Holy Thursday, was a holy day right? More like the opposite for me! I think this day should be about sacrifice…and I’ve got just the girl in mind. Jadyn. That slut is the biggest whore of all! I knew that all those naughty, and all those sinful would appreciate such a corrupt little girl. Don’t let that pretty cute smile fool you, she knows exactly how to be the dirtiest little bitch. She knows how to take all these cocks in the most brutal way…until that little smile is no more and little Jadyn just stops breathing…but I am getting ahead of myself. I’m just ready to see the terror in her eyes as she realizes this is no regular gangbang but rather a vicious fucking sacrifice. She’ll be taking cocks up her ass and pussy one second, and choking on a nice long dick too…and then the next that cock down her throat it going to keep choking her. She won’t be able to breathe at all…and I’ll be just laughing and laughing as she struggles for air, as I see all those hands grasping her neck and choking her there too…all the while pounding those little holes…bye bye Jadyn you’ve been the best little sacrifice yet.
Category: Blasphemy sex
Holy Thursday wasn’t very holy for me!
Good Friday for the Fire Ants…..
I finally trapped the monster who stole my car and it’s gonna be a Good Friday he won’t live to forget. I’ve starved him in my dungeon for only a week now with nothing but vinegar to drink. I’ve made him jerk off 25 times for my amusement. Teach that fucker to leave condom wrappers in my car. He’s crazy with fear and hunger, willing to say anything I tell him to live. I fuck with him, making him renounce his God, though he isn’t even Christian.
I put a rope around his wrists and drag him outside, 200 acres away from civilization. I walk him in circles, kicking him. Knocking him down over and over. Hey, what better way to celebrate Easter than a good old fashioned re-enactment of the Play. I kick him in the teeth and he is drooling blood. Unlike Christ, his crown is one of barb wire, with sharpened steel spikes that spear the flesh, digging in clear to the brain. I’ve driven tacks into his sandals so that each step draws blood, calling the fire ants. I grab my riding crop and cut lashes into his back. I hate fucking thieves. I’m feeling demented and creative. I see an old landscape timber rotting in the grass. I make him pick it up and carry it over his head. I feel giddy with religious energy. The effort makes him cry and beg. The fire ants are climbing his bloody rags now, biting him, taking to their special hell.
You didn’t really think I was gonna nail him to a cross, did ya? That’s so cliche. I’m just gonna nail some spikes into a 2×4 and knock him across the head with it. Leave the asshole lying there in the dust. Let the fireants and the varmints to do the rest. Aint no justice like MY justice.
Blasphemy Phone Sex for Holy Thursday
Blasphemy phone sex is how I spend Holy Thursday. Everyone is going crazy for Easter and Ash Wednesday, but guess what? I’m atheist. Fuck God and Jesus. If they existed would there be sick bitches like me on this earth? I guess if you believe in that religious bull crap, you could make a case for me being possessed by the devil. I am most definitely a dark princess. Last Holy Thursday I wrecked havoc on a little Catholic schoolgirl. I was babysitting for this extremely religious couple. Why they hired a Goth girl is beyond me. I guess they thought they could save my soul or something. Well, their little snot nosed brat was being a royal pain in the ass. She started telling me my soul was damned and that I was going to hell for cursing and worshiping the devil, which she thought I did because of my appearance. “You have to believe in God to believe in the Devil you stupid cunt,” I told her.
She started threatening me, so I grabbed the little twat by her air and dragged her into the bathroom. I yanked a cross off the wall and impaled her little snatch with it. “You love Jesus so much, fuck him you little whore,” I screamed as I thrust that cross deep into her bald cunt. “If that God you love so much, loved you back, would he let me do this to you,” I inquired as I continued to impale her little fuck holes. The little whore started to pray. “The only one that can help you now is me, bitch,” I said as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. Her little bloodied cunt was so swollen. I was determined to make her hate God and curse his name. I got out her Bible and smeared her blood on the pages. Then I spit on it and set it on fire. “No scripture will give you any comfort right now you little whore “, I said. I just fucked her some more with various crosses until she caved and said, “Fuck Jesus, Fuck God.” I love blasphemy sex. Maybe the little brats I bring to the dark side don’t so much, but we all know Hell is for little ones. I can’t wait to break more little girls this coming Holy Thursday too. Wanna join me?
The Night Stalkers
Living a life of shame like I do makes me reluctant to share my dirty secret. I love being abused and treated like the worthless trash that I am. But something happened that was far worse than anything I’d ever experienced. While I slept off a drug binge, 5 men broke into my house. They took whatever they pleased until they found me sleeping. I awoke when the first one landed on top of me, ripping at my clothes and pinching my tits. I heard zippers coming down before I knew what was happening. I screamed as a fist smashed into the side of my head and a knife was held to my throat. Cocks were coming at me from all around. My panties were ripped off and my ass and pussy were violated. Another cock was stuffed into my mouth as I struggled for air. The pain was so intense that I wanted to die. When the first four were done stuffing me with cock and filling me with cum, the fifth man laughed as he put a Walmart bag over my head and pulled it tight.
I struggled and fought as they cheered and he, too, pushed into my creampie pussy with his giant fuckstick. I tried to inhale but there was no air. My head pounded and my mind screamed as I sucked the bag into my mouth. He was moaning now, pumping me hard, as he got off on seeing me die. I guess even my dying pussy liked the pain because it convulsed with massive orgasmic waves, making me gush. I bucked hard against his cock as he rode what he believed to be my death thrash, to the end. I passed out from the lack of oxygen and the asphyxiation pleasure. They left me for dead on my bed. Lucky for me, one of my broken teeth had pierced the bag and given me just enough oxygen to survive. My body betrayed me that day and I know now exactly how warped I am. SO bring it on asshole, I can take it. Make me your dead whore.
Taboo Phone Sex a Murderous Maelstrom
A murderous maelstrom of taboo phone sex compulsions with an evil babysitter. I will engage you with my sultry voice as I work my enchantress magic in hijacking your mind. You will become mesmerized by all that I say and I will make you my accomplice in murderous rape phone sex fantasies. We will join together and perform sexually driven rituals on the sweet innocent victims.
The parents of these sweet young sacrificial offerings have no idea what they signed into when they employed me and signed my contract. A deal with the She-Devil if you will. My ability to give a shit is non-existent and that, my dear brain washed assistant, is what separates me from the rest. I have no conscience in what we do with these fuck dolls, and when I am done playing with them – or rather when your done fucking and penetrating their enticing fuck holes – they become disposable. I will decide on how we snuff the slut out if it hasn’t happened while you took out all your pent up rage on the cum receptacle.
Gangbang Rape Porn with a Filthy Whore
The stillness of the night was penetrating as I slipped off the motorcycle with assistance from Master.We were in an area of vacant warehouses and I had no idea I would be participating in a gangbang rape porn. I was told to wear the red silk slip dress, and the red leather stiletto boots. When Master arrived he helped me into a leather jacket and lead me to his bike. I am to never ask Master questions, on my own anyway. He whispered in my ear as he helped me off the bike “Are you my favorite Filthy Whore?” I could only nod.
“Good Girl” Master cooed at me as he led me into a back entrance of one of the warehouses. Upon entering there were bright lights and cameras set up and I could see a crowd of men surrounding an area with some hanging chains. Led into the center of the crowd guys were echoing their approval, they all stood naked. My arms were pulled over my head and my dress removed followed by my wrists being clamped into cuffs that were then attached to the chains.
Without warning I was blindfolded and in seconds felt my ass and cunt penetrated by cock. I wanted to cry out from the pain of being stretched but knew better. These first two guys ejaculated in me and pulled out allowing another pair to slide into my fuck holes and do the same. This went on all the while I was being videotaped. I was the star of a 100 man gangbang rape porn and it was fucking brutal. In the end I felt my holes ripped and ass gaping and dripping with cum.
Ass Rape Porn w/ Rape Porn Pics of a BitchBoi
When someone really pisses me off there is nothing I wish for more than REVENGE!!! I like to start with some humiliation making an ass rape porn video of what is foreplay. Rape porn pics of this bitchboi are taken as I laugh with an evil edge as sharp as my blade. Once I’m done with my foreplay I will perform some castration phone sex of this pathetic asshats penis.
As a witch I make everything into a ritual and make sure to present an offering to the Goddess. In this case my offering is the pathetic cock of this bitchboi that threatened to raise his fucking hand to me. Yeah, THAT will happen in his wet dreams! Well, at least one tool that he felt made him a man is no longer a threat to his title as a Bitch. It saddens me that his blood loss was extreme and I stood over him as I watched his pathetic body go cold.
Ash Wednesday was for killing!
I went on a spree – a killing spree. It was Ash Wednesday and I was looking for whoever boasted the cross of ash on their forehead. Those were the ones I killed brutally…those were the ones that deserved it most. I’m not really sure what all that shit is for or what those ashes are even supposed to mean…I just used it as an excuse to slaughter people. I mean, who wouldn’t right? I don’t really ever need a reason to kill but I will do it gladly and happily in any bloody way I can think of. I was doing them all differently but leaving the same mark on their forehead so everyone that finds them, laying there bloodied and dead, trust me, those people definitely knew that I was on a hunt for more blood from those with that stupid cross. It didn’t matter to me if they were old or young, big or small, female or male, nothing mattered at all except seeing them dead…
Ass Rape Porn: My Next Victim?
For fun I made my brother dress like a nun and I sodomized his bitch ass. Making blasphemy sex ass rape porn is quite the way to procure extra cash. I find it the obvious solution when my brother fucks up a task. Nothing more satisfying than screaming blasphemies as I wear a priests collar and little less than a strap-on, and anally fuck a nun.
Fuck my brother and I have been having incest sex since we discovered that our parts plugged into one another. So yeah I’ve fucked my brother often and most of his friends. Did I mention he is part of the biker gang I am in. Getting beat into the club was so fucking hot that I had one hell of an orgy after the initiation. So if you are into a badass tormenting you, well I’m just the one for the job. Home invasion schemes for some form of revenge are a specialty. Tying the inhabitants up and doing all kinds of deranged shit.
Just don’t expect me to be submissive!!!
A Blasphemy Sex Game
I knew him as soon as I saw his face. He didn’t have to be wearing his collar. I will never forget our times in the confessional when I was preparing for first holy communion. How he showed me that the virginal white dress I was to wear was a representation of a bride and how I would be symbolically marrying Christ when I took the symbol of his body into my mouth. He told me that he was a representation of Christ and that is why we called him Father and that I had to take him into my mouth as well. In preparation of course. In many ways he helped make me who I am today. I knew that I would have to give him a little something special as a thank you for all he had given me. He didn’t recognize me at all so when I asked him and a young Nun if they would come to the graveyard and bless the ground where my mother was buried, neither of them hesitated. Once there I took out my knife and held it to his throat while I ordered her to take everything but her habit off. You should have seen her grinding her pussy on that cross and spewing blasphemy in an effort to save his worthless hide. His dick was so hard, just like I remembered it when I was young. I ordered him to take it out of his pants and ran my knife down to where it stood in all it’s erect glory! I could feel his body flinch but he couldn’t hide his arousal. I made him walk over to her and give her the body of Christ just as he had done me. It was a long afternoon for them in that graveyard. I don’t think they will find them under the coffins of the couple that was buried later that afternoon.