Terry

Terry

Chap 7

by roccodadom44

roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

  Terry was almost giddy driving with Peter, she could tell her lover was primed for action against her husband. Peter was telling her about the cool idea he had to fuck up Dan with. He had a pile of fireworks he thought would petrify a blindfolded hubby. Terry was amused but said sincerely "Peter I want to see you beat him senseless with your fists, I want him manhandled," Peter knew he would do this for her. "I want him beaten silly while I tell him about me and you, our lives together after you kill him" raged the turned on Terry. "Fuck ya" screamed Peter, "Im gonna fuck that fat turd up." The elated couple, on arriving at Peters house, immediately headed to the bedroom for a passionate brutal fuck. They fucked violently, as if preparing for the bloodletting to come. After showering they grabbed the fireworks, along with a propane torch,hit the road to Terrys husbands farewell party. "Whats with the blow torch?" Terry asked excitedly as they drove. "I really need to hurt him before hes gone, Terry" answered Peter, seriously. "I hope you dont think Im a madman or something, but I feel like I need to make that fat bastard pay for making you miserable." "I understand, baby" replied Terry, "I love you more for what you are about to do, want to savor this special bond between us."  "This is so deep and serious" sighed Peter, Terry pointed out, laughingly, "Its a little more serious for my scumbag husband." And they held hands and each was completely focused,more, completely committed to the coming festivities.

      John and Becky had already picked up Dr Tom and Lisa, the King and Queen of the nighborhood social circle, and they had called Sal,the stunningly violent italian undertaker, who said he would get the hearse to make everything official. Dr Tom told John and Becky he had the forms for the death certificate and it would be no problem. When they got to the house they approached the shed aggressively, The foursome were all on edge sexually. There was little difference from their approach to Dan and a pack of lions attacking a hobbled gazelle, full on violence. John and Tom had the trembling, disoriented Dan on his feet and out in front of the ladies in record time. They were all laughing and pointing out their favorite marks on his abused, fat body. "I want my wife, I want my wife" bawled Dan and Becky spat in his face and screamed "your wife hates you, we all hate you." And with no forethought, Becky drove her knee into Dans battered balls, summoning all her hate for him acclumulated over the three years they were neighbors, drove her knee with super force. They all heard the breath leave Dans body as he collapsed on the lawn. "Jesus hes an ugly fucker" mused Lisa, Tom joined with "what the hell do you think he did with that pathetic thing between his legs." "Nothing at all, which is why Terrys fucking a man and dumping Danny boy" cackled Becky. John suggested they piss him awake, after they suceeded, they cleaned him and made him stand in his living room naked. Becky lightly stroked Dans undersized cock and whispered in his ear "I am going to so enjoy torturing you. You are pathetic, you didnt make the cut shithead. Terrys got herself a real man and she wants her pound of flesh." Just as the emotional overloaded Dan was about to have a beautiful cum, Becky drove her fist into his unprotected sack and Danny boy was doing the dry heave and roll on the floor dance, to everyones amusement. John ordered him up and they were all impressed with his eagerness to obey. They left him standing, shaking with fear, while they had cocktails in the parlour and talked as if it was a friendly neighborhood cocktail party.

     When Peter turned down Terrys street, they both noticed the hearse turning into Terrys driveway. They were overcome with fits of the giggles and Peter had to pull over till they recovered and had a quick facesuck session. "I hope the neighbors arent nosey" said Peter. "Look you cant see the hearse once you get up our driveway,' calmly replied Terry, her mind refusing to allow anything to stop this from happening. "And we want the neighbors down the road to see the hearse leave, we say he died from heart problems and they bake me cakes and shit" Terry finished laughing, her coldness to hubby driving her sexy hot. "You can stay with me for awhile so that we let everything settle" Peter volunteered, Terry was happy as a clam.They got out of the car and introduced themselves to Sal, who would be doing Dans service, seemed positively primed for blood. Terry was hot for his Italian good looks, he looked like he was hung, if the bulge in his pants was true. She laughed to herself at how quickly she was turning into a slut, and chalked it up to the novelty of offing Dan. Sal was very sincere in his thanks to Terry for allowing him to have a hand in her husbands final moments. Terry quickly told him that she wanted him to let loose on Dan, then she shocked all three of them by deep tonguing Sals mouth and then saying, "Im gonna need to be fucked alot today,"  the guys were walking on air as they all headed into Terrys house and history, though Peter was a little annoyed at the huge Italians forwardness with Terry, not enough to challenge him, christ, Sal was a sociopath.

      The living room was boistress and edgy with seven alphas ready to purify their lives of the odious piece of trash in the kitchen. or that was how the keyed up Peter annouced it. When they dragged Dan into the secluded back yard he left a trail of piss he was so petrified. "Uck" cried the ever proper Lisa, "what kind of man pees himself in front of other men?" "Fuck, he aint a man" Peter said calmly and to everyones delight he drove his fist into the fools left temple, Dans head went sideways and he was down, out cold. Terry really could feel juice running dpwn her thighs and this made her feel so content. She knew it was her hubbys last gift to her, then she gailey thought  "Of course I plan on saving his balls for my memories."  When they got asshole up again, they circled him and they all taunted him with the knowledge that he was really going to die at their hands. To everyones disgust and amusement he farted, shitted, pissed, and puked in a most impressive display of cowardness ever exhibited. Not a word was said but when Peter started to demand that Dan fight him over the honor of so fine a woman as Terry, the others were ready for a good old fashion beatdown, the taunting loud, their emotions fever pitched. Danny boy wanted no part of Peter and ran to Terry and sank to his knees and begged, his only real option. As Terry looked down at her hubbys battered face and saw the tears and snots all over, she wondered why she ever thought it was a good idea to marry this loathsome sheep. She recalled one of her friends married a doctor and so she married a doctor of history. She laughed to herself at how sad it was she wasted these years and saw him as noything more than as a conduit to release all her rage so that she could start a real life with Peter. With a look of contempt etched on her face Terry snarled down at the hysterical Dan "My monies on Peter, Your money too, asshole," and everyone got the joke but the dulled Dan who was staring at his wife like she was the source of his salvation. And in a way she was as she would release her husband from his pain shortly.

   Peter made short work of the coward, with three punches Dan laid turtled on the ground. Peter made him kneel and beg Peter to feed him his shit for his last meal. Peter made the fool remove his wedding band and giv it to Peter. To Terrys orgasmic delight Peter made Dan beg to be allowd ot eat his wedding band, it would be buried with him, in his colon. Terry was amused at how much feeling her darling husband put into his begging and she marveled at his lack of balls and his hanging on to the idea that she had any feelings that werent deep smoldering hate for him. She used this thought to tell Peter that she wanted to remove dans balls and Peter quickly said " We have to do that together Terry, while we talk to hubby." "Kind of like a passing of the torch, so to speak" merrily taunted Sal. "Oh fuck this is great" cried Lisa, "Lets hurt the toad somemore," and everyone needed no convincing. The painathon was on and they made him suffer for his lack of manliness. When the guys tied his hands to the dog collar they put on his neck, blindfolded him, Dan kept turning around to try to tell where his tormentors were. As they were all taunting him he didnt hear the firecrackers being lit or coming at him. He did feel them burn him and hear them stun him,  when he went to shreik, John stuffed Beckys dirty panties in the losers mouth. Danny went down, they started throwing the firecrackers so they landed on him. After a few burnt him bloody he got up and they proceeded to all whip him with branches from the nearby roses that the fag had spent so much time growing. Terry loved this irony, Danny bragged his roses endlessly, made sure shithead knew what was ripping him up, not that he seemed to care, as his skin was now one bloody maze of cuts. John had a bag of fertilizer and he and Sal started rubbing the chemicals into Dans bloody broken skin. "I think it might burn a bit" joked Sal as silly Dan went into a squirm and moan hoe down. "Lets see if this burns" joked Peter as he removed a still glowing three inch round burnt stick from the outdoor firepit and roughly jammed it up Dans colon. Terry was fingering her leaking cunt as she watched her fool hop around in complete misery. The stick up his ass was hanging out about a foot and Terry could see the smoke coming off of it and it was cool. The fertilizer had cauterized Dans cuts but now the chemicals were burning dan mightily, his skin blistering all over. Dan continued to hop in pain, like an ugly, rabid bunny, John clocked him with a shovel to the face and he was again down and out, breath raspy, body blistered, wee wee throbbing, fag,. The guys hosed him down and they all marveled at his damaged skin. "Wow" gleamed a very hot Lisa, "hes a fucking mess and we are just getting started," she took the shovel and started smashing dans feet with the sharp edge till he got his sorry ass up, Terry loving how LIsa was queenly, wanted to be in her circle, hoped Lisa would invite her.

     When Dan was up, Peter annouced that it was ball removal time and everyone perked up, except the half mad hubby who understood whos balls were going to be removed. The guys tied him down with his feet back behind his head. Peter explained that this way Danny boy could have a first row seat to the fun. Terry gave Peter a lingering kiss and spat in her soon to be ballless hubbys face and screamed "The clock is ticking asshole. Start pondering your sorry existence cause your lights are going out soon, real soon." And as the happy tormentors laughed and taunted Dan, John went and got several knives and pliers to get at Dans tiny bbs. Dr Tom suggested he give the patient a shot of adrenilin to keep him awake for the good parts, everyone agreed that the bastard should witness his demise alert. So while fully alert and feeling all the considerable pain, his eyes inches from his groin, drooling Dan watched as Peter and Terry opened his ball sack with a serrated kitchen knife and with great fanfare each pulled out a still attached ball. Everyone observed how black and blue and misshapen they were and Dr Tom said they should be pink and round but the abuse adds up. Lisa and Becky then stroked dans tiny pecker, while telling him dirty things and when he started to spurt his two drops of semen, Peter and Terry each ripped one of his balls off the attached nerves. Everyone would always remember the look of changed emotion on the turds face, going from cuming to having your balls torn off in seconds.Terry loved the way they could rip them off inches from her husbands eyes. Sal quickly deposited the removed balls in a jar of formaldahyde. and presented them to Terry as if he was presenting a widow a veterens flag or something. Dr Tom was using the propane torch to cauterize the losers empty ball sack and Dan was awake and feeling it, living his pain to everyones joy.

  Terry reminded Peter that he promised her hubby a last meal and Peter said to everyone "Ive been saving this shit for two days and the fucker will eat every stinking piece of it or I will rip his tongue out." "hear hear" cried Tom, "its about time we cracked the whip on this malodorous bastard",after releasing Dan everyone took up their rose thorned switches and went after the torn up blister baby, the way the puss filled blisters popped driving everyone to new heights of pleasure. They left him a bloody mess, chunks of skin han come off his body, he lay sobbing on the lawn and not six feet away the guys stripped the girls and got them all on their backs on the picnic table. Tom, John, Peter, and Sal went round and round the table fucking Terry, Lisa, and Becky in both their cunts and shitchutes. Peter marveld at the three hot woman sprawled in front of him and was glad he was a man and not a wimp. Terry had several intense cums, but knew she wanted the big one to cum when Dan was used up. Each girl got a creampie and these were fed to the weeping hubby with much taunting and spitting in his face. When Dan didnt thank Lisa for her creampie, Terry decided that the girls would whip his ugly face with the thorny switches. The guys were egging the girls on as they violently tore Dans face up till it was unreconizable as anything but bloody pulp, they really couldnt tell what was what, his eyes tiny slits of pain. Terry grinded her runny cunt on her hubbys pulverized face and had a hot little cum rubbing against the oozy bumpy flesh and Lisa and Becky had their turn. The guys, not to be outdone, each choke fucked the fags throat to clean their spent cocks, and then for the fuck of it gave dapper Dan a beatdown that was a solid five minutes of three in shape guys raining violent punches on a out of shape cowards already broken body. At one point Lisa crowed "Fuck,look his ribs are sticking out of his fat tit, and sure enough a smashed rib had worked its way through Dans broken skin and was projecting an inch out of his  flabby left tit. John immediatly grabbed the splintered end with a pair of pliers and began roughly twisting the bone through the ripping skin. As dummy started to bounce in pain, everyone was beating him with the switches and this time Becky took the shovel shot to the pigs face, it squashed like a rotten piece of fruit, making a sucking noise when she withdrew the shovel,  everyone was impressed at the freak in front of them. Terry went off and screaming and kicking the downed freak, telling him that she hated him and was counting the minutes till he was yesterdays news. Dan was sprawled on the ground and appeared out, breathing labored. His face was awesome in its grossness and everyone needed to get close up looks of the freak show as his face had no skin left and had ballooned to twice its normal size.

   When they felt lazy had rested long enough, Terry insisted her husband see what he looked like and she wept tears of joy at his expression on seeing what his wife had led the other savages in doing to his face. Peter annouced last meal time and the guys all pissed down Dans thirsty throat, he took it all but when the girls had their turn Dan puked on Becky and she went into a rage and demanded revenge. "RIp his tongue out Becky" Terry offered gaily, "that will teach the fucker not to vomit up our golden nectar."  So Becky, using visegrips, twisted and tore the gurgling fools tongue out while Lisa and Terry fingered her soaking gash to a powerful orgasm. Becky lay the tongue across Dans horrified eyes and declared "cunts got your tongue" and everyone howled with ghoulish delight. Peter decided he couldnt wait any longer, so they got Danny on the ground, Peter took a professional 4 stool crap down his beaten rivals tongueless hatch. The fool made a gallant effort to eat his last meal, but seconds after fiishing it all, the retard erupted like a shit volcano, which all landed on his missing face and there he lay in Peters superior shit stew. Terry thought even a dummy like her hubby must know the end was coming, but to be sure she told him that it was time for him to leave planet earth. They got him to his feet for the last time and marched him to a stately oak tree in the far backyard.

    The guys again secured dans hands to his dog collar and John tied bailing wire securely around Dans shriveled two inch penis and empty burnt ball sack. John looped the wire around an eight foot high branch and with the guys help they suspended Dan three feet off the ground, solely by his wee wee and empty sack. They all were impressed by the elasticity of his grossly stretched sack and cockette. They started to alll get their last shots in on the in and out of sanity Dan. Lisa and Becky were each using their sexy long nails to slice off dans nipples and they suceeded with much blood and pain. Sal was blowtorching the soles of his feet, causing Dan to swing wildly and rip his pecker more and more. "His cockette is gonna tear off any minute now," panted Terry to everyone.She and John were trying to destroy her husbands insides by pulling the branch up his ass back and forth. While Terry and John did this they were frenching and having a ball. Dr Tom and Peter were in the fags face spitting on his exposed flesh and taunting him about all the fun they would have after he was gone. "Im moving in tonight asshole and me and Terry will be married in a month, like as if you never existed," teased Peter to the clearly insane Dan. Tom said that the stiff was getting ready to do the death gurgle and they all stepped back to watch the end of a truly loathsome piece of shit.

   Lisa thought it sad that they couldnt keep him around to abuse but understood Terry and Peters need to completely destroy Dan, as if ritually burying Terrys mistake of the past. Lisa hoped she could participate in more of this type of mayhem as she realised she was hooked on the blood and would have to get Tom to let her get involved in more of his kinky exploits. Dr Tom had participated in several cases of wives or husbands offing their spouses, but never included Lisa though she knew it involved the final solution as Tom would joke from time to time. Being a doctor he only got involved when the victim deserved it, he was a professional after all, and as he looked at the rotten flesh in front of him he knew Dan deserved his fate ten times over. As he catalogued all the insults visable on the dying body the doctor wondered why guys like Dan didnt jsut kill themselves and save everyone the bother. He then got lost in assaulting Lisas glorious funbags as the happy couple shared a soulful loving kiss. Sal was still dripping cum from his bobbing ten inch saugage, as he looked at the loser swinging by his slowly tearing dick, he was so hot at torturing this freakshow. He loved how good it felt to degrade another and knew he would have more chances at this fun. He knew there was a waiting list of spouses looking to off their significant others. While he marveled at his good fortune his life was. he felt Beckys hand stroking his raging cock and she whispered to him " So its true, you italians are related to black guys." Sal got the joke and he gave Becky his best soulful look and said he would be pleased to give her a day of heaven, Becky knew she would have to do that. As she thought of the fun it would be to be roughly handled all day by Sal she looked at Dans missing nipple she scratched off and giggled at the nastiness of it all. She idly wondered if in a couple of years anyone would even remember this disgusting piece of shit, and she thought not. John was totally enthralled at the way Dans tiny penis was tearing and the way his ball sack seemed to stretch forever. He thought it had to be at least a foot long stretched out now and it was getting taut. He realized he was lazily stroking his cock as he mentally willed the fags cock to tear off. Standing on either side of dans bloated destroyed face Terry and Peter rained hateful and hurtful barbs at the dying husband. Peter was so excited he knew that as soon as the dummy was gone he would fuck Terry like an animal. He continued to spit in dummys face and taunt the coward as the clocked ticked. Terrry was on the edge of complete sexual release, she could feel the mother of all orgasms coming on. She was getting nasty with the taunts at hubby, reminding him that Peter would be in her bed that night and forever more. She could still detect a little life in her husbands eyes and smiled at his knowledge that she knew he could hear her and more importantly, that he could feel the pain of her hate. As she stared into his sad, sad eyes Dans cock and sack ripped with an audible tearing, he crashed to the ground making cool gurgling noises caused by his lack of tongue.

         After the proper time that everyone took in dans missing cock and balls, hanging patheticly from the rope, Tom said, "the fuckers only got minutes left, so on with it." Terry took the shriveled cock and still foot long stretched empty ball sack swinging from the tree and said "These I will cherish as reminders of my horrible mistake named Dan. Now Peter if you would, I would like you to make love to me next to my hubby as he dies."  Peter loved the kink of it and as the others watched, Peter and Terry made love with all the emotions they had, some they didnt know they had. Terry could turn her head and look into her soon to be departed husbands eyes and her eyes laughed at his final hurt. When she saw the light go out of his miserable existence she started to throw her ass at Peters cock and they exploded in the most intense orgasms of their lives. They lay there afterwards  with their friends standing around, knowing that they all shared a deep lifetime bond and then, Terry led everyone into the house and the funeral party was on. Truth be told, they didnt even get the fools body out of the yard till the next day as everyone could not stop fucking and sucking, and everyone slept over Terrys to welcome in her first day as a merry widow.

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