimate price. Adjust your binoculars, Master, this slave wants you to see every inch of what is waiting for you. Take your voyeurism to the next level, and make those pictures come to life. And then death….

Belly of the Beast

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It was time for the annual meeting of freaks; and, when I say “freaks,” I mean people who jack-off to the idea of being devoured. My personal problem with it is that it’s all a theatrical production; no one is really eaten. Why can’t they just commit to being eaten by a cannibal. Anyway, this year’s theme was “In the belly of the snake.” A gigantic snake was created and the attendees were going to be able to be swallowed and digested by the monster; and, better yet, the attendees were supposed to dress as biblical figures. Now, this is the type of irony that I could appreciate.

I waited until mid-morning and set out to the studio; the crowd wouldn’t form yet until afternoon. But, there were a few stragglers; and all I had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity. They presented themselves fairly quickly: they were a young college couple. But, they were dressed as Jesus and Mary Magdalene; and, well, that was just too sweet to resist.

The admissions clerk took their money and then sat squarely behind a garbage can to finish smoking his rock. I snuck in easily; I had placed a couple of cameras in the large constructed snake and I could track their every move. Laughter and awe gave away to eroticism as they began to make their way down the intestines. By the time I reached them, they were mutually masturbating underneath their clothes and yelling, “Eat me. Yeah, monster, eat our deliciously sinful bodies.” I almost laughed.

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When I approached, I slid a blade quickly into the male and I told the female that he had, indeed, been eaten. Thinking that I was part of the production, she cried out to be eaten, too. She remained docile but excited as I tied her with rope and gave her some bullshit about being constricted in the snake’s belly. Then, she noticed that her companion hadn’t moved and there was a little bit of blood leaking beneath him. She began to scream; and I was a little glad that she was finally recognizing her dire situation.

I slit her belly open, carving out a large portion of flesh from her breasts to her torso. She bled out fairly quickly, but not before she saw me hack into her friend and place his decapitated head inside of her. And, as a last touch, I chopped off his cock and put it in her mouth. I staged them for the next visitors and pitied myself that I hadn’t brought some kind of manger and doll with me; but, I was proud of my work and took a quick photo.

The Devils Tramping Ground

 

torture phonesex karmaSome say it’s an Urban Legend, others swear it is the real deal. Either way I am about to find out for myself. I am on my way to North Carolina and a little place called The Devils Tramping Ground. I have read all about it and it is perfect for a camping vacation. So I am packing up my camping gear and headed out to a little patch of woods in a forest close to Bennett, North Carolina. Where there is a 40 foot circle of land that is barren. Nothing grows there at all. It is said that animal carcasses are found all around the out side of the circle and have been sacrificed to the Devil. It is also said that if something is put inside the circle, the next day it is found outside the circle. But the reason I am going is that it is said that if you dare spend the night within the circle, you will see the Devil as he patrols and protects his plot of land. That men who have stayed the night there have been committed to mental institutions, unable to live with the terror of what they have seen in the dark of the night with in the circle. It drives sane men mad with insanity. It is the perfect vacation for me and my evil cunt is dripping with desire to be there and spend not one night but the whole weekend camping right there in the middle of that circle with the devil himself in all his dark and evil glory! As for the fear of being driven mad…..well loves, I am already very much insane and I like it that way!torture phonesex devil

The Hellcats Reunion

It’s that time of year again and the Hellcats are going to fuck up the town and paint it red. I have a super special treat for my fellow Hellcats, oh how we love some good unholy fun! I stroll into the church at the corner, it’s about 11pm and there’s a full moon. Inside I start gathering some of the items we’ll be needing for tonight’s “Mass”. Hurriedly I gather the holy water vials, a few of the gaudy plastic rosaries and put them around my neck six is my favorite number. Lastly I grab some candles and a bible.

Rushing out I almost forgot the key object of the night. I head to the basement of the church where I find the prize of the night still as I left him. Oh my what a mess my young priest is! Oh, did my holy man piss himself? It’s ok Father, for I will be doing a lot more sinning tonight!

Hauling my gift to the Hellcats out of the rectory where my hurse awaits I open the back door and shove him in the open coffin. Slamming the lid, “you’ll be fine oh Holy Father, I’ve just one more stop before your final destination”. Pulling up to the ER entrance my friendly surgeon awaits with a nice package for me. I peek in the box and it’s exactly what we need!

Back at the clubhouse where my sisters are waiting it’s a quarter to midnight, we better hurry. They help me with the supplies the alter is ready. Hauling our dear father out we set him on the alter where he is stripped bound and gagged. I pull out my utensils and oh the fun we are about to have!

I grab the biggest blade and love the fear in his eyes! I anoint his cock with holy water and we all take turns cutting at his cock and balls mmm castration at its finest!

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Thy Will Be Done Thy Cunt Will Cum

torture phonesex blaskarma1Every night before I go to sleep I give thanks to Lucifer. I cut myself and give him my life blood and thank him for leading me to the dark side and showing me what has always been in my heart. I ask him to visit me in the dark of the night and fill me with his will. I love it when he answers my prayers.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep almost instantly. Floating slowly into the blackest darkness I feel his presence near me. I can’t see him yet but I know he is there and he is taking a hold of my soul. Soon he will be in complete control, I can feel his power washing over me. 

I feel him so strongly, his hot, rancid breath on my neck. The tip of his forked tongue running along the lobe of my ear. His probing slimy cock pushing between my legs, searching for my inviting cunt. Hitting his mark he shoves his dick deep into me, breathing heavy and fucking me with brutal force that always leaves me sore. I beg for more of this onslaught, needing to feel his hot sperm squirt deep inside me. 

Throwing me to the ground when he is done he hovers over my body, drool dripping from his mouth, his lips turned up in an evil grin and his eyes begin to glow as they show me the vision he has for me.torture phonesex blaskarma

I watch it like a movie, entranced and mesmerized. I can see myself walking into a church. As I enter I see a huge golden cross with Christ hanging from the wall, glowing and beckoning me closer. As I approach I see him. He is dressed in his white robe with gold trim. His hands are clutched together in prayer and his eyes are down cast. I can tell by the lines on his face that he is a handsome man. 

Suddenly I see my Prince of Darkness standing at his side. Whispering in his ear to turn and look at me. As he does Lucifer rips my top from my shoulders and there surrounding each of my nipples is a raised cross, upside down. It looks like I was branded. As the priest reaches out to gingerly touch my scared flesh I can feel the electricity begin to flow. I can hear Lucifer whisper in his ear “Fuck her Priest. Take her now” 

As soon as his fingers touch my flesh I feel my pussy get soaking wet and I see him reach for his pants to free his throbbing cock. Rubbing my clit at a fevered pitch I see him begin to masturbate, jerking his cock with a mission. 

I feel Lucifer’s hands on my shoulders as he shoves me to the floor on all fours, putting my ass high up in the air and spreading me wide as he invites the priest to feast on my flesh. I feel his hard cock shove into my ass in one swift motion and the priest begins to fuck me like an animal, fast and hard, deep and with abandon. He is sweating and breathing heavy as he pulls out, yanks my head back and cums in my mouth, groaning and jerking as he enjoys the height of his pleasure.

He opens his eyes and looks up at Lucifer, my prince, and the tears begin to flow silently down his face as he realizes what he has done. 

I hear my prince say, “Give your soul to me” 

Silently the Priest drops to his knees and takes his worthless life right there on the alter. 

The vision is vivid and real and I know I will live it out soon.torture phonesex blasphamy

Blasphemous Crucifixion

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I set the stage to my perfect standards and then returned to my prey in the church closet. The poor little soccer mom wasn’t so demure as she pretended in church; instead of her soft voice, she was yelling foul words at me…it was laughable! I told her to calm down and forced her to drink the entire chalice of communion wine. She became limp and I drug her through the church up to the stage where she was directing that damn nativity play. I felt a little throw-up in my mouth as I thought of all the Jesus songs and fucking parking mess that the whole thing had created. The madness had to stop. I hoisted her up on a ladder, balancing her until she was positioned properly on the cross. I took a chisel and banged led files through her limbs to keep her where I wanted her. She looked at the blood and vomited; luckily, I side-stepped it and told her that wasn’t very Christ-like of her. I laughed and pushed a crown of thorns that I’d had made especially for her. “Realism is the key,” I said, “to any production.” She continued to swear, but her words turned into mumbles as I slit her clothes open and drained her blood. “You look more like a whore,” I said and decided to write “Mary” in her own blood in front of her. I paid extra attention to making sure her breasts and pubic area were exposed; then, as a last gesture, I shoved a dildo in the shape of a cross up her ass. With her remaining blood, I spread it over the plastic little animals that were huddled around the manger. Pleased with my work, I sliced her neck, her head falling so violently that it almost fell off. I admired the scene and felt confident that the brats who came in for practice would be singing a different tune than the one that had echoed down my street.