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This is… a diary of sorts. I am not interested in your fantasies with me if I don’t really know you. I really only want mutuals of a like-minded nature and a place to freely lose my mind. DMs and asks are open.
I don’t care about opinions or advice; I’m a big girl and this is how I choose to cope. ❤️
Thinking about a necro boyfriend who teaches an inexperienced girl how to really fuck a dead man’s corpse.
Him forcing that girl to ride the dead man all by herself at first, but she was really never all that good at riding to begin with… He knew that, of course. And it was a perfectly humiliating scene watching his innocent little belladonna try to figure out how to get it to feel real good. He made sure to put it into her head that this was for her. She needed to feel good and this would make her feel fucking euphoric.
The dead can’t feel anything… that was what he had said to her.
He could recall the girl’s reply in the back of his mind, chuckling to himself at the memory, his eyes focused on the image before him. Seeing her fumble around with the corpse’s body like she was sixteen and trying to figure out how sex worked… It was hot to see her brain become rewired for the dead.
Objectively, they feel nothing. That was what she had said back to him.
He remembered having been amused by the response. He had raised an eyebrow, too, the glint in his eyes practically begging her to elaborate.
But they could be feeling it, right? His cock had twitched at that, and it was a question he couldn’t forget. If you want them to, I guess…
It was an innocent perspective coming from her part… a romantic one. But God, they both had to admit that there was nothing innocent about watching a sweetheart of a girl whine with bitter frustration against a corpse, annoyance coursing through her pent-up body. She was getting tired, her hips lazily grinding like the needy thing she was.
You’re so stupid…
God, he couldn’t help himself. That sweet living dead girl could hear his voice behind her, he was sure of it — the way her hips stilled, and the way he could almost see a rush of perverted excitement travel through her nervous system.
He clucked his tongue in disappointment. Do I really have to help you with everything?
His hands are roughly grabbing her hips now, pulling the girl up along the rigid cock, only to shove her right back down, holding that pressure right against the most sensitive spots. His hands grind her hips into the pelvis of the stiff corpse. What a pretty necro slut she was… A whore too with the way she just couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. He could remember his first time too. How exhilarating it had been, it had felt sooooo gooood.
Again — please, she manages to choke out her sweet request in that familiar begging tone, one that he knew oh-so-well. Hands bringing her hips back up, a series of mumbled praise from the girl as he slams her right back down on that cold, hard cock. Her hips buck against the rotting skin.
He’s chuckling behind her, but she doesn’t get a chance to respond to his teasing. He’s moving those pretty hips all for that pleasure-drunken girl, and how sweet he was for it. It was a good thing, too — she could barely think let alone comprehend how to get herself to feel this good. Her pretty moans and sweet whimpers... fuck. She had no idea it could feel this good.
He’s saying something, but she can’t really hear him. Her whole head is buzzing and there’s a heat simmering in her body, vision going white.
One of the best things about knowing you are the snuffbait is also knowing that if you were ever put into a situation like that, you might really be scared. You might feel that fear so deep within you when he finally finds you… God, how dumb could you be. You were being a tease… It was you who told him that it would feel good to have your intestines ripped out while he fucks his cock into you, your blood spraying and spurting with every thrust. You were the one who said all of those things, you wanted that, didn’t you?
And through all that fear, through your tears and pathetic attempts at mercy, you realize it’s your fault. You wanted allllll of it. And now you can’t handle it? You can’t handle death? Didn’t you want his hands to squeeze tighter and tighter around your neck, crushing your windpipe with such an intense pain that you’re clawing at his wrists, each scratch getting weaker and weaker as the air refuses to enter your lungs?
Stupid little snuffbait you had been. And now you were scared but… knowing you deserved it, knowing that in a way, your fear was punishment for begging to die? Well. Now you’re just snuff material. You’re just a good stab in the stomach away from becoming the dead girl you always dreamed of. And that alone makes your entire cunt ache with need.
Imagining that body so cold against your warm skin, thinking about how much you needed him — no, no, not him. That was wrong… you didn’t care about this guy, and if you did, you wouldn’t be keeping him dead in a freezer.
No. It wasn’t him…
It was that pretty dead cock of his you had been craving. And revealing it was never going to get old…
Pause.
Did you just click… read more?
And I’m the sick one, though? I’m sick for writing a little teaser? …Right. 😒
oh fuck i just wanna be drugged in every way possible. slip something in my drink to calm me down, shove whatever libido raising drug down my throat, make me inhale whatever you want to relax my holes and make me go limp, maybe even overdose me a little so i’m reaaaaal fuckin horny and pliant. then tell me none of this is real as you force your strap into me or make me eat your pussy out.
Below the cut is a longer writing of sorts… we are in a very Godly mood today. The verse pictured above is what inspired this little perverted writing. Enjoy. <3
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“Recite the Lord’s prayer.”
I was angry with Father and it must’ve been obvious in the flat projection of my command. But it was innate within me to always be the wise woman of God — I knew better than to openly defy my priest… If Father wished for me to tutor such an insolent child of the Lord, then it must’ve been because he trusted me. He trusted me to know the Scripture better than anyone else within our congregation.
But even that heartwarming thought was not enough to satiate the burning pit of anger I felt within my stomach… and all for some teenaged girl. What a dumb stupid pupil she was… I can see her hands reach across the table hesitantly, ready to grab the Bible sitting between us.
I can’t stop the smirk that plays upon my face.
My palm hits the Bible cover with a sharp slap just before she can even grasp the edges of the leather. She flinches away, watching cautiously as I slowly slide the religious text off the table and into my lap. Safe it would be there from her dirty, sinner hands. “Without the Bible, Sister. You should know this prayer by now. It is the most basic one.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth seems to be stuck in that parted position. She’s frozen in shock. Her reaction of surprise — like she was shocked that anyone would even dare to ask her to do such a thing — sends a flurry of questions tumbling through my train of thought.
Has Father never asked her to recite a verse perfectly from memory? Has she even bothered to read the scripture? Or was she too busy sucking on the cock of my priest to find time to study?
But there’s one particular question that just won’t leave my head.
Has Father even bothered to punish her for the willful ignorance she carries for God?
“You don’t even know it, do you, Sister?” My voice is lined with a contempt I have never felt before, not even for myself.
There is a sense of fear marking her shaking body, I can almost smell it. Has she ever felt such fear with Father?
Well, I have.
My chair screeches against the concrete floor, the Bible in my lap slipping to the ground. I can see her following my cue like a brain-rotted sheep. She’s about to get up. “Stay,” I said sharply, my eyes snapping to the young woman whose gaze is now stuck to the table.
But she’s saying something, even with all that obvious shame. It irritates me almost instantly. “Father won’t be happy if—”
The sound of my palm slapping her soft rosy cheek echoes in the quiet classroom, but if the sound of perfect contact was not enough for me then the whimper of pain that left her mouth certainly was.
“Father wishes for you to be knowledgeable on the Bible, Sister. Do you wish to defy Father’s destiny for you?”
The embarrassed shake of her head almost makes a smile appear upon my face — my teeth dig into my lip to stop the obvious signs of pleasure I was deriding from her obedience.
“Finally, a smart answer… Stand up.”
She stands from her seat quickly, her eyes refusing to meet mine. A sign of subservience... veryyy good. Her gaze comes up, but stops short as her eyes catch an object in my right hand. She looks horrified and I don’t blame her.
Everyone was scared of the paddle.
The wooden paddles were certainly something to be feared among the women staying in the church. It was something we had all learned to be ashamed of, especially if our misbehavior warranted its use. The wood was synonymous to religious discipline, synonymous to eternal punishment. It was a type of beating that every girl there would learn to become adjusted to… Father loved his paddles. Every single one was etched with a different Bible verse. Today’s paddle?
‘For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.’ — Matthew 6:14
How… ironic that this was verse that came after the Lord’s prayer. The prayer she did not know.
“Turn your back to me and place your hands on the table.”
She hesitates.
It angers me.
I grab a dainty wrist with my free hand, turning her the right way with a jerking motion, harshly throwing her hand down. “Hands on the table, Sister.”
Her hands place themselves with shaking fear on the surface of the table.
“Spread your legs.”
She turns back to look at me. “What?”
A long sigh of irritation leaves my lips as I push her head back to the front with the edge of the paddle. “Spread. Your. Legs.”
It was cute, I would have to admit that much… watching as her legs separate with that fearful hesitation. I almost want to laugh. But I don’t.
“Repeat the words of the Lord’s prayer after me… ‘Our Father in heaven.’”
“You’re gonna hit me, aren’t you?” The words tumble from her mouth. Her voice is shaking. Dear God, she’s scared.
“Repeat my words, Sister, or I’ll do more than that.”
She sobs quietly under her breath… but how obedient she is. “Our Father in heaven…”
The paddle hits her ass with a sharp smack and her shriek of pain is just delightful. She’s already crying… and I’ve barely even started. “If you mess up, we start all over, got it?”
Yeah, but on a real note, I’d like to see all these wannabe religious fetishizers actually reading the Bible. Show me a verse or two that makes you feel immense guilt due to your sexual perversions. Come on, don’t you want to pervert the book you claim to read?
I don’t care about what you think about the priest... You only want to fuck the priest because he’s hot, not because you feel religious guilt from your self-indebted devotion to God. And the only way you can show that devotion without going straight to Hell is by showing it to the conduit of God’s will.
But you just want to fuck a priest. You’re just a whore. Not even guilty about it.
You’re not devoted.
You’re an invader to the church, doll, aren’t you?
Just a little sidenote from your favorite cultbitch. LARPers are stealing my Christian culture and religious perversion, and they don’t even know the first line in Genesis. 💔 A baby could tell you that, I fear. 💔
Because if you really wanted to fuck the priest, you’d devote yourself to study time for a reward… Just saying!
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