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Blasphemy Phone Sex

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 I had it rough growing up. My mother was very religious and my father was a drug addict. My mother was forever convincing my father to go to church, to find God, and he’d come around, until Sunday came, and then he’d throw a fucking fit and my mother would end up going to church with long sleeves and sunglasses. Everyone knew, but he was the man of the house, so either no one spoke up or no one cared. I’m pretty sure it was the latter. My father beat me  often. My mom never believed me until the time she walked in. My daddy was humping my face and his friend was fucking my cunny. My mother took a frying pan and smashed both of their heads in. She left their limp bodies on my bed, threw me over her shoulder, and put me in the truck. She drove all night to her brother’s house, where I climbed into the nearest bed, my eyes sewing themselves shut and my body aching for rest and sleep. And there I had the strangest dream.

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My father killed me, which wasn’t very surprising, and I went falling through nothingness and I fell into Hell. I was tied up, whipped and fucked by the devil Himself for eternity. I was just a dirty cum dumpster for every man that landed there. I was routinely beaten and slapped and choked out and that was my life. Forever. Satan’s dick was really, really hot. Excruciatingly so. I awoke from the dream when I realized the pain was not in my dream, but in real life. My cousin, 2 years my junior, had tied me to his bed and was fucking me with a plugged in curling iron. I realized what was happening and he stuffed his limp little cock in my mouth and pissed down my throat, continuing to fuck me with the curling iron. My pussy felt like it was melting shut and in fact, still bears scars from that night. I wasn’t sure whether I’d rather be taken advantage of by my Daddy or my cousin, but it didn’t really matter. Psalms 9:9 states The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. and Psalm 9:9 is bullshit. I’m just a little pain slut, and I deserve everything I have coming to me. Is it your turn?Blasphemy Phone Sex

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Journal Entry

Friday February 6th

They let me go outside. We took the dog to the park. The air was so crisp and cold, the sky was such a beautiful blue. I was breathless at how gorgeous it was. And to think, I never appreciated this. I fell to my knees in awe and bowed my head to a Lord whom I thought had forsaken me. I started to thank Him for this wondrous world when I heard a pop. A sharp sting hit the middle of my spine and I turned to find a guy about my age with a BB gun. He was running to me with a maniacal grin. The fear gripped me like a vice and I jumped up and bolted. He was hot on my heels. I was so scared. Fuck fuck fuck. I tripped over a tree root and fell, cracking my head. I heard a laugh and felt a body crumple on top of me. I felt the butt of the BB gun smash the back of my head. I woke up in the backseat of a tiny car with my pants around my ankles, a dick inside my ass and the gun to my head. “If you scream, I will shoot” I laughed “You’ve got a BB gun” He moved it to my throat and pulled the trigger. I screamed as the pain surged through my neck and he shoved his balled up fist in my mouth as he fucked me harder. “I told you not to fucking scream” I whimpered with his fist in my mouth and he spat on me. He laughed and put the gun back up to my temple. He was balls deep in my pussy, his beady little eyes focused on the pain in my eyes. He started fucking me faster, and he paused and scrunched his face as he spread his baby batter deep inside my butt. He grunted and pulled out, a string of jizz oozing from his softening dick. He punched me, and then once more for good measure. He shook his head. “The family is going to be so disappointed in you” He opened the car door and dumped me out. My body ached. He jumped into the driver’s seat and pulled out as my captors surrounded me. They must have asked a thousand questions and I resigned myself to the beating I was going to get when we got home. Well, so much for thanking the Lord.

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Blasphemy phone sex with Toni: Corrupting Young Minds

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Corrupting religious hypocrites is just one of many hobbies and also one of my favorites too. There’s nothing more satisfying so I do it almost every single day. It isn’t always extreme, when I’m too busy I settle for just a little taste. What I’ll do is drive past a private Catholic or Christian school looking for some feeble sheep brains to corrupt. You wouldn’t recognize me most of the time when I do this because I dress like one of them. I’ll wear a school girl uniform even the socks just to get them to trust me and it works like a charm.gore snuff porn
Sometimes all I do is plant a seed of doubt in their hollow skulls. That will make them start to question things or completely loose all faith in God right away. Other times I show them things that have been denied or hidden from them by their parents and the church. That is a lot more fun obviously. Even the most innocent lil’ one can be broken in just a few short hours of spending time with me. All I have to do is expose them to drugs, sex, and gore snuff porn. Seeing their eyes glow after I’ve revealed what’s really behind the curtain makes my cunt sloppy wet. At that point it doesn’t matter to me if the person I’m re-educating is a boy or girl, I’m going to play with them whether they like or not.
For the ladies, I have plenty of phallic objects that will stretch their virgin pussies out nice and wide. A lot of girls bleed their first time, but not as much as they will with me. Some of my toys have nails, spikes, or broken glass that slices the flesh deep inside them. Oh, I love the way those stupid bitches scream and squirm while their blood pours out of their busted fuck holes.

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Boy’s are almost too easy. All it takes is a slutty outfit or brushing against their cocks, after that they’ll do almost anything I want. But that’s not surprising is it? Once I see their pricks pressing into the tight pair of faggy khakis their mommy forces them to wear I know they’re ready to play. I pull their dick out and do whatever I want with it, they rarely resist or say no. It’s not like that would stop me anyway, it just might be fun if they tried. No matter what hole I force them into, the outcome is the same. Just as their about to cum I pull their cock’s out and aim their cum at whatever religious paraphernalia is around. Usually, it’s their copy of The Bible that I steal from their back pack’s when they aren’t looking. One time I shoved a boy’s rosary down his little piss hole and he hated it so much that it actually made him cry. Obviously I laughed in his face, but at least I was nice enough to lick some of the tears from his face.

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Don’t think that I just target foolish brats either because no one is safe. Doesn’t matter if they’re a pastor, priest, nun, or Sunday school teacher their all fair game to me. The last time I had fun like that was about 3 months ago with a Sunday school teacher named John. After about a week of stalking him to learn his habits, I made my move. I waited for the brats to clear out of class and made my way down stairs in a very sexy latex nun costume. When he first saw me he was a little afraid, but It didn’t take a lot for him to let his guard down. What happened that Sunday he’ll regret for the rest of his life because I recorded the entire thing. Now I own his ass! Blackmailing him is a lot more fun than fucking him too, I could hardly feel his pencil dick when it was inside me.

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A Peek Into The World of Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sexBlasphemy Sex is one of my all time favorite things in the world.  Some people think Anal sex, or sucking on a dirty dick are the nastiest things to do, but then again those people who think that would never ever read this blog, so that leaves you.  And you DO think of things of the more Taboo and Sadistic nature, don’t ya dumplin?  I thought so.

Now let us begin.  Blasphemy Sex is one of those touchy subjects.  There are a lot of religious lines a good majority of people will not cross, even in the fantasy world.  However, I can promise you that if you just give it one try you will feel exhilarated!  It’s the ultimate no no but you have an orgasm from it.  It’s a mixture of self loathing and elation after you are done.

There are different levels of this type of sex as well.  You don’t have to go full on H.P. Lovecraft, you can just maybe have the perfect little pussy riding your big Sunday School Teacher dick while she recites a bible verse.  Or you could take a sweet little thing into the rectory to spank her while she says the Lord’s Prayer because you caught this sweet little thing taking a quarter out of the collection plate.  Then there is the other end of the spectrum with it, you can fuck an unwilling nun while praying to the Angel of Light while a bunch of guys, in robes, chant praises to their Demon God with each thrust.  It all depends on what you want.

So you see, it doesn’t have to be something where your mind will snap if you even attempt it.  It can be dirty, nasty, sacrilegious and cum inducing.  All good things as far as I am concerned.

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I hate babysitting. 

I hate it even more when I have to watch the little demons that my whore of a mother brings home.

They aren’t going to leave my house anyway so I have a little fun with them. 

My mother and her freak friends have brats to sacrifice to their goddess. 

What a stupid fucking religion. 

Anyway They have these  brats at home so there is no record of their existence.

These brats are stupid, they are kept at home they don’t go to school. 

So they really are just little useless fuck-tards. 

But they are fun to hurt. 

Like this last one. 

She was at the age where you become a woman, ready to be sacrificed and give her virgin blood to the goddess blah blah blah. 

I took her down to the basement where I have all my fun. 

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I tied her up nice and tight where the rope was cutting into her virgin body and so she was screaming because of the pain. 

I left her there for a few hours.

I went down stairs and found her sleeping. 

SLEEPING!!!

No fucking way, she doesn’t get to sleep in my fucking house! 

So I got this tiny stick that my mom likes to hit me with and I beat her with it until I got tired.

By this time she was screaming and moving so the tight ropes were getting tighter and cutting deeper and deeper into her flesh!

God that turned me on.. 

So I got the idea that if she is going to be giving to the goddess she has to be purified. 

I went upstairs to the bathroom. 

I got the bleach and the toilet brush.. 

I poured the bleach all over her virgin body, making her pain even more.. 

Then well if you don’t know what I did with the toilet brush then you should call me.. 

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Picture Perfect Gothic Phone Sex

gothic phonesex karmaSo as I was  flipping through one of my favorite goth magazines I see this picture. I can’t stop looking at it. What a wonderful way to sacrifice a hot young thing to my Prince of Darkness. I can’t stop looking at tit and I can’t stop the dripping that has started between my legs. The ache I am feeling in my chest as my nipples grow rigid. Moaning and rubbing my cunt I close my eyes and imagine how it would feel to string him up on that wooden cross. Knees bent and nailed to the cross bar. His hands nailed to the place where his feet should be, His dick hanging towards his face and his feet in the perfect position to nestle the stake that will be the last part of the infliction of his pain as I ram it up his ass and deep into his body. The blood dripping down his body and up his nose, assisting in the loss of life as it suffocates him when he inhales. All while I am sucking on his flaccid cock as he hangs there. slipping away. Cumming all over my fingers, I open my eyes, get myself dressed and head out to find him. I know he is out there waiting for me. I am cumming darling, you won’t wait long and neither will I.gothic phonesex sacrifice

Blasphemy phone sex with Storm

Blasphemy phone sex with StormBlasphemy phone sex is hot with me. I was driving by this big garage sale at a church this weekend. There was a large wooden chair and the second I saw it, I knew I had to have it! It is PERFECT for my dungeon. I walked up to the lady and told her I wanted the chair. She looked at me and said NOTHING here is for you. I was shocked. She asked me to please leave and turned around and walked back into the church. So I followed her. She was going thru a box on a pew. I asked her what her problem was. And she told me that “God may forgive whores like me, but she doesn’t” I know her type. All high and mighty like she is better than everyone else. I looked in my purse and pulled out my big knife. I stabbed her right in the chest. Collapsing her lung. So she couldn’t scream. Then I said FUCK your GOD! She tried to crawl away but that BITCH isn’t going anywhere! I told her that if HER fucking god was watching he would see what a bitch she is. How she passed judgment on me. How she did not offer me his guidance. Or lead me unto his love. How she turned turned me away. How would HER god feel about that. Then I told her she was going to hell. And I would see her there in a few years. And I slit her fucking throat. As I was leaving I asked someone else and bought my new chair. I will think about her the first time I kill someone in it!

Dark Blasphemy Phone Sex

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The fucking father, son and holy ghost. Can you fucking believe these damned hypocrites? These stupid mother fuckers are on their knees on Sunday.. Praying for forgiveness. Touting their faith and how they are mere sinners and not worthy of the love and grace that their fucking God bestows upon them. Then they go home and get fucked up, screwing their fellow man in every fucking way imaginable all week just to start the cycle over again on Sunday. What a bunch of fucking saps. I say they all need to come to the dark side with me. Worship the Dark Prince and know that all that shit you do all week pleases him. You never have to spend another day of your life on your knees begging for forgiveness for all the shit you do six days a week. The fucking truth hurts doesn’t it? Want to really be fucked up? Watch me shove your savior’s head up my ass while his image hangs on that stupid fucking cross. Yeah that is what I think of it all…it’s shit, pure shit. Let me show you how that young girl that you have dressed in virginal white, ready to be his bride and take her first communion on this bullshit day bleeds just like the rest of us. Watch me shove a fucking fist up her cunt and change that dress from white to red in the blink of an eye. Better yet bring that fucking holy man to me. Watch as I lay him on the alter that is all holy and shit and wrap my  tongue around the cock that he can’t keep from rising to greet me. I will suck the seed right out of him and let you watch it spew on your fucking alter and my face while not one of you can keep from masturbating as you watch the show. You fucking hypocrites.blasphemy phonesex karma

Blasphemy Phone Sex: At the Altar

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My lover and I were sitting at the diner, drinking coffee, when a young priest approached us.  He ranted about how we were living in sin and how he would pray for us.  I made a mental note of what church he attended; and, my lover shook her head.  She knew I wouldn’t let it go.

Saturday night, before church on Sunday, it was really easy; I snagged a boy from the playground.  And, luckily, he fit into the choirboy uniform that I’d stolen from a costume shop.  It wasn’t completely authentic, but I was happy with it.  Then, I sedated the young boy and drove to the church.  At dusk, it was quite eerie; and, I liked it…that big church building that was more grotesque than anything. 

The priest looked shocked to see me, but I knew that he was alone; I knew his routine by now.  I never leave things up to chance.  I threw the boy down at his feet and his mouth dropped.  “I brought you that sacrificial lamb that you’ve been drooling after,” I said between my teeth.  He shook his head, but he couldn’t avoid my confrontation.  I leaned over the alter and looked him squarely in the eyes.  “I know what you like to do, Father,” I said with a sneer.  “More like wolf,” I laughed.  It was so simple, really: the more that I talked about the young boy’s flesh, the more he looked like a cherub to the priest.  And soon, there the priest was…leaning down over the bate. 

I taunted him and told him to get on with it and defile the lamb.  He balked at first; looking at me with large eyes, he tried to rationalize what he wanted to do.  “Even if you are the Devil, God has sent you…brought him through you.  So, God must want me take this precious boy and show him grace.”  “Why don’t you take that grace out of your pants, Father?” I snickered and walked around the two bodies.  He brushed the little boy’s hair off the face; and, I could tell by the twitching that the boy was waking up.  The priest bent down, shaking, craving the boy’s penis in his mouth.  And, suddenly, the boy shot up, the razor clutched in his hand…and stabbed the priest directly in the throat.  The boy could not have done better if he had aimed.  I watched the boy become covered in blood; and, as the priest took his last gargled, bloody breaths, the boy looked up at me with a smile.  Maybe I had found a kindred spirit, too, I thought.

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Broken Wings

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One night, I heard my nieces whispering; they were talking about the new pastor at the church that I hadn’t attended since I was younger then them.  Curious, I leaned in and listened.  One whispered that she’d heard the pastor had been having “relations” with some of the choir boys and girls.  Another one whispered that she’d seen pictures by accident; he had showed them to her, but she had ran out of the room before he could touch her.  Infuriated, I decided to take a trip down to the church.  Candles were lit and lights were on in the study, so I was sure the pastor was there.  My heavy heels clicked against the thin carpet as a young, blonde man emerged from the study.  When I told him that I was looking for the pastor, he surprised me by informing me that I was looking at him.  He was so young, younger than I can ever remember seeing a pastor.  I could see how some of his young flock may be attracted to the smooth-talking, baby-faced young man; but he didn’t fool me.  I knew that my nieces would never lie about those things that I heard them speaking about.

He looked me up and down, and I could see a little disappointment in his face.  “Usually, the young girls and boys hang out here at night.  I like to keep them out of trouble,” he said.  I replied, “I bet.”  I looked around his office while he sat in his expensive leather chair an impatiently waited for me to explain why I was there.  I wasn’t in a rush since I had locked the church door behind me; but, I did find it odd that all of his pictures were of young people and himself.  Fuming, thinking that one of those young faces could have been my niece, I wrapped a chord around his wrists.  I pressed my spiked heel to his rotatory cuff and twisted his arms out of their sockets.  He screamed, but not to my satisfaction.  I took the envelope opener from his desk and began sawing off his trimmed pecker.  It took sweat and muscle, but it was an enjoyable feat.  Then, I drug him to the alter, where there were a few feathered harnesses laying by the stage.  “They’re my little angels.  You don’t understand.”  I told him that I did and kicked the bloody mass between his legs until he was sitting beneath the table that held the offerings during service.  I carved “false prophet” on his chest.  I blindfolded him and told him that I sparing the looks of horror from those that found him; but, I wanted him to acutely hear their screams.

I wasn’t sure that night if he lived or not; but, he did.  A couple of months later, though, he was back in the newspapers: this time he was found with his throat slit over the chalice bowl.  It seemed that someone else didn’t like what he was doing, either.  But, it also seemed more personal: there was a crucifix shoved up his urethra, what was left of that dick that he’d loved using so much.