Nothing is more pathetic to me than people who go to church or believe in a god. I don’t care what god you worship, it’s pathetic! Christians and Catholics are the worse though. That’s not just my opinion that’s a fact. A lot of the people you see flocking to church every Sunday, or sometimes even twice a week, are just as morbid and twisted as me. In their minds, they’re saved so anything they do in this life is forgiven as long as they ask for redemption. At least that’s what they like to think.
One of my favorite things to do is kidnap these stupid bitches and torture them until they loose every once of their faith. Just loosing faith in god isn’t enough for me, I want them loose faith in everything including their salvation and humanity. Their last seconds on earth will be so horrible that there won’t be any flash backs, there won’t be time to reflect on the past. All there will be is pain and anguish.
The Hell the created to scare people into following their beliefs will be their only reality and I always love every second of it. Watching them suffer and squirm, listening to them beg for their sad little lives–it’s what I live for!
One time I even forced a pastor of a small Baptist church to wear heels and shoved a crucifix up his ass. Fucking him with that crucifix hard and deep was one of my favorite memories of all time. Don’t think he didn’t deserve it! They all do! He’s rolling in money while all the members of his church struggle and they’re all blind to it too. Don’t worry, those sheep aren’t of the hook. They all got pictures in the mail, it was a warning that I’m coming for them too.
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Blasphemy Phone Sex with Toni: Torturing the Sheep
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Today daddy was different. He walked down the stairs with a look in his eyes that scared me. He put my collar on me and then grabbed another daughter. Last time this happened one of the girls never came back. As we walked up the stairs I knew one of us or both of us were never coming back to the comfort of my little pallet beds. We would never see our tiny holes that we called home. Once we were upstairs daddy stripped us naked. He was looking over our bodies. He finally handed me a basket full of clothes pins. He grabbed Gabby and slammed her down on the table. Daddy is so strong. He strapped a choke collar on her and tied it tight to the table. He tied her arms and legs down. He told me to get started. I pinched her skin and pulled up as much as I could on her malnourished body. After I pinched and pinned as much as I could, then daddy pulled out his knife and started to make little cuts on her body. asking her if it made her pain go away. She was still crying and screaming in pain. He told me to make her shut up. He handed me a pair of pliers and told me to be creative. I took the pliers and pulled out her tongue piece by piece. The look in her eyes as she watched me do this will haunt me till I die. I don’t know what happened to her after daddy kicked me down the stairs. But we never saw her again.
Paying it Forward with Venus: Practicing Random Acts of Kindness
Today is Random Acts of Kindness Day, actually it is for the whole week. I decided to pay it forward, help those in need. First random act: help a poor Catholic school girl with her religious education. She called me a freak, so clearly she has forgotten her Bible verses like do onto others. I love tutoring and being a mentor. I think teaching is one of the truly selfless professions. I sat down with this particular school girl and assisted her with her Catechisms. As she recited them, I fucked her tight little virgin cunnie with a cross while I recited the Lord’s Prayer. She needed reminded how much Jesus loved her. Blood squirted out her pink pussy, but I held her down and kept fucking her whore twat until she said knew her catechisms by heart. Her devotion to God was overwhelming. We all stray off the path of righteousness every now and then. Perhaps I missed my calling. I’d make a hell of a Sunday School teacher.
Second random act: assisted suicide of two very ill girls. They suffered from narcissistic asshole syndrome. Folks who can aid the weak and feeble minded end their worthless lives are so very courageous. Saints actually. I am no saint, but I can recognize a cry for help when I see one. So when these two young twats started spewing obscenities and hate towards me over a parking space at the mall, I knew they clearly wanted to die. I followed them back to their home, forced myself in, and slit their wrists with a razor blade. They were obviously too sick to live, and too weak to kill themselves. I channeled Dr. Kevorkian, cut deep enough to hit an artery, and let them bleed out peacefully in their bathtub as to not leave a mess for their family. Thank goodness for answered prayers and random acts of kindness.
Third random act: assist an old man getting rid of the source of much turmoil in his life. Some of us have trouble getting rid of the negative energy in our lives. Trouble letting go of someone or something we love very much, but is simply no good for us. I helped this man recognize how much better his life could be without the evil that resided between his legs. You see he was born with a demon instead of a penis. This demon made him do very bad things to women and little boys, even animals. He lacked the strength, like many do, to part ways with the negative force in his life, so I helped him. I sat him down and had a come to Jesus talk with him about the nasty, troublesome appendage in his life. Then, I hacked his penis right off, and fed it to his dog. Blood spurted out all over the wall and floor, but that is a small price to pay for a new beginning. He will clearly be a better person without the this negative force in his life. And, I feel so much better having been able to help him become a better man. As Sir Paul wrote, “We get by with a little help from our friends.”
Life is just too short not to help those in need. I am not Mother Theresa, but I recognize a cry for help when I see one. I’m just so glad my parents raised me with a do onto others attitude in life, otherwise so many more poor souls would be lost. How can I help you become a better person?
Blasphemy Phone Sex w/ Dusty
Blasphemy Phone Sex is something that gets juices flowing for all involved. This is one reason why I love worship nights, as sometimes things get so fucking hot all I can do is scream out blasphemy as the Devil fucks me. He has me screaming and moaning as I am taken by my favorite man. Yes, I worship in the house of Satan, and get baptised by the Devils seed. I dare you to try coming between Satan and I.
Tonight’s gathering construed of ass rape porn and snuff porn playing on all 13 of the screens. Accented by surround sound speakers blaring out dark chamber music meant for the sacrificial sermon. As I enjoyed time alone with our master of darkness I heard noise on the main flow upstairs. In checking out the commotion I notice a couple of followers hauling in body bags, three of them and they weren’t stuffed with dead folk either.
As I inquire about what was going on the High Priest smiled at me “High Priestess, my sweet, we have a treat for tonight. Here we have -he is unzipping the bags with help from a few followers- a few wonderful specimens for ritual sacrifice. We will have a full house for tonights worship and it will be divine. The three individuals were now laid out in front of me still unconscious, hogtied and gagged.
Oh look at the sweet virginal girls! Father Satan will be pleased and we will have a wonderful ritual tonight with a full congregation three virgins and plenty cock for a perfect gangbang rape porn ritual of blasphemy and deflowering. It would appear the girls so sweet and innocent looking were actually brought in from a detention facility one of our members work at. Oh this will be a sweet night of Worship and sacrifice to Father Satan.
Blasphemy Phone Sex
I had it rough growing up. My mother was very religious and my father was a drug addict. My mother was forever convincing my father to go to church, to find God, and he’d come around, until Sunday came, and then he’d throw a fucking fit and my mother would end up going to church with long sleeves and sunglasses. Everyone knew, but he was the man of the house, so either no one spoke up or no one cared. I’m pretty sure it was the latter. My father beat me often. My mom never believed me until the time she walked in. My daddy was humping my face and his friend was fucking my cunny. My mother took a frying pan and smashed both of their heads in. She left their limp bodies on my bed, threw me over her shoulder, and put me in the truck. She drove all night to her brother’s house, where I climbed into the nearest bed, my eyes sewing themselves shut and my body aching for rest and sleep. And there I had the strangest dream.
My father killed me, which wasn’t very surprising, and I went falling through nothingness and I fell into Hell. I was tied up, whipped and fucked by the devil Himself for eternity. I was just a dirty cum dumpster for every man that landed there. I was routinely beaten and slapped and choked out and that was my life. Forever. Satan’s dick was really, really hot. Excruciatingly so. I awoke from the dream when I realized the pain was not in my dream, but in real life. My cousin, 2 years my junior, had tied me to his bed and was fucking me with a plugged in curling iron. I realized what was happening and he stuffed his limp little cock in my mouth and pissed down my throat, continuing to fuck me with the curling iron. My pussy felt like it was melting shut and in fact, still bears scars from that night. I wasn’t sure whether I’d rather be taken advantage of by my Daddy or my cousin, but it didn’t really matter. Psalms 9:9 states The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. and Psalm 9:9 is bullshit. I’m just a little pain slut, and I deserve everything I have coming to me. Is it your turn?
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Journal Entry
Friday February 6th
They let me go outside. We took the dog to the park. The air was so crisp and cold, the sky was such a beautiful blue. I was breathless at how gorgeous it was. And to think, I never appreciated this. I fell to my knees in awe and bowed my head to a Lord whom I thought had forsaken me. I started to thank Him for this wondrous world when I heard a pop. A sharp sting hit the middle of my spine and I turned to find a guy about my age with a BB gun. He was running to me with a maniacal grin. The fear gripped me like a vice and I jumped up and bolted. He was hot on my heels. I was so scared. Fuck fuck fuck. I tripped over a tree root and fell, cracking my head. I heard a laugh and felt a body crumple on top of me. I felt the butt of the BB gun smash the back of my head. I woke up in the backseat of a tiny car with my pants around my ankles, a dick inside my ass and the gun to my head. “If you scream, I will shoot” I laughed “You’ve got a BB gun” He moved it to my throat and pulled the trigger. I screamed as the pain surged through my neck and he shoved his balled up fist in my mouth as he fucked me harder. “I told you not to fucking scream” I whimpered with his fist in my mouth and he spat on me. He laughed and put the gun back up to my temple. He was balls deep in my pussy, his beady little eyes focused on the pain in my eyes. He started fucking me faster, and he paused and scrunched his face as he spread his baby batter deep inside my butt. He grunted and pulled out, a string of jizz oozing from his softening dick. He punched me, and then once more for good measure. He shook his head. “The family is going to be so disappointed in you” He opened the car door and dumped me out. My body ached. He jumped into the driver’s seat and pulled out as my captors surrounded me. They must have asked a thousand questions and I resigned myself to the beating I was going to get when we got home. Well, so much for thanking the Lord.
Whisper Hunting
I was needing to feed the monster inside of me. Normally I take my time and search for people who wont be missed, but I needed it tonight. I got on my Whisper App and asked Who wanted to be my sex slave? Instantly I had replies. People said I was a freak, but there was one that caught my eye. I read the email and knew this was the one I wanted. The email said “Please make me your cum whore.” After talking back and forth for a little bit I asked her to meet me in World of Warcraft. She made a new character on a new server. I met up with her but pretended to be someone else. I fallowed her for hours. She started to think I was her friend. She made me giggle. I just wanted to cut this bitches tits off and pour salt on her empty chest. But she thought we were both played by the same guy.
I told her I was going to the store and that is when it came up. “Where do you live? What do you look like?” We decided to meet up but instead of me being seen I waited in the shadows. She was really a he. I told her I was waiting behind the building and he started walking over. I noticed in his hands he had some rope. I knew his game. We were playing the same one. He walked right past me, that is why I am a goth bitch, I blend in with the shadows. I walked up behind him and cracked him in the head with a pipe that was behind the building. I struggled getting him into my car. This is why I take my time to plan things out, if not things go wrong. He wasn’t very big, he looked very experienced with this. I must have cracked his skull because he was out for a while. I took him to the barn and pulled him out of the car. I tied him up right away. I used my favorite knots, the ones that get tighter as he struggled.
When he woke up he started to struggle. I watched and laughed as he was choking himself. I walked up to him and kicked him in the face. I started in on him. I stomped on his chest, legs and arms. I grabbed the pipe from before and rolled him over. I covered the pipe in tiger balm and pushed it up his ass. I loved hearing him scream. I started screaming with him just to show him that I didn’t give a fuck. I rolled him over to see a semi hard cock. I smiled and asked him if he liked being fucked in the ass. Every time he didn’t answer I took my riding crop and hit him. He was my sex slave for the next few days. I guess he shouldn’t have been trolling me. It wouldn’t have been this bad on him.
I made him pray to god, I told him to beg god to kill me right then and there. I am still alive and well.. Ohh I need to go I hear him crying. He is awake now!
Fuck Forensics
You picked me up at the goth bar, with some silly line about how nice my teeth were – not even my smile – you said “teeth”. You seemed evil as fuck, but there was something about you that turned me on. Every cell in my body was warning me not to go home with you, but my pussy was dripping just from the sound of your voice. I felt hypnotized and I had no control over my actions. Your charm was intoxicating, and looking back I realize you had slipped me something as well. I am a foolish cum slut, and drank it right down without knowing.
Once we were back at your house, you lit candles and told me that you like things rough. My legs felt like rubber and my vision was blurred. I felt you rip my clothes off and begin to violate my pussy and my ass with huge dildos and your cock. But something was off, and even in my stupor I sensed something was wrong. You were fucking me like a madman and yet you weren’t getting off. Yes, your cock was hard, but it was almost as if you were toying with me. You started telling me what a stupid fuckpig I am, and I tried to nod my head in agreement.
Thats when you grabbed me tight from behind and slid the blade up under my neck. It looked like a large knife that would be used to gut a deer after a hunt. My blood ran cold, and I realized I would never be going home. Somehow though, my cunt was still throbbing, and I craved the blade. You pulled my hair back and growled in my ear. You told me that you kill for sport and that no one would ever know. I tried to resist, telling you that you wouldn’t get away with it.
As you sank the blade into my throat and began to slice off my head, you laughed and spun me around so that I could see the shelf on the wall. There were several large jars, and each contained the severed head of different women. Each was smiling, and they all had beautiful teeth. You told me as long as you kept my teeth, no one would be able to identify my body. My vision went dark and now I watch from one of the jars on your shelf as you bring women home every night for your forensic proof collection of slutty corpses.
Blasphemy phone sex with Toni: Corrupting Young Minds
Corrupting religious hypocrites is just one of many hobbies and also one of my favorites too. There’s nothing more satisfying so I do it almost every single day. It isn’t always extreme, when I’m too busy I settle for just a little taste. What I’ll do is drive past a private Catholic or Christian school looking for some feeble sheep brains to corrupt. You wouldn’t recognize me most of the time when I do this because I dress like one of them. I’ll wear a school girl uniform even the socks just to get them to trust me and it works like a charm.
Sometimes all I do is plant a seed of doubt in their hollow skulls. That will make them start to question things or completely loose all faith in God right away. Other times I show them things that have been denied or hidden from them by their parents and the church. That is a lot more fun obviously. Even the most innocent lil’ one can be broken in just a few short hours of spending time with me. All I have to do is expose them to drugs, sex, and gore snuff porn. Seeing their eyes glow after I’ve revealed what’s really behind the curtain makes my cunt sloppy wet. At that point it doesn’t matter to me if the person I’m re-educating is a boy or girl, I’m going to play with them whether they like or not.
For the ladies, I have plenty of phallic objects that will stretch their virgin pussies out nice and wide. A lot of girls bleed their first time, but not as much as they will with me. Some of my toys have nails, spikes, or broken glass that slices the flesh deep inside them. Oh, I love the way those stupid bitches scream and squirm while their blood pours out of their busted fuck holes.
Boy’s are almost too easy. All it takes is a slutty outfit or brushing against their cocks, after that they’ll do almost anything I want. But that’s not surprising is it? Once I see their pricks pressing into the tight pair of faggy khakis their mommy forces them to wear I know they’re ready to play. I pull their dick out and do whatever I want with it, they rarely resist or say no. It’s not like that would stop me anyway, it just might be fun if they tried. No matter what hole I force them into, the outcome is the same. Just as their about to cum I pull their cock’s out and aim their cum at whatever religious paraphernalia is around. Usually, it’s their copy of The Bible that I steal from their back pack’s when they aren’t looking. One time I shoved a boy’s rosary down his little piss hole and he hated it so much that it actually made him cry. Obviously I laughed in his face, but at least I was nice enough to lick some of the tears from his face.
Don’t think that I just target foolish brats either because no one is safe. Doesn’t matter if they’re a pastor, priest, nun, or Sunday school teacher their all fair game to me. The last time I had fun like that was about 3 months ago with a Sunday school teacher named John. After about a week of stalking him to learn his habits, I made my move. I waited for the brats to clear out of class and made my way down stairs in a very sexy latex nun costume. When he first saw me he was a little afraid, but It didn’t take a lot for him to let his guard down. What happened that Sunday he’ll regret for the rest of his life because I recorded the entire thing. Now I own his ass! Blackmailing him is a lot more fun than fucking him too, I could hardly feel his pencil dick when it was inside me.
Lets Play!
It’s time to play the game! I love babysitting these little whores. They have no idea. They run around like I am their servant. They think that the world revolves around them. After all that is what their parents have taught them. But not me. I know what the future holds for them. I give them a little sip of a special drink to get them in the mood. And then a call to all my P* cock friends who want to have a little fun. Those little sluts will NEVER be the same again. And I can’t wait to WATCH every pounding moment of it. I make sure to set up my video camera so I can relive it over and over again. The guys can’t wait to get started. They want to rip the clothes off the sluts. And slam their cocks down the little whores throats. I had to play with my pussy while I watched as those big hard cocks borrowed their way into those tiny little holes! It was pure heaven. And seeing those big cocks explode pushes me to cum so hard. I do love my job!