The Collectors Estate

Part Six: The Pool

Municipal Swimming Facility

Salem, North Carolina

4:00PM

It was that time of year. The time when it was too cool to go to the beach, but too nice to stay at home inside. The Municipal Swimming Facility hosted one of the largest indoor swimming facilities in the city, and today it was packed with people. Given the time of day, the crowd consisted of mostly teenagers just getting out of school. There were also a few older people there as well. Senior citizens performing water aerobics and the forties crowd trying to work off the winter fat made up the rest of the crowd. There were no parents with small children present, because a sign had been posted for days now warning that today the staff would be cleansing the poll with a special algae-eating agent that might cause allergic reactions in younger children. So, the parents were happy to keep their kids out of the pool today.

The truth was that there was no agent or possible allergy alert. A representative of the Collectors Estate had visited the pool earlier in the week while scouting and seen the local crowd. He'd been quite impressed, but noticed a lot of younger children there on the day he'd visited. The Estate had little interest in toddler-aged children, and even the hardest of the mercenaries were loath to kill the really young. Therefore, in the interest of humanity, the Estate representative, posing as a cleaner, convinced the swimming facility's manager that they needed an algae scrub, and that the younger children would need to be kept out of the pool for twenty-four hours during the scrub. Fortunately, the manager bought the story and the unnecessary loss of life was avoided.

For the most part, the crowd was having a fun day. The seniors were in one pool performing their aerobics, the teens were mostly in another pool frolicking and grouped together in their own little cliques, and the remainder of the people were gathered in and around the third pool. Bleachers lined three of the walls surrounding the pools, and in the bleachers, seated high up away from the rest of the crown was one woman that looked remarkably out of place. She was blonde, dressed in sharp business attire and she was staring intently at a laptop resting on her knees. She barely even heard the ruckus going on around here, so focused was she on her work. In a few moments, though, she closed the laptop and produced a cell phone from a pocket of her tailored jacket. She placed the earpiece of a headset device in her ear and dialed a number. She dropped the phone back into the pocket from which she'd produced it in the first place and began to speak quietly into the phone.

As the woman's words were quietly spoken, groups of men began moving into the swimming facility from various positions about the building. The first team swept through the entrance area, herding everyone there back toward the pool area. The second team went in with the first team, but broke off and swept through the locker rooms, also herding any people in those rooms into the pool area as well. The remaining four teams of men entered through the various emergency exits, picking the security locks and disabling the alarms first. These teams quickly took control of the pool area itself and moved everyone from the bleachers to the concrete floor of the pool area. In moments, the pool facility was closed to the outside public, guards posted at all the doors and all the people had been herded, in shock, at gunpoint out of the entryway, out of the locker rooms, off of the bleachers and out of the pools to the floor. The people looked about nervously, seeing only men with guns and masks surrounding them.

One of the men near the door to the entryway picked the security lock and began flipping switches on a small metal switch plate. The motorized bleachers began to trundle backwards away from the pools and toward the walls. Extended, the bleachers offered seating for nearly a thousand people, but retracted they barely took up two feet of floor space. With the bleachers retracted, the floor space of the facility had quadrupled. From the corner of the room, the blonde woman with the laptop walked forward.

She said in her loud, clear, professional voice, “Listen to me people.” Almost at once, everyone's attention turned to her.

She continued to speak, walking along the group of frightened people. “You will follow the instructions I give you and do exactly as you are told to do. If you don't follow my instructions, these men will kill you.” She had to paused as some of the younger girls shrieked in fear. “If you do exactly as you are told, without hesitation, you will live through this experience.”

People began to get nervous. Murmuring began in the crowd. Some of the younger ones in the crowd began to cry.

“Listen to me!” the blonde woman said loudly, and again the room was silent. “This is no joke. If you don't do as you are instructed, you will die. If anyone thinks these men won't kill them, then I invite those people to step forward now to be the example.”

No one moved and no one spoke.

“Good,” the woman said. “Now that I have your attention, here's what I want: I want anyone under the age of eighteen against that wall over there.” She pointed to her left. “Anyone between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five I want against that wall.” She pointed to the far wall away from her. “And anyone over the age of thirty-five I want against that wall.” She pointed to her right this time. “Now move!”

At once, assisted by the armed men in masks, the people began to separate and move toward the walls as they'd been instructed. A group of three teen boys, in a moment of teen stupidity and fearlessness, tried to overpower one of the mercenaries and take his gun. The three boys were subdued and killed in second, and a panic broke out in the crowd for a few minutes, but was contained without any further losses.

In less than ten minutes, the large crowd had split into three groups, each group against a different wall of the building. The people stood nervously, but silently, looking at the men with guns and wondering if any of them really would make it out of here alive.

The woman moved toward the group of people against the left-hand wall. The under eighteen group would be the easiest to control and subdue, especially after the example set by the group of boys the mercs had killed. The bodies of those boys had been dragged away into the locker room area.

“Okay!” the blonde woman said to the group, loudly enough to be heard clearly. “I want boys on the left and girls on the right.” The people began to move into two groups, one of girls and one of boys. “Good,” the woman said. “Now hold still.”

She moved to the center group of people and instructed them to separate into male and female groups as well. Finally, the people against the right-hand wall were told to do the same. After the people were separated into groups by age, and then by sex, the woman moved back to the first group; the under eighteen group.

Suddenly, and without any warning, a bot yelled, “Rush them!” and sprung forward at the closest mercenary. Apparently, he expected the rest of the group to follow his example, but all they could do was watch, startled, as the boy ran forward at the mercenary. The mercenary raised his gun, but the blonde woman yelled at him not to shoot. Instead, the merc caught the boy as he grappled for the gun, flipped the boy over his hip and to the floor, and knelt over the boy, pinning the boy's arms at his side with his knees. The merc looked to the blonde woman for instructions.

“There's always one,” she muttered to herself. She walked to the boy and crouched down near him as he struggled under the weight of the muscular mercenary.

She slapped the boy hard across the face. Stunned, he stopped struggling and looked up at her. “I'm going to kill you,” she said. “You should know that right away. But because you're being a pain in my ass, I'm going to torture you for a couple of hours first. That's your reward for your heroics.”

She looked at the mercenary as the boy goggled at her. “Get him out of here,” she said. “Tie him up in the girls' bathroom until I can get to him.”

The mercenary turned the boy over and pulled his arms behind him he dragged the boy, screaming, to his feet and toward the door to the girls' lockers and bathroom. It was the same door through which the dead boys' bodies had previously been dragged. The boy screamed and tried to kick out at the mercenary the whole way into the bathroom, but the mercenary was far too powerful for the youth. In no time at all, the boy was pushed to the floor of a bathroom stall and his hands tied with a plastic strip to a toilet. The boy wasn't going anywhere; at least not without tearing the skin off his hands or gnawing off one of his own arms first.

The blonde woman returned her attention to the two groups of people in front of her. She moved to the group of girls first. She saw the fearful looks on their faces, she saw the tears in their eyes. She saw the young faces glancing from her to the men's guns, and back to her again. The blonde woman loved this. This sense of power was the greatest part of this job. Better than the torture, better than the kidnaping, better than the knowledge that all of these people would be living a life of slavery, if they lived at all, after this day; all of that was nothing compared to looking at the people and seeing the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty in their eyes. Just watching these girls made her feel powerful, like god. She knew that, with one word, she could have any one of them killed, and these men would never question her order. Just knowing that made her pussy drip with moisture. The thought of torturing one of these twelve, or sixteen year old girls until they begged her to put a bullet in their head, and then granting that wish made the blonde woman made her want to cum.

Watching the girls' faces, she gave the command she'd been waiting to give since she'd gotten here, “Strip out of your swimsuits.”

With those five words, the younger girls instantly deteriorated into uncontrollable sobs. They begged her with their eyes to not make them do this. Each of them looked at the woman with tears in their eyes, hoping to touch some sense of sympathy in her. If they only knew they were doing the opposite, the girls would never have bothered. Seeing the tears and the fear only made the woman wetter, hornier, and more willing to kill all of them to satisfy her own depraved sexual urges.

The guns pointed at their heads convinced the girls that their modesty would only get them killed. First one, then a few more, and finally al the girls as a group began stripping out of their swim wear. In just a moment, bikinis, swimsuits, swim shirts and shorts were all lying in piles in front of the girls. The girls hugged themselves to cover their nudity or to keep warm in the slightly chilly air inside the facility. The heated water of the pools made the air fairly warm, but being completely naked allowed the air to cool more of the skin.

From the group of women against the center wall, a voice suddenly cried out. “Why don't you just leave them alone? They're just children!”

The blonde woman wheeled around, incredible upset at being distracted from viewing the lovely exposed girl flesh before her.

“Who said that?” she said angrily. “Bring her forward.”

One of the mercenaries grabbed the woman who'd made the outburst by the hair and dragged her away from the rest of the group. The blonde woman stalked over to the woman and slapped her hard in the face. The blonde woman slapped her once, then twice, and the a third time, raising red welts one the woman's face. The woman could only look back at the blonde woman in shock and fear.

“You listen to me, you filthy cunt,” the blonde woman seethed at the woman that had yelled out. “I give the fucking orders around here, bitch. Not you! Me! If I hear another fucking word out of your fucking mouth, I'll have your tongue cut out and then make you fucking well eat it! Do you understand me, bitch?”

The woman looked back at the blonde fearfully. Her bottom lip trembled, as if she'd just realized at how much risk she'd placed herself.

“I asked you a question, bitch. Answer me!” the blonde woman cried out at the trembling woman.

“Yes, I understand,” the woman stammered. Her voice barely a whisper.

“What?” the blonde woman shouted at her, grabbing the woman's face and pulling her closer. “I didn't fucking hear you, whore. What did you say.”

“I said yes, I understood you,” the woman said, tears popping into her eyes.

“Good. You fucking well better.” the blonde woman said, releasing the woman's face. She turned to the mercenary holding her and said, “Put her back in the group.”

The blonde woman returned to the groups of younger swimmers. She eyed the girls again, but stopped in front of the boys. It was their turn now. The blonde woman hoped to enjoy seeing the boy flesh as much as the girls. Although, girls were more to her liking. Boys tended not to cry as much, and they tried to remain strong as taught by their fathers. She loved torturing boys, though. She loved the moment when she finally broke them and they wept like babies for her. She also loved to humiliate young boys by taking them anally with her largest strap-on dildos. Her favorite use for young boys was to beat and torture them until they cried, then to have anal sex with them until they bled while at the same time jerking their little cocks with her hand until they had no choice but to cum for her, still crying from the pain and humiliation, and then she'd kill them, often by placing a plastic bag over their heads until they suffocated. That way she could watch their eyes as the life drained out of them.

“You boys,” she said. “It's your turn. Strip naked.”

The boys, too, were reticent to comply, but just like the girls, the guns were powerful motivators. Soon, boys were stripping out of their shorts and the clothes were in piles in front of them, too. It seemed that, despite the danger they were in, some of the boys had apparently been sneaking glances at the naked girls because several of the boys were sporting hard cocks.

“Well, look at this,” the blonde woman said, moving to the nearest boy with a stiff penis. “We have a few little perverts here.” She reached out and took hold of the boy's cock and pulled him toward her, using it as a handle.

The boy said nothing, but looked at her with eyes as wide as saucers. He was trembling, but his little cock, which was just starting to brim with pubic hair, was stiffer now than it was before she grabbed him.

“You like looking at these girls, boy?” she asked, giving his cock a little squeeze.

The boy said nothing, but nodded at her.

“Which one's your favorite?” she asked him, looking over at the group of girls.

The boy quickly looked down at the floor, too ashamed to say anything.

The blonde woman squeezed his cock harder and asked again, “Which one's your favorite?”

The boy cringed slightly as she squeezed his member. It didn't really hurt, but it made him have that feeling in his legs and hips like he felt while he was stroking it while he was wearing a pair of his mom's panties.

“Shelly Winters,” the boy said quietly, as if he didn't want Shelly to hear him.

“Shelly, huh?” the woman asked. “What's so nice about Shelly?”

The boy just looked down at the floor again, not saying a word.

“Let's find out, why don't we?” she asked, letting go of his cock and walking back to the group of girls. “Which one of you is Shelly Winters?”

For a moments, no one said or did anything. Then a girl stepped forward. She was about five feet, two inches tall with long blonde hair, muscular legs, a narrow waist, hips that were just starting to show the curves of womanhood, and large, round, firm breasts.

“I can see why he likes you,” the woman said, looking her up and down. The girl instinctively covered herself from the sudden attention her nakedness was bringing her. She suddenly had a brilliant and perverted idea. She reached into her jacket and brought out her red pen.

“Hold still,” she told Shelly. “This will just take a second.”

The blonde woman marked the letters AF SH on Shelly's left upper arm.

“Now, don't rub that off or smear it, okay?” the woman said. “If you do, the people you're going to meet will think you're trying to hide something from them, and they don't like that.” The girl nodded at the woman and didn't touch the letters marked on her.

The blonde woman went back to the boy who was still sporting his hard-on. She grinned inwardly as she saw his still-stiff cock standing out away from his body. Her pussy also twitched at the thought of what was to come for this boy. She was going to enjoy watching her plan unfolding. She wrote the same letters on his left upper arm, too. She also made a mental note to email her special handling instructions to the Estate after she was finished here.

“Okay,” the blonde woman said to the youngsters. “All of you move back against those bleachers and put your butts right up against them. I'm going to have a look at all of you, and then these men will escort you out of here.” She motioned to the mercenaries guarding the group of youngsters.

The group moved against the bleachers and the woman, starting with the girls first, moved along the line from person to person, inspecting and grading them. There were no cosmetic enhancements to speak of in this group and only the older girls, the seventeen and eighteen year olds had any tattoos, and even then there weren't many. It was impossible for the blonde woman to assign an effective bra size to some of the younger girls, as they had not yet started to develop breasts. So instead of trying to assign a bra size to those girls' information, the blonde woman simply marked them as ?A. That told the handlers at the Estate that those girls were too small for actual bras or harnesses.

She then moved to the group of boys and graded them as well. She moved down the line of boy flesh, noting the hairless penises, the immature slimness of their bodies, and the bodies of the boys just coming of age.

One of the boys shocked her. He was an eighteen year old with broad shoulders and well-developed muscles; a football player's physique. What shocked her about this boy was that he had a Prince Albert piercing. She had not expected to see that on any of these kids. She just shook her head slightly and marked the head of his penis with her red marker. She thought he might fit well in the Estate.

The youngest group was finally inspected and graded. The blonde woman gave the mercenaries orders to remove them. The mercs led the group away, out the door into the entryway of the pool facility. As the group approached the front doors to the pool, they saw that three semi rucks had back almost all the way to the front doors. A large blue tarpaulin screen had been erected and supported by metal poles, shielding the front entrance to the pool and the trucks from view of the roadway nearby. Unseen to the group being led to the trucks, but viewable from the road, a sign was posted in front of the big blue tarp announcing that the pool was closed for cleaning.

The group was led out of the facility and into the backs of the trucks, sorted by the rankings assigned to each of them by the blonde woman after her inspection. The back doors of the trucks were left open, but they were guarded by the group of mercenaries and told to remain very, very quiet. More people would be joining these youngsters in the back of the trucks, so there was no sense in closing the doors. If any of these kids yelled or spoke up, they'd be shot as an example and that would take care of that.

Back at the pool, the blonde woman had moved on to the next age group. She ordered the women to strip, and then the men. She went from person to person inspecting and grading them. The woman that had pissed her off earlier, she secretly assigned an X ranking to, even though the woman was obviously an A-class specimen. This group seemed to be somewhat vainer than the previous group, too. Several of the women had breast enhancements done. Overall, though, the group was pretty natural, and was graded fairly highly. There weren't a lot of S-classes in this group, but there were plenty of A-classes and several E-classes as well.

The mercenaries led that group out of the pool and into the trucks as well, again separating them by ranking. The people in the trucks were again warned against making any sound at all. If anyone spoke, they were told, they and the two people next to them would be shot.

The blonde woman moved to the next groups. These were the older people in the crowd. The range here was from thirty-five and up. As she looked over the members of this group, she knew not many of them were acceptable. All the seniors had to go. They were completely useless to the Estate. They were too old and frail to withstand the rigors of torture, they were useless as sexual objects, and they were even useless as X-classes because their meat would be to stringy to make effective meals.

As she moved down the line of people, all the truly old and frail she told to step away from the line, along with several of the fifty year old crowd that didn't have the looks to make the cut. The woman ordered these people, nearly three-quarters of this group, taken to the locker room by several of the mercs. The mercenaries knew well enough what that meant without having to be given explicit instructions.

As the elderly and the unacceptable were being executed, the blonde woman ordered the rest of the men and women of the group to strip. They were then inspected and grade just like all the rest had been before. This group was then taken out to the trucks and loaded along with the rest of the groups.

The doors of the trucks were closed, the mercenaries took off their masks and put away their weapons. The clothing they were wearing could easily be that of a pool cleaning company. A group of men took down the tarp covering the entrance and the trucks pulled away from the swimming facility. They were on the road and on their way to the Estate in no time. The men loaded themselves into a couple of travel buses and also headed back to the Estate. Only the woman and her boy toy remained behind. The entrances to the pool were all locked and the notice of cleaning sign was left up outside so no one was expected to bother her while she did her work. Her favorite kind of work.

The blonde woman took a seat in a chair by the pool and opened her laptop. She wrote a brief email to the Estate detailing her special instructions for the boy and the girl she'd marked. She them closed her laptop again, setting it aside for now. She drew the pistol she kept in the shoulder holster under her jacket and headed into the girls' locker room and bathroom.

“Well, hello, my pretty,” she said to the boy tied to the toilet. She reached down and took hld of the boy's swimming trunks and pulled them quickly to his ankles and off of him before he could realize what she was doing and fight back. She knelt on top of him, putting her full weight on his shoulders. She pushed the muzzle of her gun against his nose and looked him right in the eyes.

“How are you doing, bitch?” she asked, grinning at him wickedly over the barrel of her gun.

“Bitch? Who are you calling a bitch?” the teen retorted angrily.

“You, stupid,” she snapped at him. His boisterousness irritated her. “You're the only other one here, aren't you? Well, except for those dead bodies out there.”

“Yeah?” he snapped back. “Well, fuck you! You don't scare me. You untie me from here and I'll whip your little ass.”

“Oh you think so, do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck yeah! You let me up and you'll see.” the boy replied confidently.

“Well, we'll just see about that,” she said and pulled a knife from its concealed sheath at her thigh. She moved off the boy and around the back of the toilet. She cut the plastic strips holding him and then quickly backed out of the bathroom stall.

The boy was on his feet quickly. He was captain of the high school wrestling team and he outweighed this bitch by thirty pounds at least. Plus, she was just a girl. What could she do to him?

He rushed at her, hoping to catch her off-guard and take her down. Before he even knew what had happened, she had stepped to the side and, using his own weight and momentum against him, flung him past her and into one of the mirrors above one of the sinks behind her. The glass broke, cutting into his forehead and hands. Before he could move, she spun around, swinging her elbow in a downward motion into one of his kidneys. The boy staggered to his knees. The pain was so incredible, he threw up on the tile floor.

The woman was on him immediately. She grabbed his hair from behind and put her arm around his neck in a tight grip, effectively cutting off the blood flow to his brain. He scrambled to grab her hand or wrist, but he couldn't get the necessary leverage to break her grip. In barely a moment, he felt pounding in his head and his vision started to get fuzzy. He tried to reach up and slap at her, but she moved her head easily out of the way. In a few more second, he couldn't even lift his arms above his head and his vision was darkening. The woman maintained her grip on him until he passed out. Then she allowed him to fall forward, cracking his head on the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

“Stupid,” she said caustically. She kicked his head once with her tailored leather shoe.

She grabbed him by one wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom and into the locker room. He was heavy, but nothing she couldn't handle. Her training had instilled her with strength greater than her looks.

She left the boy on the floor of the locker room a few feet away from the bodies of the teens that had tried to overpower one of the mercs earlier. She walked away from him and began searching the bathroom area and locker room for items she would need to fully enjoy herself. In a few moments, she had what she needed. She also undressed the three dead bodies that had been left here earlier. She didn't care that they were dead. She was used to seeing dead people on a nearly-daily basis. These bodies were just tools for her to use in degrading her toy before she killed him.

She returned and tied a length of thin nylon rope she'd found in the pool offices around the boys scrotum, effectively cutting off all blood flow to his testicles. She also tied a length of the rope around the boy's neck, using the free end as a leash. Now, she could easily cause the boy instant pain by tugging the rope on his balls or she could cut off his air supply by pulling on the rope tied at his neck. She thought those two things, coupled with the fact that she had a very sharp knife and a gun, would allow her to carry out her twisted plans for this boy's final hours.

She went into the pool employees' break room and found a plastic cup. She returned to the bathroom and sat on one of the toilets and pissed in the cup. She waited a few moments until it cooled to room temperature, then she walked out of the bathroom and threw her piss in the boy's face to wake him. She'd wished she could have delivered the stream onto his face herself, but that would leave her in a precarious position.

The boy snapped awake instantly, looked around quickly to see where he was, and tried to get to his feet. From her position behind him, the woman pulled hard on the rope tied to the boy's balls causing him to cry out in pain and fall back onto his knees.

“Stay down, boy,” she said in a warning tone. “You don't want to test my patience anymore today.”

The boy was wiping her piss out of his eyes. He noticed his eyes were stinging and the liquid on his face tasted salty and bitter.

“You pissed on me?” he yelled at her, surprised and irritated.

“Well I had to wake you up somehow,” she said calmly, an evil smile spreading over her face. The boy was still turned away from her, so he didn't see it. “If I'd just left you there, you'd have been out for an hour.”

He tried to turn around to see her, but another sharp tug on the rope at his balls convinced him not to move.

“Now,” she said cooly. “Do we see who's in charge here?”

“You're not in fucking charge of me, bitch!” he yelled. His voice was almost hysterical.

She jerked hard on the rope attached to his balls and kicked him in the back of the head. He fell forward on his face, his blue-purple balls stretched several inches behind his hips. She stepped forward and put her imported leather shoe on his balls and pressed down lightly.

“Yes, I fucking am, idiot!” she snapped at him angrily.

The boy laid there on the floor. All her could do was writhe in pain and cry out, begging her to stop hurting him. She had no intention of stopping. In fact, quite the opposite was on her mind. She was going to hurt and humiliate him even more before she was finished with him. And after she was finished with him, she was going to kill him. She was going to choke the life out of him and she was going to watch this little, laughable asshole die. Her pussy twitched at the thought of it.

She moved her foot off his testicles and said, “Turn over.”

The boy complied without complaint he rolled over onto his back, looking up at her. He saw her standing over him holding the ends of two ropes in her hands. In the hand that held the rope attached to his ball sac, she also held a wickedly sharp-looking knife. She moved forward toward him, keeping the ropes tight as she approached him. He watched her warily, not knowing what to expect. She crouched at his feet. He could see up her skirt as he looked down at her. He could see the lacy black panties covering her crotch. Despite his predicament, his teenaged hormones caused something to stir inside him.

“Here's what's going to happen, boy,” she said. She transferred the rope attached to his neck to her other hand, and reached out and took his cock in the hand that was now free. She saw his dark purple balls pulled tightly upward by the rope in her other hand. This only served to make her wetter between her legs. She wanted to reach down and grab those two badly discolored orbs and twist them, put them under her foot and grind them flat under her heel, and listen to this boy cry out in pain as she tightened the rope at his neck until he finally passed out and the breath left his body. She held herself back, though. She would have her fun with the boy first, and then she would kill him.

“You are going to perform for me,” she continued. She began stroking his cock slowly and tenderly. “You're going to do some humiliating and disgusting things for me. If you perform well, then I'll let you live. If you disappoint me, then I'm going to cut off your dick and watch you bleed to death. Understand?”

He looked at her in obvious fright. “You said you were going to torture me and kill me.”

“Well, if that's what you want, I can just do that instead,” she said sarcastically. “I'm offering you a chance to live here. If you don't want it...” She trailed off.

“No! No,” he said eagerly. “I'll do what you say just don't hurt me anymore.”

Now we're getting somewhere, she though. Of course, everything she was telling the boy was a lie. He was going to die horribly and painfully even if he did as she asked. She just wanted to encourage him so he'd do what she said to do before she killed him. She wanted to humiliate and degrade this little bastard before she killed him, and she knew that offering him the promise of life would encourage him to do exactly as she told him to do.

His cock was starting to get hard in her hand. Despite his fear and pain, he was still a teen boy. She knew that probably any touch from a woman would bring his member to life. She continued to stroke him as she talked.

“Now, if you're a good boy,” she said softly, using every word to manipulate him. “And if you do exactly as you're told, then I won't have to use this knife here to slice off this nice stiff cock of yours.” She waved the knife at him and squeezed his cock once just emphasize her points. “But you have to promise you'll do exactly as you're told no matter how disgusting it might be, because I'm not going to give you any second chances. The first time you resist me, I'll cut off Mr. Happy here and watch you bleed to death at my feet. Got it?”

The boy nodded, unable to speak. He was scared. He knew he had no choice but to do as she asked. It was the only way he'd live through this experience.

“Say ‘I promise to be a good boy' for me,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. She continued to massage his cock, tugging gently on the rope holding his balls at the same time.

He closed his eyes and whispered, “I promise to be a good boy.”

“Good,” she said and smiled. “And you promise to do as you're told no matter what?”

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I promise. Just please don't kill me.”

“Excellent,” she said gleefully. “Now, roll over and get on your hands and knees. You're going to crawl over to those dead boys over there and we'll begin having our fun.” She indicated the bodies of the three dead teens lying face-down on the cold tile floor.

The boy whimpered at the thought of having to be near a dead body, but he rolled over and got to his hands and knees and began to crawl toward the bodies as instructed. The snug rope on his neck and the aching in his balls reminded him that it was better to cooperate with her and live than it was to argue with her and die dickless. The boy approached the bodies, stopping just short of the feet of the middle body. The blonde woman watched his stiff cock swaying back and forth as he crawled like a dog for her.

“Good boy,” the blonde woman said, giving him a little playful slap on his ass. “Now, starting with that blonde boy on the left, mount up and show me what a stud you are.”

“You want me to fuck a dead body?” the boy stammered in disbelief. “You want me to fuck a dead boy ?” The sheer revulsion in his voice was enough to almost make the blonde woman cum in her panties.

She jerked sharply on the boy's balls and reminded him firmly, “You promised to do as you were told. Now, you do as I say or we can get this over with right now. Which is it going to be, stud?”

The boy sucked in a sharp breath as his already aching nuts were pulled sharply behind him again. He said to her, his voice barely a whisper, “I'll do it.”

“Good. Now, mount up, stud boy,” she said again, slapping him on the ass.

Holding back the revulsion and the tears, the boy crawled over the body of the blonde boy before him. The boy had been shot in the side of the head, and the way his head was turned the boy on top of him could see the small bullet hole. A wave of nausea passed over the boy and he retched, but didn't throw up. He couldn't imagine sticking his dick into any boy's ass, let along the ass of a dead boy's body. His cock was still hard, though. He could feel it throbbing between his legs. That damned woman had made him so stiff, he'd never get rid of the hard-on unless he actually came. That was one of the things he hated about himself. If his cock ever got hard, he would have to masturbate to orgasm or it simply would not go away. He sometimes had erections that lasted all through the school day. If his dick would simply go limp, he'd be spared this shame, but it wouldn't happen, he knew. He was going to have to fuck this dead boy in the ass.

“What are you waiting for, boy? Let's go!” the blonde woman commanded with another tug of the rope on his balls.

“I've never done this...” he started, but was cut short when she jerked the rope around his neck.

“I don't want your god damned life story, boy. I want your fucking dick in that boy's dead ass right fucking now!” she released the tension on the rope at his neck and nudged his aching dark purple nuts with the toe of her shoe, indicating the boy should get down to business right away.

Indignantly, the boy lowered his hips and used one hand to position his cock at the entrance of the dead boy's ass. The body was still really warm, as the boy had only been dead for an hour or so. The boy begin thrusting his hips in an effort to make his cock go into the dead boy's asshole. It wasn't happening, though. No matter how hard he pressed and pushed, his stiff dick wouldn't penetrate the boy's ass.

“It won't go in,” the boy said nervously.

“Then you'll need to lube up his ass, won't you?” the woman commented.

“I don't have any lube,” the boy said.

“Yes you do. You have spit, don't you?”

“You want me to spit on his asshole to make it wet?” the boy said. He'd honestly never even considered the possibility that spit could be used for lubricant.

“No. Actually, I want you to get down on your belly and eat his asshole out until your slobber is dribbling off his balls,” she said, her pussy again dripping into her panties at just simply speaking those words.

The boy swallowed hard, again trying not to throw up or cry. He knew he had to do it. He had no choice. She'd kill him otherwise. He crawled backwards on the tile floor until he was looking at the dead boy's ass. The dead boy was blonde, so his ass was hairless and pale. It almost looked like a girl's ass, really. Maybe he could get through this if he just closed his eyes and imagined he was just eating out a girls' asshole. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? He dropped to his belly, his stiff hot cock flattened between the cold tile of the room and his belly. He closed his eyes and put his tongue out and began to lightly lick ay the boy's crack.

“No,” the woman said in a somewhat annoyed tone of voice. “You need to get your tongue right on his asshole. Reach up with your hands and spread his cheeks apart and put your face right in there and french kiss his butt. I want you to stick your tongue right in it.”

The boy said nothing, but nodded. Keeping his eyes closed he reached up and parted the dead boy's ass cheeks. He put his face forward again and started searching with his tongue for the boy's asshole. His tongue slid down the boy's crack and to the hole. He could tell he'd found the hole, because he could feel the warmth of it and he could feel the pucker of the skin. He opened the dead boy's cheeks wider and pushed his face right against his ass. Using his tongue like a cock, he began french kissing the dead boy's asshole. He's swirled his tongue on the hole, he licked at it, and he pushed his tongue into the hole. He could taste the chlorine from the pool water and the shit taste of the boy's ass. He retched again, but kept from vomiting again. He had to do this, he kept telling himself. He had to do it or something much worse would happen to him.

This was almost too much for the woman to watch. She wanted desperately to snatch off her panties and start fucking her pussy with as many fingers as she could fit into it. She was burning up and she felt that of she didn't cum soon, she'd explode. Her feelings of desperation were only getting worse as the boy's tongue started making slurping sounds against the dead boy's asshole. It was almost too much to bear. She had to keep herself in check just to keep from shooting him in the head and rushing out of the building and into her car so she could fuck herself silly.

The boy felt he'd gotten the dead boy's ass wet enough. His chin was covered in his own spit and the lines of drool were indeed dribbling down the boys' asshole and balls. He didn't want to look, but he had to check to make sure he'd done enough to please the woman before he stopped.

He got back to his hands and knees and moved back over the dead boy's body. He lowered his hips again and guided his hard cock to the boy's asshole again. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the bullet hole in the boy's head. He pushed his hips forward and his cock slipped into the dead boy's tight and warm asshole. To his astonishment, the boy's ass felt good. It was warm and tight, but relaxed because of the relaxing effect of death on the muscles. He pushed his cock all the way into the dead boy's ass, feeling the warmth enveloping his cock. He let out a soft moan as his cock buried itself in the dead boy's ass. His eyes snapped open and he let out an audible gasp of disbelief. He couldn't fathom that he was enjoying this disgusting thing.

The woman heard the moan and the gasp of disbelief, too. This was too good. The boy was enjoying fucking this dead body. How degrading must that be for him. She had to push him further to heighten the degradation.

“Oh you like that dead ass, boy?” she chided tugging at his balls. “You like fucking that dead boy in his ass don't you, faggot?”

The boy kept his eyes closed and his head lowered, but kept his hips moving. He felt the warm sheath of the dead boy's ass covering his cock, stroking him every time he moved his hips. His mind was in turmoil. He liked the way it felt, but he was disgusted by what he was doing.

The woman put her shoe on the boy's ass and pushed his hips down harder, burying his cock all the way in the dead boy's asshole. She would let him pull his hips up and then she would push them back down with her shoe. Although, the boy couldn't see it, the woman saw the expanding puddle of piss coming from under the dead boy's body. As she pushed the boy's hips down, the dead boy's bladder, unhindered by muscular contraction, would empty onto the floor.

In a few moments, she pulled the boy off of the dead boy. She watched as his hard reddened cock slipped out of the dead boy's relaxed asshole. She didn't want the boy to cum, but she did want him to amuse her until he died. She guided him to the next boy's body and told him to fuck that one, too.

The boy actually knew who this boy had been. They'd been friends in school and were both on the wrestling team and the football team together. He actually began to cry as he ate out this boy's asshole. He couldn't get it out of his head that he was doing this to one of his best friends. It didn't help that his friend's asshole was hairy and smelled deeply of shit. The boy had to pull his face away and spit several time in order to keep himself from throwing up all over the room. The woman wouldn't give him the time to fully recover, though. She'd just pull on the rope at his neck and guide his face back to the boy's ass and then shove him forward with her shoe until he started licking again. After a few moments, this boy's ass, too, was slick with spit.

The boy obediently mounted his friend and slid his dick into the boy's ass. This was a different feeling, though. Not just emotionally, but physically, too. The hairy ass was a constant reminder that he was fucking a boy. Plus, his friend's ass was hard and muscular, unlike the first boy's ass had been. He joylessly fucked his friend's asshole and silently wept as he did so. He prayed the woman would pull him off of this body sooner than the one before, but she didn't. She could tell he was struggling to perform with this body for some reason, so she made him go twice as long with this body as she'd made him go with the previous body. The boy didn't seem to be having any fun, which was fine with her. She didn't care one way or the other. It also seemed the boy wasn't in any danger of cumming while he fucked this boy's ass. So she let him go longer just to deepen his degradation.

After awhile, though, she began to bore with this and she pulled him off the second dead body and guided him to the third. He ate out this boy's dead ass, too, and then mounted and fucked this body. She watched as he dipped his cock into the boy's asshole. She watched his cock slipping in and out of the dead boy's ass. This was still making her fucking amazingly hot, and she couldn't wait to have a good cum.

She couldn't wait any longer. She had to get rid of him and go finger-fuck herself until she collapsed. She pulled the boy off the last body. His cock was flicking with each beat of his heart. He had been very close to cumming, despite himself. That was good, She wanted him frustrated when she killed him. Fuck him. If he'd been a good boy, he'd fucking well be alive in ten minutes, wouldn't her? She felt the anger rising in herself again. She'd had enough fun with this arrogant little piece of shit. Now it was time for her ultimate fun. He was going to die painfully, and she was going to enjoy watching his lights go out. Fucking little prick asshole.

She ordered him to roll over on his back and lie flat and spread his legs. As soon as he did as she commanded, she pulled the rope on his nuts tight, jerking them several inches away from his body. The boy screamed as his testicles were stretched to intensely painful limits. She stomped down on his balls with her shoe, putting her full weight on his balls. He sat up and cried out in a high-pitched whining voice that was only capable of being made by a boy having extreme nut pain. The woman grinned evilly. This was the best part.

Standing fully on his bloodless nuts, she pushed him back to the floor with her other foot. She had one foot on his balls and the other foot on his chest. She released the rope attached to his balls. She didn't need it anymore. She wrapped the rope connected to his neck around her hand several times and then pulled the rope tight. The knot slid closed around his throat, immediately cutting off the flow of blood and oxygen to his brain. She held him down and continued to pull the rope tight as he struggled, his face turning bright red. He clawed at the rope, trying to pull it away from his neck so he could take a breath and get the blood flowing back into his brain. The more he struggled, the tighter she pulled the rope. The strands of the thin rope had sunk into his neck, not cutting him, but shutting off his windpipe entirely. As the boy's face turned to a bright purple, he still futilely tried to claw at the rope, but he was losing the battle. In moments, his hands dropped to his sides and his eyes began to bulge in their sockets. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for breath out of water.

The woman's face was a mask of evil and hate and effort as she watched the boy's eyes roll back into his head. She held the rope tight for another couple of minutes until she was absolutely sure he was dead. When she knew he was dead, she let go of the rope and sheathed her knife. She stalked out of the building, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. It didn't matter anyway. By the time anyone discovered the mess, she'd be long gone.

She crossed the parking lot to her car, opened the door and seated herself in the back seat. She ordered her driver to take her to the airport. She would be back at the Estate by morning, and the next day she'd have more fun to watch.

As the car pulled away from the swimming facility, the woman in the back seat frantically pulled off her panties. She masturbated the entire way to the airport, cumming in several loud orgasms. When she reached the airport, she pocketed her panties, knowing she'd still be finger-fucking herself in the first class bathroom through most of the flight back to the Estate.

The woman and her driver entered the airport. Her job here was finished.

The following day, the local newspaper called the slaughter at the Municipal Swimming Facility the worse mass murder in the history of the state. Also noted were the mysterious disappearances of over 400 local residents between the ages of twelve and fifty. The two incidents, the police investigation revealed, seemed to be related. Reports indicated that virtually all of the missing residents had either told their friends or family that they were going to the pool that day, or they had last been seen at the pool by friends.