Category: Blasphemy sex

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord: Cora’s Submission

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Violent phone sex

Here I am collared and cuffed, a possession of my dark lord. I’m his willing ragdoll, a mere plaything for his sinister desires.He’s the embodiment of male dominance, and I’m obsessed. My body belongs to him—a possession to be used and abused.His fist punches my vulnerable flesh, a brutally enticing sensation. The pain radiates, yet I crave more.

The other’s a fist too—double the pleasure, double the fun. My abused holes stretch wider, welcoming their invasion.He treats me like a whore, a punchbag for his aggression. And I love it—each strike sends shivers down my spine.Fuck me like the world’s ending, you sadistic motherfucker! My cunt is yours to ravage.

Relentless pounding ensues, a violent symphony. The bed creaks, my body bounces, and the pain is divine.Cum drenches my abused form, a sticky, well-deserved reward. But this dark lord isn’t done—the sacrifice must continue.He brandishes a knife, a sinister glint in his eye. A mutilation fetish? Oh, yes, slice me up, you madman!The ritual reaches new heights, blood mixing with cum—a pungent cocktail. I’m his human sacrifice, and he’s my divine master.

Cora’s submission is complete—a success! Congratulations, sir—your loyal slave awaits her next instruction.

You’re welcome, perverts—make sure to worship your own dark lords!

Cora’s Forced Feast of Filth: kidnapping phone sex

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My breath hitched as I  felt the cold grip of duct tape across my mouth – My masters twisted signature move for tonight’s fucktoy escapade. My struggles were futile; he was already yanking me towards his car, a wicked glint in his eye that spoke volumes of what he had planned for me tonight. The drive was tense; every backroad we took seemed to echo with my silent screams for help, but none came. We arrived at an isolated motel, its neon sign flickering like a sick beacon in the night. He shoved me into a room that smelled of stale cigarettes and old sex – a fitting stage for their perverse play.

As I stood there trembling, My captor unveiled his surprise – his musclebound friend with an immense cock like a black snake ready to strike. My heart raced with a cocktail of fear and anticipation; I knew what was coming next – an unforgiving pounding from that monstrous dick plowing into my raw, untouched ass while my master watched with eager eyes from the foot of the bed. My body resisted at first, but his relentless force overpowered my defiance – he was determined to take what he wanted tonight.

He pinned me down roughly, spit on in my ass to lubricate his entry point before ramming into me with an animalistic fury that left no room for doubt – this was no longer about consent; it was about power and control as he claimed my most sacred place with each brutish thrust. Eyes welled up with tears from pain and degradation; as he my master stroked his own cock in sync with the savage assault on my ass, I couldn’t deny that somewhere deep inside my twisted core, there was a dark pleasure igniting with every thrust of that massive black snake fucking me mercilessly until I shattered into a thousand pieces of ecstatic agony on that filthy motel bed… And I loved every goddamn second of it because this is who I was – or at least who I had become under his watchful gaze guiding me into this abyss where love and hate danced together in a twisted waltz…

Cora’s Demonic Depravity: A XXX Satanic Ceremony

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Alright, motherfuckers, tonight, Cora’s going down a dark path—a kinky journey into the depths of depravity. The fucking Devil himself has chosen me for a lewd ritual, and oh, am I wet for it.

My cunt’s dripping, dripping wet, like a fucking faucet. The thought of this sacred, sinful fuckfest has me soaking my red lace panties. Yeah, I’m ready for some dark shit.The Horny Devil looms over me, his lust-filled eyes watching my every twitch. He growls, sending shivers down my spine, “You’re my little bitch tonight.”He grabs me by the hair, yanks my head back, and I feel the sweet pain of worship. A fucking drop of hot wax on my tits, and I moan like a bitch in heat. cock emerges, a fucking monster, and I’m in awe of its glory. He rubs his thick, vein-popping shaft against my lips.

“Fuck me, you asshole,” I beg. I suck that juicy piece of meat, tasting his manly essence. The forehead is pounding, the bed creaking under the impact of our passionate fucking.He tears my panties off, and the devil’s cock stretches my cunt, stretching me wider than ever. I’m his little cum bucket, and I love it.The Devil fucks me like the whore I am, each thrust a heavenly sin. My holes are on fire, but I want more, deeper, harder. I’m a fucking masochist, and I crave the pain.Suddenly, he explodes, his sacred seed flooding my aching fickholes. I’m drenched in his sticky offering, a fucking willing sacrifice. And it feels so fucking good, like an electric jolt to my core.

I’ve become a slave to his dark desires, and I fucking love it. The ritual’s over, but the afterglow remains—a sinful, cum-soaked memory.”

Blasphemy Sex and Satanic Rituals Is The Best Sex

Blasphemy Sex and Satanic Rituals Is The Best Sex. As a born into Paganism kind of Goth, my life revolves around rituals. And that is the same with my work life. As a phone sex snuff whore, my pre work rituals are sacred.

Sometimes I will hike up to an abandoned church nearby. Once there I will strip naked and burn my red and black candles. Then I sit back on the dirty floor and just make a tiny slit on my cunt lip with a razor blade.

Then in my bag I have to blood of a virginal beauty I collected last I was forced to babysit a little sister. I collected her menstrual flow and I used it to draw a pentagram. Then with some lighter fluid and a match I lit it all on fire.

Now with the ritual start I lay back and masturbate my bloody cunt with a crucifix wax dildo. Uttering mantras of sadistic joys in how many ways I will fuck and violate Jesus. Then the ways that that Virgin Mary will be fucked into aborting Jesus from her womb by Satan.

Finally the purest joy is summoning Satan with his enraged red phallus to violate my cunt as I Utter over and over Hail Daddy Satan. As I cum on my dildo with the burning candle wax dripping upon my pale flesh I feel a strong need.

Finally this need is in need of manifesting through my disciple’s of Snuff Phone Sex. Call me destroy some young cunts and cocks. Or in turn to be destroyed by a dark goddess with the power of the devil engrained within her DNA. I beckon Thee.

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The more Torture sex, the more power you gain

Torture sexTorture sex with the purest virgin is the ultimate sacrifice to our dark lord Satan. My Master always says to get the attention of the almighty Satan you have to go all out. Not only does he fuck and torture me for hours on end but he also picks out a sweet little thing to join us. She is lucky to be released to Satan, I’ve been dreaming of the day when I can feel his burning cock deep in me forever.

Household pets and small animals are not enough to satisfy the great beast. The best way is to create intense suffering and indulge in every lustful desire. I am expected to perform all sorts of degrading acts with Master’s followers and the offerings they bring. I am fucked by all kinds of cocks and tortured as if we are in the dark ages.

I am the opening act, after my performance, the virgin sacrifice is dragged in, kicking and screaming. My Master likes to snuff them out in all sorts of ways but his favorite recently is beheading. He told me they are aware for a while before they go to hell. He likes to shove his cock in their mouths and really give them a skull fucking right before lights out. I hope I succumb to my death with the most extreme Blasphemy sex!

 

Uncles Do the Nastiest Things: A Necro-fuckfest

Torture sex You sick fuck, you want the dark stuff? The really twisted shit? Well, listen up, because your perverted uncle’s about to show you the time of your life.

A young, innocent lad—a mere sniveling child—who happens to wander into Uncle’s sinister sights. With a sweet tooth and a curious mind, he’s an easy target. A flash of candy, a glimpse of a toy, and he’s done for.

Before he knows it, he’s knocked out colder than a polar bear’s balls. When he comes to, he finds himself tied up, naked, and at the mercy of two real monsters.

Uncle has a twisted mindset. He doesn’t discriminate against age—a hole’s a hole, right? So, this poor kid’s in for a world of hurt. While he’s still groggy, Uncle reveals his true colors, brutal and sadistic, cunningly slapping the boy with his enormous cock.

The kid’s screams are muzzled as Uncle mounts him, forcing his massive shaft down the lad’s throat. Choking, gagging—the boy’s eyes bulge out of his head. But Uncle’s just getting started, and commands me, his willing niece, to muffle the boy’s screams.

I obey, pushing the pillow hard against his mouth, suffocating him as Uncle mercilessly pounds his tight, virgin asshole. The boy’s struggles grow weaker, and his cries for help are muffled. But Uncle’s lust knows no bounds. He pounds and pounds, ripping apart that delicate little hole.

You guessed it—this kid won’t be coming home. Uncle’s lust for dead flesh has prevailed. He fills the boy’s warm, limp body with his seed, grunting in satisfaction. And when the sun rises, we’re left with a chilling tale of depravity.

So, there you have it—a night of pure, unadulterated evil. And you know what they say—blood’s thicker than water.

Bondage phone sex and water play is pure evil.

            Bondage phone sex and water play is pure evil. That is after all why is it so prevalent in the bible. It must be remembered that water torture is ancient. Used on witches, enemies, old and young. The Chinese had an ancient water torture that included bondage.

            Now I know what you are thinking, how is it torture. Well, they would bind you. Tie you tight. Then let one drop of water every few seconds hit you in the middle of the forehead. Oh, to be sure you are thinking this will not bother me.

            Bound tightly. Not able to move. Hours later you feel like you are being drilled into the head with an ice pick. This is a slow torture.

Bondage phone sex          Evil phone sex when it comes to water explained.

Whereas at the same time, the puritans would simply use bondage to hold you to the chair as you were fully immersed in a pond on a chair. At the same time when I think of this, I like to picture at a carnival the person you throw balls at to dunk.

Same concept. Dunked down into the water. For this reason, we have made a game out of it. In the long run you are going to learn that water torture really is some of the worst tortures out there.

From time to time, you may be thinking how is water torture so evil? To point out that it is wet, and you like to swim in it. From a great height it would be like hitting concrete. Not at all present.

Once more there is the fact that Christians have used it for killing witches for hundreds of years. It is said that fire will release the soul of a witch as she was born in the fiery hell.

Given these points if you drown a witch there is no place for her to return to. Doomed to suffer for all eternity. In summary which would be preferable? A quick death and return home to the bowels of hell or slow and painful.

Anal rape porn Memories: A Shock Factor Retrospective

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Some phone sex requests are downright shocking—like that time I relived my anal deflowering. It was supposed to be a regular make-out session, but this guy had other plans.

We were grinding against each other, and his hard-on felt incredible against my soaked pussy. The dirty promises he whispered into my ear sent shivers down my spine. And then, he went in for the kill—a finger in my ass, followed by a rough tongue and deep fingers that hit the spot.

Before I could catch my breath, he turned me around and rammed his huge cock into my virgin ass. The pain was immense, but so was the pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before—wild, primeval, and utterly consuming.

He didn’t bother with niceties, just grabbed my hips and pounded away. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through my body, and I was putty in his hands. The shock of it all—the sheer rawness—sent me over the edge, and I came hard.

He didn’t hold back, either. With a powerful groan, he unloaded his seed deep within me, leaving me feeling strangely satisfied and sore.

That was the night I lost my anal cherry, and damn, was it worth it!

 

Blasphemy Phone Sex is Designed to Corrupt Clergy Men

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex was made to corrupt men of God. And I was made to be the whore who does it. Sin exists in everyone’s hearts, but you’d hope that a catholic priest would be a lot better at resisting temptation. I use their supposed good nature to lure them in. I climb into the confessional and say hello to the priest. Then, I confess my sins. Every sexy sinful thing I’ve ever done. A lot of premarital sex, sex with women, sodomy, and taking God’s name in vain. Then I weep for my eternally damned soul.

Sir I’m Addicted to Blasphemy Sex

Of course, the priest tries to comfort me. But I admit that no amount of Hail Mary’s can save my soul. The sin of sex is embedded in my brain. I’m addicted to fucking. Then I admit my final sin. I’ve always wanted to fuck a priest. He goes silent. I leave my side of the confessional and open his side. This man of God has a rock hard cock in the middle of a fucking church. I get on my knees like I’m about to pray. I ask God to forgive me and then start pulling at his robes.

Sadistic Slut Sucks the Cum Out of the Priests Cock

He barely tries to stop me. I push his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his cock. Every time he says my child, I moan around his cock. Then take his dick so far down my throat that I could lick his balls. His head is up to the sky like he’s already apologizing for his sins. The idea that God is watching me swallow his cock makes me suck even harder. I want God to see me suck the cum out of this saintly cock. The priest shoots his load down my throat. I wipe my mouth and tell him maybe God will forgive him too.

Satan’s Seduction: A Church Whore’s Confession

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Church-going has a whole new meaning after my catholic school days. You see, I was a naughty, naughty girl, and ‘blasphemy sex’ was my middle name. The Lord may forgive, but I sure as hell don’t!

I’ve had my sinful moments right there in the house of God, riding crucifixes and moaning ‘Hail Satan!’ in the sanctity of that holy place. The thrill of doing the devil’s work in the shadows of the altar sent shivers down my spine.

But my masterpiece was corrupting the priest, that holy motherfucker. I seduced him, a young buck with a lusty gaze, and soon he was my willing slave. Right there on the altar, we united in unholy matings, defiling the very essence of their belief.

I pissed and shat on the Bible, that so-called ‘good book,’ just to show my disdain. And for added delight, I used a St. Joseph statue as a dildo—the priest’s eyes nearly popped out of his head!

He was my math teacher too, and after that incident, my grades were forever preserved. I never had to lift a finger for assignments again. My new BFF made sure I aced every term.

Such sweet, sweet corruption! And the best part? Blackmailing the priest into a perpetual fuckfest. He was putty in my hands, and our incestuously religious adventures knew no bounds.

So, dear parishioners, let’s hear it for the whore who found her true calling in the church aisles. Hail to the power of unholy lust!