INCREmental Sexual Violence

Continued from folder two.

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       She cradled her mother, like she was the mother, and got two of the round white tablets into her.

       'There, I'm not such a bastard after all.'

       'You've done this to her and you think you're not scum.'

       'Yeah, I suppose you have a point. So, while we wait for the stuff to get into her bloodstream, we might as well pick up where we left off.'

       Her tits had been bouncing around naked, through all this, but her panties were still very much on.

       'Take the rest of your clothes off.'

       It had seemed as if we were detoured around that little item, and now the road was re-opened.

       'I don't want to. Please, you've done enough. Leave us alone.'

       'If I don't see what's in those, in abut ten seconds, I'm going to zap the shit out of her using yours, fucking on high.'

       Her her briefs were sort of a lavender, and a little lacy around the leg holes.

       'Stand up straight. Right up like at attention.'

       She pretty well did, but held back a couple of percent, like she didn't think I'd see the difference. I'd stretched a lot of women, hung them by their wrists for hours, so I knew how their rib cages should look, and how their tits should hang.

       'Sweet, sweet cunt. Like mother. Like daughter. Fuck you got the same external stuff. Now really stretch, don't hold anything back, or I'll cut it off.'

       Now she gave it three hundred percent. Good on her. It looked good on her, so much better than before. I could count her ribs, one after the other.

       Even pick out a specific one to break.

       'You're disgusting and vile.'

       'And I fucking love it. Pull up on your panties.'

       'What? Pardon?'

       'Pull them up hard, into your slit.'

       'No way. Are you sick?'

       'Pull them up right between your labia, I want to see what it does to your squiggles.'

       'You're the sickest bastard. I will not. You're pathetic if that's how you have to get your jollies.'

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       I picked up her zapper and then retrieved mine. Like a two gunned gunslinger, I made them both zap as I moved towards her mother.

       She pulled her panties right into her crack.

       'Come over here.' I motioned.

       She came, like she was in reverse, but finally got within a yard of me. I was making the pair zap, aiming them towards her split pussy.

       'Please don't do that to me. Don't.'

       She scrunched her face all up in knots and mewled.

       'You stand still and I'll put them down.'

       She nodded, and I think she was finally closer to tears and just stood there vulnerable.

       I did as I'd said and put my hands on her nervous hips.

       Then I put my hands on her hands, where she was gripping her underwear at the front, and pulled them up. The silk split her pink even more and her outside shit was squished flat to her cunt lips. I jerked up even harder and pulled to the side and, of all things, her hang down worm started to peek out the side of one of her leg holes. Well that was it, I had to have more, now.

       I made her naked.

       I went to reach for it, to flick it.

       'Don't.' She recoiled and squeezed her legs together. She didn't have the space at the top of her legs her mother did, so she managed to hide what I was after.

       'OK, so lets fuck.'

       'Please don't.'

       'Over there, beside your mother.'

       'No. No, please.'

       'Lay down beside her, flat on your back, and spread your fucking legs.'

       She crawled, standing up, to stand over her.

       She couldn't bring herself to get down beside her.

       I slid around behind her.

       I punched her hard in the back of her knee and it buckled, and her legs folded out from under her and she collapsed on top of her mother. She tried not to mash her, but had to grab onto her to keep from doing so, so she still crunched her.

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       They cried out together and it was sweet to behold. All those arms and legs and tits and cunts, trying not to squish each other.

       They finally got finished with rolling around, on each other, and Mandy got onto the hard floor beside her mom. It was like she was working out on a water bed and finally rolled off, but not by accident.

       'You ready?'

       I sure as Hell was after watching that spectacle.

       'I'll let you do this, on one condition.' She said.

       I eyed her with curiosity and suspicion.

       'And that would be?'

       'You can have sex with me, but you have to let me take my mother to a hospital, to have her breast treated.'

       'Why would I do that?'

       'Because you have to. Because I'm asking, no I'm begging you to. And it's the only right thing to do.'

       'Get your fucking legs spread, that's the only thing that matters now. That's the only right thing to do. And no, you take it out or I do. That's it.'

       She wanted to keep negotiating but could see how intractable I'd become, as if I ever wasn't that.

       'OK, but please use protection. I, you know.. I'

       'Don't want my fucking kid?'

       'I don't want anybody's right now. I ...'

       'Well, shit on you, my sperm's not good enough to go right into your meat. Fuck you and fuck your burnt cunt.'

       'What? What did you say?'

       'I said fuck your cunt.'

       'You said burnt. Why did you say burnt?'

       'Because if my dick's not in you in the next two minutes, I'll put the flames to it, that's what burnt means.'

       'No. You can't possibly. No. Here, look. I'm getting ready. I'm getting into position.'

       And with that she did.

       Legs fully spread, arms to her sides.

       And her eyes barely open.

       And her mind closed right off.

       Her emotions encapsuled.

       Most beautiful women, at some times in their charmed existences, imagine how they'd handle being raped. What they'd do and wouldn't do. What they'd agree to, to preserve their status quo, or at least stay alive. What they might say to stave off the attack. She was no different, and hadn't imagined, it'd ever have the possibility, to be like this.

       And I'd never imagined it would be otherwise.

       Vicious and mean and extended and outright outrageous, - inrageous.

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       I crawled down beside her and did the usual molesting and caressing. I climbed on to her, to lay full along her body and went to mouth kiss her. She'd have none of it.

       I had to pretend to strangle her, until her face got a bit blue, before she let me kiss her and then she kissed me back quite nicely. I played with her nipples and got her clit good and hard and wet using mainly my thumb. I could actually press my thumb far enough in to shove on her cervix, and pretty hard too.

       When I pushed my cock into her, it was almost like a yawn. I had something else in mind and I couldn't wait to watch her try to de-nail her mother's nipple. I can't say I was bored, it was just that I was following through with what I'd promised her, when I'd rather be violating her for serious. It only took about twenty strokes, maybe three minutes, and my juice soaked her inside, so now she was wetter than she was wet before.

       I stayed inside her for a couple of minutes more, and then popped out of her.

       'That was pretty good. I mean, it'll have to be a lot better when we do it again, but..'

       'There won't be another time, so you can forget about that. I let you rape me. So it's over. I want to get up.'

       'You know, there's a contradiction there, in that, about you letting me rape you. If you let me....'

       'I just want to get up.'

       'So, who's stopping you?'

       I let her crawl back up onto her feet and she was unsteady. She figured she'd been really fucked and violated, and for me it had just been routine. I know I've voiced this politically incorrect opinion before, but simple penetration was child's play for me, and I didn't even count it as rape. That's what good looking bitch cunts were made for, so they all might as well just lie down in a row with their twats exposed, and let us deviants do a cunt ramp, like a slurp ramp, for the ones who like to suck unknown cocks blissfully.

       I felt she was pretending to be more violated than she was, which meant she was up to a motive again, which turned out not to be much of one.

       'Let me put my clothes back on. I don't like being naked in front of you.'

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       'What about your mother, look at her. She's even more naked than you are.'

       I suppose it was another contradiction, or a non-starter, they both had nothing on, so how could there be degrees of nakedness? I suppose again, it was related to vulnerability and abuse already absorbed, and what I knew of the mother's constitution that I didn't know of her daughter's yet. It just seemed she was more exposed, maybe just because she was more injured, up until then.

       'I don't know what you mean, but I want to cover her up too. Where are her clothes?'

       'Never mind. I suppose you can put yours back on.'

       She looked really relieved, almost thankful and looked around to where they'd been scattered, to go and fetch them.

       'But just your underwear.' I intoned.

       'I. No. Please...'

       'Just the bra and panties, or nothing at all.'

       What she failed to understand was, that a woman dressed like that, can be even more erotic than when naked. The way the fabric supports and hides and protects. The promise of the hidden. What is more stimulating than shiny silk panties pulled tight into a woman's crease? And a bra that just lets a hint of nipple show? Fuck was she making a mistake, and I was glad to let her make it.

       She retrieved her briefs first, it seems they always want to get the vagina protected first, like it's a priority and wriggled into them up to her knees.

       'Turn around. Face me. I want to see this.'

       She kept her back to me, in defiance, and had them up over her ass, which made her cheeks shiny lavender.

       'What, you can't fucking hear. Take them down again.'

       She half turned to face me, to comply and slid them down to her thighs and started back up with them.

       'No. No, all the way off.'

       She resisted but got them clear of her feet and again went to put them back on.

       I had her going around in panty circles and she was like a puppet on my string, which I suppose her mother'd already been.

       

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       'Hand them to me. Next time you'll listen. Just put your bra on now.'

       She struggled to walk the five feet, with her hand outstretched, to give me the prize. I took them and wiped them across my face, especially under my nose.

I stood up and put them on. They cupped my half-soft cock nicely. She looked so dismayed, that she'd had the chance and now lost it because of her stubbornness and failure to comprehend.

       'Please. Don't wear them. They're mine. I..Please.'

       I was surprised it mattered so much to her. Maybe her boyfriend cross dressed or something, but she seemed quite distressed.

       'Oh, very well. You can have them back.'

       Now she looked moderately happy again, like relieved once more. Talk about a roller coaster of emotions and facial expressions and body language.

       'But I'll put them back on you.'

       The roller coaster went fast down the hill, like Jack and Jill's Jill.

       'No. I don't want. No.'

       'Come over here. You said you wanted them on, and that's what you're going to get, so get the fuck over here.'

       It took about a minute for her to cover five feet, which wasn't a land speed record, for a reluctant cunt, but it was terrific to watch. Now she was right before me, standing uncertain and recalcitrant.

       'Take them off me.'

       She squirmed.

       'Get them off me.'

       She tried to do it standing up, but knew she'd have to crouch down.

       She tried to move to my side to do it.

       'Face me. Fucking dead on, face me.'

       She could smell a rat or was it just my pulsating dick before her?

       She slid them down and my bigger boner flopped out right in front of her mouth, and hung there waiting.

       'Don't you fucking move a hair.'

       She knew. She fucking knew.

       I put my hands to her hair on top, and gripped.

       I turned her face up towards my grin and my leer.

       'Anytime. Anytime you're ready cunt.'

       She just wouldn't open her yap.

       'Show me those beautiful white teeth of yours. I want to see them all lined up in a row.'

       She half did as she was instructed.

       'If you don't open up wide, I'll fucking knock them out. They won't be lined up any more, that's for sure.'

       Now I could see her tonsils, or more where they would have been.

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       My cock just sort of drifted into her mouth, slid its way in and found the back of her throat.

       'OK, sweets. Do your thing. Do your... Fucking felate me and do it good.'

       And I'd have to say she wasn't half bad. She'd done it before, and we both knew I knew. Even her mother could tell.

       I didn't have a lot of jizz left then, but I gave her a little spurt.

       I pulled her face to me, kissed her like I cared, like as if to thank her, and she was done with her dirty duty.

       'Hey, that was great. That was fucking fantastic. You're pretty good at that. Your boyfriend must.. You think your mother'd be as good as you?'

       'What choice did I have. You'd just have hurt me, or my mother worse, so I did what I had to do. What I knew you'd want.'

       'Good for you. Good little sex slave, you're becoming. Now get your panties all the way off me so I can put them back on you.'

       She crouched down again to comply and reluctantly handed them to me.

       I stooped down before her and she lifted one foot off the ground and I fed her panty hole over her foot. Of, course, then the same for the other. Now I slowly looked up. Right into her pussy and her hang out stuff. She knew I was appraising it.

       How could I use it?

       How could I abuse it?        

       How could I torture it, what novel way?

       And how would I end up cutting it off?

       She knew I was leering at it, but had no idea of the depth of the depravity, or the graveness or severity, of my thinking.

       She probably thought I was thinking to oral it, like she'd just done to me, which I was too.

       I slid my face right into her crotch and the thing tickled my nose. It smelled like ultra-sex. I nosed her, the way cats do, and it got closer to my teeth. I opened wide and sucked on it like it was a big straw and I was trying to get the juice out of it, which wasn't far from the truth. I swear I could suck it back two inches into my gullet. Which is where I clamped my teeth down onto it. It would have been like biting a soggy pretzel off, it would have been that easy and she sensed I was thinking to shorten her, even like clean and tidy her up. I came so close, it amazed me I could stop. I yanked her briefs tight up into her V and now she was protected and covered. She'd never know how close she came to losing it, right there and then, and I just barely knew myself. Anyhow, she still had it and I still had it to toy with and to focus on later.

       And I must say, even if I do congratulate myself, did I ever give it the attention later. In a way no sane person could imagine. And no, I didn't just remove it.

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       With her panties in place, I gave her a moderate, pretend punch in her cunt lips. She doubled over and I shoved her back and she fell, like tumbled on top of her mother again.

       Her mother was wide aware now, and had been pretty quiet for the past while. But not now, she started right in.

       'Stop hitting her. Don't hit her like that. You filthy bastard, making her suck on you like that.'

       'Mom, look out, I can't...'

       She crashed onto her belly.

       'Mandy. Mandy, watch out for my breast. It's hurt really bad.'

       'Mom. OK. Let me get off.'

       (Great choice of words, I chuckled to myself.)

       'OK, yes.'

       She couldn't get her shoulder off her mother's bunged tit and ended up applying most of her upper body weight to the pierced and torn nipple.

       'Oww. Ouch. It hurts. You're hurting me. Mandy, get off, please.'

       Well this was just spectacular. Some how the cord attached to the nipple nail got wrapped around the kid's arm at her elbow. She didn't really see it, or if she did, didn't understand the significance of it. She managed to roll of her mother and went to get upright when her mother hollered like stink. The cord pulled her tit out extra far and Mandy's back was to her, so she had to swing around to see what all the fuss was about. I was almost laughing, and was certainly gleeful inside my groin.

       'Fuck bitch, you're doing my work for me. I'm the one supposed to be doing that.'

       She let off the line pressure, the instance she could see what it was causing and they just sort of sobbed together. It was touching to watch them, comforting and assuring each other.

       "Blessed assurance, your cunts are mine. Oh what a foretaste, of glory divine." I knew my hymns and their real meanings.

       'OK. ladies. That's enough of the loving each other. (Now there was another idea, I'd have to explore, make them behave like lesbos together. Make them suck and fuck each other. But that wasn't for now.)

       'So you see, what just happened, get rid of the cord and take the fucking nail out of her. That way no more accidents will happen.'

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       I'd gotten up to see if I could be of any assistance untangling them, but my hands weren't needed any more. I slapped Mandy's ass and handed her, her bra.

       'Here, you wanted to put this back on, didn't you.'

       She didn't say a word, just took it and got her jugs re-cupped.

       'OK. Now it's your show. You've got your panties back on, and you've got that back on, so you've got what you wanted, so give me what I want.'

       They both looked at me, and Mandy replied. 'You have to let a doctor do it. I can't, that won't hurt her worse.'

       Her mother chimed in to concur. 'Yes, she's right. Please consider how bad it'll be.'

       'But you've taken the pain stuff, the Demerol, so stop whining and get to it. It should be working by now.'

       It could take anywhere from two to four hours, and it'd only been one hour, but that wasn't of concern to me. In fact it was better.

       It would hurt worse than she thought it did.

       She'd think the pain was being numbed when, in fact, it wasn't.'

       Now that, I'd call perverse and just plain miserable of me.

       'No, please. I don't think it'll be strong enough.' Mom pleaded.

       'I don't give a fuck, flying or otherwise, get to it or I'll just yank it out.'

       I started for the cord.

       'OK.' Mandy interjected. 'OK. OK. OK. Alright.'

       'Good. You finally got smart, but you were smart all along so you just must have thought you could avoid it. Well you can't. As you see, you can't. And you can't avoid me either, as your cunt just found out.'

       'Mom, how should I do it?'

       'I don't know. It's all so tender and painful, just try with the cord. To get the cord unwound, or unknotted or however you have to.'

       'OK. Yes. OK. Let me start then.'

       She went to take her breast tenderly in her fixing hands and I told them to stop.

       'Hold it.'

       'What now?' They both said like a duet, in fear filled unison.

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       'I want to see this, like close up. I think it'll be better with her across the desk on her back.'

       They both glared at me dismayed.

       'Come on. get her up and over here.'

       They knew, by now, there wasn't much point in arguing, since they'd end up having to do it anyway, except be hurt more, if they'd resisted. Mandy grappled her mother to her feet and half carried, half dragged her to the desk. She hiked her bare ass up onto the edge of it and rolled her down and across it being extra careful not to pull on her nipple line again. It was sweet how the line had dragged along behind them on the floor like a good little trained puppy dog leash. I was tempted to give it a yank, or at least hold my foot on it, but passed on the notions.

       She positioned her mother pretty well center on the desk and coiled the line gently beside her. I pulled up a chair, with my pistol in one hand, and my other pisstol in the other, to watch the entertainment about to unfold.

       Mandy took hold of her mother's tit and carefully inspected how the line was knotted around the nail. It was pulled in horribly tight now, since her mom's full upper body weight had yanked on the knot and closed it even more. The reefer was buried under the pointed end of the nail and was hidden by it. She'd have to pull it, to the side of the nail, to even start to undo it. But with it buried in her mom's tit flesh, how could she do it? She went to try and took the whole matter into her fingers gingerly. Her mom squealed out and Mandy'd barely started.

       Fuck was it sweet and going to be sweeter.

       'Mandy, God. It's so tender. It's cut in to me. Please, what now?'

       'I don't know.' She replied to her and then asked me.'Please give me a small knife or some scissors. I think there are some in her desk drawers somewhere. Please let me look.'

       I shook my head and answered, 'Uh. Uh. Just your fingers. No tools. You might want to try your teeth, but I don't know how that'd work either.'

       Removing the line, just might be the impossible mission, I gloated to myself. But I knew there was another way, to get the nail out, and wondered how long it would take them to figure it out.

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       Mandy tried every possible combination of trying to re-position the knot and after about ten tries, actually managed to get it slid to the side of the nail so she could clearly see how the knot was tied. The thing about a reef knot is that it locks in on itself. It will not slip under any circumstances and the line would break before the knot gave way.

       She tried to pick at it with her finger nails but her mom shrieked every time she tried to pull it away, from being imbedded in her flesh, so she could get her nails into it.

       It was like she was trying to get the yoke out of an egg without breaking it. You make a big enough hole in the end, the yoke might come out, but by then not much of the egg would be left. Mandy could see it wasn't going to work so entreated me.

       'I've tried. Look, I've tried for over ten minutes and all I've managed to do is slide the knot, you've tied, it must be some kind of slip knot, a little bit to the side, so I can see it. But I can't undo it. It's pulled too tight. Can't you see?'

       'So whose problem is that? It's not mine.' I said cold heartedly.

       'But you tied it up, you made it in the first place, so you know how it comes undone. Tell me how you undo it.'

       'It's a reef knot. It can't be undone.'

       'If you knew this, then why didn't you say. Why did you make me think?...'

       She gave me the shit-list look again.

       'Because you enjoy watching me, trying to do the impossible, as you say? Don't you? That's it.'

       'Fucking right, it's been a hoot.'

       'You're so mean and inhuman. I despise you. I hate you and we both despise you. I can't do what's impossible, nobody can.'

       'But you can get the nail out.'

       'What? How? How can I?'

       'Just pull it out. Grab onto the head and extract it like a tooth.'

       'But that'd be worse than with the cord off. So much worse.'

       'But you can't get the cord off, so what other choice do you have?'

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       'But help me, you have to help then, if you've made it impossible.'

       I appeared to take pity on her.

       'OK, Alright. I'll give you a break.'

       I went and retrieved another finishing nail, just like the one through her mom's tit. I handed it to Mandy.

       'What's this for?'

       'I'll let you use it to pick at the knot. Once you get the knot started to loosen, then you'll be able to undo it the rest of the way.'

       She accepted it willingly.

       'But there's just one catch, before you can utilize it.'

       'What? What, then, now?'

       'I want you to...Hold on.'

       I spied a wooden box, a fancy one like a treasure chest that was about four inches high and three inches wide and a foot long. It looked like a case for something expensive. I got it and found it empty which didn't matter. I handed it to Mandy.

       'What? What in God's name are you up to?'

       I was elated at the prospects of what I was up to.

       'I want you to put the box between your mother's legs, right at the top. Press it against her cunt like you're trying to shove it up into her.'

       (A box in her box. Ha. Ha.)

       'I will not. Are you totally sick?'

       I picked up the neatly coiled line, on the desk, attached to her mom's tit.

       'Fine then. We'll settle this here, right now.'

       I started to un-coil the line.

       'No. Don't. Don't do that. OK. Yes. OK. Here, look here.'

       She did exactly as I wanted.

       'So mom, Stephanie fucking therapist, I want you to hold still. Keep your hips very still. It's very important to the health of your daughter.'

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       'You're a maniac. How can you enjoy, how can you like it, controlling us this way?'

       'Get it clear, bitch, I'm not controlling you, I'm cuntrolling you. Cunt. Cunt. Cuntrolling you both. Both your fucking vaginas. So, fuck the thing that matters now is that you not lose control, or you could lose it all. I'll kill her, I'll kill your bitch cunt daughter, right in front of your eyes, if you don't co-operate fully.'

       She looked like she understood.

       'And you Mandy, I want you to position, I want you to lay the stuff hanging out of your mother's cunt, I want you to lay it along the top of the box, like it's on display.

       Now that was more than sweet to behold as she pulled the worm long and laid it there like bait.

       I studied mom closely. The job Mandy'd done, and ran my finger along it. I'd swear she even contracted the way a worm does if you touch it. Even little ridges formed on the brain-like surface. Fuck, it had a mind, and some sense of its own self. It was like spectacular and fascinating and, oh, such a target.

       'Perfect. Just beautiful.' I enthused. 'I fucking love it and I love you. (I patted the older woman's crotch.) and, of course, I love you too, Mandy. Here, come here and give me a kiss.'

       She trundled the three steps to where I was and held her mouth out and closed her eyes. She looked silly, because it was forced. I brushed her lips with mine and dropped down to my knees to kiss her other lips through her underwear. As I pressed my face into her silk, I put the nail into her hand and stood up all ready.

       She looked at her hand and looked at me and said, 'What are you up to? Tell me what?'

       'I want you to put the point of the nail to your mother's cunt shit on top of the box.'

       'No. No. No way, never.'

       'Come on, just do it. You know you'll have to anyway.'

       It took her five minutes to put the point just where I wanted it, about dead center, half way down her cunt tongue dick.

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       'Mom. Mom, I don't know what to do. I don't know what he wants me to do.'

       'It's OK sweetheart, I love you and I'll do anything for you to keep you safer. You know that, don't you? So it's OK. Just do as he says.'

       But nobody said anything, just waiting breathless for my next utterance. But go figure, a nail pressed to her cunt appendage and it pressed to a hard surface, it shouldn't take much perverted imagination to glean the next move, like an obvious check-mate.

       'Push it in.'

       'No, no. I won't. You want me to pierce her don't you? The same way you did her breast.'

       I interrupted her, 'I didn't do her tit, I did her nipple and her breast just got in the way, just got a bit of it.'

       'No, what? '

       'But no, not exactly the same.' I continued, 'but pretty much the same, so shove it in her.'

       'Mom. Mom.' She wailed.

       'Don't look to her. Talk to me.'

       I'd had my little hand gun and held it to Mandy's sweet temple.

       'I'm gonna blow your fucking mind all over her crotch, if you don't do it, and start pushing it through.'

       Mom begged.

       Her.

       'Mandy, do it. Honey, do it. It'll be OK. It won't kill me, but I think he'll kill you, so just do it, but do it fast.'

       'Good for you mom, now that's an idea. Yeah, do it fast. - Hold on again.'

       I was back to my briefcase and came back with a small ball pene hammer and put it in Mandy's other hand.

       'What good's a nail without a hammer? So hit it, one good fast wack, and hit it.'

       'No. Absolutely not. No. You're impossible. I will not. I refuse.'

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       Mom piped up again, 'Honey, yes do it. That way it'll be fast, that way. When I count to three, just do it.'

       'Mom. Oh, please. I love you.'

       'One..'

       'Mom. I love you.' She wailed.

       'Look, ladies, this is all very sweet, but Mandy here needs to know something.'

       'God, you're horrid. What possibly now?' That was Mandy speaking.

       'Well, I need you to think about it, to analyze it, the box underneath is wooden. I want you to smack it, the nail hard enough with the hammer to drive the nail into the wood so it stays.'

       Mandy pretty well got the picture right off, then the box would be nailed to her box and it wouldn't come free. And all this was just so she could use the nail point to pick at the cord knot cutting into her mom's distorted nipple.

       'But I won't be able to use the nail, like you said then.'

       She thought she had me.

       But ever the boy scout, be prepared.

       For the unusual and unforeseen circumstances.

       Expect the unexpected, as they so aptly say.

       'Not to worry, I've got lots more.'

       'Oh, oh, God. This is a nightmare.'

       'And you're the star of it screaming wide awake, so go to it.'

       She accepted the hammer and held it like a woman who hadn't done much hammering, and look how she was about to learn the skills involved.

       'No, no, you stupid cunt, hold it at the end of the handle, not close to the middle. That way you get more swing and better impact, like more power to it then.'

       She did as she was told and just barely could lift the head of the two pound hammer. She couldn't hardly raise it, but knew she had to. She hated that hammer and wanted to hit it.

       Now she was crying and her mom was weeping and both of their similar faces contorted the same beautiful way.

       They convulsed in revulsion in unison.

       They looked like the theater masks, the happy and sad ones, only both were sad and anguished.

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       She took her big swing and she missed.

       Well not exactly.

       She missed the nail on the head.

       She hammered her mom in the labia to the side of her clit.

       Mom exploded upward and daughter exploded sideways.

       'Mom, I'm sorry. Jesus. Christ.  How could I miss?'

       'I suppose you were nervous.' I offered her as an explanation.

       Mom was wailing. Her nub was plenty bruised and ruptured a bit.

       'Shit, cunt, what're you trying to do, rupture her G spot. Fuck, if you want to do that, I'll get the pliers for that. (And I did have a pair in my case) Want me to get them?'

       She just mewled at me and postured, but pathetically, and her tears were down to her tits by now, in a salty rivulet. And her hair was a mess. She was a mess. She looked ever so beautiful.

       'No. No, God. No, no, no...' Her no's just trailed off.

       'So line it all up and try again. You've heard of the forty wacks, like Lizzie Borden with the axe, well it's Mandy with the hammer, so that's just fine with me if you have to try forty, or more, times. So take your best shot. Take your best shots.'

       She focused and concentrated through her tear-blurred vision and sobbed and trembled and got everything just like before and after holding her breath for what seemed like forever, she slugged the nail right on the head. It drove through mom's cunt stuff and right through the thin wood of the box top but didn't split it.

       (It split her mom's cunt stuff but not the box top - to clarify the scene.)

       I must say, I could not have done it, executed it (and she did execute it) any better myself. I was proud of her resolve to do the right thing, to do her mom right.

       'Excellent. Excellent. Just fucking, fucking perfect. You'd make a good carpenter. You learn fast. Think your mom'd hire you? Seemed you liked doing it. Did it with gusto.'

       She'd had enough.

       I'd pushed her enough.

       She boiled inside and then boiled over.

       The hammer was still in her hand and she swung it at me.

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       I wasn't watching, at least, not that, since mom's new crotch fascinated me so much, so Mandy could surprise me.

       And she did surprise me.

       She caught my forearm and the gun was knocked free. She swung again and just missed, but bashed the desk top, barely missing her mother's head.

       I bolted away, but away from the gun too, and she was closer to it.

       Fuck and a hundred more fucks, was it all going to end this way?

       She got to the gun and went to fire at me, aimed right for my twisted mind, but the safety was on. She tried again, with no result. The trigger wouldn't budge, so she looked to see what she needed to do, to be able to kill me. I'd say I had about two seconds and I used them wisely. Mom's desk chair was nearest to me, so I grabbed it up and charged towards Mandy with it above my head. She pulled back, still trying to release the safety catch, she'd found. Luckily, she was trying to maneuver it the wrong way. She was still out of my swinging distance, but mom was right there before me.

       I smashed the chair to her chest.

       Mandy looked on in horror, not heading the gun anymore.

       Mom had passed out, as to be expected, when the nail did its thing, so she couldn't even raise her arms to deflect the blow.

       It smashed her tits good and I went to do another.

       'Drop the gun or I'll smack her skull. I'll cave her fucking brains in.'

       Now Mandy had to decide.

       I figured her mom had about two seconds to live. Would Mandy use her two seconds well too?

       Indeed she did. She threw the gun to me. I grabbed it up off the floor and released the safety and shoved the barrel hard against her mom's labia.

       And fucking fired.

       It all was a screaming frenzy, and very fast paced.

       It was just a little measly twenty-two but it did the job good.

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       It powder burned her fuzz and the blood exploded out of her, like a splatting geyser.

       Mandy came at me, to grab the gun away so I wouldn't shoot her mom again - there.

       We struggled a bit and I managed to bury the short barrel into her tit, but sideways and the trigger went off. Her tit puffed out, like a bull frog's throat when it croaks, and the neatest little holes appeared on both sides of her jug, the entry wound and just a slightly larger exit wound.

       Mandy looked bewildered, more than shocked and didn't pass out, It was all tit fatty tissue, the bullet had passed through, so there wasn't much resistance. Not to say it didn't hurt plenty, it's just that the slug cauterized the hole as it made it, so there wasn't much blood either. Now she seemed further enraged that I'd dare decorate her tit that way. A tattoo was OK, but a bullet hole, no fucking way, simply not acceptable.

       She was like in denial and went to pummel me again. She must have thought she was super woman or she wasn't thinking at all. I shot her same tit through again.

       (God I could get used to this, I thought.)

       I didn't wait for her to explode at me again. She was too full of adrenalin. I shot her in the knee cap and that did it. She collapsed to the floor, unable to stand and unable to stay conscious.

       So that'd been a work out.

       The fast and the furious, you might say.

       And now I had two unconscious wounded cunt bitches at my disposal.

       I also had back my control and I intended to make them really pay now.

        This had been the appetizer and now came the entree.

       I yanked mom down off the desk roughly, dumping her onto the floor in a heap. I kicked her a couple of times, but not sexually. The box nailed to her box broke, but the top of it was still affixed to her by the new nail.

       I pulled her out flat, facing up on the floor.

       I did the same with Mandy, laid right beside her mother.

       I pulled up my chair and just sat there looking down on them, the most beautiful fucking sights I'd seen in a long time. Sight seeing, just fucking right.

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       Mother and daughter, side by side, bashed and bruised and much worse. They looked so similar and inviting and then my eyes rested on how similar their extra cunt-out parts were. I suppose you could call them spare parts. And spare parts tend to be non-essential, like even disposable. There had to be something. There had to be some way to punish them for having such untidy cunts.

       It didn't take me long to figure it out.

       I cut me off a three foot length of the cord I'd used on mom's tit. I was to her crotch. I knelt down before her and fingered the nail through her business. I fed the line around her cunt worm just below where it came out of her major labia and tied a knot tight around it. I pulled really hard and it constricted it severely, and the rest of it became like an engorged balloon, which was sort of funny, because it was a balloon with a nail through it, like sort of a contradiction.  I tugged on the line and it wouldn't slip and I could have yanked the thing right off with a hard pull. I made it go in circles a few times. And the box top followed perfectly.

       And then I was to Mandy. I tied the other end of the line to her the same way, but now only left about a foot of line between their joined body parts. Her worm was a bit smaller, but I had no trouble getting it firmly tied off and as it ballooned out, I pinched her hard and I think I could have exploded her. I tied another six foot piece of line to the middle of the line connecting them. I sat there waiting for them to revive and pulled on the longer line a few times to watch their worms jerk up right together. They were both on my strings.

       I could pretty well guarantee a scream fest was on the menu now and that was an under-estimation.

       Mom came to first and right off knew something extra was wrong. She dragged her head up to look down at her crotch and didn't see the line at first.          She just saw the box top nailed to her out stuff.

       The she saw the line across her leg going to her daughter and groggily took hold to remove it.

       There was no doubt, she knew then, what it was all about.

       'Oh, no. What the bloody Hell. What is this? What have you done to us?'

       'Look for yourself. You're not joined at the hip, you're joined at the clits. Well, not quite, but almost. You're joined at the cunts, that's for sure.' I said proudly like it was a special accomplishment. Which I believed it was. I'd never seen it done before or had the opportunity to do it before this.

       I thought it was pretty original and pretty.

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       Mandy was coming to now.

       'Oh God. My knee and my breast. Why did you shoot me in my knee? What the? What's this?'

       She grabbed at the line to get it away and mom cried out, 'Mandy don't.'

       It was too late. She yanked on it and her worm exploded.

       And mom's did too.

       'What? What? What have you done?'

       'You mother already knows. Take a good look for yourself.'

       So, now you want to see abject disbelief and horror, that was Mandy's beautiful twisted face. She could see it, but she couldn't absorb it. How could anyone have created such a perverse and perverted situation for them to be in?

       Was there no limit to the depth of my depravity, the depth of its well?

       To me it was swell.

       And now it was time to get serious.        

       To put the ante over the top.

       'I want you to stand up, both of you.'

       The implications were instantly apparent.

       How could they, with their cunts tied so close together, which meant something would have to give, and not like donations to the Red Cross or Goodwills.

       What did I care that they couldn't stand up, they had to if they wanted to stay alive?

       'If you two don't want to die right here, right now, stand the fuck up.'

       I have to give them credit, they tried to figure it out. First they determined there was only a foot of line stretched between them. They both tried to pull the line off their cunt dicks but could see pretty quickly it was futile and besides it hurt too much. It was a hoot watching them try to undo the knots, first their own and then each other's. I'd used the impenetrable reef knots again. I offered them both a nail, to pick at the knots, and they both tried that, but the nail points kept slipping off the knots and they kept stabbing their own pussy parts. That novelty soon wore off for them.

       Masochists, they weren't, but I was the penultimate sadist in their lives.

       Their chapters were about to close.

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       Then they rolled on to their sides to face each other and embraced each other tightly and tried to twist up into a sitting position. The moment they had to push their legs out to clear each other, the line stretched them good and they fell back groaning. They tried the same thing, not fully facing each other, but at more of a right angle to each other. It looked like it could work, but they kept falling back, when the stretch hurt too much. They finally realized they were never going to get up, where they were, in the middle of the floor. Even I could see it.

       'Why don't you get over to a wall and use it to push your backs up against?' I offered.

       They were about to do it anyway and it was really something to watch them working together to cover the seven feet to a clear wall. They were like an awkward inch worm. First one half moves six inches and then the other caught up. Then another six inches, and so on and so on. But they did get there about as fast as the snail would have.

       Now it worked. After a couple of tries they were standing full up and closely facing and embracing each other. It was like they were proud and relieved that they had succeeded.

       They should have stayed down.

       'Come over here. Come on and dance over here, like a slow dance.'

       I tugged on the line, attached to the line, and their worms both stretched towards me, like twins on a mission. Like little unicorn horns and it sure made me horny too.

       They shimmied and wiggled and shuffled their feet a few inches at a time until they were right before my chair and my naked standing dick.

       I stood up, all powerful and in control of them and took each of their heads in my hands and kissed them one after the other.

       They didn't want to.

       'Come on, right on the lips, both of you.'

       I gave them really loving like kisses because I felt so sorry for them. They had no fucking idea what was to come. Plus I was so excited and pumped with my own invincibility. With my destructive powers. My power to destroy a little tiny sexual part of them both.

       I ran my hands over their bodies and pried into each of their sphincters.

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       'I'm going to ass fuck each one of you now.'

       'No. God no, You can't.' They wailed in unison.

       They soon saw I could.

       I shove my pecker way deep into mom's rectum and banged her up and down hard. It bounced her daughter too. I pulled out abruptly, before I jizzed her. I had a better idea.

       My ball peen hammer weighed over two pounds and I tied it to the line, tied to the line, joining their cunts and then let it hang down. Their cunt shit supported the weight of the hammer, and they were nicely stretched. And they objected.

       I shoved back into mom's ass and gave her the juice in about five minutes.

       'That was decent. - Mandy, I'll get to you in a few minutes but I need to tell you my plans. What your next challenge is.'

       'This had to be it. Finish what you said and let us go.' Mandy was giving the orders now, or so she wanted to believe.

       'Well, sort of, I can. One of you's going to go, and one's going to stay.'

       'No? What?'

       'I want you two to separate. I want you apart again. So I can get at your cunts to fuck them again.'

       'Uh? No. You'll have to let us then.' Mandy said.

       'No. No. You pull yourselves apart. Like a tug of war. A cunt tug of war, and the one with the weakest cunt, the weakest cunt stuff hanging out, loses, and loses her life. She fucking dies.'

       Their brains could not absorb it. How in God's good earth could this bad thing be happening to them. They'd never nightmared such a thing and now it was their wide awake screaming dream.

       I was ready to ass fuck Mandy and did her in about ten minutes. She protested but was more preoccupied with what I'd said about murdering one of them.

       After about ten minutes, out of Mandy, I wanted then to get on with gettin' on.

       'OK ladies, this is it. I want you to separate.'

       They wouldn't even try.

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       I took hold of the line, still connected to mom's pierced tit and viciously yanked on it. Her tit pulled way out to the side and they almost lost their balances. She screamed full right into her daughter's terrified face. Still they made no effort to separate their cunts.

       I put the gun to mom's head, and told her, 'If you don't fucking try to pull away from her, I'm going to put another bullet through her tit.'

       She knew I was killing them. A frenzy was taking on a life of its own.

       She made a feeble attempt and I nestled the barrel about an inch back of Mandy's areola and gave her another tit hole.

       'Now it's your turn.'

       I put the barrel right to the nail through her nipple and blasted it out. It tore the end off her tit and she went to collapse. Mandy had to hold her up or they'd both fall to the ground and the line would rip one of them lose.

       But her mother was so heavy, Mandy wouldn't be able to support her for very long.

       And I just watched her struggle until she couldn't any more. It was about ten glorious minutes before they crumpled to the ground and became separated.          I had no idea whose cunt was ripped.

       It was Mandy's.

       She'd screamed from her guts as it tore off her, and passed out too, to join her unconscious mother.

       The fucking end of her cunt stuff, I picked it up to keep as a souvenir. It had a bit of the insides of her outer labia attached to it also, so she was bleeding, maybe to death, I figured.

       Soon there was so much blood about her crotch, I couldn't make out much of her detail anymore.

       But mom was OK.

       At least cuntwise.

       She came too and even though her nipple was gone, it was when she saw her precious daughter, and all the blood about her pussy, that she freaked.

       She screamed and wheedled at me to get her to a hospital.

       I refused.

       'She's not going to live. You can see that. Besides, why would she want to with her cunt like that. Look, her thing like yours, here it is.'

       I showed it to her about six inches from her eyes.

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       Her face twisted all up in anguish at her beautiful, capable daughter's cunt part being trust in front of her.

       'Should I eat it. I think I'll eat it.'

       Mom was going into mental shock.

       'No. I better not. I want to keep it, and yours too.'

       Without warning, I took hold of the loose end of the line and ripped it out and away from her. It took three hard yanks and the line pulled free with the piece of her still attached. And the top of the wooden box came along too with the nail still piercing the detached piece.

       She passed right out again.

       And that was pretty well it for them.

       I didn't even try to stem the bleeding.

       This had all been a new experience for me.

       I'd spiraled out of control in the violence frenzy and it was special.

       There was no point in transporting them, since there'd be nothing worth while left to fuck.

       By the same token, I wasn't one to leave evidence.

       I'd prefer no one know the extent of the indignities and tortures I visited upon victims. That is, other than other new victims. I loved showing them pictures of my handyworks, so they could see what to expect. But that was for their wide eyes only and skeletons may show broken bones but they don't reveal severed nipples or mutilated cunts and the like.

       I loved what I did, but was ashamed anyone else should know the extent of my degeneration. Besides, some crimes are so heinous, it gives the police extra incentive to solve them. I supposed this one qualified. I suppose all of mine did. And the thing is, the cops are smart enough without being egged on to become even smarter or more determined. Only an ego-maniac taunts them and I wasn't that kind of maniac.

       When I'd come in through the sub-basement access, I'd noticed barrels of acetone with 'highly flammable' warnings on them. There looked to be a couple of dozen five gallon steel pails. There were two red containers of gas also.

       There were handling carts down there too, and in about half an hour I had all the acetone and the gas into her office.

       They were both dead by the time I returned with the second load. I knelt down and cut three nipples off them. Mandy had some labia left on her left side, so I sliced it off too. I stabbed their corpses several times, just to feel how they punctured. They were quite a mess by now so my work was pretty well done.

       I laid Mandy on top of her mother, like in a last embrace.

       I collected everything of mine and splashed five pails of the fluid all around her office. I took another pail for each and poured it right on them. I set the rest of the containers right beside the bodies, like big sticks of dynamite, or powder kegs.

       I had to work fast. Acetone evaporates fairly fast, but there was so much of it, and evaporation meant it was in the air, like a vapor bomb.

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       I used the gasoline to leave a stream all the way out of her office, under the door and down the hall, into the stairwell and partway down the concrete stairs. I kept the containers, they were always handy to have. This building was built like a fortress and I figured the blast would push outward, towards the windows, and be contained mostly to her office. I'd soon know if I was right.

       I lit the stream and ran like stink.

       I was into my van and pulling out of the abandoned exit when the sky lit up. It was like an oil well fire, an inferno, and there'd be nothing but bones of them left. No flesh would remain.

       I passed the fire engines and the cops careening to get to the scene.

       I drove carefully and nobody noticed me.

       It'd been a night I'd never forget.

       Almost six hours of ecstasy -

       Six hours of banging them,

       That ended with a bigger bang.