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Cut into small pieces alive

blasphemy phone sexThink you are immune to blasphemy phone sex? You don’t think I can make you renounce your religion and submit to the devil. Let’s play a game. A very special game. Soon you will be begging to die.

You didn’t think I was really flirting with your ugly ass at that club, did you? Oh no. But your puppy-eagerness made you fall for it. You took the drink I offered as I whispered in your ear. I led you to my truck like a sheep to slaughter. You thought you were getting some pussy. But you ended up strapped down on a table in a basement. As you opened your rheumy eyes, you saw the medical tools there.

I stepped out in a black hood. “You said that you would sacrifice yourself to me last night.”  I said, smoking my cigarette. “Are you ready? Or would you like to beg your savior for redemption?” I picked up a scalpel and whacked off a finger.

They all beg for their religious hero to save them. Even as they take that last breath. After every finger and toe is gone and their manhood is in a pan oozing blood and cum. They still believe he will save them. Their final scream echoes and salvation only arrives in the form of death.

Would you like to play a game? Bring me a bitch that you hate and maybe I will spare you.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Cemetery

Kidnapping phone sexI’d been swimming much of the day at the beach I’d found. I love the water, it makes me feel so peaceful. When I finally packed it in and started my journey on to the next town, whatever it may be, I headed west out of town. It wasn’t even a mile later that I came across an old cemetery. It looked like it hadn’t been visited in ages, with the grass starting to grow up over the tops of the headstones, except in one part. There was a group of headstones that had the grass all neatly trimmed. I stopped to explore, trying to figure out what was special about those graves. I guess it was a trap, because I’d hardly taken 3 steps in when I was snagged by a net that I hadn’t even known was there. Not a few minutes later, one of the graves shifted open, and a couple of guys walked up and out. They grinned down at me, fiving each other, before they lifted me up and started carrying me down into the grave. It was a deep tunnel, and it led a good distance, most of which I screamed and they laughed, before opening up into a massive chamber. There was a table of sorts, and they laid me on it. My legs hung off the one end, and my head hung off the other. They lifted my legs and shackled them to the table on either side, leaving my pussy open under the bikini bottom. They untied that, and shackled my arms to the legs of the table. One walked to the head of the table and told me I made too much noise as he shoved his hard dick into my mouth. He fucked my throat hard and deep, and I couldn’t breathe around him. I gasped for breaths as often as possible, trying to live as my pussy got plowed hard and deep by the other one. I hope like hell they don’t plan to keep me here…

Week V of Seven Deadly Sins Sloth

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So our next foray into the seven deadly sins this week will be is sloth. Sloth is a difficult term to describe because it can be defined with a few characteristics within a person, but what it boils down to is someone who just doesn’t want to do a damn thing and doesn’t think about anyone but themselves.
My guy has a friend whose wife is insanely lazy; she doesn’t work, cook, clean or fuck him. Clearly, she is a difficult woman to live with or be married to; so my guy came up with a plan. Her husband would deliver her to us with the notion of motivating her to less…much less slovenly.
She was delivered to us with tape on her mouth, a long trench coat on and a not so happy expression in her eyes. The two men exchanged words, then she was taken by the arm and lead to the basement door. Once my guy got her to the door, she started to scream and struggle as if she knew that was not a place she wanted to be. My guy stood in front of her and slapped her hard across the face until she composed herself. He whispered in her ear that this was going to happen whether she protested or not, but it would go more smoothly if she just cooperated otherwise she would experience a lot more pain than she could imagine. He looked back at her husband and said, well at least she is doing something, even if it is being uncooperative. I am so happy I am on my guy’s good side.

Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins

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As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.

Evil phone sex with Ivy

Evil phone sex

I’m craving something evil. Something so bad that you would have to repent and bathe in holy water to feel a little bit clean again. I mean if you believe in the joke of God and all that stupid bullshit that goes with it. I believe in what I see and I have seen some evil shit. Like a 9 month swollen belly getting sliced open with a rusty knife… hands ripping that big swollen belly open and pulling out that lifeless body. The new mommy screams as she watches the life she grew being used as a fucktoy! God thinking about it now makes my pussy drip. I love hunting for pregnant women. Their big milk filled breasts are so juicy and tender. Their big bellies are easily filled after you rip out that little fucking shit bag. I wonder which one of you has the balls to hunt for 2 with me!

Master’s Blasphemy Fantasy

Blasphemy sex MaceyWhatever Master wants, Master gets, no matter what it is or how fucking extreme it may be. His psychotic, sadistic mind decided to bring me to a church service and make me sit naked on the pew in front of the entire audience. It was pure and utter blasphemy! Master can be quite convincing and quite controlling, so when members of the church attempted to walk out upon seeing my perfect naked body, he would threaten them until they were sitting back down in their seat. There were men, women and youngsters all witnessing this appalling scene! Even the Priest was stopped in his tracks and didn’t know what to do. Master told everyone that he was doing this to show what your punishment is when you commit ungodly sins, and I was his prisoner. He bent me over the pew and shoved a hand held Bible up my pussy, causing paper cuts all inside of me! It hurt so fucking bad! The audience was screeching and quivering! The Priest about keeled over and went straight to Heaven! Master took out his camera and propped me up on the pew, making me finger fuck myself while he snapped photos of me. I worked the camera as best as I could, my heart was racing the whole time. After we left, Master punished me hard for being such a slutty whore in public, he tied me up naked, beat me and threw me outside in the dog house to sleep in the freezing cold!

Knife Play Phone Sex Keeps Me Busy

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is popular with me. I love sharp objects because they serve many purposes in my life. I have quite the collection too. I think my knife collection would make Michael Myers envious. I have been fascinated with them since I was a little girl. I much prefer to be a knife wielding bitch than a gun toting whore. There is no skill in a gun fight. It is luck and if your victim has no gun, it’s an easy kill. A knife fight requires precision and is an equal fight, well in theory it is at least. I have honed my craft over the years thanks to annoying fucks, tiny dick losers and spoiled brats. I can chop a cock or balls off with one clear slice. I can stab to kill, paralyze or disfigure with one hand movement. If you live after I stab you, it is because I want you to live. I don’t miss my mark whether it be your balls, your throat or your heart. I did a little handiwork this weekend. I have a signature slice like a graffiti artist’s tag. I know it is recognized because cops and coroners have mentioned it in news stories.

With a few exceptions, I kill or castrate folks who deserve it, so the police rarely investigate. Most of the folks I castrate actually pay me to do it so they say nothing unless end up in ER with a nasty infection. I had a Catholic priest pay me recently to remove his balls so he will stop molesting little boys. Not really because he was remorseful and wants to curb his desires for young boys. More because he will not be able to hide from the law forever if he keeps getting busted by folks in his Parrish. Can only be moved around to churches for so long before the law finds you when you can’t keep your hands of little boy dick. Pretty sure the Diocese paid for his  junk removal because priests have no money. As I cut off his dirty balls, I told him I would castrate all the priests in Boston for a flat fee. I was not at all surprised when a check from the Diocese of Boston sent me a very large check. Good think I have a lot of knives. I’m going to be a very busy girl the next few weeks. Don’t worry though, I can squeeze your worthless balls in too.

Knife Play Phone Sex with a Blasphemous Bitch

knife play phone sexI’m a blasphemous knife phone sex bitch. When I kill my prey, I make sure they know they going to hell because there is no God. I look them square in the eyes as they are praying to their make believe God for help. “If God existed, do you think he would let some random bitch kill you,” I always inquire before I gut them like a pig. God is dead. God is nonexistent, but the devil is real and alive inside of me. I think the clinical terms for me are insane, sociopath, narcissist, crazy ass bitch. Well maybe the last one is not a clinical term, but it is my favorite. I like to spread fear not joy. I like to bring death not life. This world is over populated with assholes, dip shits, annoying fuckers, brats and whores. Think of me as population control. Really, when you think about it, I am a do-gooder who is making this world a better place by killing the ones we don’t need. You will thank me one day when I off that cheating whore girlfriend of yours or kill that demanding boss who has never given you an ounce of respect in the decade you have slaved for him. Hell, you may even thank me when I decided to kill you because you are too weak and pathetic to stand up to either. Fuck God. Fuck you.

Castration phone sex with Ivy

He came to me for help. He had sick fantasies about his daughters unblemished bald pussy. He thought about how tight and how fast he would blow his load inside of her super tight little pussy constantly. As the bishop of his ward you can understand why this is such a difficult thing to handle. He needed to have the thought of his daughter’s tight little bald pink pussy tortured out of his mind. He needed to repent and start the New Year out as a clean and holy man.

Castration phone sex

My evil cunt was dripping as I tied him up. I added in a few bondage rope art knots that would keep him tied down, but look enticing. I wanted him to watch everything I was going to his filthy perverted balls. I personally think he should have indulged himself once but it makes my cunt drip knowing he is always and forever going to want his daughter’s pussy. This isn’t going to fix him, but it’s going to fill me with so much joy! I forced his cock to be rock hard. I tied it up nice and tight to make sure he was going to stay hard throughout his treatment. I stretched his balls and started cutting with my rusty dirty kitchen scissors.

Torture phone sex

He screamed and thrashed as I forced the dull rusted scissors to tear into his ball sack. His cock started to go soft on me. I couldn’t have that. He was going to cum for me, well I wonder what come out of a dick if you have no balls? I have my cast iron skillet on low with some Truffle oil warming up and seasoning the pan for my snack. His balls are going to tastes so fucking good with some garlic, shallots and rosemary. As my skillet slowly heats, I am going to take my time slowly cutting his balls off.

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Blood, tears and blasphemy sex

blasphemy sexBlood, tears and blasphemy sex, what more could you possibly need? Well down here in my special church you will see a whole lot of all of those things and more! You see, I don’t believe in your worthless god, why worship some asshole that limits every fucking thing you do? You should worship ME instead, I will be the Goddess of blood and you will kill to please me. Come to my bone church and see the sacrifice I have waiting for you, she is young and firm and we will have so much fun tearing her to pieces before we fuck on her lifeless body. Smear her innocent blood on my naked body while you pray to me, worship me the way you used to worship your old worthless god, dedicate your life to me… at least I am honest about my cruelty!