Target Practice

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       I pushed her face towards me, from the back of her head, and locked onto her soft lips. She was scared and trembling but she kissed pretty good and didn't even flinch went my hands slid down to grip onto her two ass cheeks. I pulled her crotch towards me harder and ground against her. Now I was harder that a bat and she figured I'd shove it into her. I gave her a cunt bash with my crotch and then let go completely. She was wobbly but managed to stay upright.

       'Uhmm. You're so fucking nice. Can you stand now?'

       'I think so. It hurts, but I think so. I can.'

       I put my arm around her from the side and guided her about four feet until she was in front of the toilet.

       'Are you going to finish it?' She asked.

       'What?'

       'What you were just doing to me. Aren't you going to fuck me?'

       I smacked her cheek and gave her another long soft kiss and then knelt down right in front of her. Her cunt was right at my mouth level. She started to whimper just a little and pulled her crotch ever so slightly away from my face.

       'What, you don't want a helping hand? How about a helping finger?'

       'Please, oh please no. Don't. Let me go by myself. Please I don't want you to do this.'

       'So much for wanting to make it up to me then.'

       'No. No. But yes. But not this. Not this way. It's humiliating and undignified.'

       'What? What? I'm just going to drop your drawers so you can go. What's undignified about that?'

       'You know. You know it is. And it's horrid control. That's why you're doing it, isn't it? Because you know it is?'

       'Fuck you. Fuck you to Hell. Shut up and stand still.'

       I positioned my hands on both her hips and squared her so that she was facing me directly. My tongue was so at her cunt level.

       I gazed squarely into her twat through her transparent panties. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Cunt deja-view.

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       'God have mercy, you've got one of the finest vaginas I've ever seen. Fuck. Fuck. You ever heard that before? What do men say when they're fucking you?'

       She didn't answer.

       'What do they say? This is some of the choicest cunt meat there is, and I've seen, I've had a lot. So fucking neat and clean. Fuck you're barely bigger than an adolescent girl. Uh. Uhh. Fuck. Shit and fuck. I can't believe my good fortune. So what do they say when they first see you or penetrate you?'

       'Stop it. Just, just stop it. They don't say anything. They're not that rude or crude or disgusting and if they were I wouldn't let them. I wouldn't stay with them even for one night.'

       'But you're going to stay with me, aren't you? To make it up to me?'

       'I don't have any choice. What choice do I have?'

       'Just so I get it straight, just so it's crystal clear, this is your idea of making it up to me then? This is how you make amends by saying you have no choice? No say in the matter?'

       She seemed to sense it was a pivotal moment.

       'Very well. OK. Yes you're right. I'll try harder. I'll try better now.'

       She stiffened herself and sucked in a deep breath.

       'Good, that's settled then.' I said.

       I hooked my fingers into the top of her panties at the waistband and began to draw them down. She held rigid, ram straight. They were down over her hips about to clear her crotch. I looked up and her tits were jiggling and she was about to cry. Even with her arms tied behind her back she hunched her shoulders forward so her tits hung like special pendants.

       'Knock it off. Stop acting like a baby.'

       I drew them down further to clear her crotch and then got them right down to the top of her knees where she was still tied up. I could smell and see her inner thighs trembling. I could see I didn't have to have her legs tied off above the knees anymore and, in fact, it would be an impediment to my enjoyment.

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       'Hold it a second.' I said. 'I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle. Not a fucking hair.'

       I returned with a sharp knife and cut the nylon cord and slid her bunched up panties right down to her ankles.

       'Fuck that was sweet. Fuck. I think I'll do it again.'

       I pulled them all the way back up and even further so they were pulled tight right into her crease. I kissed her separated slit and got up and kissed her scared mouth.

       Now it was time for the really good stuff and she knew it.

       'So? So what have you got to say now?'

       She played mute and she hated being played with.

       'What no begging. No, please don't's. Oh please don't. Come on, say something. When I pull them down this time, I'm going to, I'm about to explore your cunt.'

       'You bastard. You've already done that. You can already see me. You're being stupid since you already said how beautiful I was.'

       She thought she had a point there, but she didn't.

       'Yeah, but not inside bitch. I want to see your cervix.'

       'You're impossible. It's impossible.'

       'Wanna bet? And you think you're a smart ass, don't you?'

       'What? Why?'

       'You think inspecting your cunt through your panties is the same as having them off? Like you might as well not have them on?'

       'But you already had them down and pulled them back up. Just to prolong it. Just to torment me more. Isn't that right?'

       'You answer my question.' I said.

       'Yes. Yes that's right. I think you could see just as well. Is that what you want to hear?'

       'If that's so, why wear them at all. Why put them on in the first place?'

       'Because it's sanitary and it's just feminine and civilized.'

       'And you never expected a pervert to be staring into your twat?'

       'Stop it. Just get on with it. And stop tormenting me.'

       'I don't torment. I torture.'

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       'You're disgusting.'

       'Yeah, and I love it. I'm in no rush, in case you couldn't tell. In fact I've been meaning to have a really good look at your tits, like inspect them up close.'

       She jerked back to get her chest away.

       'Don't. I have to go. Please.'

       'So fucking hold it while I check out your nipples.'

       She was starting to sense how miserable and unfeeling and vicious I could be and was starting to realize she might have to fight back again. No matter the risk or potential harm to her, she might have to. All of which was just such a plus for me. I much preferred them fighting than acquiescent because then they still had hope. When they stopped fighting, they were just limp fuck holes or good for twenty-two target practice. Like shooting a tit right off with forty bullets, a bit of the flesh at a time. That's how I saw it anyway.

       I stood up to look her right in the eyes and kissed her cheeks and then her mouth softy. I really liked kissing her gently. Her lips were pliant and moist, just like her other ones were too.

       I put my index finger right to her mouth and pressed.

       'Open up.'

       Her lips parted and I pressed onto her perfect pearl white teeth.

       'Open up.' I said again.

       Slowly she did and I ran my finger around inside her mouth. I withdrew it, licked it off and kissed her again.

       'Time's up, sweetheart. It's time.'

       I knelt down in front of her hips again.

       'God damn it. Fuck. I never. I can hardly take them down again and leave them down. You're too fucking beautiful to be naked in front of a pervert, a mutilating maniac.'

       'Oh. Oh no. no.'

       'Shit. I gotta go back to your tits or I'll explode.'

       She didn't have tits. She had pieces of meat sent from Heaven. God was she spectacular. She wasn't large but was exquisitely formed and she just hung there slightly, so ripe for the taking. She actually had enough cleavage that a pencil shoved up under the underside of her tit, under her cleft, would stay in place. The pencil test they use about bra cup size. This was important for hanging a woman, suspending her off the ground just by her breasts because that's where the cord had to bind and cut in to support her full body weight.

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       Now, of all things, the phone rang and it was a call I needed to take. I was setting another cunt up to be done and was enquiring about the schedule for her travelling seminars. It would be at least six months before I went for her so felt quite safe taking the call and as it turned out she was going to be within a three hour's drive from where I was for at least five days.        

       That was just great, how perfect I thought, but the call sure broke my rhythm in the bathroom. But on the plus, I was quite excited at the prospect of my next adventure and was pretty sure this one wouldn't still be alive by then. But then again, the longest I'd kept one alive was eight months before I was growing tired of her and was thinking I needed fresh entertainment. It's just that she was so beautiful, so perfect even without her nipples, I couldn't bring myself to snuff her and she managed to hang herself to escape my clutches. I left her hanging where I found her while I fucked her dead and then butchered what was left of her cunt. They barely bleed when they're dead, since the heart's not pumping, so it wasn't messy at all and I could make precise cuts since I could see better where I was slicing. Still and all, I much prefer cutting them there when they're alive and writhing.

       I wanted to go back to her tits, to really do the examination but wanted to play like it was the very first time again. I loved making them undress and re-dress and then undress again. I retrieved her chiffon blouse and went back in and presented it to her.

       'What's this for?' She asked.

       'I want you to put it on again. I like how your tits looked in it and I want to take it off you again, like from scratch.'

       'You're sick and stupid and childish. You've already had me do that.'

       'No matter. I'm going to undo your wrists and you put it back on.'

       I picked up the knife I'd used to cut her leg tie.

       'If you try anything again, I'll shove this so far up your cunt it'll come out your belly. You understand?'

       She nodded yes and I cut the cord behind her. She quickly put the blouse on.

       'Do the buttons up.' I ordered her.

       She did, more like fumbling, and when she was done I tied her hands off again behind her back.

       'Excellent. Just excellent. Isn't that spectacular? Look how your blouse hangs off your chest. Fucking just great.'

       'But you already saw me, like naked, so what's the big deal?'

       'It's more erotic this way. Plus I get to undress you all over again.'

       'You're a jerk. And I'm sure you jerk off a lot.'

       'Fuck you.' I said as I undid the first top button. My hands were actually trembling anew and I almost couldn't breath. I was so set to explode inside and my crotch was more on fire. I felt like I was seeping a bit of cum. My fingers fumbled too, but of course, succeeded.

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       I tackled the next button which was just above her valley. As I moved the fabric it pulled across her nipples which were becoming even harder. The more the fabric caressed her the more she erected until she was like a pair of small stones.

       'You like that. Don't you?'

       She wouldn't answer.

       'That's why you're so hard. Look at them. Like little pebbles.'

       She wouldn't look down.

       I grabbed onto her hair and forced her face forward so she had to peer down.

       'See them. Hard little buds? Having erections. So? So?'

       'What's.. So? So what?'

       'So if you're not enjoying it, why?'

       'You're not that stupid. You know why.'

       'Thanks for the complement, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me why.'

       'Because the fabric, as you're undoing my blouse it's caressing them and stimulating me, them. That's why and you knew it. You know it.'

       'So they have a mind of their own then, do they?'

       'It's an involuntary response and has nothing to do with being sexual, with being aroused. It's not sexual pleasure.'

       'But it still feels good, doesn't it?'

       'I don't know. I'm too scared to know now.'

       'Of what I might do to you now, or what I might be going to do to you? Maybe even to them?'

       'I'm supposed to be going to the bathroom. What's this all about?'

       'Oh yeah, I got distracted. I forgot.'

       I undid the last button and opened her blouse and pushed it back down her arms to where her wrists were tied off.  While her bra was thicker, it still showed her contours perfectly and, of course, had her two enlarged nipple bumps pretty well in the center of each cup. I could have bit them off through the fabric even.

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       'I guess there's no need to take it off right now. I've already seen what's waiting for me. I just like when it's hidden, like protected. And I bet you like it better that way too, don't you? When you're covered up? But sometimes, maybe, you like to show it off too?'

       'Just let me go, please.'

       'You always dress like that. I'm sure you have other brassieres. Some that don't leave anything to the imagination, like see through.'

       'No. No. Yes, I suppose I do.'

       'When do you wear them? When you're feeling sexier? When you want to be fucked?'

       'No. I don't know. Just when I do, I do.'

       'Too bad you didn't have one on now, and I wouldn't have to cut this one off you.'

       'God stop it. Please. I don't know. I don't wish anything except you'd get on with it and let me pee.'

       'Very, very well. It's about time.' I said.

       She looked relieved as she was about to relieve herself and went to sit on the throne.

       'Hold it. Not quite yet. One last little detail.'

       'Oh God. What's wrong with you. Is there no end to it with you.'

       I knelt down in front of her hips again, like an alter boy. I loved praying to her cunt. Entreating it to deliver my wants.

       'God damn it. Fuck. I never. Fuck. I can hardly take them down again. You're too fucking beautiful to be naked in front of a mutilating pervert. Oh shit, I said that before, didn't I.'

       That was the second time she'd heard that delightful word come out of my lips directed at her lips.

       'Mutilating? Mutilating. Oh God no. What? What'd you say it for? Oh God, what's wrong with you? You wouldn't. Why? Oh why?'

       I picked up the knife which had a four inch blade. I drew the point up her leg from her knee leaving just a slight scratch. Now her breath came in gasps, and she was almost panting and passing out from the fear and anticipation. I put the knife tip down to her other knee and started up her other leg but more to the inside fleshy part of her thigh. I stopped one inch below her cunt, just a breath away from her silky bush. I wanted to shave her at some point, but for now she was just fine for me. I figured I could get her to do some of it herself (shaving, that is) and then I'd lend my helping fingers. And hopefully she'd live long enough for it to grow back so I could do it over, and possibly over again.

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       I stood up with the knife and surprised even myself.

       I cut her bra open.

       I pushed the knife into one cup and made a three inch slit. Then I made another one about the same length an inch away, parallel to the first. Then I slit the newly formed strip near the top and the fabric dropped down and lo and behold the opening framed her perfect nipple perfectly. She was still hard.

       I put the knife under her chin and kissed her. I drew down her throat to the top of her valley. I put my other hand to the side of her face.

       'You ready?'

       'No. Ready for what?'

       'I want to stick you nipple.'

       'Oh God no. No. Don't hurt me. No, don't cut me. Please, oh please don't. You don't have to.'

       'For Christ's sake, calm down. I didn't say I wanted to cut it off. I said I want to stick it. There's a big fucking difference. You know.'

       'But it'll hurt, just like...It'll hurt, so please don't. You don't have to, I told you.'

       'Yeah but I want to and I want you to tell me to.'

       'No, you're crazy. Why would I do that?'

       'Because if you don't, I'll go both ways, both sides. First one and then the other.'

       That, of course, was the downside of a woman having two tits when she was being tortured. If she didn't agree to have something vicious done to one of them, the threat (the treat for me) would always be to do it to two of them. God, God made them perfect.

       'You bastard. You evil demented bastard. OK. OK. Then yes do it if you have to, to satisfy your depraved needs.'

       'Good for you. Splendid. Just splendid.'

       I pressed the knife tip through the hole I'd cut, to the bottom most part and pressed harder into the softer under flesh and drew upwards aimed for my target. It made a scratch but didn't cut. I  drew to the edge of her areola and held the tip firmly planted pushing against her under rib bone. Now there was a slight red trickle.

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       'You really don't want me to do this, do you?'

       'No, of course not. You know full well I don't, so please don't.'

       'Would you rather I cut your cunt instead?'

       'Oh God. For the holy love of God. How can it always be worse with you?'

       'I don't know. I guess I work at it. Lots of practice. So now you have a new choice to make, as I see it.'

       'No I don't. No you're? What?'

       'You ask me to either stick your nipple, twice, or I cut your cunt. You ask me now.'

       I was moving my other hand up to cup her breast because I knew what she was going to say. I took the softest hold of her mound and pinched lightly between my fingers and thumb.

       'You'd think I knew what you're going to chose, wouldn't you?'

       She wanted to defy me. With every ounce of her being she wanted to surprise me, to regain some say and control but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. To select her cunt instead.

       'You bastard. Yes. OK. Stick my breast twice.'

       'Not your tit, your nipple. And I told you to call them tits, not breasts. Breasts are for babies, for nurturing. Tits are for torturing and cutting off. There's a difference, you know.'

       ' Oh God, you're so sick, but OK. OK. Stick my nipple twice.'

       I pinched harder forcing her nipple forward and drew the knife point across the crinkles of her areola right to the base of her bud. I pressed up into it at the side and she winced and clamped her eyes shut.

       'Uh, uh, look down. I want you to watch. I want you to see the point go in.'

       Slowly she viewed her tit's predicament.

       I drew the tip from her nipple base right to the center. She was naturally slightly indented (but not inverted). I pressed hard into the tiny center hole but didn't pierce yet, didn't break any skin. She was super hard like a small grape. I was slowly squeezing and releasing her with my free hand and each time pinched a little harder. That was hurting her too and her winces matched my pinches.

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       It must have been three or four minutes but it seemed like an eternity of pleasure and I finally said, 'Now. Tell me now'.

       She knew she wasn't going to avoid it so didn't hesitate.

       'OK. Now. Do it now.'

       'Keep looking down.' I said fast as I squeezed her out really hard and shoved the tip in about a quarter inch, right down the center. She spurted and howled. I left the knife tip in her for a few seconds and then gave it a quarter turn and pulled it out.

       She howled even better.

       'My God. Why'd you do that? Why did you have to twist it in me?'

       'To be plenty sure you felt it, but more importantly, because I could. And I love it.'

       'You're more evil than the Devil. You are the Devil and I hate you. You're so fucking evil.'

       'Hey, look on the bright side. At least you didn't get it in your clitoris or cervix. At  least I didn't slice your labia' I paused for effect, 'off.'

       She blanched and the fear showed clearly in her face. The thing was, now she thought I could do it too, the eviler things to her most private parts. The seat and the heart of her femininity. While her tits made her female, her cunt made her a woman and now she had little doubt I was attacking the woman, that's what I wanted to eradicate.

       'OK. So, I still have another cut to make.'

       She was bleeding just a little and I took her into my mouth and suckled all the blood off. I bit a bit too and she squealed.

       I squeezed her hard again and directed the knife tip to her nipple at the base. This time I pushed in and sawed. I cut half way through the diameter of her bud. I so easily could have kept on going and sliced it right off, but I stopped myself. Now she bled quite a bit more and all the nerve connections were severed on one side.

       She swooned, sort of swayed and passed out.

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       I pushed her back against the toilet tank and even though somewhat slumped, she sat pretty much upright, but laid back a bit. Her wounded tit hung forward, dripping and bleeding. I could see she wasn't going to stop any time soon, and rather than cauterize her wound with my soldering iron, like I had so many times before on other victims, I went for a different approach.

       I got a tube of  surgical sealant, for wound closures (off the internet) that was like Crazy Glue, like super glue, the kind that sticks instantly upon contact, designed especially for human skin. I used paper towel to dry the flow and in an instant shot a good squirt of the glue into her slice. It did the trick. It'd glued her nipple back into place, but it was slightly mis-aligned so it looked a little off but spectacular. From another angle, it didn't even look like it'd been cut. The bleeding stopped too. Now, I was quite pleased with my skills as a surgeon.

       She came too in about five minutes and cried for real. I comforted her and stroked her face and kissed her tears away. I licked them too and loved the salty taste and the smell of her trauma.

       'Your nipple will be OK. I glued it back into place. I glued the slice closed. I didn't get it quite right, but it'll have to do unless you want me to slice it again.'

       'I hate you. I hate you. How could you? Please, just leave me alone. It hurts so much. Oh, please.'

       'Look saliva has a natural anesthetic. Would it be Ok if I suckle you? It could help ease the pain.'

       'No. No. God. No.'

       'I think you need it. I think I need to.'

       'Stop it. For shit sake, stop it.'

       'I suckle, or I cut the other one, clean off.'

       She was extra angry and took hold of her wounded breast and held it out towards me.

       'Nothing like an invitation. That's better.'

       I mouthed her, and tongued all around her, and could feel the slight irregularity of her bud now. Besides my sloppy repair job, it must have still bled a little inside after I glued her and it bulged out a bit to the side. The thing was, she was only half erect. I'd sliced through the little muscles that provide a woman with a nipple erection, so they couldn't so their job any more. Now that was weird. A half erect nipple, but even more it was spectacular erotic.

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       I took my time with my mouth latched on to her and then popped off.

       It really was time for her to piss and I was starting to wonder how much she really had to go since when I'd sliced her nipple, either time, it didn't jolt her to leak. God, I would have thought she'd have crapped especially for the last part, or when I gave her the quarter turn. Maybe she needed a half turn. Maybe that would have done it, loosened her bladder. The blood that flowed out of her nipple had formed a sweet little rivulet down the lower part of her tit and stained her bra and even a bit had gotten down her belly almost to her button. What a spectacular, stimulating sight.

       'I guess I should lick this off too. I suppose it would have gotten all the way down to your cunt, if I'd left it a bit longer. Do you want me to? Like a vampire?'

       'I don't care. Do what you want to. I don't care anymore.'

       'But you should, you never know what it could lead to.'

       She didn't really get my meaning, but I knew I wasn't done with her nipple yet.

       She wasn't screaming enough.

       I started at the bottom and her blood, even though dried, tasted just the same. I knew the flavor well since I'd just tasted her wet and also I'd tasted lots of it before her, plenty right out of a bleeding cunt. I worked my tongue up to the bottom of her bra and cleaned her off. I pulled her bra up over her tit and worked my mouth to the slice line until I had her mound and then her nipple full in my mouth. Fuck, I wanted to bite it off or at least really bite into it. I moved my tongue all over it and closed my teeth down on each side. I let off my bite and moved a little bit closer to the end and bit in again, but a little harder. I moved my jaw back and forth slightly and made it go like my teeth were chattering and then sawing, all the while biting harder into her.

       I talked with my mouth full of her tit.

       'Should I? Should I bite off the tip?'

       'Oh God no, don't. Please, please don't.'

       She felt my other hand slide between her legs into the fabric of her panties' crotch.

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       She recoiled, but not a lot since I was biting a bit harder now, controlling her that much more and she was afraid I'd saw right through her bud.

       I brushed back and forth on her labia, through the fabric. I pinched one side ever so lightly and pressed the fabric slightly into her slit.

       She wanted to do something to deter me, but had no idea what. She knew a few more strokes and she'd get moist. She wanted to stay dry, and, of course, I knew why.

       Lubricated equals an invitation, or so she thought I'd take it.

       As if any of that mattered. Her cunt was finished anyway.

       Keeping the bite on her nipple, I fiddled on the outside of her panties for a couple of minutes and then slid my finger in under  the fabric through a leg hole. I just let my fingers rest at her split, right at the opening. I started to rub her lightly, like with a feather, but she felt it right to her core. She was about to be finger fucked but ever so gently. I slid up just a touch to find her clit. She was trembling full tilt by now and her crotch resisted.

       'You like that? Fuck, I like that. Even better than when I stuck my dick in you so we could eat together. You like this better?'

       'For God's sake, if you're going to...'

       'Do you like that?' I repeated.

       'No. No. Never. You're assaulting me again, so how could I? You're attacking me.'

       'But I'm not hurting you, am I? Not when I do it so gently. And you're getting harder, I can feel you getting bigger. All the blood rushing into your clit. Right? So you must like it. Right?'

       'You know I can't control it.'

       'Just like your nipples, then?'

       'Yes, you know it. The responses aren't sexual, they're involuntary. The body, any body reacts to certain stimuli, so don't...And don't take it to mean I like it. Make it out to be something it isn't, when you know full well...'

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       I slid my finger off her clit and pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles still holding her tit bud between my teeth. I gave a slightly harder bite and grind, but didn't crush into her flesh any more and then let go.

       I drifted downwards, and now my face was right in front of her slit.

       'I can't say this enough. I have never, in all my fucking years, seen a cunt I like better than yours. Your tits are fantastic but your cunt's out of this world.'

       She didn't respond and didn't appreciate my compliments about her twat.

       'You could at least thank me for all the compliments. You could do that, couldn't you? You never thank me for being so consistent with my praise.'

       'No. I won't. You're just being dirty and lascivious and I won't.'

       'I'll tell you what, you thank me or I'll cut it. I'll fucking cut it open and apart. You want a bunch of cunt pieces, laying on the floor, instead of what you've got?'

       'OK. Don't. OK. Thank you for complimenting how my vagina looks.'

       'And feels baby, don't forget how it feels. How it felt when my cock was in you and now too.'

       With that I slid my thumb right up into her. I pushed hard until I could feel the do-nut of her cervix. She wasn't very deep since her hips were so slight. She gasped in protest. I reached around with my other hand and grabbed her ass from behind, her behind from behind, and pushed up in harder. My thumb was fully buried in her to the hilt. I drew down and could feel her sponge. I pushed hard in again and squeezed the whole thing too. Then I clamped my hand closed like a claw, like a closed fist vise and stood up to look her in the eyes, pulling up on her crotch at the same time, to lift her up. She raised up onto her toes to try to decrease the invasive pressure, but not to much avail. I put my other hand full onto her injured breast and squeezed away. A tiny bit of blood escaped the glued slice seam.

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       'Who's in control now?' I asked.

       'You, you bastard. You are, of course. And that's what this is all about, isn't it? You don't have any control in your regular life so you compensate for it by doing things like this. You're pathetic and a loser and I know your type.'

       The one thing she didn't want to do, and she'd done it before, was call me a 'loser'.

       That always led to them losing some body parts, so they became the losers.

       'And I know your type. You're perfect for this.' I said, as I let go of her tit and let off the clamped grip on her cunt and slid my thumb about half way out of her canal and held it there.

       'So take your piss. Sit down on the toilet and relieve yourself.'

       'Thank you. Oh thanks.'

       She waited.

       'Take your leak.' I repeated.

       'Take your thumb out of me.'

       'No fucking way, you piss with it in you.'

       'What?'

       'You heard me.'

       'No, but no. I can't. You take your hand out so I can.'

       'My hand. Yeah, I should shove my whole hand inside you, and grab your cervix, but my thumb stays.'

       'This is nuts. Totally nuts. You're nuts, a sicko nut bar. I can't do that. I won't do it. It's far too degrading.'

       'Why can't you?'

       'I just can't and I won't. It's not done. Nobody does.'

       'Well you'll be the first then won't you?'

       'Like bloody Hell. Over my dead body.'

       'You think I can't arrange that.' I looked her square in the eye, in her outraged face.

       'I'll do it. I'll fucking kill you slowly if that's what it takes. Like it'll take you hours to die, in fucking agony, fucking screaming mutilated agony.'

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       She pretty well knew then, she was done for. She was a goner. No matter what she did it wouldn't be enough and she'd end up in an unmarked grave. And as much as this realization flashed through her consciousness, now she still had to try to appease me, so she slowly sat down with my thumb jammed up her. I knelt down at her knees, on my knees and ran my hand up to her other breast which was hanging forward which made it fuller. I pinched onto her uninjured nipple.

       'Now, here's the deal,' I said looking into her confused face. 'you piss when I say to start and you stop when I say to stop. Then you do it again, upon my commands.'

       'What? Why?'

       'You heard me.'

       'But, but once I start, if I can start with your thumb in me, I won't be able to stop.'

       'But you have to stop. Won't you?'

       'But I won't be able to.'

       'You can do anything you want. If you want to badly enough, like to keep your nipples. Then you could, couldn't you?'

       'No. But? Why?'

       'You do exactly as I say or I slice them both off, or I could bite them off, like chew them and then bite right through. That sound like fun to you?'

       She looked at me petrified and I knew this was going to be really interesting and stimulating. I settled down onto her, sort of laying across her lap with my upper body. I twisted my thumb in her so it felt just right. I could push her clit up against her pelvic bone and feel it squish out, like I was splitting it.

       'What I'll do, I'll do you a favor. I'll let you start when you're ready but then you stop and start when I say. Fair enough?'

       'You're inhuman and a fucking degenerate. You're not a human being. No human could have done this before, so don't do me any favors.'

       'OK. But I'll do you another favor. I won't blind you for now.'

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       'You wouldn't. No. No you wouldn't.'

       I didn't reply about her eyes.

       'Think about it. You don't start for the second time, when I say, then your nipples come off. So I think you want the favor. You should accept it in the spirit it's given.'

       She didn't say anymore and I could feel the muscles in her pelvis contracting. Both her cunt muscles and her bladder ones seemed involved. I pressed hard and could feel her urethra getting hotter and then a small squirt ran along my hand where it was up tight against her split. It ran down my wrist and dropped into the toilet with a small plinking sound. She was having trouble getting started and was trying to force herself to pee and it created the most fantastic, erotic muscle movements all about my thumb. I wanted her to do that, soon, with her cunt wrapped around my cock.

       'Do you want me to pull my thumb out a bit? You think that'd help?'

       'I don't know. Maybe. Yes, or pull it out all the way. Please, then I can go for sure. But I don't like you watching either.'

       'I'll tell you what. Tough titty. The thumb stays in but I'll pull it back a bit. Then again, I could take it out, if you really want.'

       'Yes. Yes I said.'

       'But then it gets replaced by a lit firecracker.'

       'No, never, you wouldn't.'

       'Oh yes I would, and I have.'

       'No. No, not ever. You didn't.'

       'Oh yeah, I blew a woman's cunt to kingdom come and then some.'

       She looked truly horrified, like how could anyone dare to do it? But then I wasn't just anyone and I strived to be the best at my craft and my calling.

       'So does the thumb stay?'

       She nodded 'yes' as she bit her lower lip hard.

       I pulled back a bit and as soon as I did, she started a stream which I let her do for about five seconds.

       'Stop, Stop now. Peeing.'

       Well she clamped shut like a steel trap shutting, snapping closed. She still dribbled but the stream was cut off.

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       'Fantastic. Fantastic cunt bitch. You're fucking fantastic.'

       I supposed she got the message I approved of her determination.

       I waited ten seconds before saying, 'Start'.

       And she did. She let off the muscle clamping and out came the stream again, right on cue and just as hard as before. That was promising, I thought. I'd get to do a few goes.

       Again after five seconds I said, 'Stop', while I looked into her eyes.

       She looked totally humiliated as she clamped it all shut again to stem the flow.

       'Oh shit. You're so fantastic. I love it. I just love it. I fucking love it. You know, there's not a time you're going to piss now that we're not going to do this. Fuck I just love it and I fucking love you. Let me feel those cunt muscles squeeze down. Squeeze, fucking squeeze harder. Come on cunt bitch, squeeze, fucking squeeze.'

       She gave it a super extra effort.

       'Now start again.'

       My hand was soaked with her urine but most of it ended up in the bowl and only a bit ran down her leg and after about five minutes of starts and stops, she was emptied.

       'Well all done?' I asked.

       She nodded.

       'Well that wasn't so bad? Was it?'

       'Maybe not for you.'

       'You're right there, for me it was great.'

       'Please take your thumb out of me now.'

       'Not quite so fast.'

       'What? What now?'

       'I want you to piss some more.'

       'No I can't. I'm empty. I've done it all.'

       'Sure you can. Just a little bit more, like a dribble.'

       She pushed and she grunted and all that happened was she had a shit, which was OK since it all went into the toilet bowl, but it sure stank.

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       'God damn, do you stink. I guess that's what it smells like when you're scared shitless.' I joked.

       'Please, let me wipe myself.'

       'I'm still waiting for you to piss some more.'

       'I can't. You see what happened when I tried. I just can't. You see?'

       'What I see are your nipples chopped off lying in a dish if you don't.'

       'No. No, please. Stop.'

       'Here, I'll help you decide then.' I shot up to her sliced nipple, latched on to it with my teeth and bit into her. She yelped and squirted some more piss.

       'There, just as I said. When the motivation's strong enough, when there's enough pain, you can do anything.'

       Now her bud was bleeding worse than the first time and the rivulet was fast down to her lap and then dripping onto the floor. I hadn't taken a chunk out, but might as well have, since her nipple was hanging like a flap. It would never heal unless I sewed it or I could just bite through the remaining part to finish the amputation. She was howling wildly and rocking back and forth on the toilet. Finally I extracted my thumb from her cunt. She looked so hurt and beaten and helpless. I wanted to cuddle and comfort her but she was just wailing and inconsolable.

       Why had I done this to her?

       Why had I injured her sweet nipple so badly?

       Why had she ended up here in my hands in the first place?

       She kept asking, like almost by rote or a chant.

       Because of what I'd just poked and bitten, and nobody knew it better than me, except possibly her.

       She stayed on the throne rocking like a child, sort of in a stupor or like in a trance. She mumbled and cried to herself and I just watched in glee at her misery. There was so much more I intended to do to her and this was really just the beginning.

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       I let her be for about twenty minutes and all the while her bit tit nipple was still oozing. I finally faced her, like all concerned.

       'I'd better attend to that. You're still bleeding.'

       'I know. It won't stop. It hurts. It hurts so much and it won't stop.'

       'That's why I better help you.'

       'Please help me by letting me go. You've done enough. Just let me go.'

       'I told you, I have to fix your nipple. We can't have it drooping, hanging by a thread of flesh, like that. Can we?'

       'How? But how?'

       'There's two choices really. I can cut the rest of it off or sew it back together. Which would you prefer?'

       'No. No, you're not a doctor. Take me to a doctor so it can be done right.'

       'Oh yeah, sure. In your dreams. How'd I explain that to the Doc. Oh, I just happened to slice her nipple off while we were having rough sex. I suppose he'd assume it was rough. And I'm sure you'd keep quiet too, and not say a word about how it happened. In your fucking dreams stupid bitch.'

       'I need a doctor.'

       'What you need is a savior. Someone to save you from what's ahead for you. You need a fucking cop more than a doctor. And I told you the choices.'

       I stepped towards her and she recoiled back away. I took hold of her hair at the top and pulled her unceremoniously off the seat and she flopped onto the floor. She was sort of face down and I put my foot on her neck and stood down.

       'Hold still. You fucking hold still. You wanted to wipe your ass, so I'll do it for you.'

       Her head was twisted to the side but her butt was a bit raised. I reached over and reeled off about three feet of toilet paper. I spun around and sat on her upper legs at the back and she tried to twist away. I placed my hand on her lower back and hammer punched her, a fast brutal jab, almost about her kidneys. She stopped twisting but started crying for real again. I parted her sweet cheeks and there was really nothing to wipe. She'd had a clean dump and I barely needed any toiled paper at all, let alone a yard of it. I loved how her sphincter puckered as I wiped across it and, of course, I couldn't resist sliding my index finger up her anus. I pressed down on her ass cheek and pulled up on her sphinc and now she howled even better.

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       My prick was as hard as a spear and there was really only one place for it to go. I hoisted her up over the bathtub edge so her upper body was jammed and crumpled into the tub. I pried her cheeks apart, got my pecker out and lanced her good. I made it last about fifteen minutes and then gave her the spunk juice. I stayed in her and reached down and forward and twisted her one arm way up which pulled her other wrist along with it. It forced her injured tit around to the side and I could just reach it with my mouth. My teeth solved her nipple problem and I kept the whole thing I'd bitten off in my mouth so I could keep it for later as a souvenir.        

       She'd passed out as to be expected.

       I stood up proudly and just looked at her. Fuck was she ever a beautiful mess. She was like a perfect broken, shattered mannequin but, of course, she was still breathing.

       I took hold of her ankle, bending and pulling her, dragging her over the edge of the tub, onto the floor and turned her onto her back. There it was again. The most beautiful cunt I'd ever seen and I'd really only finger fucked it. I didn't count standing there penetrating her while we ate as fucking since I didn't do any continuous thrusting. I supposed she probably thought differently about it and figured she'd already been raped. Not by my standards, no, she hadn't been but that was immanently about to change. I figured she'd stay unconscious for a while, so I cut the line securing her legs and spread then wide. Her labia parted just the slightest bit and I could see a hint of her inner pink and the nub of her clit.

       Fuck I wanted to rupture her.

       She didn't deserve to have a cunt like that, at least not to keep it. I laid my head, my face along her belly and kissed her tummy. I slid down and kissed the top of her fuzz. I slid down and gave her a soft, small lips a vaginal kiss. Then I sat back and just looked down on her defenceless crotch. A perfect helpless vagina was just inches from my vicious, mutilating fantasies. Talk about a dream cum true.        

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       Fuck I wanted to rupture her.

       I squeezed both sides of her labia with both my hands and pried inside her to force her clit out. She wasn't awake at all.

       I flicked it with my finger, like you would to get rid of an unwanted bug. It made a small thud sound, like a little wump.

       I got it between my two thumbs and pushed her way out and then forced it upwards. I could have hacked it off with an axe, it was so far distended. I pinched on to her as hard as I could, and stood up, and pulled to see if I could lift her up by it. Pull her ass up off the floor just by her clit. It was too slippery and slid out of my pincer grip. But I had lifted her a bit and was quite thrilled by how her ass settled back onto the floor again.

       Fuck I wanted to rupture her.

       I got around and sat on her tits, facing her twat. I ran my hands up and down her long legs and finally stretched out long on top of her body. My cock was to her chest, and I ground a bit across her tits with my boner. I had to cut it short or I was going to grease her nipples. I buried my face in her slit, still inverted on top of her. I really couldn't hold it any longer. I was ready to spunk right into the air, like a squirt gun.

       Fuck it was time to rupture her.

       I moved into the normal fucking position and cupped her vagina with both hands. I kissed her ever so lightly and then drew my fist back. On the count of ten. I told myself. I destroy the bitch on the count of ten.

       'One, two, three..'

       Her cunt was still whole.

       'Four, five..'

       I didn't have to do it. I wanted to, but I didn't have to.

       'Six, seven, eight..'

       She was coming too, moaning a bit first.

       'Nine and ten.'

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       I drove her, full bore, square into her V at about the middle. I didn't pull my punch. My fist was like a hammer and I knew I'd crushed her clit. She must have just regained consciousness as I connected, because she let out with the most piercing  short yelp and then passed out cold again. I spread her labia a bit to one side and punched her once more for good measure and then mounted her and properly raped her. Her laying there unconscious with a ruptured vagina, I took my sweet time and wasn't particularly mean about how I ground inside her. I could always be meaner later.  After I'd spunked her, the only thing left for me to deal with, right now, was her bleeding areola, where her nipple had been.

       I wanted her awake for that.

       I gathered her up and carried her back to her cell to the awaiting steel framed bed. I laid her on her back and tied her off tightly spread eagled, of course, facing up naked. Her cunt was bleeding now too. When I first stepped away and saw her like that, how injured she was, the vision of it, it was all I could do from really trashing her. I would like to have taken a hammer to her pelvic bone, to her cunt bone and smashed it, like fractured it in ten pieces.

       I had to get away or I was going to kill her. I took a good shot of the ninety proof whisky I had and it calmed me and I resisted.

       I had some smelling salts to bring her too and laid along side her, as she regained awareness. I was nude and my pecker had sprung right back up hard. Fuck was she in for a ride.

       She just started to mewl, like a baby kitten wanting it's mother's teat. She must have said 'Oh God' a hundred times and as I ran my hands over her splayed body she barely seemed to notice. She'd almost gone catatonic and it was time to bring her out of it, or drive her completely around the bend, like fully insane. I fingered her spread pussy and gave her ruptured clit a gentle kiss. She shrieked at the slightest pressure so I knew most of its blood vessels were broken. I moved up to her good tit and cupped it and gently suckled her. Now it was time to deal with the other one.

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       She was more coherent now but still crying.

       I got up all special excited again. This was truly one of my favorite pastimes. I retrieved my plumber's butane torch with the copper soldering tip attached. I put it and some matches on a small table beside the bed where she could see them well.

       I sat down beside her and touched her face softly and told her, 'We have to deal with your bleeding nipple. I want to stop it.'

       She didn't revert to a catatonic state again. She came back to full awareness and consciousness. Her senses were never sharper, but her crotch was numb from the overwhelming pain.

       'Oh my God. What are you going to do with that? Are you going to burn me? Is that what you're up to? What you meant by fixing it?'

       'Yeah, cauterize it. You know seal off the blood vessels so they stop bleeding.'

       'Oh my God. No. No. No. You can't. You cannot do this too.'

       'Well you tell me a better way to stop the bleeding when this is missing from your tit.'

       I showed her her severed nipple. I had it in a small glass jar.

       She mewled again.

       'How could you do that? How? Why? It's mine. It belonged to me and now you have it. Why? Why? Oh God, how could you let this happen to me?'

       'God had nothing to do with it, I can assure you. Maybe the Devil. The Devil made me do it.' I joked.

       'There is no Devil except you.'

       'So tell me a better way to stop the bleeding.'

       She fell silent because knew there was no better way.

       'OK, then. The torch it is.'

       I lit it and it was a roar in her brain.

       While it was heating up, I slid down to sniff her cunt and ran my tongue along her labia. I shot my tongue in and out of her while I let the torch heat up for five minutes. Then I figured it was hot enough. She'd shrieked at the mere touch of my tongue to her clit so I figured maybe I should cauterize it too, to reduce the swelling. Besides there's nothing like the feel of a brittle, fried clit scratching against one's knob and shaft during thrusting.

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       Her missing nipple was a pretty big wound area so I needed to be sure the torch was hot enough. I took a three inch spiral finishing nail and jabbed it into her tit about an inch from her areola. I yanked it out, and applied the torch to the bubble of blood that had instantly appeared. It sizzled brown and then black and in a moment there was no more bleeding. Just a nice little crust, like a scab only better.

       She couldn't believe I'd test the torch temperature this way. I punctured her as if her flesh didn't matter. As if the pain I caused her didn't matter a wit.  But it all happened so fast, and was so unexpected, she had no time to really think about it.

       'I guess it'll work now. I think it's hot enough. But I'm telling you, it's going to fucking hurt. All your nipple nerve endings are, they're cut and exposed now, like raw, so it'll hurt like fucking Hell. Like nothing you've ever felt before.'

       But now she had time to think about what was coming.

       'Please. Please. Please, listen. Please and stop. I'm a person. Look at me. Look. You look at me. I'm a human being.'

       'So what?'        

       'So look at me. You can't hurt me this way. You can't burn me. Please, oh please, don't burn me again.'

       I glared at her with scorn.

       'You know you just don't get it, do you?'

       'No. How? What now?'

       'Burn you? I'm just going to burn you for no reason? I'm going to fix your nipple, or at least where it was. I'm going to help you. But you just don't appreciate my constraint.'

       'Your constraint. You're holding back? You say? I don't think so. I think you just can't wait to rape me, like mean.'

       How could she not know I'd cunt raped her?

       'I already fucked you while you were unconscious. In the ass too and you were pretty good. In fact you were fantastic.'

       'No. No you didn't.'

       'Yeah, for sure. What I really want to do is shove this into your cunt. Why do you think you're so sore? I didn't just rape you. I punched you, I smashed my fist into your labia and I mean hard. I actually slugged you twice. And I'm pretty sure your clit's ruptured so I should cauterize it too. So how's them apples?'

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       'Oh my God. No. No. You didn't. But you'd destroy me as a woman. No. No, you wouldn't do that. You wouldn't be able to have sex with me then. And you do want to do that. Don't you? Like the regular way?'

       'I'll still be able to rape you.'

       She looked like she didn't believe any of it, like it hadn't happened and she'd know if it had. But the thing was she was in so much pain from so many sources her body was shutting down its ability to feel it, to absorb the signals. At least her brain was, but she knew full well she'd feel the burning.

       'I don't believe you but it doesn't matter anyway. I just want you to shut the torch off.'

       'As in torch-ure. Get it, torture?' I joked.

       'God, you're sick.'

       'Here's the thing, you're right. If I roast your cunt inside, it'll probably spoil the fucks to come, if it doesn't kill you. And I enjoy it way too much to do that, at least for now, so it's your nipple and I want to get it done so we can move on.'

       I picked up the torch and she thrashed. Her head snapped from side to side like it was on a mechanical swivel. I climbed on to her and sat on her just below her tummy. I reached forward and took the target breast in my left hand and dug my fingers in. She tried to buck me off so I let go of her tit and grabbed her hair and moved the torch close to her wide open eyes. She tried to snap her face away but I held her firm and was about to half blind her.

       'Your choice. Your eye or your nipple or both.'

       She went limp.

       'Fucking chose again. You always seem to be making choices with me. So chose.'

       'Do it. Do it, my breast.'

       'Just as I thought.'

       I started at the very outside of her wound where her areola was still normal. It crinkled up fast into burnt carbon and she shrieked and passed out right away which was what I expected which in turn was why I had the smelling salts handy. I revived her and the torch was even hotter by now.

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       'Scream all you want, the louder the better. But don't you fucking pass out again or I'll fry your clit. I swear I'll turn into a burn crisp pea and then I'll crush that with pliers.'

       She had no idea how she could further endure this. I re-applied the torch to the other good edges of her areola and she screamed from her fucking soul but managed not to pass out. Now came the real pain. I went right to the center of her wound and made the contact. There were still multiple nerve endings there and it was too much for her brain to absorb. She had no choice but to pass out. I put the torch on the table and waited a few minutes before forcing her to revive.

       Her sounds were inhuman, animalistic and something I'd never forget. But then again how could I, I was videotaping the whole episode. I'd lay there at nights, not watching the images, but just listening to the sounds of her shrieks while I jerked off. Of course, I watched the picture portion too and froze framed many of the choicest moments.

       She came too moaning.

       'I would have thought you'd value your cunt.' I said to her like she had a choice.

       She looked at me terrified and knowing.

       I slid down and kissed her labia and pushed in a little on her clit. Then I shoved my fingernail into it hard. She shrieked beyond reason. I licked her a bit and even teethed her a little.

       'Too bad. It looks really nice. You have such a tidy little cunt. What a shame to fry it like this.'

       'Oh, Oh, please. No. Don't. You can't. Kill me instead.'

       'Well I'll be. It didn't take you long.'

       'I know. I know. I can't bear the thought of the pain and what you'd do to my womanhood. I'm a woman. A woman. You can't do this to my most intimate, vulnerable parts. You just can't.'

       'But I can and I will.'

       'Then kill me, like you said I'd say. Just do it.'

       'Look in my face and read my lips. No fucking way. I'm enjoying this way too much and I've got lots more in store for you.'

       'Then I'll kill myself.'

       'Go ahead, but I don't know how. I won't fucking let you die, but I will do you a favor.'

       'Keep them away from me. Your favors are no favors at all, they're only meaner in the end.'

       'So let me finish your tit, then. I'll leave your cunt for now.'

       She nodded, like passively but sincerely.

       It took four more passes with the torch tip and three more revivals before she was roasted right over, like sealed. Instead of a nipple, she had a dark brown puckered scab, which almost looked like a continuation of her regular areola. It looked like one big areola without a center. How's that for modern art? Like a Picasso.

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       When I brought her too, we obviously had an issue.

       Now I'd cleaned her up and she looked quite regular except one nipple didn't match the other at all.

       She was sobbing but was no longer hysterical and I let two more hours pass and the torch was no where in sight. It was under her bed, like a real monster. She didn't want to say anything about it.

       'How are you feeling? I gave you a strong pain killer, like a needle.'

       (I'd bagged some diluted morphine from a nurse I'd kidnapped and murdered and made her show me how to admisinter it.)

       'I'm OK. I'm really sore now, but I'm OK.'

       That was a good sign. I'd get to torture her lots more even if she didn't want to live.

       I secured her by the neck to the bed stead leaving her about four feet of slack and released her arms and legs. She pushed up and sat up leaning against it. It was all so unreal. She knew what I'd said I'd do and yet now it was like she'd dreamed it, and woke up and could disregard it. I had to admire her for her hoping. I guessed I'd scared the bejesus out of her when I talked about frying her clit because now she was playing nice. And I loved it, like we could play like boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, like consenting adults. She was a different person, a changed person and it was a role she'd never assumed before.

       'What would you like?' I querried her.

       'Huh? Like what?'

       'To eat? What'd you prefer?'

       'I'm hungry. I'd like some meat. I'm not a big meat eater but I have a craving for some now.'

       (And wasn't that exactly how I felt about her? I chuckled to myself.)

       'Well, I have some ground steak, or meat loaf or Sheppard's Pie.'

       'The pie, that'd be nice. Could you make it two?'

       'Sure and I'll bring you a baked potatoe and some other vegtables.'

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       She seemed so thankful

       'But there's just one thing. When you're finished, I have to fry your clit.'

       And with that, I left the room. I could hear her wailing.

       I took my time preparing the food, longer than I had to to let it sink in just what was to come. Still, the thing being, when I was away from her, I wasn't fucking or hurting her and she took that as a blessing, small as it was. It also let her get her hopes up that I could change my mind. But she should have known by now, my mind was set in stone, just the same as my heart.