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Sissy Parade in New Orleans

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It’s New Orleans, one of my favorite places to be because it is so damn crazy. I was walking past a residential area when I heard muttering; I squinted and I could see a flashlight in one of the graveyards. I thought it was just a couple of teens playing around, maybe spray-painting the tombstones. But, then I heard, “No, I am not opening it! I just got my nails done!” I was intrigued and moved in for a closer look. There were a bunch of young sissies standing around a couple of open tombs; only the final cover remained between them and the corpse. “We have to do it, ya’ll or Master will be angry,” one of the more logical ones said. My ears perked up: these sissies belonged to someone. I focused on them and could see that they were really not prepared to do what they were instructed to do; after all, who wears high-heels and short skirts on a job like this? Finally, the logical one opened the casket, struggled with the body, and then demanded help. The others helped lift the body, and then it became apparent what they were doing: they were stealing the clothes off the dead people! Most of them gagged as they did this, but I was impressed with their resolution and continued to follow them. “Now, girls,” the sissy whose nails were recently manicured said, “remember that we must prance our little sissy hearts out! Master is watching and we cannot disappoint him. No stealing beads, but everything else is fine. Beads must be earned from flashing!” And, along they marched, this very interesting crew. I walked down Bourbon Street as far as I could without getting absorbed into the crowd; and, sure enough, there was a man sitting on a balcony with a cigar…and a woman, wearing a dog collar, at his feet. Our eyes met and we had an understanding; I smiled as the crowd became even more boisterous. Yes, the sissies had arrived!

Satan’s Cunt

I went to my first church service today. Funny thing . . . I couldn’t stop rubbing myself off on the sermon. You ever had a 666 tattoo stamped onto your skull? No? Haha. You can borrow mine, baby. I’m the ultimate in blasphemy. What I don’t fuck with a crucifix, I lap up like a dirty, depraved puppy dog. And what I don’t shout to the fucking heavens when a huge ass cock explodes an immaculate impregnation up my divine asshole, I am begging Christ to whip his dick out so I can have a go at that, too. I feel up every man I get my filthy, sinning hands on. My fingers have a way of turning men to the dark side. My tongue has a way of convincing them to do my bidding. And my tight, wet, evil cunt is Satan’s perfect fuckhole. He uses me like his innocent virgin bride to defile the virginity and respect of everyone around me. I am Lilith incarnate, a sickening seductress who will hold you down and fuck the bejesus out of you…

Blasphemy Phone Sex Adventure Time

I wait until all other parishioners have left the sanctuary.  I watch as he snuffs out all the candles, the smoke from each rises up into the air to disappear forever.  I close my eyes and breath in the scent of this place, the Holy of Holies, the House of god.  I wonder how many women have come here, pregnant, searching for an answer only to be told that abortion is against god.  How many people have laid out their troubles to some Priest that sits behind a confessional screen only to have him talk back in a bored tone, giving instruction  to say a few Hail Mary’s and then they would be absolved.  What a total and complete load of bullshit this all is.  There is no absolution, there is no forgiveness, but what there is, is a book written 3500 years ago about an invisible force that created all life, and gave rules, and started wars, and got a young girl pregnant then didn’t pay  support, but worst of all? Forbid the masses from eating pork!  Fuck that shit, I’m eating a Triple Decker Bacon sandwich right now.  I bet jesus is up there in the stratosphere majorly craving some perfectly cooked pig parts at this very moment. I get up and smear the pew with the pig oil from my finger tips, and I save just enough so that I can also smear some on my lips, then I climb up onto the Alter and kiss jesus with my bacon lips. There you go jesus, enjoy.

This is when the Father turns to look at me.  He says tersely, “Can I help you?”  I climb down, licking my fingers.  I say, “Yes Father you can.  I need counsel, can you hear my confession?”  He checks his watch, and puts his hand on the back of my shoulder; I try not to puke from being touched by this asshole;  and leads me to the confessional booth.  I sit down and open my messenger bag; I wave at Ruby Girl; I take out the crucifix, and start to suck on it.  The Father takes a seat, and asks me, “How long has it been since your last confessional?”  I say back, “Twenty years.  I have never confessed to anything before.”  He goes on to ask me to tell him my sins so that I can atone for them.  I start. He hesitates. I push the Jesus On A Stick that I brought with me into my cunt. I tell him more. He fidgets with his collar. I start to moan. He tries to peer through the screen. I start to say the Lord’s Prayer in Latin; and no I do not speak Latin, I just found it online and took it with me and tried my best to enunciate it correctly.  He gets up and swings open  the confessional door, he sees me with Jesus buried Holy Beard deep, and he yells at me.  I laugh, and continue riding the son of God until I cum.  I stand up, allowing the Jesus On A Stick to slip out of me.  I pick up my messenger bag, push my way past the wide eyed Priest and make my way out the door.  I like to think that after that, he picked up the violated jesus and licked it off.

I might go back to that church some day, might even take jesus a whole ham this time, because I’m generous like that.

Religious Blasphemy Fetish Phone Sex

Hear, See, and Taste the Evil!!! YUMMY!!!

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Many call me a DERANGED-INSANE-SICK-CRAZY-PSYCHOTIC-BITCH!! FUCK THOSE FUCKERS!!!…….(It is time for a bedtime story for the little ones-but it’s really NOT a story!!) Fuck-slut-bitch-whores deserve to have their filthy slits used, ripped open, and torn to shreds by hideous, devilish monsters! Nasty-shitty-smelling-monsters! Matted-fur! Smelling-of-vomit! piss!  Nasty sluts crave cock from wherever they can get it!  Fuck you nasty sluts raw!  No one can save you! VORE FETISH!!! -SWALLOW YOU WHOLE-THEN VOMIT YOU UP!!!-ONLY TO BE SHARED WITH THE ‘FAM’ (HAHAHAHAHA)-DIE BITCH!!! You tell your friends, but no one believes you!  You tell them that a DEMONIC CREATURE is pursuing you-IT WANTS YOUR LIFE!  First,it infests your womb with its seed!  Once you have shitted out its offspring-like runny diarrhea-you become the demonic families’ RAPE fantasy- CANNIBALISTIC FEAST!!!imageedit_44_2122659146

Fuck your holes and swallow you helpless damsels in fucking distress! I hate sluts! I want to watch their filthy cunts get mutilated! Rape fantasies enacted! Fucked with sword dicks! Sharp razors! Ripped shit holes-by dagger cocks! Blood cum! Double penetration with knife cocks! Cutting their nasty cunts to smithereens!  I’ll puke in their fuck holes! Scary creatures! enormous cocks-shoved through the fucking whores’ stomachs and popping their FUCKING HEADS OFF!! DINNER TIME!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Nighty night- MOTHER FUCKERS!!   DIE!!!

Sadistic Phone Sex and My Sacrificial Lamb

torture phonesex karmaIn two more days, on October 4th the New Moon rises. This is the time for a very important Satanic sacrifice.
I planned long for this sacrifice. I had to get sinew and a hooked upholstery needle. I had to break into a church and steal a chalice, holy water and some holy communion hosts. I had to construct the cross.
All of this was just in preparation.
Once I had all the things I needed I had to time the acquisition of my sacrifice just right. After all a person can only survive so long before they die.
I found her fairly quickly and abducted her two days ago. She was a young run away on the streets and no one will miss her. The first thing I did was strip her and insert her crown of thorns, You should have heard her scream as the large barbs were pushed into her skull!
Next I nailed her to the cross I had constructed and the blood curdling screams she let out were hellish! I almost thought she would pass out from the pain, it was so perfect!
Then I threaded the needle with the sinew and got it ready for the next step. I shoved her mouth full of the holy communion hosts till she looked like a chipmunk. She was still gagging as I sewed her mouth shut with the sinew. This time all she could do was moan in agony as tears rolled down her face. It was exquisite but I wasn’t done.
I then re threaded the needle and sewed her cunt and ass shut.
She has been hanging there for two days now and is clinging to life, I know she will make it another two days because I have done this before.
By the night of the New Moon she will be very near death and that is when, with the moon high in the night sky, I will sacrifice her by gutting her nearly lifeless body letting her blood drip into the chalice and mix with the holy water. Then I will remove her barely beating heart. I will offer it up to the King of Darkness before feasting on it and her blood while they are warm and fresh.
In the mean time I am enjoying watching the life slowly drain from her.

Blasphemy Phone Sex, If You Dare

blasphamy phonesex angieAs I slowly circle her bleeding and broken body I dip my fingers into my wet cunt bringing them to my lips and savoring the juices that her pain made flow down my thighs. My nipples are so hard they hurt and the pain from their straining only serves to increase the flow of liquid between my legs. We have been here for hours. I lost count of how many bones I have broken. Looking at her laying there bleeding and in agony brings me such pleasure. It really is sinful to enjoy this so much. But then that is what makes it so much fun! I can’t count the number of times she has begun to pray to that fucking God of hers. It makes me sick to hear her uttering his name. Praying for his help. Bitch please, he can’t help you, he won’t help you, he isn’t fucking here and he isn’t fucking real. I can’t count the number of times I have said “Fuck your God, where is he?” and I can’t count the number of times she has felt my wrath for uttering the words “God loves you and he forgives you” This bitch just doesn’t get it. I need to show her once and for all just what I think of her fucking God and his bullshit forgiveness. I am a cunt’s hair from snuffing this bitch, she has served me well. But I just can’t end it before the ultimate blasphemy. The final dig before ending this game. I go to the basement where I have boxes of things that belonged to others. I know I have seen some religious crap in there. I take my time as I enjoy the sound of her cries up stairs. And then I find them, a huge brass cross with a man hanging from it and a statute of a virginal woman with her blue veil on.  I carry them up stairs and show her what I have. As I get between her legs she is sobbing hysterically, and I can’t stop cumming. “This is what your God is doing to you, fucking you” The scream she lets out as I shove the statute up her ass head first and the cross up her swollen and bruised pussy at the same time brings me to an orgasm to top all orgasms. I use my pelvis to shove them deep in her as I lean over and wrap my hands around her neck. As I squeeze slowly, enjoying taking her last breath, I take great pleasure in knowing the last words she hears are “A-fucking-men”blasphamy phonesex witch

Evil Phone Sex Bitch

hot phonesex karma4You thought when you saw me at the farmers market today you would save me. You had to start in on me with your preaching and your holier then thou attitude. You wouldn’t let me leave even when I told you that wasn’t what I believed. You had to back me into the corner and spew your beliefs on me. Beggaring me and continuing to insist I needed saving.
Who needs saving now bitch?
I waited for you in the shadows when you finally let me go. I know how to capture little bitches like you. Now your sitting there looking at me with tears running down your face praying to a God that isn’t going to save you.
You love your Jesus so much I am going to show you what it feels like to be him. The cross is constructed, the thorny crown is made, the whip has been laced with razor blades, all while you watch and repeat your silly prayers.
I drag your limp body to the cross and tie you down and still you keep on with the endless prayers feeding my desire to bring you down. By the time I am done you will admit that you are wrong. And I can’t wait because your going to do it one way or the other.
Funny how silent you fall when I grab the hammer and the first long, rusty nail as I position it over your palm. Your prayers are now sobs aren’t they?
You should have left me alone.
I cum in pouring gushes as you scream when I hit the nail on the head for the first time driving it into your flesh. I am not hitting it hard enough for it to go threw in one swing…no this is going to take a bit. Each scream brings a fresh round of cum running out of my pussy.
I think before I do the other hand and your feet I will shove these thorns into your tender scalp and relish the sounds of your pain.
No one can hear you from our spot in the woods and it thrills me to see you urinate all over your self as I inflict more pain.
Your a pissy little bitch now aren’t you?
When your all nailed down and I use the pulley to hoist you up right I tingle at the look in your eyes as I loft the whip in the air.
It’s going to be along and lovely night for me, not so much for you.
You messed with the wrong evil bitch sister!