Cigolini55 2008-01-03 18:28:00

Holy shit, with my voting power, i'll try help yea out >.<

Cigolini55 2008-01-03 18:33:16

Deal!

Cigolini55 2008-01-03 18:54:07

Oh and on a side-note if you didn't know, i'm also Brazilian.

karlu20 2008-01-03 19:03:11

lookit my blog

chris-the-stick 2008-01-03 20:00:17

i will join. seems fun! we should make a flash about that

BrazilianNinja 2008-01-03 20:05:43

Kangman. Edit your post. You basically copied and pasted my blog on yours.

karlu20 2008-01-03 20:10:13

*yawn* bored

karlu20 2008-01-03 20:59:08

talk more nub
or ill be forced to put u at the bottom of my list <.<

fohn-jarmery 2008-01-03 23:02:41

There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer Parker dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness as she continued to regress. Different terrors. Different days. But always the constant chants, and the filthy bellowing of blasphemous encouragements from the ever present gatherings around her. And then, she'd achieved her altered state.

Jenny was only twelve years old again just now, naked in a fevered, fearful, loathing hell, in which she was writhing in almost excruciating lust. Unseen, yet knowing fiery fingers seemed to caressed her quivering little body. Teasing her little nipples maddeningly erect, insinuating themselves within the yearning crevasses of her immature sex organs and making her tingle maddeningly all over. So filthy, what they used to do to her - those wicked monstrous people - such an innocent young girl. How could they? How CAN they. No. I don't want it.. I'm burning" Jenny squealed, "please.. nooooooooo!"

"Specto suscitatio," her hypnotherapist commanded, without impatience. It was a magic, hypnotic key phrase Doctor Schwarzkopf had taught his patient, which helped her slip more quickly into an hypnotic state of recollection and tranquility.

"Jennifer, Jennifer!" his manly, baritone voice called the frightened little girl by her full name, and then, "Can you here me Jennifer?" It questioned amidst her inner turmoil. The familiar, friendly disembodied voice, acted like an indirect beam of cool, white light, sending the horrific phantasms arrayed against her, scurrying back into the dark recesses of her imagination once again.

The sound of her breath was audible around her now, her chest expanding and contracting with each breath. She could hear the air rushing between her lips as she inhaled. She felt tranquil now, as if at the bottom of a deep, silent ocean. It was the wonderfully safe place she'd been taught to hide within herself so many times, during her hypnotherapy sessions with the kindly Doctor Schwarzkopf. A lower place inside her very being, far from the residual pain of her unbearable childhood memories of satanic ritual abuse, and the horrible visions that made her fearful, sick and anxiously aroused, even in her current adult life. The little girl, Jenny, inside the now adult woman Jennifer whom had been undergoing regression therapy for weeks already, enjoyed the quiet, restful darkness of this place within herself. There was only her, and the lovely male voice she loved so much, and she knew she'd be safe in here with him.

"I'm going to count to three Jennifer" he told her just then, "And when I do, you're going to leave your cave Jenny. I'm going to direct you through some of the events that brought you to your current situation in life Jennifer. Do you understand?

Jennifer nodded obediently.

"Your going to be watching everything like a movie. You can not get hurt in a movie Jennifer. You're just going to watch the movie and tell me what you see. Do you understand?"

Jennifer nodded. A movie did sound good. Little twelve-year-old Jenny felt so happy and excited all of a sudden, she loved cartoons and Mickey Mouse and..

"Now. I'm going to count to three now Jenny," Doctor Schwarzkopf interrupted her once again, "and when I do, you're going to be back in the church. One.... Two.... Three!"

There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer Parker dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness. Different terrors. Different days. Her vivid reminiscences played out before her, like flicking through TV channels, as her hypnotist directed.

Her little childhood self, kneeling almost naked on the sacrificial altar during the diabolic masses held at the secluded 'Church of Satan' was an often recurring theme in her visions. The the oddly dressed crowd amassed around the trembling, pre-pubescent girl, and how they'd taught her to love them touching her naughty little body.

She was a very pretty little girl. Skinny, but with enough meat on her bones to offer a semblance of sexual readiness. She had the usual kind of blonde coloring, only hers was a true blonde, with not so much as a hint of peroxide: bright blue eyes and pink cheeks, with high cheek bones accentuating a perfectly shaped nose and nostrils that had a tendency to flare with just the slightest provocation. Her little lemon-like tits seemed to sway tantalizingly below her, as she knelt on the altar with her pert and curvy buttocks rounding submissively before the excited adults gathering around her. Even when they stood quietly, simply witnessing, Jenny was always erotically affected by the highly charged communion of adult lust which ragged amongst the congregation all about her.

Mommy would even set her daughters long blonde hair in draping, sexy curls, and paint her pouty little-girl lips with glossy lipstick too. Then she'd be dressed in the most provocatively sexy lingerie imaginable. Cup-less braziers accentuated her small titties; crotch-less lacy panties made her gorgeous young ass appear seductively ripe and ready to be fucked, along with thrilly garter belts and suspender stockings sometimes, adding teasingly to the illusion that the tiny young girl was invitingly more adult.

Her parents always wanted Jenny to be as sexy and flirtatious as possible for her sexually sacrificial duties. They told her she must always give herself willingly to all. Jenny's parents had explained, the other cult members would be even hornier to fuck her precious little body this way. They told her she was the most special little girl in the world, she was the living symbol of the sexual magnetism of The Beast.

Little Jenny hadn't understood it all. But she'd grown to like attending the Satanic vespers over time, and how she felt about the sex she had during them as well.

During the rituals held in the old, converted church, the members of the demonic cult were encouraged to fuck her sexily presented little body any way they wanted. Often, they'd made her perform the most obscene adult sexual acts her little girl's mind could never have imagined on its own. The cultists, including her parents, were always dressed indiscernibly alike; cloaked in purple, smock-like robes with mystic blazonry embroidered here and there. Each member of the unholy congregation wore a plain white mask over their hidden faces during the Satanic rites, appearing featureless, smooth and shining ghostly in the dimly lit surroundings of their macabre place of worship.

Only 'Mr. Black' really stood out in her visions. He was always dressed in black. However his mask was shiny gold, and he wore a special headpiece of ram's horns on his head. He was the master of ceremonies for the black masses, a high priest for the unholy conjugation, and their sacrilegious rites.

Depending on their mood, the congregation would shout lewd encouragements, like "fuck that little bitch!" or "Fuck her in the name of Satan!" Or else they'd simply stand quietly witnessing, and enjoying the perverted good show they would receive.

Her scantily clad little body would be taken by a full-grown man, perhaps he'd roll over on her back and and spread her pliant unresisting, lovely little legs. Mommy had told her to smile and whisper encouragement at such times, especially if he seemed a little hesitant. Dutifully, she batted her pretty baby blue eyes seductively, as they glisten invitingly in the soft candle light, awestruck at the site of huge male glands poking out hungrily, as the men lifted up their heavy ceremonial robes. She'd lost count of the many ribbed, red and ready to fuck penises she'd been rodgered with, as horny cult members had called her filthy names, or grunted lustfully in her little ear as they grinded there aching, lust inflamed adult penises into her immature little fuck-hole.
She moaned in agony. How painful it was as it squeezed through, as the gooey cum attempted to penetrate the tiny gap. She often collapsed with the exertion afterwards.

Sorry about this. Post this on 5 other peoples chat rooms or your daughter will share jennifers fate!

BrazilianNinja 2008-01-03 23:10:27

The LOP is closed due to "someone" (not saying names) screwing it all up. Sorry man.

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 02:53:34

Yea it is, but who cares, i think that it was a waste of time, but you still wanna do the spam-war? if so, tell me and were gona spam hard on smico :). (don't tell karlu, or she'll send you pointless pm's why your not suppose to).

greyshadowskyknight 2008-01-04 14:45:11

hey thanks! you might become badass afterall!

karlu20 2008-01-04 18:31:12

you like greenday?
*kisses* ur the bestest :)
...i like greenday more than u btw
i like every damn one of their songs - except wake me up when sept ends
good riddance is my fave
minority and basket case and blvd of broken dreams are also at the top
but i love em all... cept the aforementioned

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 18:39:07

Forget greenday!

It all about me and my violin :).

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 18:50:45

Ohh, well then, you might as well drop your hopes.

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 19:06:56

Anything from Beethoven (well not almost everything)and a few some legendary composer's. But when i go freestyle, i usually let my imagination do all the music.

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 19:18:56

When i get FL Studio, you will...when i get a job, for starters. Oh and i replied your comment.

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 21:46:09

BN says its called Fruity loops studio but eh, i think it was a joke. What you said about "damn you wrote good"?

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 23:00:03

Yea, i loled, and yea thanks man, only took 10 minutes to plan out that whole story, did it for school, but like i said, the hell with school.

Cigolini55 2008-01-04 23:30:01

Thats what i thought too! half the stuff they teach us their, won't be used in our daily lives, like for instance, Geometry! The time i think you use that math if you take on a constructive job. I say we get rid of all other subjects, though only take subjects that you actually use, on which the job you choose that you'd like to become!