Blasphemy sex is more than just bringing power to ourselves. It’s about building up the power for Satan to come to this world. We need to bring about the apocalypse, and we need an army. Master, your balls are so full, and I know you will breed me for Satan’s army!
First, I will bring forth our little sacrifice. A young virgin with a tight pussy that will bleed on your cock for our Dark Lord! Master, when your cock enters her bald cunt I will piss down her throat and hail Satan. Each time you pump into her cunt, do it harder and harder. Bring so much suffering upon this little cunt, and then I will slit her throat.
Hold in that cum, my king, and fuck me on top of our Snuff sex slave as she bleeds out. This will ensure a good start to the Satanic army we want to build! Just imagine, all of your cum totally drained, and the power of your cock fuels bringing Hell on Earth.
Category: Domination phone sex
Blasphemy sex brings the power to your balls to make an army
Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About
I become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.
Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.
Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.
Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead
Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.
But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.
Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.
Castration and Domination Are A Girls Best Friend
Last night I had a nasty domination phone sex call with a real slut that wanted the ultimate C&B torture! I took him to a catholic church one of the old abandoned ones in the city and laid him down oved a pentagram i carved in the wood floor. I tied up his cock and balls until they were red and purple and bulging. I stuck smalll sewing needles in his swollen ball sack and made small drops of blood fall down the swollen sack. He whimpered but didn’t budge the man slut knew his place. I shoved a large sounding rod in his pisshole and laughed when he screamed out and begged me to stop.
I reminded him that he asked for this and his sacrifice would taint this sacred ground. I pulled out a long sharp scalpel the blade was ever so slightly curves and i knew his blood would look amazing on the cold steal metal of the blade. I began cutting away at his cock one piece at a time. Sticky warm blood covered my hand and when I was finished there was just skin and blood. I licked the blood from my hands and blade and fed him his manhood and laughed at him knowing he was just another useless slut now.
Gangbang Rape Porn Stars Have 9 Lives
I never intentionally plan on being a gangbang rape porn star. But it just happens. Sometimes I’m asking for it by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes I am paid for it because I’m desperate for money to score some cocaine. However, most of the time I’m just minding my own business someplace and my very existence makes men want to do bad things to me.
I went to this underground party a couple nights ago. Sort of like a rave. This guy I know told me about it and said it was a great place to party, score some drugs, and have fun. It sounded like a good opportunity for me to make new friends and score some cocaine. But I should’ve known it was a set up. There was no rave. No underground party. Just a bunch of men waiting for a dumb ass bitch like me to show up so they could explore their rape phone sex fantasies.
I am not talking about one guy or even two guys. That I felt confident I could handle. This appeared to be an army of men. And they acted like they had mommy issues that they needed to explore. As soon as I entered this very dark and quiet underground bunker, I realized I would be attending a rave. At least no party I wanted to join. But when I tried to run, a guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me back with such force that I ended up slamming against the wall.
A Scrappy, Drug Fueled Mommy Can Survive Anything
As I laid dazed and confused on the floor, these men started kicking me, pissing on me and ripping my clothes off. They broke me so they could fuck me. Took the fight out of me. I may not be book smart, but I am street smart. So, I knew not to fight again.
I let those men play musical holes with my pussy, mouth and ass. And I told myself I’ve done far worse things. But at least I did those things for cocaine. I was not a willing participant in this little ass rape porn movie they wanted to make with me.
But like anything eventually, it ended. However, by then I appeared covered in cum. My nose started bleeding. My entire body hurt, and I smelled like a toilet. But because I’m scrappy, I survived. Those men didn’t break me. I was broken long before them. But at least I know how to survive.
Bad demented daddy with the limp dick dominating my tootsie
As you all know and love hearing about my fucked up past time and my deadbeat dick riding daddy. Beat me to a living pulp while mommy watched a directed. That look in her nasty evil eyes, she enjoyed every moment, I could see and smell her soiling panties from from afar, “monster mommy” I’d call her. If she had a dick it’d be a fatty anaconnda. She’s like a snake, once she’d have full control of my baby bootie she’d bite me requiring a vaccine in order to survive.
I love every minute of the brutal beating you give to me because of the wild, evil demented young fuck you gave me growing up. Would you like to be my bad bad daddy ready to beating the ever living shit out of me? Don’t make me crawl and beg you baby!!
I grew up with rage, spicy abuse and violence. Daddy was an old mean bastard with a limp dick. I was beaten and violated, abused by daddy and brother every night. He used my brother’s pester pecker to smash me, pathetic pop couldn’t get it up.
it was an incestual nightly fuck train. At a young age daddy had control over me. My precious virgin kitty belonged to him to punish to the core, locking me up.
Daddy loved to invite his friends, my uncles and brothers to join in, pinning me down and taking their ass raping fantasies out on my tiny baby girl pussy. Daddy in one hole, my brother in the other. Widening, stretching, oozing, dripping cum goey and crusty with blood. Screaming and crying I began to enjoy it. Rocking my bald little cunt as daddy watched over me getting my cunt walls shredded to pieces. Brother in my ass, balls deep, shaft completely covered deep inside me. Spanking and riding me like an animal, making daddy so proud.
Tied to the door, neck bound, hands behind my back. Daddy’s face between my little legs sucking on my tight clammy baby bell. Brother fucking my bent over body. Stimulated, abused, tormented and choked left to my own death a demise.
Babysitter Cora gets completely ruined in snowed-in bondage night
Babysitter Phone Sex Fantasy with Cora
One of the first times I ever tried bondage was when I was really young, and I got snowed in at this super hot single Dad’s house when I was babysitting one winter.
I could see his face get all excited once he saw that my car couldn’t leave the driveway.
“You’re stuck with us overnight, Cora.”
Maybe I could finally live out my fantasy of fucking this Dad. I’ve fantasized about him, touching myself at night to thoughts of his strong hands on me. Now, it’s real!
But I was in for a bigger surprise when he pulled out black silky ropes. I felt a little in over my head. My inexperienced body responds with a rush of heat between my legs. My pussy was jumping in excitement.
He ties my arms above me to the headboard and rips all my clothes off. His thumb rubs my clit, as my wrists tug at the ropes. The restraint heightens everything. He loved making me his obedient little cum slave.
I’m helpless, and I’m just his to use.
Bondage Phone Sex With Rena As Your Snuff Bondage Queen
As I lay bound tightly with my wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts in a hot bondage phone sex scene
, You approached me confidently. The ropes biting into my skin only served to heighten the anticipation coursing through every fiber of my being. Your eyes held a mix of lust and dominance that sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, running your fingers along the line of rope across my chest before tracing them teasingly over one nipple which hardened under your touch. “I can’t wait to see how much you enjoy this.”
Without further ado, you positioned yourself between my legs and thrust forcefully into me, claiming what was yours in a way that left no doubt as to who was in control here. Each powerful stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me despite the discomfort from being restrained; it seemed as though our connection transcended physical boundaries at this point.
Your hips pounded against mine in rhythm with each groan escaping your lips while spit dripped onto parts untouched by sunlight for centuries -a testament not only our intense intimacy but also our shared love for taboo desires hidden away from prying eyes… And even when tears streamed down cheeks due either pain or pleasure (or both), I couldn’t help but moan louder encouraging more punishment because deep inside knew there was no other place where I belonged than right here beneath You like this… Bound… Helpless… Yours completely until end credits roll on screen signaling climax has been reached.
As our bodies shook together in unison, reaching climax after climax under the harsh glare of camera lights, I felt a sense of release wash over me unlike anything else before. It wasn’t just physical; it was emotional too –a catharsis born out of submission and desire that left me spent but wanting more at same time… And when You finally pulled out with a satisfied grunt followed by sticky pop! as cum splattered against my insides signaling end scene has ended -I couldn’t help but feel both relieved yet saddened knowing this chapter had come to close forever…
But alas, such is nature snuff films: brief encounters filled passionate highs followed by sudden lows once cameras stop rolling leaving behind only memories etched onto digital storage devices for others like us to relive again later on down road when we need reminding why we do what do best-push boundaries further than most dare venture into darkness’s depths where only true thrills reside…
Exploring Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies is My Specialty
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, you might be in the right spot. I especially enjoy rape fantasies for mommy. And until I went down the rabbit hole of cocaine, I honestly did not know how many men possess such fantasies for mommy. It seems to be no secret that I do anything for coke or the money to buy coke. Sometimes I meet men who just take me with no reward.
And I never mind providing that sort of fantasy, but I do want something in return for it. However, Adam had no clue that I give up my fuck holes easily. But he didn’t strike me as the type of man who wanted fantasy. This guy saw me as nothing more than a dirty redheaded whore, and his personal ass porn star. Apparently, he drugged my drink at the bar, and it kicked in as I arrived home.
Unfortunately, for me, I was home alone because my sons spent the night at a friend ‘s house and my husband went out of town to visit his sisters who hate me. I stumbled into my house drunk. But apparently, he was right on my heels and pushed me inside. Locked the door, pulled out his cock and fucked me. Slapped me around a bit, calling me a cock tease at the bar. I barely remembered talking to him.
Something About Me Brings Out the Worst in Men
Although I tried to fight him, I appeared too intoxicated to fight much. When I puked, he shoved my face in it like a dog who pissed the carpet. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I appeared unsuccessful. And I did not know if he planned on killing me or not. So, I told myself to lie there and pray it would be over soon.
He called me mommy as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy and ass choking me at the same time. I knew I would not get any coke out of this. Not even any money. I think this would be considered a crime of opportunity. A sexy drunk mature woman leaves a bar and he seized his opportunity.
Eventually, he left. He ordered me to shower first. I guess to wash away any DNA in case I went to the cops. This is not my first rodeo. I’m a seasoned snuff sex slut. I just felt grateful to be alive. But I know eventually one round with the wrong man will kill me. What is it about me that brings out the worst in men?
Ravage gangbanging, smile for the camera slave whore!
My nasty mommy taught me to seek out men like you, she even sold me to sick old men who ravaged me at such a young age. My master fills my sweet succle cooter with piles of creamy love when he sets me up for the worst of the worst. He drugs me, get’s me litty and wet and likes to film these things like a naughty raunchy dick.
I need to earn every keep with master dick face. He sets me up for evil, getting ravaged and smashed. This time though he set me up for a train. Gangbanged, tortured and brutally beaten for the fun and the camera. Setting up a perfect shot above me while I’m tied down from head to toe.
On my back with my legs tied above my head each cock was shoved deep into my bloody abyce. Every man taking his rape fantasies out on me. Making me quiver, the fear of all this fucking turns me the hell on. I whimpered and cried tears of enjoyment, all these fucks looking me in the eye as they shot their darts deep inside. Raw fucked red, I’m bleeding cum. It’s spewing down to my ass.
One by one I was taken down, gangbang fun for all these deadbeats, some fingered my beaming butthole sending sensations all over my body creating oozing spunk running down to my thirty asshole. I thrust my power wet pussy pushing myself into each groin. Smiling for the camera to make master happy. My arms tied above my head while some held on to my cutie titty’s smashing then dashing, all watching and laughing at me.
I’ve been piled on and ravaged. Every man watching each other, cheering, cumming and spreading my cervix. Evil and nasty and I love every moment of this. Making master so happy that his throbbing groin leaking pre cum down his legs, filling his pants. I’m his little toy, he gets off on all the wicked pain inflicted on me, saving this porn to extort me if I ever leave.
Necrophilia Phone Sex For the Best Dead Fuck
Necrophilia phone sex is a gravely enticing for a morbid kind of pleasure. One night my boyfriend that worked at the Hospital morgue brought me home a gift.
This was true love. When I got my hands on this decapitated corpse of a factory worker I was so ecstatic.
First my morbid thoughts needed to hear about the accident report and how his head got crushed.
Evidently the poor sod was working on an elevator shaft and the elevator came hurdling down. And with it went his head.
Necrophilia Phone Sex is More Than Dead Fucks
Now this is a true lesson boys and girls always keep your heads from the shaft of an elevator. Keep arms and heads inside the card windows as well.
After all I have a story on that also, well not a car but a roller-coaster accident. So bloody and gory for Snuff sex filth.
Finally as I was listening to the report my mind went to the very incident being described and my hands roamed the corpses cock.
At this point I was ready to fuck the dead and told my man to blast the Dark Throne while I mount this dead dick.
At last his sticky decomposing shaft was sliding inside my sadistic phone sex vagina. In fact I was nearly coming just from staring down at his headless naked body. Nothing like that autopsy slit and stitches to really get my juices flowing.
Once I started to cum on that dick I was in need of my boyfriends cock to thrust inside my asshole. I love double penetration with a dead fucker.
Fucking the dead is Gothic as fuck and I am the darkest and most evil of them all. If you want to search out some dead chicks to violate their holes I can sure help find some. All the fantasy rape girls and prostitutes are always in my mans corpse drawers in the hospital basement.


















