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Blasphemy Sex – The Cultists

I had found the most beautiful old church in the middle of nowhere. I mean, it was like time had forgotten it. I decided to explore it a bit. The wood of the structure was turning gray with age, and when I walked inside, the flooring creaked and cracked. There were boards everywhere, and not a pew to be found. It was like someone had started deconstructing the church for remodeling some time back, and then abandoned all hope.
I thought I heard something, so I stood still and listened. When nothing else came to my ears, I kept moving through the church. I found an altar that still seemed to be in tact at the back of the church, and I set to explore it, but was grabbed from behind! I didn’t even have time to react, my arms and legs were grabbed so quickly. I saw nothing but robed figures. They all wore dark red robes with large hoods that completely covered their faces. They tied me to the altar and started to rip my clothes from my body. Hands massaged over my skin, and I couldn’t hold back the revolted shudder. Their laughter filled my ears, even as I struggled to keep my breathing even and not show any signs of the emotional distress I was feeling.
They bound my hands tightly with some thin cord that cut into me, and I had to bite back the yelp at the yank they issued to make sure it was tight. I knew that my blood was no longer flowing to my hands. They did the same to my ankles, and I had to hold back another yelp of pain. By that point, I was so scared that I was actually trembling, but you’d have never known if they noticed it or not. They worked quickly and methodically.
A bowl and knife were brought out, and they started slicing into me at various points on my body – all of them over vital organs. I felt the blood slowly leaking out of my body from those points as the knife was inserted into my cunt. With a great thrust and then a twist, they managed to separate me from my uterus, and yanked it out. At that point, there was no holding back the screams as I slowly bled out onto the floor.Blasphemy sex

Blasphemy Sex – All Saints Day

Blasphemy sexNovember 1st – The day that the living visit with, and celebrate the lives of, their deceased loved ones and friends. This past All Saints Day, I found myself wandering along outside of a graveyard which just happened to be along the stretch of road I was hitching. There were no cars, it was a secluded cemetery along a stretch of country road that had seen better days. I didn’t see anyone, so imagine my surprise when 3 men walked out from the wooded area at the furthest end of the cemetery, talking and laughing. Well, being cautious, I kept an ear out for them, making sure that I knew where they were, trying to protect myself without appearing to protect myself so as to avoid drawing their attention. It was too late, though; they had seen me, and they were headed my way. I started to slowly increase my pace, but before I knew what was happening, I was being tackled from behind and toted bodily to the mausoleum in the center of the graveyard. Apparently they had used this mausoleum before, as it pushed open easily. They laid my body down on top of the sarcophagus in the center of the mausoleum, and they stripped me down, 2 holding me down while the 3rd removed my clothes. They fucked me in that mausoleum for HOURS. By the time I got to go free, it was well beyond dark, and I felt like the spirits around me were angry.

Blasphemy Sex and Fucking The Dead

My guy and I decided to ride over to the cemetery the other night after getting word from my friend, who was a Funeral director. Evidently a prime specimen we needed to see had been placed in a tomb earlier and I have full access as long as I give the Grounds keeper a blow job and he gets to watch. Arriving just after midnight I find the creepy groundskeeper and he leads me to tomb.

I never fucking do jack shit without making sure the deal is good and that means seeing the corpse before blowing fucking Igor. The specimen was fine indeed and my cunt just fucking gushed taking in the rigid cock, as it was beautifully huge! Satisfied on the deal I fulfilled my end letting the creep come on my tits before I mounted my dead friend and started riding that dead cock screaming out blasphemies that please my Lord and Master Satan.

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Monks dark ritual

Blasphemy sexGasping and gagging on the blood running down her throat she struggled to breathe, only succeeding in pulling a mouthful of the still warm virgin’s blood into her lungs. The monks had selected her specially for this ritual. All she had thought was that she was going toa costume party. Fucking-A was she wrong. She now knew she was going to die here, in the basement of this old church. Oh why had she agreed to come to Rome!? All she had wanted was to go get drunk and fuck a bunch of hot foreign guys!

The monks believed that by filling her with the pure blood of the virgins, it would purify her own body, mingling with her carnal knowledge, making her a special sacrifice. 

Each of them took their turn, fucking the cunt they now believed to be holy, imparting that within themselves, even as she choked her last breaths of life, and the light slowly began to fade from her being. Before they started slicing through the fine veins of her pussy lips to get her to bleed out, sealing their ritual, she thought to herself, ” a set of blood-filled lungs, and a cum-filled pussy… fucking great vacation, bitch!”

Burning like Fire

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The fire speaks to me, telling me to slit your worthless fucking throat. The fire tells me to tease your body with its flame. The fire wants to lick your skin leaving its black mark. You were chosen to be the sacrifice to my lord. My dark prince lives in the fire. I bring worthless men like you to him and sacrifice your body, soul and blood to feed my dark prince. At the bar you were into me, wanting to take me into the bathroom and force your cock inside of me. You didn’t noticed the roofie I put in your drink, hell you probably didn’t notice my burning desire to watch you suffer. I was guiding you to the bathroom to full fill your dark fantasy but you fell into my trap. My main man was waiting for you and I. He picked your body up and put you in the trunk. Waking up to me riding his cock in-front of the fire, probably isn’t something that turns you on. Your screams however as the fire touches your skin makes my pussy drool. I can’t just give my master any soul. I have to torture you, make you beg to die. My main man knows how to hurt someone. Knows how to make them plead for death. I love his big 10 inch cock in my pussy and ass, but I also love watching his big thick 10 inch cock forcing its dry head into your tight asshole. He is going to make you scream forcing his cock into your asshole as I beat you. Crushing your skull, feeding my dark prince your blood. He is hungry for your body. I cum with pleasure as my main man throws your body into the fire and fucks me with your bloody cock as my dark prince feeds on your blood, body and soul.

Blasphemy Sex Makes My Day

Having a penchant for blasphemy sex – and all the filthy ways it can go – really makes my day! I’m a corrupt little cunt and need to tend to my corrupt desires in a variety of productive ways. One of those ways consists of kidnapping phone sex. I lure the young prey in and once in my “web” the tender young thing is drugged up and molested.

I love to take her to the church and sneak into the priests chambers where I have a variety of religious paraphernalia at my disposal. I like to start with shoving her face into the holy water basin until she nearly drowns. I then bind her wrists to the alter and rip her panties off. Taking a Rosary I shove the beads up her anal cavity with the cross hanging out. Grabbing a large crucifix I start penetrating the tight young bald cunt with it as I yell at her to “Say You Love Satan!”. As all of this is going on the priest will walk in and finish the little slut off.

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Snuff Porn and Blasphemy Sex on Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I drove by a church this morning and was filled with evil thoughts. Does that ever happen to you? First, I think of all the pious cunts inside those so called sacred walls. The bitches and snobs who look down on girls like me. The hypocritical bitches who praise god, then turn around and judge others for not conforming to mainstream America. Second, I think of all the little ones in their Sunday best being spoon fed a bunch of lies by a bunch of hypocrites about some dead guy who could give a rat’s ass about them if he ever even existed in the first place. I’m a blasphemous bitch.  There is no god. The only church I would ever worship at would be the church of Satan because that mother fucker knows how to have a good time and he wouldn’t judge me for wanting to force fuck and slaughter all the dumb asses sitting in church. Fuck, he would encourage it. In my Goth clothes with my big ass knife, I storm in slicing throats and slashing bodies. I piss on the altar, wipe my ass with torn pages from the Bible and fuck my cunt with a cross as the surviving members look on in horror. I have blasphemy sex with the priest in front of the congregation as I hail Satan as my leader and only savior. I tell the little lambs God is dead. He doesn’t give a fuck about them, so why not have fun? All religion does is kill one’s spirit. I give the little ones knives so they can kill their parents. I cum so hard watching those little angels in their Sunday best slashing the throats of their elders and saying Hail Satan. Being a blasphemous bitch is more fun than being a stuck up religious cunt any day. Want to join me in some hot blasphemy phone sex?

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Fucked to Death by BBC

sadistic phone sexYou wouldn’t think a woman my age could be this horny. I mean, most proper ladies settle down to crochet and raise grandbrats. And here I am still wanting every cock I see. I got in a little over my head this weekend while being a druggy slut. I picked up this black guy at the club and followed him home. He said he had some good drugs. What he forgot to tell me was that he lived in a halfway house with 6 other guys on parole or were recovering addicts. We were making out on the couch and I was sucking his big black cock. It was at least a foot long and my pussy could barely wait to be stuffed full of nigger meat. I felt hands on my back as one of the other guys approached me from behind, rubbing his thick shaft against my wet cunt. And then another pressed his fuck stick against my tits. I could hear them all jerking off, the sound of skin on skin as horny bodies pressed against me. “Fuck me, please.” I moaned and they all rushed in, eager to stick cocks in every hole. One by one, they took turns pounding my pussy and my shithole, often two at a time. Then it got all crazy. They were fighting over my holes. One ripped a chunk of hair from my scalp. I screamed out to the man above. That made them laugh, hearing a slut like me trying to get all religious. Another pulled a knife, holding it to my throat as he forced his cock deeper, making me gasp for air. Suddenly, he slashed me and I felt the blood spurt. They were like sharks in a feeding frenzy, fucking me and beating me with their fists as I gurgled my last breath. Even in death, as my carcass chilled, they used me like a blow up doll, filling every hole until they all overflowed.

Hurt me, baby

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Being awakened with smelling salts while every orifice is being fucked by someone is a shock to the system. I have never felt so afraid, and so ALIVE. My hair was being pulled, I was being spit on, punched and kicked, while also being fucked in the ass with a large object while a cock thrust in and out of my pussy with an aggression I haven’t felt before. Fingernails scratched me. I was slapped in the face and bitten. Just when I thought it was over, I felt an electric current ripping through my body, starting with each nipple. Then, it moved on to my pussy. It hurt, TOO MUCH. I begged them to stop, but I only heard laughter.

Next came out the knives. They were throwing them at me as I lay strapped to a board. I knew it would be over soon. As the blade tore into my flesh and I felt the warm blood start to trickle out, I heard more laughter and more knives.

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Tied and bound, bleeding and breathless, I awoke to find myself stretched out and being choked with a huge cock being rammed down my throat. The pain was almost too much to bear. Feeling a fist shoved inside my pussy, I tried to scream out but couldn’t. I’d been drugged. I was being beaten with something that tore at my flesh and I couldn’t bear it anymore. My ass was being ripped open by something that was tearing apart my insides. There had to be three of them taking full advantage of me.

Would this be the end? I had started to wonder if this would be the way that I was going to die. Having every hole fucked and being beaten and choked until I took my last breath. I decided to fight it. I fought to regain consciousness. I tried to bear with the pain and focused on breathing. I figured if I let them fuck me and cover me in their cum like a good submissive, maybe they would let me go.

After hours of torture and regaining consciousness several times, I was released and left to die on the cold floor of a warehouse. Luckily, I was able to make my way to a hospital and recover.

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