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Blasphemy Sex with Blair

blasphemy sexHe wanted blasphemy sex. He wanted me to hail Satan and curse God as we fucked. I may not be the most religious woman around. I worship at the house of cocaine, but it made me queasy to say what he wanted. If I didn’t deliver him a blasphemous hot time, he would have killed me. He made that very clear. My life depended on me telling him how much I love Satan. He gave me a cross and told me to fuck my whore pussy with it. Again, the thought of doing that made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as being dead. That would be something I couldn’t bounce back from. I spread my whore legs and I fucked my cunt like Linda Blair did in The Exorcist. I was bleeding from my pussy. I licked off my own pussy blood as I renounced God and begged for Satan to put a love brat inside my belly. I talked about wanting to have Satan’s spawn. My captor was aroused. His cock was hard listening to my blasphemous mouth. I would be spared snuff sex if I kept it up. I thought of all the horror movies I have seen in my life. I thought of all the peril I have been in and no higher power came to my aid, like now. This guy snatched me off the street. He was high as fuck and wanted to party. I thought he had coke, so I went begrudgingly. He chained me up to a beam in an abandoned warehouse. He yelled and screamed at me for hours. Made me hail Satan and sing blasphemous songs.  I never got any coke either. I got shot up with heroin.  I woke up in my own puke this morning with a bloody cross in my ass and a pentagram carved into my forehead. Being a slave to coke is dangerous.

Sunday Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex Sundays have become my favorite day of the week. While others are going to church and resting, I am slaying stupid cunts and severing worthless dicks. I believe in Sunday, Bloody, Sunday. I was in a foul mood this morning. I was supposed to hook up with this guy to torture his little cock teasing niece. I had all the details arranged. I like killing with an accomplice, especially when the victim is a little girl. It is fun for me to watch you force fuck her holes until your dick is covered in her blood. He stiffed me a sizeable amount of money and I wanted paid. I decided to hunt him. I found him in his apartment. He was easy to find. He gave me fake info about his niece but used his real name. He was going to be fun to torture and snuff. He recognized me from the avatar I use on the Dark Net. Stupid fuck thought this was all some sort of joke. The joke was on him. I was going to remove his balls and his cock, so he would have to piss through a straw for the rest of his life. Some one as dumb as him, doesn’t deserve to have pleasure. Certainly, doesn’t need to reproduce either. Stupidity breeds stupidity. I stripped him naked, tied him to a chair and told him he was in for a world of pain. I brought my rusty saw and knife, so it would hurt more. He thought I was joking. I don’t mess around when it comes to castration phone sex. I take junk and I don’t do it painlessly. Where is the fun in that? I put his dick under a Bible and sawed it off. His blood seeped many pages of God’s word. Funny, right?  I snickered as he screamed in pain. Taking his balls too was just for fun. Only a dickless man fucks around with a sadistic bitch, so I made him into what he already was.

Snuff Sex Sunday: I Worship at the House of Pain

snuff sexSnuff sex is better than church. The only place I worship on Sundays is the House of Pain. My master is my God. He was in a foul mood this morning. He loves inflicting pain on his subby blonde bimbo, but today was more pain than normal. He had at least 100 clothes pins. He pinched them all over my skin. Every time I grimaced, he smiled. He clustered them around my pussy. I looked like a freak show. He put them on my big fake tits too. I was chained to a metal rod above me with a heavy weight belt around my waist designed to keep me on my knees while he skull fucked me. He would pull on the clothespins while thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth for some torture sex fun. He was making me say blasphemous things and hail him as my God. He pissed down my throat and anointed me in his cum. After he was done cumming, he invited some of his disciples over to use his prized pet. They fucked my mouth and my ass. My pussy was off limits because he is trying to breed me. I have gotten too old for him. He wants me to have a baby girl, so he can abuse the fuck out her tiny tight holes. He is my God, I do whatever he tells me. I will even abort any boy brats I have, because he only wants me to have girls. I hope I get pregnant soon, because if I don’t, I know he will kill me.

Blasphemy Phone Sex

blasphemy phone sexThis is the day that the lord hath made?  Fuck that shit, all hail Satan.  Yeah, Blasphemy Phone Sex is what I’m all about tonight.  I want to find some poor pathetic little church girl and snatch her right from the church parking lot.  I’ll teach her about my God whom I worship.  Take her dumb ass to my little torture chamber in my basement.  Strip her down and tie her up with her arms and legs spread.  Fuck her virgin tight cunt with a crucifix.  Fucker her cunt til it’s dripping blood all down her thighs.  I love the taste of virgin blood.  I’ll rub it all over my body in the name of the almighty Lucifer.  Then, when she thinks the horror is over.  I’ll summon a demon up straight from the depths of hell.  She’ll be so frightened, I can almost smell her fear.  I’ll sit and watch as he has her way with her.  Fucking her bloody cunt with his huge pointed cock.  Hopefully he will allow me to assist in snuffing the life right out of her. 

Blasphemy Sex

blasphemy sexHe wanted blasphemy sex. He was in a foul mood. I owed him money for coke, which I didn’t have so I had to pay him with sex. Violent sex in a church. He took me to this old Roman Catholic church on the outskirts of town. It’s in an old neighborhood that’s gone downhill. The church is on the historic registry. It is very ornate with beautiful stain glass windows. We broke in through the basement window. I cut myself going through the broken glass. He loved that I left a blood trail to the altar. He strapped me to a huge cross. It was big and ornate, and I still looked small tied to it. He made me say blasphemous things and praise Satan as he fucked me. He said I was going to hell for being an incestuous coke whore anyway. I curse God and disavowed the church as his cock hammered away at my cunt. When he came, he pulled out of my worn pussy and shot his load into a very old and fancy cup. It looked like it was made of gold. He called it a traditional chalice. I knew it was sacrilegious, but I was powerless over him. He threatened to leave me as a human sacrifice if I didn’t fulfill his blasphemous fantasy. He grabbed an equally ornate cross from the pulpit and fucked my ass. He made me piss and shit on bibles and other religious symbols while he came on them. The blood from the cut on my leg, he used to write blasphemous things on the wall of this historic church. I knew if I wasn’t going to hell before, I was now. I don’t think a few Hail Marys will absolve me from desecrating a Catholic church. Do you enjoy blasphemy phone sex?  What would you make me do inside a sacred church?

Exposed and fucked

Blasphemy sexMaster took me to church this morning and forced me to strip down in front of all the attendees. I felt really used up in all the best yet worst of ways by being forced to expose myself to hundreds of random strangers. But here’s the best part, Master wanted me to have some super naughty private time with the priest of the church, so he forced me along to the back room and shut the curtain on me. Soon after, the priest entered the room and told me that he had specific instructions from my Master as far as how he is going to handle me. Master told him that I need to be repented of all my sins and that it was going to take a lot of work to make that happen! The priest took a crucifix and strapped my ankles to the ends of a table so that I was spread open as wide as I could possible be! The crucifix was long and sharp, the perfect tool for the priest to rip open my insides while force fucking my cunt. Trying to clean and rid me of all my sins seems nearly impossible, I have been way too much of a bad girl! The crucifix fucking destroyed me, I was gushing blood and internal tissues and guts were oozing out of my fuck holes. I was being stabbed to death it felt like. Master finally came into the room and intervened, telling the priest that his work was done and we would be headed home. Once we got back to the house, Master gave me a good beating with his fists just to top it all off. I know that this is what I deserved! Blasphemy sex always makes me extra fucking horny and Master loves taking advantage of that!

Yes Father may I have another?

I went to church for some reason a few days ago. Maybe feeling uneasy about all the things going on, fires, floods, it seems to be apocalyptic. I’m not in fear of hell or anything; don’t believe that type of thing. I think I wanted… no, actually I know I wanted to mark something off my fuck-it list. I had made an appointment with the priest of the local church in hopes of finding what I wanted.
I sat down in his office, it smelled old and musty, I couldn’t totally put my finger on it but I thought it smell like sex. The priest came in and sat behind his desk, folded his fingers together and said: “How can I help you, my spiritual follower?” I couldn’t help but start laughing, he was so pompous and self-righteous I didn’t feel nearly as bad about what I was going to do. I took my gun out from my purse, smiled and pointed it at the so called spiritual man. He looked startled of course and asked what I wanted and said I didn’t have to do this. He thought I was there to rob him, he tried to tell me drugs aren’t the answer and the church doesn’t keep money blah blah blah. I laughed more and said “I’m not here for your bullshit religion. I’m more evolved than believing the garbage you people try to spew.” I explained that I was there to just plain fuck with his head. I told him to call in his youngest nun into the rectory. He hesitated but I told him to think about what life would be like with a colostomy bag and catheter because I blew his dick off, but I would put the gun on his shaft and aim it towards his asshole. “How are you going to fuck little boys if you have no cock?” he said nothing but picked up the phone and called out to his secretary to bring in Marta the newest nun to join. We waited for her to come in, the “holy man” started to whimper a little. I just shook my head at the pathetic man. The nun knocked and entered. “Yes, father?” she asked. I turned around pointed the gun at her and told her to stand next to the priest. She quickly glided over to him, and my play began. “Father, lift her habit, let’s see the panties nuns wear.” The nun protested at first but the priest scolded her. Interesting, I have a feeling this has happened before. Her habit goes up and what do we see, black thong panties, thigh highs, and a recently waxed pussy.Blasphemy phone sexEven my eyebrows went up on that. The priest swallowed hard and I asked him if that made his mouth water. He only nodded with his head down. “I think you two have done this before, I want to see what you two do together.” The priest took her over his knee and began to spank her bare ass. She moaned with each smack. “Ah, you two are a set of kinky fuckers, huh?” I was all too happy to make them push what they do further. I told him to put his hand underneath her and play with her pussy while he spanked her harder. “But she’s a virgin.” I shrugged … “so what, do what I told you to do.” She doesn’t seem bothered by the instruction so I sat back and enjoyed the show. She moaned and gyrated with every smack and without prompting she yelled out “YES, YES father may I please have another!” holy shit I thought well this will be more fun than I thought.
Tune in next time when I finish this monster blog.

Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.

Little Fuckers

Murder phone sex FantasiesMaster took me out on a hunt to get the little fuckers and bring down to the basement and make them our little bitches. One of the new girls refused to use the little fuckers. Bad bad fucking decision! Stupid ass bitch now Master is having me cut off her nipples and feed them to the little fat fucker in the group. Now we are having the skinny fucker bite off the clit while we fuck her with the butterfly knife. Bitch you should of listen you already know how master gets. We slowly start poking her eyes with fucking sharp needles. That makes masters dick so hard. He then puts his dick in her eye, now that is what master calls a good face fucking. He ordered me to get all the little fuckers together and start biting her all over her fucking body. But to save the asshole for him.

Blasphemy phone sex

Blasphemy phone sex

I decided to take a religion class; I had taken them as a teen and forgot a great deal about it. Really, what teen is that into paying attention to religion, usually, you are just a raging ball of hard-ons and hormones. So anyway I was in this religion class and excused myself to go to the bathroom. The priest told me where it was but I got lost along the four thousand hallways of this church. So I just started opening doors. It never occurred to me that some of these doors might be the residence of the rectory’s nuns. I cracked open a door without knocking, and there were two nuns topless and enjoying each other’s touch. I have to say my pussy got instantly wet. The only sexual outlet for these nuns is one another. When I made my presence known they both shrieked a bit and quickly covered up. I stepped into their room and said it was ok, I just wanted to help.
They both were pretty leery which is understandable. I made my way over to them and started to help them both get out of their habits and be able to explore their naked bodies. I said that it would be a good idea to lock the door, but there were no locks on the doors … it creates barriers to other souls or some junk.
Come back next time to find out if they squirt are a first timer and where I smudged some cum near the priest’s pulpit.