Category: Blasphemy sex

I Became His Victim


Evil phone sex My slutty ways we’re bound to get me trouble. I was at a party with some friends and we had gotten really drunk. No surprise I got so wasted that when it was time leave I was a total mess. I started stripping in front of everyone. And yelling out obscenities. The  host was get annoyed by me so they arranged a ride home for me with the quickness. They had me escorted into the car of someone I didn’t even know. I noticed we were driving really far out. He had asked me where I lived but eventually I realized he wasn’t even headed in that direction. Where the fuck are we going? I yelled. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. He ordered me out of the car. I was so scared I did exactly what he said. He bent me over the hood of the car and forced himself in side of me. I was getting taken advantage of right in the middle of the street.

Bloody Easter

Evil phone sexMaster says everyone is supposed to be staying home. Their gathering was selfish and pointless so they were worthy of punishment. He dressed me in a beautiful white gown and had me infiltrate into the group. They started with prayer and praise to the false god. Each minute felt like nails against a chalkboard to me. The hypocrisy was laughable as their preacher talked about avoiding sin, he was always looking at me with eyes full of lust. While he talked about how important this day was, he undressed me with his eyes. Bet he was grateful his robes hid his boner, but I knew it was there. I started with the hypocrite first, Master said it was ok to start without him. While the service was over and the group started gathering for the Easter festivities the preacher found me in a back room. The tension was high, he couldn’t control himself trying to use religion as a way to describe our connection. I smiled and hopped up on a table and pulled up my dress. Watching as the “holy” man got down on his knees before me and started to eat my cunt. It felt good so I waited until the cusp of orgasm before I drove my long blade into his neck. Cumming against his face while he choked on his own blood. I left his lifeless body behind, admiring the bloodstains on my dress, smiling as it seemed like an approval. I walked into the room where the rest of the sheep gathered. Master was already there, waiting for me. They had no idea the wolf that hid among their flock. When people noticed me and the blood of my dress all fell silent. The only sound next was the slashing of Master’s blades as he worked quickly but efficiently through the room.

Blasphemy Sex in a Mega Church

blasphemy sexI love blasphemy sex. I am a Satan loving bitch. God doesn’t exist and his followers are stupid shits. Personally, I think this virus is part of Satan’s plan. It has closed the churches. It is hurting the coffers of the church too. A friend and I broke into this mega church yesterday. This church is obscene. Its followers must be stupid. I mean the church looks like a mansion. A church that opulent and vast violates a few commandments, especially in the neighborhood where it is located. With the churches shut down, it was easy to break in. I used black spray paint to cover the cameras. We got in by breaking a window. No silent alarm either. We had lamb’s blood in buckets in the back of my truck. We splattered the pews with the blood. We made sure we covered all the crossed and Bibles in blood too. We wrote blasphemous things on the walls with blood. I wrote Satan rules. My accomplice and I fucked on the alter like wild animals all the while saying fuck you to the dead man upstairs. I pissed in the baptismal tub. I fucked my cunt and ass with crosses. My partner in crime shot his wad all over the sacred items. We destroyed that church. We were there all night long fucking and destroying the holy vessel of a dumb flock. I mean the big wigs of this church live high on the hog while the congregation struggles to put food on their tables. What kind of God makes them struggle and take their money so the church can live in opulence? We wanted to burn the church down. We still might, but we wanted the assholes in charge to see what we did. How we desecrated their holy structure. Blasphemy phone sex is so fucking hot. We turned that fake church into Satan’s playground.

Layla Gets Violated

 

evil phone sexIm easy to fuck when I drink. I was at a party late the other night. I had gotten really drunk and I think one of the guys at the party had slipped something into my drink. I felt really dizzy and was stumbing towards the door. A man stopped me and he offered me a ride home in his car. Against my better judgement I got into the car with him. He drove me to my house and before I could get out he put a gun to my head and demanded that I give him my keys. Scared to death I did exactly what he told me. He dragged me inside by my arm and pointed the gun at my temple. Strip down naked. He snarled. I took my clothes off and he started feeling all over my body with his greasy hands. He ordered me to lay down on my back and seperate my legs. Then he began to violate my pussy with agressive force. I was crying and begging him to stop while he took advantage of me.

Unholy Work

Blasphemy phone sexMy Master does all of his work for the dark lord. Each innocent soul we corrupt, destroy or completely purge from the Earth is a sacrifice granting us more power and favor. Nothing is more satisfying then snuffing out another stupid bitch to feel the rush of power surge through me. It’s so arousing no wonder Master always seems insatiable. I’ve gotten used to the screams, sounds and grotesque surroundings that I feel at home in our temple. I’ve become a great disciple for his unholiness. One day when I get his sign I will gladly give my body over to him and he will take me on to become his bride. If I’m truly worthy I may even be fortunate enough to carry his seed. One day at a time, I suppose for now I must find more to corrupt or dispose of, depending on what will please my Master and the dark lord more at the time.

Layla Cant Escape This Time

 

 

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                 Murder makes me feel really kinky. You remember my prostitute friend who had been murdered. Well she had been laid to rest quite some time ago now. so I decided to go to the graveyard to visit. It was a cold and windy night. I was alone I went to the graveyard and noticed something a little strange. Next to her grave was some black roses with a note attached to it. It said ‘I know who killed your freind’ and it had a phone number written on it. Angered by the display, I called the number immediately. ‘Listen do you think this is funny?’ I cussed  them out on their answering machine. And went home really upset I was about to fall asleep on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it. there was a figure standing there with a gun in their hand. ‘bitch get down on your knees! they demanded. they started pistol-whipping me. don’t ever talk to me like that! they snarled ‘you’ll end up just like your friend’ I begged them to stop but they got on top of me and forced my legs open. They took advantage of me just how they did carol.

Layla Involved In Homicide

accomplice phone sexI haven’t heard from one of my friends in a while. I was hoping that they were okay. That night will be in one I will never forget. What I saw made my blood run cold. Headed over to their house and I knocked on the door. There was no answer so I went through the back. The door was unlocked. I went into the living room. I called their name. No one seemed to be there. I checked every room of the house and then I went into the basement. I turned on the light. Tied up with rope and electrical cord around her neck, she had been strangled to death. I ran out the house in a panic. I went straight back to my house and closed the door. I thought to call the cops, but I was scared of what would happen next. My hands are shaking and I could hardly breathe.

Who Set Up Layla?

blasphemy phone sexI hope someone doesn’t leak my nude photos.  Problem was I haven’t heard from my friend Claire in a while. I was hoping she was all right. I figured that maybe she was just busy and that’s why I haven’t been able to talk to her in a while. I was just relaxing at home by myself when I heard the telephone ring. I went over to it and answered it. A voice said ” I know where your friend Claire is and if you want to see her alive again you’d better do exactly what I tell you to do.” I completely froze up.  What did you do with her? I demanded. “Where is my friend?” he said I’m not going to tell you until you do exactly as I say. The voice demanded. “Now I want you to send me naked pictures of yourself.” I’m not sending that I said I’m going to call the police. “How are you going to call the police if you don’t know who I am?” the voice demanded. “Now send me these nude photos or I’ll slice her throat right now!” I could hear somebody screaming in background.

Layla Gets A Creepy Phone Call

evil phone sexIt was a dark and stormy night. I was at home in my room watching porn. That evening I was alone  in my bed wearing some hot red lingerie. I was just sipping on some wine trying to relax. it had been a stressful week. So rain slowly fell against my window. the phone rang. It was already 11 p.m. I knew that it couldn’t have been anyone I knew calling. Since  I like to have quiet time in the evening. So I went over to the phone and picked it up. hello? no answer.  just some heavy breathing. hello? I tried again. it was no answer with some heavy breathing again. I hang up the phone. I went back to my bed and started to relax. I heard some more ringing.  I was determined to tell the person calling off. so I picked up the phone who is this? “I’m downstairs why don’t you come down and see me.” a creepy voice answered. I immediately knew someone was in my apartment. My hands were shaking. my heart started pounding who was in my house?

Snuff Sex Is My Addiction

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You’ve been talking about this one fetish you have ever since we started fucking – snuff sex. You have always liked putting your hands around my throat while we fuck. You like squeezing until I give you the safe word. But you tell me how much you’d like to ditch the safe word and go all the way with me. You want to keep squeezing my throat and squeeze the life out of me. As much as I am a little embarrassed to admit it, the thought of you doing that really does make my pussy wet. I’ve even started having my own fantasies about it.
Let’s just say that one night you come home and you find me sitting on the bed in really sexy lingerie. You ask me what the special occasion is and I tell you that I’m finally going to let you have the one thing you want most – my life. I take your clothes off and then lie down on my back, still in my lingerie I spread my legs and tell you to put your cock in me and then ask you to put your hands around my neck. I want to look into your eyes as I slowly slip away…