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I came around to the side of her desk, which let her stand upright again. The thing was, for the next few minutes, I led her around the room by her nipple, like a dog bitch on a leash, only so much better and original, I thought.
I made her walk back and forth, abruptly changing direction and then in circles. Sometimes I jerked the line and her tit pulled out about a yard, it seemed. Or at least a foot.
If I pulled it up short, she went up on her tippy-toes and if I pulled it downward, she'd walk crouched and knees bent like she had a great weight on her shoulders. Which I suppose she did, she had me and my heavy ideas.
I was really humiliating her but was also looking for somewhere to tie the line off.
And there to the side of the room, about four feet out from a wall, was an overhead cast iron pipe from the old days of the building.
What could be more fucking perfect.
I let go and pushed her desk over .
I guided her by pulling the line and was up onto her desk.
I fed the line through a clothes line adjustor, (another sundry I'd brought to be prepared) the kind where the line goes in one hole, through a hole in a ratchet with a turnkey handle and out the other hole. Turn the handle and the line shortens or tightens, whichever your perspective.
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I tied a knot in the line to keep the adjustor in the spot I wanted.
I looped the line over the pipe and pulled down on it.
It pulled her sweet tit up.
I pulled harder and she had to go up on her toes to keep from passing out, all the while, while protesting quite admirably.
I let off just a bit.
'There, that should do it. Fucking right.' I said proudly as I tied off the line again, this time using a bowline for the knot.
I hopped down from the desk, all eager and excited.
She was standing, sort of lop sided, with her one side up, to ease the pain in her freshly stretched tit.
She looked spectacular.
I smacked her ass good and hard.
And grabbed her face in my hands and squeezed her cheeks, like some Italian mothers do to other people's kids, but never their own.
I pushed her desk back away so I could really get a full view of her from all angles.
I walked right up to her, arrogant as Hell and kissed her meanly now.
'Now, I'll take the cuffs off.' I announced.
'Please, oh please. Can't you see how this is hurting me. Look what it's doing to my beautiful breasts.'
As if I could take my eyes off it, or off them, off her predicament.
'Just to one of them, bitch. Not your breasts, but a - one fucking tit. Bet you never thought you'd have one of them in this position. One of your beautiful breasts. I'd like to slice one off and fucking feed it to you. Would you prefer raw or fried?'
It didn't sound plausible, so she had no reasonable come back, so she didn't answer.
Just her face said the impossibility of it all.
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Now she was more beside herself.
I took hold of the ratchet handle and gave it a half turn, shortening the line by about half an inch. It pulled her upward by that small amount, but it felt like a mile to her nipple.
She hadn't been sure what the little device was for, but now could clearly feel its implications. Like, I could do it again and again.
What if I made the line a foot shorter, she envisioned.
Something would have to give and that's what terrified her anew.
I slipped back to watch her adjust to her new standing requirements. The thing was, while her one tit was pulled up like a conical sausage, her other one hung down, drooped to the side because of her unnatural angle and tilt.
A tit tilt, yeah, that's what she had, and it made her look quite tubular. She was heavy to begin with and this just magnified that appearance.
Like a tubal ligation, but only one tube tied. It may not have been fallopian but it sure was floppyian. I bet she was the only woman, in the whole wide world, who'd ever had that operation.
'Oh, my God. God, stop it. It hurts too much. You know it does. I can't stand it. I think I'm going to faint.'
'Well bitch, that's something you don't want to do. You should really think about it. What'll happen to your nipple if your full weight falls to it. If it's trying to support your whole fucking body.'
'But I can't help it. The pain's shooting right to my arm pit and along my arm.'
'Big fucking deal. What do I care?'
'I might be having a heart attack. It's the signs. I'm so scared.'
'Shit, that wouldn't be good, would it? Not good for my prick.'
'How can you be so thoroughly unfeeling. My heart. My heart. My breast.'
'It's your tit that's doing it then?'
'Yes, the pain's too much to bear. Look at what you're doing to me. And why?'
'OK. So I can ease the pressure, to fix it?'
'Oh yes. Yes, please just do it.'
'Not so fast, let me finish. I can do it by doing your other nipple too.'
'What? No. Uh?'
'If I stick it the same way, and attach a line and pull you up by both tits, then there wouldn't be so much tearing on that one.'
I put my hand full to the knot her nipple was tied into.
And my fingers explored and examined it.
'Fuck, is that hard and twisted, or what.'
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'You're crazy. You're twisted and how could you think I'd want you to do the same thing again to me.'
'Yeah, I suppose it was a dumb idea.'
'You're dammed right it was. You're disgusting.'
'Well here's an idea that isn't so dumb. Get your pants down. Get them down now.'
After all her diversions, I was finally back to her pussy.
It wasn't like she thought I'd forgotten, she only hoped it.
She just looked at me lost. Like, what am I supposed to do now and she wanted her God to answer her. But she knew what was up next and didn't want to accept it. She couldn't accept my complete and utter control over her. But what else was there for her to do?
Ever so slowly, she acquiesced. Her hands came forward and in so doing, made her body tug at her nipple a bit more, so it was like she was standing on eggs, ever so gingerly. She managed to jockey her slacks down over her hips and her underwear was full out and facing my happy face.
Oh, happy day. Oh, happy face.
'Uh, fuck, God. You're spectacular. Look at you.'
Once her slacks cleared her ample hips, she didn't want to let go of them. She stood there trying to balance herself, to lessen her nipple stretch, and keep her slacks around her thighs at the same time. I guess she realized once they were off, only her sheer underwear was left to protect her and also I could make her stand with her legs spread apart some.
That wouldn't be good for her either, she just knew.
I really felt like messing with her, like toying.
And she was the whole fucking store and I could go shopping where ever I wanted.
I got up and strode around behind her.
Her fucking ass was like a fuck invitation.
I rubbed my boner to the crease, her cheeks made, in her panties. I could see through her silk. I reached around, and put my hands onto her hands and took firm hold. I squeezed her fine fingers as they clenched onto her slacks. Now I moved slightly to the side taking her with me.
Her nipple pulled longer and she whined.
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I whispered in her ear, 'Time to let go.'
I pulled her locked hands off her slacks and they dropped smoothly down her long legs to her ankles at the floor. They all bunched up.
'Step out of them.'
The thing was, she could with the opposite foot, but not her right one which was the same side her nipple was hoisted. The moment she went to put most of her weight on her left foot, it let her right side drop and her nipple almost pulled right off.
'For God's sake, it's going to rip me right through. It may rip my nipple off.'
Sounded like a plan to me. She still had another one.
'Yeah, so I'd say you have a problem. Don't you?'
'Just don't. Just stop it, and it's you who has the problem. You're mental. Your personality is stunted and you're a hollow, empty thing. You're a monster. This is monstrous. You're not even a person to enjoy doing things like this to me.'
'It's not you, bitch. Don't take it personally. I just like to torture tits. But only on good looking women. The lookers. As far as I'm concerned, that's what their tits are made for. And you're one of them, quite pretty, so that's what your tits are made for, so don't take it personally.'
'Don't take it personally. Don't..personally. How am I supposed to take it.'
'Right up the ass, if you don't fucking shut up, and maybe even if you do. But here, let me help you.'
I was around in front of her and knelt down to her ankles, like helping a kid to do up her skates. I pretended not to notice her panties full of cunt at the front, right at my face.
I got her to move her left foot over tight to her right one. I gripped onto her leg with my arm, at her knee, and lifted enough to slide her slacks of her foot.
Well now she was finished.
She was fucked - dead.
I stepped back in amazement.
What a fucking pussy.
More accurately, what a fucking crotch.
Geeze, she was more than a fucking bitch.
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Fuck was she ever wide.
Fuck, fuck and more fucks.
Her legs could never touch at the top.
I figured she was three fingers wide.
And, and, and,
She wasn't smooth.
The front of her silk panties was lumpy and like bumpy.
I sucked in my breath.
I could hardly breath.
I was cumming into my lungs.
This was beyond incredible fantastic.
My eyes bulged out in disbelief.
And my cock bulged out in anticipation.
Surely, she wasn't going to be one of those bitches with lots of exterior minora labia, like with all the stuff hanging out of her crease. It certainly looked like it through the silk.
She'd often thought about having vaginal surgery to tidy herself up a bit, but her husband said he loved her just as she was. I'll bet he did. I'll bet he loved to bite and chew on it, like a piece of renewable chewing gum. And it looked much the same, that never lost its flavor or fascination. I know if she'd been my wife, I'd never have let her excise it. I might have done it for her, to her, but that was just me.
I didn't know this for certain quite yet, but what else could it be, doing that to her panty's crotch fabric? And I wasn't in a fast hurry to find out. The suspense and all.
I got around behind her again and knelt down and put my hands on each of her cheeks. She was full and fleshy and also muscular and they tensed up hard. She didn't like me behind her, behind her behind, and she didn't like me handling her. Her ass telegraphed me the message.
I moved my hand, in from the back, and was just an inch off and below her pussy arch.
She figured I was going to finger her and probe her.
'Oh, Oh, no don't. Please don't. Not that. Not like this. Don't make me stand like this while you assault me.'
'You think I'm going to?'
'You already are, so yes I do.'
I squeezed her thigh inside harder.
'Uhmm. Fuck you feel good.'
I edged the slightest bit closer to her protruding cunt shit.
'No. No, stop it I told you.'
'OK then.' I said and I brought my hands up and around to her front to do a two handed grip of her tortured nipple.
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I squeezed it and twisted on it and could feel the nail right through.
'Uhh, fuck. Fuck are you in trouble.'
I slid my hand back down inside her panties, into her rear. I worked my finger into her butt crack and poked at her sphincter.
Now she was outraged.
'You bastard. You miserable stinking bastard.'
I guess she was right.
My finger probably did stink a little by now.
'Awh, come on now. Don't be like that. So this is your fucking asshole? You're a fucking asshole.'
'No I'm not, you asshole. You're the asshole. I'm a person and you have no right.'
'Well, you'll well be a fucked asshole when I'm fucking you in it, right? Won't you?'
'Stop it, God damned it, just stop it. Please don't...'
'Bugger you?' I finished her plea.
'Just please don't.' She said much less aggressively now.
My finger was an inch into her pucker.
'Tell you what. I'm going to make you a deal.'
'No. What? How now then?'
'You take your panties off now, all by yourself and I won't wreck your rectum. It rhymes, doesn't it?' I joked.
'No.. I.. No, I can't.'
'You fucking well can and your will.'
I went around to face her and wiped my ass holed finger across her lips.
'Lick it.'
She clamped her mouth shut.
I flicked her bunged nipple.
'Now lick it.'
She tongued all her asshole smell off of it.
'Good for you. You see. You get it fast now.'
I went and sprawled comfortably in her desk chair and my knob was almost touching my stomach. Its eager eye was looking me in the eyes, telling me to get on (or would that be get off) with the program.
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This was by far her gravest danger.
She knew what her cunt looked like, with all the outside stuff and she just knew I'd probably have something crude to say about it, and quite possibly nasty and hurtful. (She wasn't ashamed of it. She was concerned for it.)
Probably? Probably?
It never occurred to her I'd torture and mutilate it.
She had to keep her panties on.
And it seemed she would go to any measure to do it.
She sure fucking surprised me.
Her mouth trembled and her face quivered and was distorted in anguish as she softly said. 'What you said. To ease the pressure in my breast. Do it then.'
Jesus, how in fuck could she be serious? She must have hoped someone would come and rescue her, or something like that, and I wouldn't get, eventually, to her sloppy cunt anyway.
There was no one cuming, but me.
This was utter and complete desperation. Fuck did I have her in my absolute control. I mean, she knew how much it hurt, but didn't think I could make it hurt worse. But she had survived it, even though it ruined most of her nipple. So she reasoned she could stand it, whereby if I tortured her cunt with all its decorations, she'd probably die.
It never occurred to her it wouldn't be either or, but both.
'Are you serious?' I looked her deep in her pleading eyes. 'Are you fucking completely serious?'
She nodded , yes, but just barely.
'Fuck. I've really got you scared, haven't I? Poor little therapist, needs a therapist. Therapy. Can't get any for herself.' I derided her.
'Stop belittling who I am, and what I do, and just do it.'
I smacked her cheek, kissed her and smacked her ass.
'Who am I to argue about an offer like that? I'm not a fool.'
I went and brought back, three, three fucking, three of the long bugger nails. I held them in front of her eyes proudly and set them on the floor by her feet.
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'Why God? Why did you bring three? Oh, God. What's wrong with you?'
'In case one breaks or the other bends.' I joked.
I'd have to hit it with a sledge hammer, to do that, like into her skull, or her cunt bone, right through her clit.
I selected one and traced the point up her trembling leg, to the inside of her thigh and was to the bottom of her briefs. I paused and just stared right into her space. Some people stare into space. I stared into hers. I pulled my hand back and gave her a fast little jab right into between her labia. It didn't really hurt, but startled her and she jerked back so hard she almost tore open her nipple, like part was off, and that did hurt plenty, and she really protested with vigor.
'Settle down. Settle the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Up and down. Up and down.' I sing-songed it.
She managed to calm herself a bit.
I continued to trace the nail point up her left side until I was under her trembling other breast. I poked its underside with it. I drew it along and up and over to her areola.
She crinkled immediately and nicely. Deep furrowed valleys and ridges.
'Just can't help yourself, can you? Even when you're really about to fucking get it, you still get excited and hard.'
'I do, but they're not the same thing and you know it.'
I took full hold of her hanging tube tit, both hands, and pushed it way up sort of like the other one, but not as far.
'So this is what you'll look like then. A matched pair, like before.'
I pinched her nipple with both thumbs and forefingers and rolled it under my fingernails. It was like a little balloon and should puncture easily even though the nail had such a big diameter, much larger than the hat pins.
I took her bud into my mouth, slobbered all over it, and then kissed her gently and tenderly. She was about to sacrifice it, to try to save her cunt and she should've been proud of her decision and fortitude. She should've been commended.
I touched the nail tip to her tit tip with reverence and pushed in ever so lightly.
She grimaced, but it was more out of anticipation than real pain.
I pushed a little harder and she grimaced a little better, for cause now.
I picked her hand up, with the cuffs still on her wrist, and handed her the nail.
'Here, you do it.'
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'What? No. No. How? I can't. I can't possibly.'
'Look, your nipple's hard and full of blood, so it should go in easily. That's the first step, to pierce it going in.'
And if she believed it or not, that really would be the easy part. Coming out, oh fucking brother. Oh, fucked sister, look out then.
Try as she might, she just couldn't do it.
The best she could manage was a fairly big spot of blood right on the tip, like a solid bubble.
I had to give her credit for that though, but what was my credit worth to her?
'OK. OK, maybe this is too much to ask of you.'
'Yes, oh can't you see? How hard I tried? I...'
'I'll make you a deal then.'
I went and selected some of the three inch, pearl headed hat pins. I came right back to show her how much smaller diameter they were. Like this was the favor.
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'OK. You use one of these instead. You make a hole through with it.'
They looked so much less foreboding, so she took it readily.
'Now you do it. You fucking do it now. I can see your cunt's sloppy, through your underpants. You think I didn't notice all the stuff hanging out?'
'You're disgusting and reprehensible. You're..'
'So are you. A good looking bitch with a cunt like that, now that's disgusting.'
'I hate you.'
'And I hate you too.' But I said it like I loved her and was just joking.
'Why didn't you get it fixed, like all tidied up?'
'It's what God gave me.'
'Yeah, and I'll fucking take it away. That's what I'll do, with a dull knife or my teeth if you don't do the hat pin instead. Understand?'
'OK. Yes. I know. What about the nail?'
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'I'll help you then. I'll push it through the same hole you made, only it'll be bigger then.'
Her heart sank.
She'd hoped the hat pin would be enough, but clearly it wouldn't be and it was all really going to hurt again, but probably worse since she knew what to expect now, like the anticipation.
But right now, all she could manage to absorb was she had to do her own piercing. At least the first one, was all up to her now.
She had character. I'd give her that much. She had the tip well into her bud in no time, but needed a breather before the next part.
I flicked the pearl end of it and tugged a bit too and it lifted her tit up, it was in far enough now to do it.
I patted her face, 'Ready to go again now?'
She nodded and was aiming the tip to come out about the same as the other. Fuck, watching her gripping her own tit, handling it and feeling it, to shove the pin out, fuck was that something else all together and I told her 'no'.
'I want it to come out at the inside edge of your areola.'
'Why? For God's sake. Why?'
'I think with the nail, it'll hurt more. It'll just be your nipple nerves and muscles involved.'
How could anyone add more pain to already impossible pain and suffering?
And how could anyone smirk about it or be so proud of it?
I could do all exceedingly well.
Then she did it, just like that.
It was almost as if she wasn't feeling it anymore and we couldn't have that for long. It was like she just didn't care.
'Bravo. Bravo.' I gave her a hearty clapping round of applause and then did the same by slapping on her newly pierced tit. It bounced and jumped from side to side, but all on its own. Just by itself.
'Stop it. You're insane.'
'You think?' I looked her right in the eye.
She saw the flash in my mind, as I punched her other tit, the first one.
She couldn't believe I did it. That I'd do it.
The impact tore the nail into her nipple more.
She shut right up with the snot talk.
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'Well now that we've got that settled, I guess it's time for me to do my part.'
She looked at me as if to say, - I've earned your pity. I've earned your compassion. Please, oh please, show me some.
I showed her the nail instead.
I put it in my mouth to lick the taste of her blood off it.
I exaggerated how good it tasted, but not by much. Only more of it would have tasted better. And she had a whole body full.
In the past, I'd bled a couple of bitches out through their cunts, mainly by lacerating or puncturing their cervix all to shit, so I knew there was lots to go around.
I went for the womb throat, not the neck throat.
The cervix was so much more fun to access and a challenge.
Even an amateur could puncture a windpipe, could slit it good.
It took a dedicated and demented pro to dissect a cervix from the crease going in. From the outside in.
Anyhow, now it was my turn again.
I reached down and grabbed full onto her crotch through her underwear. The silk didn't protect her much and what a fucking squiggly, mushy hand full that was.
I pulled and twisted on her and it pulled on her suspended nipple.
'God, no. Only stop it.'
'You know what? I think I should fuck you while I'm doing this.' I slapped her tit, the one I still had to work on.
I looked her right in the face and her eyes were blazing again. Her plan, her diversion was failing. It was falling apart. The (w)hole idea was to keep me away and out of her, and now this.
I squeezed and scrumped up her labia. She had more minora out than she had majora, or maybe like equal parts, as if that wasn't unusual enough.
She was getting wet from my manual stimulation and I could smell her sex some now.
Now this was a dignified woman. A strong and professional woman. A female woman and I was surprised she hadn't already, and then she pissed herself, all in the front of her briefs and down one leg to the floor.
How degrading and disgusting.
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The moment she started, I punched her in her twat.
'Quit. Quit it.'
'I can't.'
I punched her again harder but not enough to rupture her, or to stop her making a mess.
All the time she pissed, I kept my fist at her until she was stopped. Then I gave her a good one. One that could have split her.
She pretty well knew, extra for certain, then, by my unimaginable display of uncaring, my complete lack of empathy, that I'd probably kill her. That I planned to. What I'd done was beyond repulsive and reprehensible and it hadn't fazed me in the least, or cause be to break stride or stroke with my fist.
I'd break something else, but not my gate.
Maybe, hers though.
I figured her womb throat could be considered a gate too.
The gate to her uterus, the seat of her womanhood.
I left the nail job, for her second nipple, half done. It hung there and out, pulling her bud down a bit.
'Take them off. I want them off. I want to see what all the mess is about and I have to wash you now anyway.'
She was pretty well defeated by the inconsiderate little cunt jabs I'd just given her, but mostly by the really mean one. Her spirit, and apparently her fight were crumbling.
'Pretty bad, uh? You don't want to live anymore?'
She looked surprised, but not totally.
'You're going to kill me. Aren't you?'
'I cannot tell a lie. In a word - no.'
'I don't believe you.'
'You didn't let me finish. You never let me finish.'
I pulled her loose tit out, looked right at it and punched her good to its underside. It really bounced up and down. More than when she skipped a rope, naked, for one of her work outs.
'Now maybe you'll let me finish. No. No, I won't kill you unless you ask me to.'
It seemed like she had a way out.
'And if I asked you to do it right now, you'd do it?'
'No. No, but eventually.'
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Now she saw she simply could not escape, so she shit herself too. She'd been trying to hold it for awhile and almost lost her load when I'd fingered her rectum.
If she figured I wouldn't fuck her that way, she was right.
I wasn't into the scat.
Besides, I'd already been there much to long, over three hours, and her phone was ringing more now and the storm outside was letting up.
I needed to pay attention to the signals, to the little voices within.
I figured it was time for us to scat.
Scat off to my regular torture facilities where I could really do her and do her up right.
I looked her square in the face.
'Why did you go and do that?'
I looked her square in the eyes, and gave her a mean look, and kneed her full in the cunt.
Her eyes blasted wide open, bigger than saucers, and she passed out.
I just let her fall.
Fuck her and fuck her tit.
What did I care?
Never, ever would I have believed it.
I had enough of her tit flesh along with her nipple, that she just hung there. I mean her tit was over a foot pulled long, but it supported most of her body weight. Talk about stretch marks though. And I suppose if I'd added a straw to her back, she may have come crashing down.
It was sort of good, sort of considerate, how she hung there and hadn't fallen into her own shit and piss puddle. I mean, I knew it was putting an unbearable strain on her pectoral muscles and they could be torn away from her breast plate, but that didn't really matter. She still had a good tit left and her cunt wouldn't be compromised, which brought me to cleaning her up and her mess.
I slid her panties down her twisted legs, gently and off her, one foot at a time. I needed to wash them to keep them. I was into her office bathroom and found a towel and a pail with lots of hot water. I cleaned up the floor first and then started in on her, getting the piss of her legs and then was up to her crotch.
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I don't think in a dozen pages, or thousands of words, I could adequately describe it.
But I'll give it a try.
First of all, and totally most noticeable, she had what looked like a proboscis hanging right out of her, like a big worm or a little dick or a tongue. It was divided, the same way her majora labia were and looked like the pictures you see of a person's brain. Just like grey matter only it was reddy, pink and purple matter, with some dark brown, like fried edges. I figured I could fry the rest to match, at some point. There were lots of other folds and layers and crevices. And it was hard to tell what her clitoris looked likes since some of it may have been hanging out too. I mean, I always figured the clit was the cunt's bulls-eye, and I could have hit hers with a dart like it was a barn door.
And she was big.
She had a big cunt, but not at all ugly or fat.
She just was large, like her breasts and nipples. I suppose you'd say she was big boned. But that was OK, too, it just made them harder, like more of a challenge, to break. I'd need a bigger hammer and harder hits and all that stuff.
And the space, where her legs wouldn't meet at the top, it was wider than I thought. I'd checked now, over four fingers wide.
I knew I'd be driving a truck into her along with a baseball bat and some wine bottles. It was nice to shatter a bottle when it was jammed up a cunt. And if it was shoved in bottom first, look out. Then you could break it by shooting into the top neck opening. Or banging a steel rod into it quite a few times.
And I knew I'd need a bigger dick if I was going to try to injure her with mine while we fucked.
I supposed if I punched her hard enough and often enough, like I'd just kneed her, she might swell all up inside and get tighter to fit me. But doing that could lose its fascination and its novelty after awhile too.
Her bush was surprisingly sparse, but matched the fine silk hair on her head. I wasn't sure I'd need to shave her, but suspected I'd do it anyway. It was so much fun, especially the ones who'd never done it before, forcing them to do it to themselves, of course, with my able fingers assisting every so often.
It was really humiliating for them, having to spread their legs open wide and pull their labia tight to slide the razor blade over their mounds and save the fuzz for me to keep in a labeled bottle.
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And I always took excellent, before and after pictures, really close up, and from a distance, so I could remember what pubic hair belonged to which cunt and whose face. And there were two victims, I'd kept long enough, I got to shave them a few times. And it can be deduced, by how slowly hair grows, they stayed for quite extended visits.
I had a serious decision to make, but my dick was impeding my judgement. Everything about her situation cried out for me to rape her. Just to shove it in and get my first real taste. That's what I was there for, mission impending.
She was all cleaned up and I'd cut the line to her nipple and she was crumpled on the floor at my feet, still fully unconscious. I mean I could stick it in her and have my jizz shot in her in five minutes. But that wasn't my real want. I wanted her to know it was coming, I'd be cuming in her, and tease her while she was being done, for my first time. And what I assumed would be her first time to be raped. It's sort of important, a woman's first time being violated and would mark a milestone in her ,short to be, existence.
But I was risking the future, my future and the time I could spend with her to come and cum.
I really needed to be getting out of there, and getting her out of there too. It's those moments, when something tells you, listen, listen, something's up or is about to be.
I just gazed down on her, somewhat transfixed, while holding my cock, and decided I should put her panties back on her and maybe this would temper the flames in by boner.
That was sort of a stupid assumption. As I straightened her legs out and slid the still damp silk briefs up their long length, as they started to cover her hips, my fingers just had to pull and pinch on her hanging out stuff. I pulled it up, to almost touch her belly button, a bit of an exaggeration, but just a bit, and it pulled her cunt lips tight closed. I let it snap back, like a stretched elastic band and it kept on jiggling, like a bouncing tit. Well that was it. I had to tongue her and suck on it and my cock refused to obey my better judgement. I pushed it into her as hard as I could and she was so loose, like large inside, it was like a feather fuck. Still I came in two minutes and managed to slide the better part of my hand into her to see if I could feel my load in her. I think they call it fisting and fishing.
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Well, I was quite relieved of my sperm, and a slimy blob of the little swimmers came out on the back of my hand. I wiped it across her face. It had all been a hoot but I was concerned now, that I was so undisciplined, and now I knew why.
I should have listened, but then maybe not, things often don't turn out as you expect.
I'd just pulled my arm out of her twat and had garnished her complexion and was getting her briefs back onto her, to cover her, and afford her some modesty, when there was a knock at her outer office door. I'm not sure if I mentioned, her office had a smaller lobby room that led to her much larger personal working environment.
Whom ever it was, and it was a woman, was calling out, 'Stephanie, Steph, are you in there?'
The person paused.
'It's late and we're, I'm worried about you. Are you there?'
The outer door was solid wood.
I fucking scampered like a chipmunk.
A naked one.
Whom ever it was, had their own key and was opening the lock.
Fuck, and fuck and life's full of fucking surprises.
I got to my gun and just managed to get to the Taser in my briefcase as the best looking cunt I'd ever seen marched right in to where (her mother) was sprawled, almost naked, on the floor right before her wide eyes. She saw her mom, but not me, in that first split second of horrid recognition.
'Mom. Mom. Oh my God. What the Hell? Mom, what's going on here?'
I suppose seeing her mom's tit and nipple all deformed like that was a pretty good clue to be concerned.
She swung around to see the shadow behind her and I shot forward and tasered her on her neck.
She tried to scream away and I gripped her hair and forced the arcing tips to keep contact with her skin. Somehow she managed to punch my arm back and while stunned, still had plenty of fight in her.
She screamed at me. 'You fucking bastard. Don't. Don't you dare. What have you done to my mother?'
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I went after her again, and she shot three good hoofs right at my balls which were bouncing and exposed naked.
The last kick, I grabbed onto her foot and yanked her off balance and she crashed to the floor, but still was kicking like a banshee. At least now I was standing up and she was down, so I had a bit of an advantage. I kicked her as hard as I could, with my bare foot, anywhere I could connect. Her lower leg, her back, her shoulder and almost in her tits. And then I saw my opening. She had on a business suit, with a skirt and I saw the white flash of her crotch panties. I dropped down in a heartbeat and punched her full bore into her cunt. She looked totally surprised, like completely stunned and doubled over in pain, but wasn't passed out.
The thing was, now her mother was coming to, too.
Fuck did I have my hands full.
Now her daughter went nuts. She recovered and went completely berserk wild crazy. She's never before had her cunt punched and wasn't about to accept that I'd dare to do it. Plus seeing her mom like that gave her further incentive and lots of adrenalin. She was full of a gallon of piss and four quarts of vinegar.
She sprung up and tore into me like a chain saw and smashed at my head. Her fists were like the blades of a windmill, raining down punches. She screamed and kicked and clawed and tried to bite the hand that wanted to probe her cunt, if I ever got the chance.
I actually had to run away from her, like a scaredy cat, but she followed right along after me. She saw the taser at the same moment I saw my little handgun. She dove for it and took a moment to figure out how to activate it. Just as she was coming for me, I retrieved the pistol and she was staring down its barrel not three feet away.
She stopped fucking dead, but just barely.
Like she'd come to the edge of a cliff at full gait.
And just managed to keep from diving over.
She so wanted to go for it, but figured a bullet in her forehead might ruin her appearance.
And a bullet in her brain might screw up her judgement capabilities and her memories.
Fucking right. I had her.
Just barely, but I had her too.
'I will kill you. I fucking swear, you're dead fucking dead meat.'
She wanted to rail.
'Put it down. Right on the fucking floor. Don't drop it. Fucking put it down.'
I was panting, but so was she, and I panted better right then.
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Ever so reluctantly she did.
She crouched down never taking her glare off me.
She went to stand up again.
'Stay down. Stay the fuck down.'
Her mother was moaning, now.
'Mandy, Oh God. Why are you here?'
'Mom, what's going on. You're hurt. Did he rape you?'
'No. But other horrible things. Why are you here? I don't want you here.'
(I was insulted. Was my dick really that small that she didn't even know I'd been in her?)
'God. Oh, no. God.' Mandy protested and then aimed her invective right at me. 'You fucking bastard. Who, what do you think you're doing? What have you done to my mother? I swear if you touch her again, if you try to touch me, I'll kill you. I'll fucking murder you and feed your balls to the sharks.'
Now here was a fighter with twice the attitude of her mother. Way more moxy and stupidity.
But the question remained, who was the real shark bait?
'Kill? You'll kill me? How about I kill her, if you don't shut the fuck up?'
I aimed the gun right at her mothers head and looked like I was about to trigger her.
'No. No. Oh, please don't. No. No. Stop. Stop it. I'll stop.'
'Lay down. Fucking flat on your front.'
She hesitated and resisted because she knew she was giving over her control, to a naked madman with a gun who'd punched her cunt and tortured her mother's nipple and tit and she didn't even know I'd raped her.
It seemed neither one of them knew, and I'd have to fix that.
She slowly got flat.
Fuck she had a great ass.
She wasn't as big as her mother, so was somewhat, I'd guess you'd say, more feminine.
She looked to be in her mid twenties, was the same blonde complexion and I figured about five-foot nine and a hundred and thirty five pounds. But she really worked out and was even into the mountain biking and climbing, which I found out later.
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Her mother was tough, but she was a soldier, like a fucking mercenary and I knew I'd really have to watch out for her. She'd kill me in a blink and not even hesitate. In fact, she had no doubt, in her mind, I was a goner and I'd really pay for the grievous sexual sadism I'd inflicted on her mom's tit and who knew what else I'd done to all the squiggly stuff hanging out of her cunt.
But I'd really pay for having the balls to sucker punch her cunt.
It was hers, and it was sacred and I'd pay with the same balls that had the nerve.
But I wondered if she had the same twat shit hanging around too.
She was still laying down, in front of me, but in stages. She was the last person in the world, or so she thought, to bow down, to cow-toe to a man and here she was forcing herself to comply. Every ounce of her being told her to resist, spring back up and take her chances with my little twenty-two pistol, but that other part of her was afraid she might get hurt and I could make holes in her with it.
Ha, fucking, ha, the little bullet would have been a mercy, a big fucking blessing.
Now she lay flat, all the way surrendered, to the floor.
She gave up her notions and her autonomy and I knew her cunt lips and nipples were mine.
'OK. So that wasn't so hard was it? So impossible for you to do? I could see you were struggling, but I guess you figured it out. Good for you. You won't be any more trouble, will you?'
'I only agreed because you've hurt my mother. But I swear, and you'd better believe me, I will kill you if you touch her agian.'
'Hmmmm. You mean like this?'
I walked over to her mom and booted her harshly in the twat.
I wanted to be sure the kid knew it hurt her.
An she was left with no doubts.
Her mother shrieked out and her kid screeched at me and went to rear all the way up. I slugged her across the side of her head. She was slightly stunned and I could grip onto her shoulders and I kneed her in the chest. She tried to wrench her arms away but I ended up managing to twist one of them right up behind her back almost touching the back of her head.
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'You're breaking my arm. For God's sake stop it. You're hurting me, and my Mom's hurt.'
She was half up to her feet now, like crouched down standing and I ran her towards her mother's desk using her arm twisted behind her back to propel her and pulling on her hair to force her head way back. I ran her full tilt into the corner of the heavy oak desk. I could swear I heard the plate under her breast break. I spun her around and lined her other tit up for my fist and let her have it super strength. Now she was getting a little floppy, like a little punchy, but not from the booze, but the punches. Which seemed appropriate to me. Just as it should be and what she deserved.
I grabbed onto the front of her business blouse and ripped it open. Buttons sprayed everywhere. One almost hit me in the eye.
Her tits were protected by a skimpy silk bra and her nipples weren't protected at all. They showed and poked right through.
She was going all rubbery and looked like she might pass out.
'No you don't. You don't fucking get off that easy.'
I smacked her face side to side and she came back to full awareness.
I took hold of her throat and cut off her air.
While she struggled weakly to pry my hand away from her neck, I slid my other hand down the front of her skirt and gripped full onto her crotch. She had the same hang down shit, and I pinched onto a slice of it and pulled upward with all my might.
This was all happening under her skirt, inside her undies, so I had to imagine what it all looked like stretched so far up like it was.
Well, talk about shriek.
My grip on her throat had loosened but it still held her.
She screamed louder than a hundred rabid soccer fans.
'Stop it. Stop it. You fucking bastard. Let go. Don't do that.'
'Let go of what?'
She was trying to stand on her tip toes now, to lessen the length of her pulled out labia shit.
'Tell me, what should I let go of?'
She'd be damned if she'd say, but it'd be worse if she didn't.
Finally she blurted out, 'My vagina, you're ripping it.'
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'Sounds like a plan to me.' I joked. 'Like some kind of rip off scam.'
I really had her by the figurative, short ones.
'You're a monster.'
'Yeah, for sure. And it's time to do the 'monster mash'.'
'You're sick.'
'And a graveyard smash. Don't you love that song? And that's where you'll fucking be, and your buggered mother, if you don't co-operate. Get it?'
'Yes. Yes I do now. You're right. I get it. Please let go of my ..'
I gave her an extra hard pull and let it snap back to her normal labia, where it belonged.
I pulled my hand out of her crotch and worked my way up her body headed for a nipple.
She tensed like a coiled snake.
I gave her a knowing look, like a 'just try it again', look and she relaxed, but more like just didn't fight.
I cupped her full breast and pulled her bra up over, so her nipple could pop out and into my mouth.
'You fucking hold still.' I said with my mouth full.
I undid her skirt and pulled it down over her hips.
She was back to the squirming and the tensing up.
'Uh uh. You fucking freeze.'
Her skirt was down to her ankles and I lifted her feet, one at a time, to throw it aside.
I looked her right in the twat.
I could see her proboscis too.
Right through her panty silk, it was fully outlined.
'I'm going to tell you something and you'd better fucking listen. I'll hurt that. That shit hanging out of you, out of your cunt, just like her (I motioned to her mother), if you try any more antics. You got it?'
She still looked defiant.
'I'll fucking torture it. Just ask your cunt mother.'
But she didn't really have to, to believe me, after how she'd seen me boot her mother in the twat and the fact that it was her delicate femininity hadn't even deterred me at all. And not to forget the shot at hers, I'd taken the first chance I got.
She was perceptive. She thought it might have enraged me, or at least egged me on. She had cunt savvy.
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'Yes. OK. Yes, I see.'
'Good. Good for you. So I'm going to fuck you right here.'
'No you're not.'
'Yes I am.'
'No you're not.'
'Oh, yes I am. and you're going to ask me to.'
'Never. Never, I'll never.'
'Oh yes you will.'
'You're crazy, I swear on my.. I swear I'll never.'
'One last chance, ask me to rape you.'
'Fuck you.'
'Fine have it your way then.'
I gave her a light knee in her pussy and as she was doubled over, I fetched the taser and strode right over to her mother.
I got down and pushed the electrodes right into her labia.
'No. No, Oh God, for God's sake don't'
It was fucking too late.
I sparked her with the ark right into her canal. I swear her outside stuff lit up like a light bulb or at least like a candle, and almost like a Roman candle.
Mom convulsed, with her hips banging up and down, slapping against the floor, and then passed out.
'OK. Here it goes again unless..'
'OK. No. Yes, I'll let you do it. Do it to me. Fucking rape me, but don't hurt her again.'
'Well, now it seems we have an understanding. There's no failure to communicate here, is there?'
(I loved lines from classic movies and songs.)
'You're evil. So just get it over with.'
'Ooops I slipped.'
'Uh what?' She looked puzzled.
I zapped her bitch cunt mother's cunt again.
I held it to her until a bit of steam formed.
'Oh yeah, you're supposed to say that after, not before.'
'Just. Just stop it. For God's sake I'll do it.'
'Good on you. Better off you. Take your clothes off then.'
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Her blouse was no big deal, it was pretty well shredded anyway. And she threw it aside, like in disgust and defiance. I suppose she was pissed, it'd cost her three hundred dollars. Chanel, or some la-dy-dah shit like that.
She gingerly reached her hands behind her back to get to her bra catch. Fuck did her jugs ever hang forward and down. She fumbled at her back, as if she hadn't done it a thousand, or hundreds of times before.
Her fingers were stumbling.
'Need some help.' I graciously offered with a smirk.
'Fuck off.'
'That's not nice. But you will be nice. You'll be nice to me, won't you?'
She wouldn't answer.
And I added as an afterthought, 'And to this?' I gripped my cock and waved it at her like a fucking banner. To her it was a red flag and she was all set to come for me again. I could see it in her eyes and her body language.
'Think of your mother's cunt.' I chided her.
She finished with her bra catch and carefully pulled it away from its contents. Her tits were better than her mother's. Less was more, but her nipples were about the same, so they appeared almost puffy. On one side, she was almost half inverted, but not at all on the other side. I knew there was some extra mean fun to be had there.
'What's that about. Your fucking nipples don't match.'
'You're a pig.'
"Oink. Oink, but they still aren't the same.'
'You're a disgusting pig.'
'And you have disgusting nipples, they fucking don't match, so maybe I should just cut them off and get it over with. Look at your mom's nipple. Look what I did to it. Go ahead take a look.'
She didn't want to, so I gripped her skull by the back of her neck and forced her to trundle over and peer down into her precious mom's injury. She was abject and loud in her objections to what I'd done to her.
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'Oh, God. Mom. - How could you, you bastard? How could you hurt her that way. She has a nail through... God take it out. Take it out.' Then she really screamed it at me. 'Take it out. You monster, take it out of her - now. Now.'
What a fucking opportunity she'd unwittingly created.
Fuck what a treat, talk about 'entertainment to-night'.
'You want it out so bad, you take it out.'
'No. No, I can't. I, it's horrible.'
'But if you wanted me to do it, what's the difference?'
She was getting sucked in and sensed she was being outwitted, and she was pretty darn smart. A real estate broker, who was partners in her own Re/Max brokerage. And that was unusual at such a young age. She was savvy and motivated so I needed to motivate her to do what I said.
'I don't want to. I just cant.'
'Well, I'll tell you what the difference is then. If I take it out, I'm just going to rip it out using the cord. I'll tear the whole fucking end off her tit.'
'You're insane. How could you do that?'
'Easy, look what I did in the first place. How do you think it got that way? She did it to herself? You think I didn't enjoy it?'
'You're crazy.'
'Totally. But if you do it, you can take it our orderly, like the reverse of how it went in. Undo the cord and push the nail back out.'
I made it sound so simple and reasonable, when it would prove anything but.
She looked beaten and resigned.
'So what'll it be? Ripped or..'
'OK. I'll try, but let me give her a pain killer.'
Now there was a novel idea. I figured I was 'the pain killer' and she thought aspirin or some shit was going to lessen the effect.
'Sure, whatever, it makes no difference to me.'
'Please let me get my purse.'
She seemed jittery, like if I did, I could be sorry, but she was trying not to show it by attempting to act nonchalant. As if that was ever her quality, indifference, that is.
She's unwittingly aroused my suspicions to match my dick.
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I got it and went to hand it to her. It was like she was holding her breath. I stepped back several steps and dumped its contents on the desk.
Of all things, the bitch had her own Taser, and a newer one than mine. I suppose it was a 'taser waving contest'. And then too, she had some fucking Demerol. Now that's a pretty strong pain killer, that belongs to the narcotic family, like morphine and is prescribed for moderate to severe pain. This should be interesting, I mused to myself.
'What the Hell is this? You figure you were going to zap me with yours, like I did your mother.'
I picked hers up and made it crackle and pop.
'Fucking bitch, you thought I'd give you the chance. I could smell your fucking hope. You gave it away, by hoping too much.'
She could see that chance was passed.
'OK, please let me have the pills, then.'
'Yeah, 'then', just as I thought, you were gonna try something. Try this on me?'
'Just let me have them. My mom's in pain.'
'And you will be too, if I try this one out on you. Fuck it's stronger than mine. What do you wanna do, kill the poor bastard who tries anything with you? Really make sure he doesn't succeed? That's not very decent of you.'
I stepped towards her making it zap.
'Don't. It's set on high. Don't'
'OK, I'll set it lower then and see how you like it.'
'Just stop it, let me have the bottle.'
'Later then, we'll see how you hold up to this later. - What the Hell are you taking this for? That's pretty strong medicine. What do you need stuff like this for?'
It turned out she had severe menstrual cramps but I wouldn't find that out about her until later.
'Just let me give them to her. Please.'
'Sure, go ahead.' And I tossed her the container.
Continued in folder 3.
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