Extremities (1986) the movie. - Revised ending.

Chapter six.

       Now there are four.

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       What ever had I done to deserve such riches?

       The Patron Saint of Bitch Bashers was surely looking out for me and was squarely behind me, or in my corner, you might say.

       For I was about to corner another one.

       I was running around like a sparrow in heat, like a chicken with its head off. I had to get my gun, which would be a race.

       I'd used up valuable time, the time it took me to knock Fawcett out, but Smith wouldn't go down. I'd hit her three times to the skull and still she kept crying out, instead of passing out. Finally out of desperation, or urgency, I'd choked her into unconsciousness. It took about forty seconds, but it'd used up valuable time which I didn't have to spare.

       As I got up from them, the car that I saw coming up the drive was stopped and the person getting out, would head to the house, right away, I assumed.

       It was a she.

       Was it ever a fucking she.

       She was parked about a hundred feet from the front door and I could see all I needed to know. She was already fucked too, just like the others. Luckily for me, she was into the trunk, searching for something and I had time to scamper to my gun in the kitchen and have it at the ready, just in case I needed it, as I lurked inside the front door.

       I still was naked which really didn't matter that much, I supposed. It sort of added to the thrill, for me, and one might say I was a sexual thrill seeker.

       The bitch was Shelly Hack of the Charlie's Angels crew.

       Now a lot of people weren't partial to Hack, but for me, she was ideal.        And my reasons should become evident shortly.

       I watched all nervous and excited, as she closed the trunk. She had set a suitcase down, so it looked like she was intending to stay. She left it on the ground as she started from her car to the house. She had a fairly big box in her hands, held in front of her waist, so both were not free, they were sort of occupied, which I figured was a good thing. She couldn't take a first swing (at me).

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       She walked briskly, even with the box, no nonsense, all serious and business like. Boy was her life, the life of her business, her cunt business, about to change. It was about to have a new partner.

       I could see how skinny, sexy she was, smooth gabardine slacks hugging her tight bony ass and a thin banlon sweater showing she had almost no bust. Her tits were like a girl's just forming, budding, a word I just loved. Budding breasts. Fuck. I'd like to eat them for breakfast. The thing is, that was my exact favorite tit thing, so much more than the phoney, exaggerated, often ugly, silicone shit stuff, found in Playboy etcetera.

       What a lot of rape hounds, especially the ones into the serious hurting, didn't understand, was that small breasts have pretty well the same number of nerve endings as large ones so it makes sense they'd torture better, send more flaming pain to the bitch's brain who was having them buggered. They are much more sensitive, overall. Figure it out. If a woman has a single tit area of about three inches by three inches, this would make for a skin area of about ten to eleven square inches when you take the bit of her mound she has into account. Take another woman with pendulous breasts, big hang downers, and you could easily have a skin area of thirty to forty square inches, for one melon. Now, each have the same number of nerve endings. So the little tits, the tiny tits, had it all over the big ones for their ability to blast her brain with horror as they were being crushed, cut, pierced or otherwise improved.

       Tiny tits were a fucking blessing - to me.

       They were God's hidden little secret.

       And Hack had the smallest I'd ever encountered in an adult woman. She was thirty-four and about five foot ten and one hundred and thirty pounds soaking naked wet.

       I loved to make it seem as if they were being punished for having so little upstairs, like I was really pissed and disappointed and they'd have to pay through extra attention, read that torture, being directed at their cunts to compensate for their breastlessness, their little baby girl bud tits. But the thing was, sometimes they could have really big nipples. Disproportionate, you might say. Like their tit was all nipple and areola.

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       She was another of Fawcett's trade show hosts and had arrived, even though it was the start of a holiday, to finalize the details of her next assignment. She was old hat to the firm but didn't live with the other three. She was sort of aloof, saw herself as more above others. She was by far the smartest of the bunch, with an IQ in the mid 140's so it seemed reasonable to assume she'd come up with some original reasons why I shouldn't violate her while she negotiated for her safety and her life.

       All in all, she was just perfect for a hard take down to adjust her attitudes and her physical attributes, to re-arrange her sex organs and her memories of what life was all about.

       Horrible atrocities can happen even to privileged women.

       Having a pristine body is no deterrent.

       How about, it can be a liability?

       Just because she's super clean and scrubbed doesn't mean she can't be treated like covered in shit.

       Luckily, she was alone.

       I'd thought three were a challenge to do properly and now I was about to have four.

       She was at the door and rang the bell.

       She'd left her suitcase by her car and was still holding the box.

       This could become tricky, I'd just have to let it play out.

       The living room was far enough away that nothing of the other three could be seen from the front entrance, so I was safe there, and I'd made sure they couldn't cry out. Still I couldn't very well just open the door naked, even with the gun in hand. The shock might spook her to scream or try to run and she'd know something weird was up, for sure, since my prick was straight out.

       Stating the obvious can be the sign of an amateur writer.

       I'd managed to get to the door just before her, it was solid oak with no windows, and I undid the lock and the dead bolt, just as I heard her coming up the stairs.

       She clip clopped in her high heels.

       I was glad she was in them. They would make her unstable on her feet and less able to flight.

       She rang the bell.

       My dick and my heart were pounding in unison.

       She rang the bell again, waited about five seconds and called out, 'Hello. Shelly here. Farrah, you home?' ('I hope', she said to herself quietly, sort of absent mindedly, just an off the cuff comment to herself as her world was about to smash.)

       She waited another ten seconds, or so, and I could see the door knob beginning to turn.

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       Perfect. Perfect.

       Come to Papa monster master molester.

       Nipple ripper and cunt basher.

       Lord of the realm and about to become master of hers.

       The door was open but she didn't come in.

       Fuck bitch. Come in.

       I was off to the side behind it, and now she stepped into the vestibule holding the box with both hands and calling out again, 'Farrah. Guys. I'm here. Where are you? Where is everybody?'

       She took three steps forward and now her back was right to me and she was looking the other way, away from me.

       I could see her top to bottom, head to heel, how slim she was and I wanted to fuck her on the floor right then as I stared at her ass cheeks, tight under her skirt.

       Fuck, pointing the gun at her, right at the back of her brain.

       I wanted to hit her.

       I just wanted to slug her.

       She didn't even see it coming, see me coming.

       My fist was like a rock in the dark.

       Thrown from an overpass onto a car winshield.

       I drove her a vicious blow to her lower back, to the side (like around her kidneys) and in the next moment grabbed her by the arms, at her shoulders, and threw her forward.

       She screamed out, 'God, God.' and then went flying down onto the floor sprawled and spread, both shoes were off. She was sort of trying to turn back, to look back to see who it was. Why was it happening to her? Her box was full of cosmetics and the little bottles and lip sticks scattered and skittered along the floor.

       I was fast behind her and got her by the hair on top, pulled her up and wrapped my arm around her throat from the back, locking my arm at the elbow tight to her windpipe. I pushed her head forward and squeezed on her breath. It was about thirty seconds of trying to reach back to claw me or hit me, and stamp on my feet, before she passed out. She hadn't even seen who I was or knew that I was naked pressed up against her.

       My knob had felt her butt crack.

       I eased her down and she slumped to the floor and I almost danced like a maniac for joy. Like an Injun doing a war dance, or a whore dance. She was just as beautiful, in her own way, as the other three. More aristocratic with very fine features and the rail thin body. She was not anorexic. Rail thin bodies, torture and break the best. Everything is more delicate, smaller, more fragile, but also everything that should be, is there.

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       I turned her onto her back and I took her breasts for a 32B.

       I took hold of her by the hair and dragged her into the kitchen. I didn't want her to see the others when she first came to. I wanted to toy with her. Play with her before she saw what I'd already done and how hopeless it would be for her too. I tied her up the usual way, hands behind her back and legs constrained just at the ankles.

       Now I could relax a bit and take a moment to think. I took the time to move her car, a recent Mercedes, into the attached garage where my van was waiting for its cargo. She must have had some security clearance methods, like a remote control or something, since the first I knew of her coming was when her car was in sight.

       I'd re-attached the phone lines for the system after I gained control of them because a separated line can sometimes send a signal back to the security firm's home base that all is not as it should be. But what the Hell, all was just as it should be.

       Anyway, I was back inside and had had a breath of fresh air which I used to clear my thoughts, and I thought, calm my pecker down. Pressed up against her ass had turned it's light switch on to high.

       I checked the three living room guests and Smith was back aware. 'What's happening? Why did you choke me? And hit Farrah? What are you up to now?' Like she just knew I was always up to no good. (At least not for them.) Like she'd always assume the worst about me.

       'Oh, not much', I said. 'it just seems we have another guest.'

       'Oh Shelly. Oh God no. I forgot she was coming, she was supposed to come. What have you done with her?'

       'Nothing I haven't done to you guys, to you cunts.' I said like a hero, like a conquering one, proud of my work, of how I'd worked them over, superior and all.

       'No, don't hurt Shelly. She's my good friend. She's just found out she's going to have a baby. It's so special. She's pregnant.' Smith begged me.

       Well fuck and holy shit bananas and fried mushrooms.

       It just kept getting better and better.

       Preggers. Her with a big belly if she lived that long. And her tits. They should swell too. At least by a little bit.

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       Indeed, this little fuck's tits were going to change, swell up, her body modify and I could keep her and fuck her for weeks as it all happened. I could monitor her blossoming as I destroyed her.

       Oh happy fucking year of days.

       I wanted to kiss Smith.

       Any excuse would do.

       I kissed her for telling me the unbelievable news.

       'Thanks bitch, you just made my pecker's day. Oh fuck.'

       The Fuck Gods really loved me, appreciated my work and dedication and sent me bounty greater than I deserved. I needed to give thanks and do a job on her better than usual, to show my appreciation in return.

       Fuck Gods, Rape Gods, don't like ungrateful peckers.

       I'd give them a real offering, real live kicking, screaming sacrifices.

       'Where is she?' Smith demanded.

       'In the kitchen.'

       'I don't...' She started to reply.

       'All tied up.' I interrupted her.

       'I don't hear her.' Smith was really worried looking now.

       'She's unconscious. What would you expect?'

       'How? No. Why? She didn't. She. She's pregnant.' Smith sputtered.

       'Oh shut up, or I'll shut you up. She's just another hole to me. She barely has any tits. How's she going to nurse.'

       Smith look disgusted at how disgusting I was being.

       I stepped forward to strike her and she pulled away, 'No don't. I'm. Don't.' I spared her for the moment.

       I really wanted to hack at Hack.

       I was back into the kitchen and she was full flat face down, how I'd left her as I tied her up. I stood above her just surveying my latest acquisition. I didn't know where to start, so her ass seemed as good a place as any.

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       I got down beside her and ran my hand up her long, slender leg to the crease at the bottom of her cheeks. I pressed and traced the line and then was full into stroking and feeling her sweet butt, both sides. She was still unconscious.

       My prick was looking me in the eye, sort of eye to eye.

       I rubbed it's head along the fabric.

       I ran my hand up inside her sweater, up her back, under her thin bra. The back strap was about half an inch wide. I guess she didn't need much of a bra to hold up what she didn't have, the tits she didn't have. What was there to support? Two spectacular nipples and a slightly raised areola with almost no fatty tissue behind? Yeah, how was she ever going to nurse, I thought again. And how would a baby's head ever get out of her fine, constricted little hips?

       I'd probably have to slit her belly open before I seized the baby.

       I sort of rolled her onto her side and again, just gazed at her.

       She was like an angel, a girl angel but was a full woman, at least for awhile she'd remain a full woman.

       Her sweet face, its features so delicate and angelic, didn't even look pained. She was not aware. Unconscious bliss.

       I got up and picked her up and carried her up stairs (a lot of ups) to Ladd's bedroom. Like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress. A thug causing a damsel's distress. Ladd had a four poster bed, which was more ideal than Fawcett's, but not as good as the old fashioned steel, tube beds, for my wants and needs.

       I got some good lengths of the nylon line from my rape kit and was back in beside her. I cut the lines already on her and tied here faced up, spread eagled to the four posts. I pulled her limbs pretty tight and would have to watch the circulation thing.

       I went and got a cold beer, their fridge was well stocked, and returned and just sat there on a chair waiting for her to come to and studying every inch of her slender body and face. I needed the rest so I didn't care how long she took to revive. Still I couldn't make up my mind what to do to her first, there were so many choices. I knew her tits were in for it but...

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       It was about twenty minutes and she started to stir.

       First she moaned.

       I wanted to listen outside the door for awhile. I pulled up a chair just out of site and was still nursing my drink. Like a ring side seat, you might say, but hidden.

       'Ohhh. Ohh. Who? What? Where am I? What the? Who's there? What are you doing, who's there, to me? Oh God. God let me go.'

       It was like a symphony of first pleas.

       'Farrah. Farrah. Jackie, my Jackie, Cheryl, please. Please help me.'

       (Good for her, she knew all their names. I wondered if they jiggied, jiggied each other. There was something special in the way she called for Smith, I noticed. I wondered if they licked each others cunts, or pumped the dildos into each other.)

       I was smirking as I held fast onto my hard prick. I had an evil grin on my lips. I was excited and laughing inside. Like a naughty little peeping-tom school boy, when I was a psychopathic, torturing murdering serial maniac.

       'Are you there? Somebody? I'm tied to a bed. I think it's yours Cheryl. I don't know who tied me up. My back hurts. It's bad. He, he punched me in the back and pushed me down. Oh God, where are you? Where are you all? Why don't any of you answer. Answer me. Answer.' She was getting louder and to the panic. 'Oh please God. God, please help me. What's happening? Why?'

       I was about to help myself to her.

       'Who ever you are, if you can hear me, I know you can hear me, let me go. Speak to me. I want to know who you are. I want to know.'

       She'd gone on for about fifteen minutes and now I couldn't resist.

       I called out from outside the door, 'Don't be so sure.'

       She was startled. 'What? What? Who is that? What do you mean by that? Who are you?'

       (Your worst fucking, fucking nightmare. I mused to myself.)

       'Don't be so sure you want to see me.' I repeated.

       'Why? What? Be a man. Show yourself.'

       (My being a man was sticking straight up.)

       'Show yourself to me and don't hide like a coward, like a whimp, like a boy.'

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       Well that did it. That tore it.

       'You're sure then?' I said.

       'What? Sure of what?' She came back with.

       'You're sure you want to see me?'

       I said it in a tone that implied she might not want to see me.

       'Well yes. I said. Why wouldn't I? Are you deformed or ugly or something weird?'

       'More like something weird and twisted', I said.

       'I don't know. Just show yourself so we can talk. I need to talk with you face to face. To reason with you. To explain who I am and find out who you are. If we know each other, I'm sure you'll let me go. You'll see. But we need to see each other.'

       Fucking intelligent bitch, it was time to unwind her, to unnerve her, pull her intellectual, snotty legs out from under her.

       'That's fine. I agree. But just so you know...' I let it hang.

       'Know what?' She didn't even see it coming, suspect it coming.

       'Just so you know, when I see you, I'm going to rape you.'

       I was a voice in the air that stabbed her in the brain.

       The silence, her silence was spectacular and magical.

       What was she thinking? How was her mind racing? How would her smarts serve her now?

       'No you're not. That's not fair, reasonable. Please, I didn't mean... I won't let you.'

       I didn't say anything. I loved the silence now too much.

       'Did you hear me? Are you still there?'

       'You won't let me? You're tied to the fucking bed and you won't let me? Go figure.' I replied.

       'You don't have to swear, use profanities. But that's right, I won't let you.'

       Now it was time to really up the anti, raise the stakes.

       There was no fucking way she'd ever imagined, in any regard, what she was about to hear from my store of twisted ideas and fantasies.

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       'I'll tell you what, we'll play a little game, a little test and if you win, I'll let you go, Scott free, you're out the door, but if I win I'm going to rape you, as I said, and in the ass and across your scrawny chest. Why do you have such puny tits?'

       All of a sudden she was worried. What kind of words were these being directed at her. Who or what was she dealing with? A person of reason or a raving maniac. A sex maniac? She shuddered inside. She hadn't thought of a torturing sadist, yet.

       'I...I...please. No. No. Why are you speaking to me so mean like that. I haven't done anything to you. I don't even know you and I don't think you know me.' She paused. ' What is the test?'

       'You said you wouldn't let me. You'd stop me, so here's what you have to stop first.'

       I was ready to freak her out.

       Assault all her sensibilities.

       With nothing she could have imagined, when she got out of her car to walk towards my clutches, or when she put her bra on in the morning.

       'I've got a hat pin in my nipple. -- You know what a hat pin is?'

       'Yes, of course.' She said.

       'Describe it. Describe one.' I said.

       'Like a sewing pin, but longer with some kind of bigger head, often pearl. For the old fashioned hats.'

       'Exactly. You know. You do know.' I answered her.

       'So. So? What? What?'

       It still just sounded stupid to her.

       Why was I telling her?

       'I'm going to come in to visit you, in a moment, and my objective is to shove the hat pin right through your pants and panties into your cunt, into your vagina.'         

       Just a few hours ago, she'd played with her self, a deep shuddering orgasm. She hadn't had sex in quite awhile. Actually, she didn't like sex (oh, how rich) although she liked to masturbate and had allowed herself the luxury of two dildos and a vibrator which she'd ordered by mail. She would never be caught dead in one of those lurid sex stores. No Lovecraft for her. She'd been brought up in a puritanical, restrictive home and sex was all dirty and for shame.

       The thing about intercourse, for her, was she didn't feel any man was good enough to be handling her fine, exquisite body. She saw herself as a statue, a classic form and couldn't stand the feel of them pawing and groping her, especially her private parts. Besides, almost to a man, their hands were too big and clumsy as too were their dicks. And their mouths too wet and hungry. She often thought she'd prefer a boy (a pretty boy) maybe under aged, but hadn't done anything about it. Besides, the couple that had caught her eye, showed no interest in her, in that way, at all. Just shows what youth doesn't know.

       Anyhow, I'd just informed her I intended to get at her cunt with a hat pin. She'd just masturbated herself a few hours ago and satisfied herself nicely.

       She liked to lay on her back.

       Always naked.

       With her ass on the edge of her bed.

       With her legs over the edge, really spread.

       And her feet touching the floor.

       It pushed everything up and forward.

       And she felt vulnerable, almost helpless.

       Like she could be ravaged.

       Sometimes she liked to wave her feet around and sort of twist  her legs into funny positions.

       And cry out low and guttural.

       What did it matter how silly she looked.

       Only the cat was watching or hearing.

       And sometimes she'd put clamps on her nipples, but only ones that hurt just a little. And as she orgasmed she rip one off and yelp.

       And  she'd made videos of herself for when she had less energy and she considered her body superior, not an ounce of fat at thirty-four, nor had she ever been over weight.

       Her nipples were extremely sensitive to pain.

       And the clips were the only pain she liked and only as she came.

       Her period tested her stamina.

       She had done herself perfect.

       Even her nipples, (which she didn't always do.) She had to feel aggressive towards herself, and often wondered if it was a hidden, a sublimated, form of self-loathing.

                And now this.

       It had to be fiction, she thought. She wasn't awake. Who would think to do such a thing and why?

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       'Oh no. No. No you're not. You're crazy. That's crazy. What are you saying? Why? It's crazy.'

       'Maybe so, but then maybe I'm crazy and that's who and what you're dealing with. What you're stuck with, pun meant.'

       'Stop joking. Stop making a joke. Say you were joking about doing it. That's horrible. It's worse than horrid. Though, please say you were trying to scare me, although I don't know why you'd want to. Where are my friends?'

       Her constitution and her confidence were starting to undo, to unravel just a bit.

       'Oh, they're lying around.' I said like a joke.

       'Did you hurt them? You hurt them didn't you? Otherwise they'd be, they'd answer me.' She was scared for them.

       'They're still alive, so who cares?'

       'No. No. please tell me you didn't hurt them. They're OK.'

       I really would have liked to take her to see Ladd's nipple for a lark. I'd pass, for now. She'd see it soon enough. Experience it herself. Geeze, what a little titty pity.

       With that, I stepped forward into the doorway in full view. As I'd told her, I'd taken the hat pin and shoved it down through the center of my own nipple. It hurt like Hell but gave me the biggest boner, besides by doing this I'd have a pretty good idea of some of what she'd feel. I wanted to know, at least a tiny fraction of her pain. Some of what she'd feel when I finally lanced her buds and when I'd done the buds of the others.  Of course, multiple piercings through one nipple were a given. And the fish hooks. Oh shit.

       For now, just her outer labia was my target. I'd work up to her clit, more like into her clit, all in my good time.

       Her face recoiled in fright and some disgust. She didn't expect me naked with a boner and the pin in my nipple really freaked her. She well could see my cock was ready so how would she avoid it? She could see I was a freak and I had her at my disposal, my mercy. This was a serious, possibly lethal, threat she thought. (She could really be really in for it.)

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       'So your name's Shelly?' I said,

       She nodded.

       'Well I'm Sir Galahad, make that Sir Girlahad and this is Sir Cock.' I patted myself approvingly. 'And he's your new master.'

       'You're stupid.' She spat out. 'Stop being childish. And nobody, nothing's my master.'

       'Well Shelly that may be right, but you're going to shell out and it isn't even Halloween.'

       'Stop it. You're mean and disgusting. Why do you like insulting me?' She asked.

       'And degrading you and tormenting you. Don't forget those.' I added.

       'You're..just stop it.'

       'So you know the game?' I started in. 'What do you think of this?'

       I flicked the hat pin in my nipple. It was hanging out about two inches and was in me about the same. Of course, all the nerve endings are at or just below the skin surface so once these are pierced, it didn't matter how far in it was. There's no extra pain just because it's in deeper. To her, facing the prospect, for the first time, it probably looked that way though, like it would hurt more.

       'It's disgusting. You're sick to do that to yourself.'

       'And I'm going to do it to you too, to yours, but right now it's your, it's going into your labia.'

       Now she knew her nipples were part of my perversion equation.

       And now she was sort of cowed, cowered. She was pulling at her restraints and I loved how it twisted her body, revealed her contours even better. She whimpered a bit and the tears started to well. I almost felt sorry for her, she looked so inviting and didn't know, what she was doing, she was only making it worse. Making herself look more so inviting.

       'So you ready to stop me, so I don't rape you?'

       She strained fiercer at her restraints and her head jerked from side to side.

       'You ever had it in the ass too or across your tits?'

       I wanted to remind her.

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       I moved to the bed at the bottom and climbed up and on, straddling one of her out tied legs. She tried to kick with her knee. I ran my hand up from her calf to her knee, to her thigh, and then her inner thigh.

       She was pure fuck.

       I squeezed her just below her crotch, with both hands around her leg. I could feel her muscles pulling and pushing.

       Her cunt was an inch from my malice and foreplay. (I'd forget the forethought, for now. I was on auto torture.)

       I did the same to her other leg.

       I leaned up forward and put my hand on her breast bone, between her tits,  and brought my face to hers to give her a kiss.

       She jerked to the side with her eyes clamped shut tight, and her mouth clamped shut tight.

       I leaned harder onto her breast plate.

       I leaned hard enough to feel her heart racing.

       I put my elbows on each side of her head. I could feel the hardness of her pelvic bone against my leg at my knee. My cock wasn't on her crotch but off to the side.

       I pressed into her with my knee as I held her face still.

       Her features were exquisite and they were all twisted with anger and resistance, which made her all the more irresistable.

       'Open your eyes.' I barked.

       She didn't.

       I pressed, and sort of ground up and down, a little harder against her cunt with my knee.

       'Open them.'

       She was looking at me now defiant. Her eyes were deep and a beautiful soft hazel, at least they would've been if they weren't on fire with her rage.

       I brought my lips to hers and just bushed her mouth.

       She tried to spit me away.

       Then her mouth went tight and frozen, and it was small and tight to begin with, although she had a big smile. You could almost say she showed too much teeth. It was one of those, wide ready grins that needed smacking, maybe even knock a few teeth down her throat. Let her have them for desert.

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       'Relax. Relax your lips.' I growled.

       She half did and I maneuvered my teeth over her lower lip and bit down on her hard.

       She squeeled, 'Stop it. God.  God you're hurting my face.'

       I held the bite for about ten seconds but didn't bite right into her. Then I let off.

       It had hurt plenty and she looked less defiant, becoming more scared and unsure of her ability to reason or likely control the situation or me.

       Then I gave her a nice soft kiss. Her mouth was trembling sweet. I tried to give her a little tongue, but she wouldn't open up.

       'Open. Part your lips.'

       She stayed clamped shut.

       'If you don't part these lips, it'll be your cunt lips that are parting. That I'll be smooching.'

       Now my tongue could run across her perfect teeth and into her mouth. She tasted beyond sweet and was totally fresh. I thought I could smell a hint of toothpaste. Crest, I thought.

       'That's better. See you could do it. If you want. You just needed a little coaxing, a little incentive.'

       I looked into her eyes, and put my hand softly on her blushing cheek.

       'Sweet. Sweet, you're really sweet.'

       Now she looked at me imploring, like softer and pleading without language.

       'So this is it. I guess we're there.' I said as I drew the hat pin out of my nipple right close to her face, in front of her widened eyes.

       I continued, 'So how are you going to stop me?' I pressed the tip to her cheek. I pricked her, the smallest spot of blood on her perfect ivory (girl) complexion.

       'Oh no. No. I can't. I see that I can't. You can't. Please you can't.'

       'I can't? Just watch me.'

       I slid down her pushing my forearm onto one of her breasts, like it was unintentional and pushed my hand firmly on the mound between her legs.

       She tried to kick up, to toss me off and away and it was fucking fantastic how her cunt twisted in my grip. Of course, it was useless and I squeezed even harder. She got the message and settled down, after she'd screamed.

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       I firmly ran my fingers along one side of her labia, looking to pick the spot. Like a parking spot.

       I wasn't looking to pierce her clit now, not yet. I picked a point midway of her mound.

       I decided to change the idea a bit. Instead of pushing it in, I'd push it through. In at one point and out another. Like a lanced labia.

       Now I was excited extra and my cock was bobbing and waving (to her).

       I could make it, coming out, hurt much more than going in, plus I had another idea, a nastier surprise,  she'd probably pass out from.

                 Screaming.

       I pricked her lower, closer to the mattress and started to push into her mound. After the initial skin breaking, it didn't hurt her all that much (as I'd described before) and she settled her squeeling down.

       Now I kept pushing until it was ready to come out, about an inch further up her, to the front. As it tried to break through her skin from the inside she almost went off the wall nuts.

       It really fucking really hurt.

       I could see her sweet eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth was so wide open, from her screams, I could see her cervix from looking down her throat. She was almost gone, passed out, but not quite.

       I stopped.

       Her mouth closed and she shook her head, pretty wildly, from side to side, and then sort of in jagged circles.

       'God no. No. No. Oh God. Make him stop. Make him.'

       'I'm stopped already. Let's give it a rest, give you a rest for a minute. You're going to bust a gut, hollering like that. I bet you didn't know your mouth could open so wide.'

       I taunted her and showed her no respect or empathy.

       She didn't acknowledge my generosity which, of course, was nothing of the kind. The important thing was, that when the body is pushed beyond a certain pain level it stops feeling it, it anesthetizes the brain and the pain becomes muted. And I so wanted her to feel, be conscious for all the extra pain.

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       I put my hand full on to one of her tiny tits and pinched her up. Her sweater was a stretchy, knit banlon and I pulled the armhole open and up to the side. I could see her sand colored bra, almost to her nipple. It looked like a handkerchief. Almost no cup, just a band, made to look like a bra. She probably could have used a kid's training one, but she was thirty-four years old. An adult woman. I assumed she never needed a trainer and wondered what did the other girls say to her in the school showers or locker rooms. Did they tease her? And what about her boyfriend? I didn't see any rings, so I assumed it was a male friend who poked her to get her preggers (God I hate that fucking word. God I love that fucking word when I've got one that is.)

       She wasn't a virgin, which I soon knew, but she considered herself way upper crust, like aristocratic, you would say, and she hadn't found a man she felt good enough, up to her (impossible) standards to make a baby with, so she'd had it done artificially. I should have known, the arrogant slut. That attitude, what good are men and I don't need one to have a kid. Or have a prick to satisfy my cunt, when I can do it better to myself.

       I pressed my hand onto her bra through her sweater armhole and started into her cup from the top, looking for her bud at last. It was all getting tighter and more constricted so I said, ' Oh what the Hell.'

       I grabbed on to her sweater at the bottom and slid it right up along with her bra.

       Well all shit and fuck.

       She really had no tits. It was like I was looking at a boy's chest, not even a man's chest. I had more pec presence. It was barely a girl's chest but it was attached to a cunt. And she had regular sized nipples.

       There just didn't look to be any tit. Of course, this wasn't true. Some of it was the position I had her stretched into that made her look that way. Her arms were stretched tight up and away. If she was sitting up and hunched over, the sweetest little mounds, you ever could imagine, would magically appear. But in a normal position, she really was like two fried eggs that I wanted to scramble.

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       'Would you look at that?' I enthused.

       'Stop it. Please don't make fun of me.'

       'Why do you wear a bra? To hold your nipples up?'

       I ran my hand to one and pinched her.

       She strained at her arms but it just made it all the better.

       They were, it was perfection too, her nipple, and she did have a slightly raised areola which was spectacular. You could not class her has having puffy nipples though, she wasn't enough puffed. She started to harden and crinkled up beautifully. I could see her start on one side, and her erection worked its way around to meet where it'd started.

       'Oh you like that, do you?'

       'No. No. Please. I don't.'

       'Why haven't you had breast implants. Got something for yourself to fill out a dress or bathing suit.'

       'Please stop. It's personal.'

       'No. Why? Tell me why you wouldn't improve yourself. Make yourself more attractive to men?'

       My questions were lies.

       'Because. Because I don't identify myself as my breasts. I know society does but this is what God gave me so it's what I was intended to have.'

       'God didn't give you, you mean.' I interrupted.

       She continued. 'My breasts are not who I am and I refuse to conform to other people's expectations or appraisals of me. I am an individual and retain my right to act as one.'

       I continued twisting her bud as she spoke and she got even harder.

       'So if you don't need them bigger for your self esteem, do you need them at all? I asked.

       'What? What are you talking about?'

       'What if I cut them off? Would you miss them?'

       She went sort of squirley.

       'I can't talk to you anymore. You say the most unreasonable, horrible things and I can't stand talking to you.'

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       'But your nipples like me. Like this. Look at how they're behaving, getting so erect and excited. Do you feel it in your cunt too? Is it stirring your cunt? Are you wet?'

       'How can you be so crude? You're being crude. You know it's because I'm scared, because you're handling me and it's involuntary. It's a muscle response to...'

       'Stimulation.' I added. 'You mean it's not my subtle techniques. I need to stimulate you better?'

       'Just stop it. I can't talk to. You twist everything around.'        

       She had no idea some of the things, of hers, I could twist around and even off. Like her fucking arm and...

       I knew I'd break her arms, at some point, they were so thin and delicate.

       I laid down to her chest and mouthed her. I pulled her out between my teeth and bit onto her at the base of her buds, from one to the other and back and back. I put my hand down full onto her pubic area, inside her pants and panties and, of course, ran up against the hat pin stuck into her labia, but not all the way out at that point.

       'Oh fuck, I forgot. Your magnificent tits distracted me.'

       She was ready to cry.

       'They are magnificent, you know, even though they're scrawny.'

       I slid one hand into her panties and could feel the point where the pin was going to come out. The skin was firmly stretched and ready to yield. The tip was at all the nerves. I pinched her each side of the pin shaft and she screeched her mouth open even wider. With my other hand I shoved it right through and the rest of the way out.

       She stopped shrieking, sort of, and yelled at me, ' You're a monster. Why are you hurting me like that?'

       'I told you, it was a game, a test, you had to stop me or you'll get raped. So I guess that's the next order of business between us, my business for you, then.'

       'No. Oh, no. It's not right. This is a crime. A serious crime.'

       'You flunked the test, so it is right.'

       'No. How could I not fail. I had to fail and you knew it from the start. You're not right.'

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       I raised my hand and smacked her across the cheek.

       She looked perplexed and stunned.

       I did it again, harder and looked quite satisfied for having done it.

       'Stop hitting me.'

       Her cheek was red and flushed and her platinum hair mussing up pretty nicely.

       'Hitting you? I was slapping you. This is hitting you.'

       I just loved her tits so much I had to.

       I'm pretty sure her breast bone, underneath cracked, but her tit didn't look much different, after the punch. I supposed it would bruise up in a day or so, all blue and black and swollen bigger.

       Breast enlargement, even if she didn't want it.

       She surprised me and didn't pass out.

       'Never. Never tell me again, I'm not right. Understand?' I said.

       'Oh God. Oh God you're.. How could you hit me like that. My breast, it's precious. Who are you?'

       'Right now I'm your worst tit bashing, cunt piercing nightmare, and I know, I know where your clit is. I know where your cervix is.'

       'God. Stop talking like that. It makes me sick. It makes me nauseated.'

       'So I still don't have your answer, do you understand?'

       'Yes. Yes. OK. Just don't hit me anymore. I'm begging you.'

       (Tell me I'm not right. I muttered to myself, not right in the heads is more like it. Not in either one.)

       She was sort of limp now, like a rag doll and I wasn't worried about her fighting. I undid one of her arms and one of her legs.

       I got her sweater off one side and pulled it up over her head and along the other arm that was still tied, I left it there. I left her bra on. It fascinated me.

       It was a little girl bra and they fascinated me.

       I would never destroy or mutilate it and still have it and wear it often. It has to stretch so tight to get on me.

       I pulled it back in place re-cover her. To cover what? Her buds, I guess. I re-tied her arm to the post and pulled her a bit tighter.

       Her ribs and cage showed even more.

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       I worked her slacks down over her hips and slid them down as far as I could until the hat pin through her labia stopped them from going any further. I was able to get her other leg up and out. Now there was just her panties covering her area.

        Written across the top of her briefs, at the front, was the word, 'bride' in capital letters. (For a picture, see references at the beginning of Chapter one.)They were excellent. A sheer transparent pink with no extra detail at all. Just a thin ribbon of binding at all the seams and a sweet little gusset to cuddle and protect her labia. Except there was a four inch hat pin sticking right through it. I guess she needed a steel gusset. They left nothing to the imagination and I couldn't have chosen a better pair for her if I'd tried.

       'Bride? What does that mean?' I wanted to know.

       'What? What about bride?'

       'On your panties, it says 'bride', on your panties, across the front. What does it mean?'

       'It doesn't mean anything, that I know of. They were a gift and they fit me nicely.'

       Well she got that right.

       Fuck was she beautiful.

       So hard and tight, smaller than all the rest, everything sort of miniature, like a model, a small imitation of the real thing only it was completely real. It was her. It was hers and now it was all mine. I fucking owned her just like the others.

       It was almost too nice to fuck or desecrate. Like destroying a fine work of art, defiling an angel. And yet I had her to torture. That was now her purpose in my life.

       I just gazed at her, sort of in awe. I had to give my head a shake to remind myself she was my bugger material. I owned her pussy and the hat pin stuck in it. And I owned a nice collection of the spiral galvanized finishing nails, the three and the four inchers with a few shorter ones thrown in for good measure.

       She was sobbing softly now, was giving in to her fright and started with the serious negotiating and begging.

       'I'll do anything. I will. Just promise you won't hurt me. Don't hurt me. I'm delicate. I'm not very strong. Can't you see how small, thin I am? How thin my bones are?'

       (Was she completely out of her skull? I couldn't see?)

       I  impulsively surprised her.

       Without warning, I gripped onto her pants and yanked them all the way down to her tied ankle. The thing being, the hat pin was still in her labia when I pulled and they pulled it out just as fast.

       She shrieked like a bitch and there wasn't enough blood that it mattered.

       I let her settle down for five minutes and then decided to gross her out a bit more.

       'You said your bones were thin. What about it? Is it small too?'

       'What? I don't know what you mean?'

       'Yes you do.'

       'No. No I don't. I never know what you mean, other than you are mean, and talk disgustingly dirty to me, which you seem to like to do.'

       'Take a guess.'

       'No. I don't want to. I don't have to.'

       'I'm going to ask you once more, nicely, is it small too?'

       'I suppose you mean my vagina or my clitoris.'

       'Bingo, smart bingo bitch. Should I call you that? My bingo bitch?'

       'They're the size they should be for the size I am, what more can I tell you?'

       'Do you play with it a lot? Jiggy, jiggy it?'

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       'Stop being so personal and revolting. I just said you talked to me disgusting, and now you're doing it more.'

       'Geeze, this is one Hell of a conversation we're not having, I can't get you to answer one question straight up. Now for the last time, do you play with it a lot?'

       'Not a lot, but sometimes. Everybody does.'

       'You like it?'

       'That's the reason people do it.'

       'When you... how about I undo your wrists and you show me? Would you do that?'

       'Please no. No. I'd be embarassed.'

       'You think? We'll leave that for now, maybe come back to it later.' (as if there was ever any doubt about that. I was going to make them all do it at once, and to each other, sometimes three on one.)

       I took her freed leg by the ankle and pulled it up high into the air. I circled it around watching her crotch and how her blood spotted panties stretched tighter at the leg hole in some positions. I held her leg spread and slid my fingers in under the fabric of her briefs. She felt better than the other three together. She didn't shave herself, she had virtually no pubic hair. Or rather it was so thin and fine. She was almost, naturally, bald.

       Geeze, was she asking for it, being like that.

       I was brushing her to her crease and could feel the little extra center ridge her minora formed, they were like a straw's width right down the center of her split. It was a three part cunt symphony, a three parallel line version, and not all messy or spilled out or irregular.

       I left my knuckle low, sort of right at her vaginal entrance, her hole, while I moved her leg all around again. Some of the positions opened her up just a bit.

       I could feel the slippery, but just ever so little.

       I pressed a bit harder and she parted a bit more.

       I just held her like that, not moving or changing the position at all, maybe for three to four minutes.

       I was poised to enter her for the first time.

       And there could only be one time that was first.

       I studied her clenched face and her frightened jaw.

       I wanted to kiss the fear into her, the fear of my cock into her.

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       Her eyes were pinched beyond shut.

       I liked her hair do, especially that it was messed.

       'Fuck, this way,' I said, 'I have to see it. See you. See how you look inside. Do you think I can see your cervix?'

       I let her leg drop and now she tried to kick. I grabbed her foot and wacked it against the bed post. That fucking hurt. So many little bones in her foot to break. She'd better smarten up.

       She howled and I went to do it again.

       She stopped jerking.

       I pressed my hand firmly onto her panties where the hat pin blood was and squeezed plenty hard and twisted after.

       Damn it. Her perfect 'bride' panties had more little blood spots on them now.  Oh well, it would be a reminder, every time I wore them, so things weren't so bad after all.

       Again she surprised me. She screamed bloody murder, bloody cunt, but didn't pass out.

       But her face really contorted. I thought it was going to twist right off.

       I tied her lose leg back to the post.

       Now she laid there spread eagled with her bra and her panties facing me.

       I climbed on to her and laid along her.

       I ground my cock against her, but not inside her.

       I worked on her tits and nipples under her bra.

       I kissed her all over her face and much full on the lips.

       I'd found the hat pin and stuck it into the mattress, by her head.

       I was masturbating against her but not fucking in her.

       I raised up and pushed both hands into her panties from the top into the waist binding and grabbed, gripped full onto her crotch.

       I slid my index fingers into her and her nub got sort of pinched between them.

       'Stop hurting me. Stop sexually abusing me.' She pleaded. 'Go ahead and rape me but stop hurting me.'

       She wanted me to rape her. She was asking me to rape her. They all did eventually and she was no different.

       I looked her mean in the face. She was battered.

       'If I'm not hurting you, it's not fun and it's not rape.'

       I was getting into the buggering space.

       I was getting into that mode again, the mode where torture would happen, things would get hurt. Bad.

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       I needed to back off. To gain some perspective.

       I decided to try something different, something novel.

       It would be the first time for both of us, I was sure.

       I got up and undid both her leg ties. I pulled her slacks all the way off her other leg but left her undies on.

       Now I tied her legs loosely to the bed post but in a reversed order.

       I did the same with her wrists, pulling her sweater off and the reverse order too.

       I flipped her face down and tightened the cords up somewhat, but not as tight as when she faced up.

       She was semi spread eagled with her ass to the air.

       I climbed onto her lower legs at about the knees and grabbed onto her cheeks. I'm sure she thought I was going to ass fuck her right then. I wasn't sure I wouldn't.

       'Please. Don't do it that way to me. I don't want anal intercourse. I'm very small. Can't you see?'

       I sqeezed her sweet cheeks and put my face to them.

       'Uh. Fuck are these nice. Fuck. Fuck and fuck.'

       I shoved my thumb into her crack against her sphincter.

       'God no. Don't do it..'

       She started to buck, like a bronco, a fillie one, trying to toss me off. I bounced up and down on her legs my cock slapping along keeping the rhythm.

       I stopped with her asshole and laid down right along her. My bunger was hard to her tailbone. I ground against her a bit. I could have come with about a dozen strokes. I had my head right beside hers and twisted her face to the side and was in for a nice kiss. My weight was full onto her upper back and she sort of gasped for the breath. I kissed her cheek and then found her mouth. I wriggled my cock a bit to her butt. As I kissed her, I forced my two hands under her chest and latched onto her tiny tits. I pinched and squoze her pretty meanly.

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       Now I started the new deal.

       I pulled her arm up as far as the restraint would let her go and moved my face around to kiss her tit which was in her bra hanging straight down, but not much. That is, there wasn't much to hang down. Maybe out two inches tops into the shallow cup.

       Such a perfect small handful.

       Such a perfect small biteful.

       I jiggled her nicely and her tip was getting perfect hard.

       She felt like a princess. Daddy's little girl.

       Now I started to slide under  her.

       'What are you doing? What do you think you're doing?' She protested.

       'It's either this or I ass fuck you and bite on your hemroid while I'm at it.'

       'You are worse, so much worse than disgusting. There are no words.' She spit back at me.

       'So stop telling me then, if there are no words.' I retorted. 'Just shut the fuck up.'

       I was starting to wriggle in under her. I was on my back and my chest pushing in against hers.

       Fuck. Oh fuck have mercy. Her bra with her jiggles brushed against my nipple and then both of my nipples. I thought I would come right then. I pushed her hips into the air and slid right under her full front. Her crotch was along my boner. I ground her a bit. I put my hands to her back, onto her spine and moved her up and down, along me. I raised my crotch into hers.

       Our sex was grinding along each other.

       She was breathing heavy right into my ear as her head had flopped down beside mine.

       'You like that. Do you? You like how that feels?'

       'This isn't fair. You're making me do this.' She protested.

       'Yeah, you're right. Now I want you to do it on your own.'

       'No please. I can't I...'

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       'Sure you can. All you have to do is rub back and forth. Find the spot and keep the contact. I'll even help you.'

       'Help me do what?'

       'I'll steady you, keep you centered.'

       'For what?'

       'Stop being stupid. Evasive.' I snapped.

       'No. I'm not. I suppose you mean until you have an orgasm in me.'

       'Geeze. No that's not it at all..'

       'Then what? What do you want.'

       'You. You have the fucking orgasm. You grind against me, I'm not going in you, until you blow your load.'

       'What. But. No. No I' can't.'

       'You sure as Hell can and you sure as Hell will or I'll ass fuck you like there's no tomorrow. I'll bugger your pucker so you can hardly walk. So what'll it be.'

       'But. But I don't think I can have one, an orgasm this way. Its not how I do it.'

       'Well you'd better get started then to find out.'

       'I'll. I'll. OK. I'll try.'

       'Then kiss me.' I ordered her.

       She brought her strained face above mine and lowered her lips to meet mine also.

       She held them there but was rigid.

       I took her head between my hands and pushed her head back.

       'Do it right or don't do it at all.'

       I brought her mouth back to mine.

       She wasn't bad. She really tried and softened everything up. She even started the tonguing, with hers.

       I held her head fast to my face and twisted her gently into different angles.

       'Not bad. Not fucking bad at all. In fact pretty good. Now start to slide on.. Find the contact point for you. For you to.'

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       I put my hands under her arm pits and pushed up on her. Her tits just hung like jewels. But pancake ones.

       'Hold yourself up by your arms.'

       She did and I unlatched her bra at the front.

       Of course it fell open and they fell out as much as they could.

       I gave a hard thrust in the air with my crotch, my boner against her.

       I let her flop right down on top of me. Flat out along me.

       I took her by the arm pits again and pushed her back up even further. She was arched, bent at the small of her back. I ran my thumbs to her nipples and dug into her, moving them around. I could feel her bones through her tits, underneath her nipples. I drove my fingers in harder and brought her down to lay along me still pressing into her buds. I forced them out to the side digging my thumbnails into her and pushing her right up again. Her skin was stretched almost right to her side and her nipples were at the center of the push. Then I pushed them up and had them higher than her arm pits. Digging. Digging all the time.

       'God. God. You're hurting me. Stop.'

       'Hurting what?' I loved to hear woman say the word nipples especially when it was about their own being abused or tortured.

       (Oh. Please. Oh Please. Don't cut my nipples off, don't bite my nipples of, were the best.)

       'My nipples. My breasts. You're hurting my nipples.'

       Perfect just perfect. God could she perform. I stopped.

       I reached down and gripped on to her ass cheeks again.

       I started to slide down under her until my face was between her breasts.

       I turned to one side and took her in my mouth and suckled her. My teeth were working her from the back of her nipple out and she was full hard and crinkled.

       I wanted to try something.

       'Push yourself up on your arms again.' I told her.

       She did and her chest cleared me.

       I gripped onto one of her tiny tits firmly with two hands and squeezed from the back forward really hard.

       'Oh, No. Stop it. Stop. You're still hurting me.'

       'Shut up. Shut up and just hold the position.'

       I held the hard two handed squeeze on her for about ten seconds and then gave her an extra hard one.

       She shot out the smallest spurt of liquid from the center of her nipple.

       Well fuck and oh shit, I'd expressed her. I'd gotten a bit of the juice out of her when you'd think she wouldn't have any she was so small.

       They were real tits after all. The real deal.

       I put the tip of my tongue to her bud and her milk (milk like fluid) was a treat. A teat treat?

       It was time to get back to the grinding.

       'That was fucking nice. We'll have to do it again.'

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       I slid my hands up under her rib cage, just under her tits, and hoisted her into the air. I supported her with my arms straight up and my elbows dug into the mattress.

       I slid my hands up further at the base, to the bottom of her breasts to make them all bunch up. I pushed in on her with my thumbs and got her nipples much closer to each other.

       I wanted to force them to touch.

       I tried again, but this time really dug my thumbs in full force from each side. Still, because she was so meatless, I could only get them within two inches of each other, so this was becoming a challenge. She was becoming a mission.

           'What the fuck,' I seemed to complain, 'I've never had a bitch yet where I couldn't force her nipples to kiss. Not an adult one. Now some of the girls, the mother's daughters, that was normal, but never yet an adult woman. And you are an adult, aren't you? And a woman?'

       'Stop it. It hurts. And what does it matter? Of course I'm a woman which is why you're doing what you're trying. To humiliate me because I'm feminine.'

       'A woman with a girl's chest. No fucking bust and no fucking tit meat. That's why I can't get this to work.'

       'So what does it matter? You freak.'

       'Oh, it matters. Once I set my mind and my imagination to it, you want to believe it matters, and a whole lot more to you than me.'

       She didn't like the sound of that.

       'Let me try again, only this time I'll really use the force. I want them to fucking touch and kiss. Now they have to. They have no choice. Even if I have to cut them off to get them to do it.' (I was only kidding, for now.)

       I gave it everything I had and still the very best I could do was force her buds to within an inch of each other, so she assumed I had failed in my quest, my nipple kissing contest. But she should have known, I never accepted failure, not for such an important matter at this.

       'OK. That's it. Enough is enough.'

       'You could see right away it wasn't going to work, so you should have given up then, like right away.'

       'I never do. I never give up, and you'll see. You'll find that out about me.'

       'Well this time it appears that you have to.' She said with self satisfaction.

       So she thought she had won.

       'Oh, no. Not so fast. There's a way. Yeah, I know a way now.'

       'Uh? No, but you couldn't. You haven't been...'

       'Successful.' I finished her sentence. 'Like I'm a failure? You think I'm a failure?'

       She knew to shut the fuck up, but it was too late.

       I wriggled out from under her.

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       I danced down the hall and went into Smith's bedroom where I'd seen a sewing machine set up with a bunch of notions strewn about on a small cabinet beside it. I rummaged through its drawers, and bingo, bingo and bingo.

       I found some larger regular needles and some thicker thread, like for sewing denim or even light leather. And some good sized safety pins, about two inches long and there were some 'T' head pins, even longer and stronger, about three inches. The way they were formed, I supposed was to give a better grip, like more pushing power, which meant for me, more penetrating capability. I even viewed these everyday items from a torture engineering perspective. And, of course, there were fabric cutting scissors. Perfect, perfect, fucking perfect. She'd see. She'd fucking see.

       I waltzed back to Hack.

       And sat down on the bed beside her face and showed her my finds.

       'What the Hell. So what now?' She said.

       I pulled off about a foot of thread and snipped it off right in front of her wider, confused eyes.

       'See. See.' I said, 'This should be enough.'

       'For what? Are you mad?'

       'On the contrary, my sweet, my sweet heart, I'm just so happy. I'm not mad at all.'

       'I didn't mean angry, I meant crazy.'

       'I know what you meant. I was just foolin' with you. Can't take a joke? Don't like my humor? We'll see how you like this.'

       I was giddy like a lottery winner.

       I picked out a three inch, curved needle and threaded the thread piece through its eye. I wasn't a task at all and I got it done first try.

       I stuck the assembly into the mattress beside her face.

       I stroked the back of her head and kissed her lightly on her ear and whispered, 'OK. Now we'll get them together. You'll see. It'll work. I know we can do it together, do them together.'

       'What? No. No, please, you're not going to.. me.. the needle? Them?'

       'Them. Them.' Her nipples were 'them'.

       I reached in from the side and cupped her trembling tit. I pulled her breast hard out to her side, as much as I could, and pinched my thumb and forefinger harder onto her twisted out bud. I positioned the needle point so I could push it through her nipple, in one side and out the other. Now she thrashed and bucked but was still facing the mattress. Her sweet ass danced right in my face. Her asshole even spread.

       'Hold still. You fucking hold still, or you'll be sorry.'

       She did for a moment, but the moment I touched the point to her bud side again, she again went into the gyrations.

       'Fucking hold still.'

       'No. No, you can't. I can't.'

       I grabbed her face between my two cruel hands and squeezed her mouth and lips out. She looked funny but fantastic. I kissed her distorted lips, and sucked on them, and then bit them a little bit.

       I looked her deep in her troubled eyes.

       'Last, last fucking chance.'

       She tried to spit at me but it just got on the mattress.

       I ran my fingers through it and put some of it back into her mouth.

       And I kissed her again, squeezing her skull.

       And she spat again, but this time right into my mouth.

       I bloodied her lower lip with a good back-handed smack.

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       I took hold of her throat as if to choke her.

       She gulped and swallowed like gasping.

       I could feel her jaw clenching and grinding and I finally let go.

       Now she weezed as she breathed.

       I ran my hands from her slight shoulders, down her back to her small. I could feel her spine and its vertebra. I pressed my thumbs into them, at the bottom. I slid down and gripped her ass cheeks and kissed each one softly, and then smashed my fist into her  back small. It could have paralyzed her, but I found out later it didn't. She gave a fast little shriek and then passed out. Now I'd have no problem finishing what I'd started and wanted.

       I twisted her onto her side and re-positioned the needle point and pushed it clean through her bud which was hard. I had to push pretty hard too. The sight of the needle point, breaking the skin from inside, to exit the other side was priceless. Nothing could have look or felt better. The needle eye came out through and the tread followed it right along. I loved how the thread slid through her nipple meat. I got to her other nipple and repeated the delightful procedure. When the thread was through both of her buds, I took the needle off its end. And shoved it into her inner thigh about two inches deep and an inch from her cunt and left it there for safe keeping. I kissed it and gave her labia an incidental fast squeeze and a soft punch. Like a love punch. Then I pressed my lips to her labia lips and pretended they were her face. I'd swear they kissed me back and when I tongued her, her clit tongued me back. And it wasn't in my wet dreams, it was for real.

       Now the rest was so fucking simple. I pulled on both ends of the thread, and, of course, her nipples were forced closer together. It didn't even take a lot of strength to get them to touch since what happened was the thread pulled them out and along and elongated the holes through which it was passing.

       I pulled even tighter until the thread was starting to cut into her buds, through the holes, and I tied it off tight in a tight knot. Her nipples were securely tied together, but they were each stretched out about an inch long, to meet.

       She'd never, ever, in her entire life looked better than that. And I was much satisfied. I rolled her onto her side so I could get some good close up pictures (I'd brought with me my older, but trusty JVC digital camera, for keeping track of the indignities I had in store for Fawcett.) and the more I was exposed to her joined nipples, the more my dick got back to the two inch safety pins calling out to me from her bedside. The thread was pulling on her nipples so hard now that the holes were elongating even more and it looked like I might be able to feed the point of a safety pin right through the same holes. I surely at least owed it to myself to give it a try. I selected the lucky pin and opened it and bent it out to a right angle. I fed the point  to the first hole and slid it along inside, beside the thread. It got about half way through her bud and it didn't want to go any further. I couldn't give a fuck what it wanted and I forced it through until it came out the other side, right beside the thread.

       

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       Now the challenge was, could I get it through the other hole in her other nipple so I could do the pin up and fasten her that way too. I forced the pin as far through her first nipple as it would go and I then twisted on the pin and twisted on her other nipple and tried to aim the point how it needed to be to slide cleanly through the second time. But the position of her other bud was just all wrong to effect this. Try as I might, with lots of might, I couldn't twist her second nipple so that the hole would line up for the pin. I was frustrated, but delighted at her tit's resistance, like her nipple alone was fighting me. What could be more delicious or better?

       OK. OK, so, but, I could make a new hole in her. A second hole and this would make the excercise easy. I'd gone through from side to side for both buds her first time but now I'd have to go down the center and out the base for this second approach. And that's what I precisely did. Right down the very tip center and out the bud just above her  areola, which was all stretched by how the thread was pulling her. I pushed it out as far as I could and closed the safety pin, and now that wasn't even very hard to do. I was so, so fucking pleased with my persistance. Now, not only were her nipples sewn together, they were safety pined together also, like for extra good measure, for safety, you might say. To be sure they couldn't come apart on their own, now.

       Now it all looked even more fatastic and my camera lens just ate it all up and I thought about safety pinning her labia together. But for now, I just wondered how many I might be able to use, or could I pin her clitoris to her inner thigh, at the very top? Or run a thread through her clit and her nipple. Now that would be interesting, like how tight could I pull it?

       Finally, I decided to pick up where I'd left off, before I got so marvelously distracted. I wriggled back under her so that she was full on top of me, laying along my boner. I kissed her and played with her head while I waited for her to come to. It took about fifteen minutes, but I was in no hurry. I knew she'd be mad when she did, so it was perfect.

       She first moaned, 'My back. Oh God, my spine.'

       And then I stuck my finger between her nipples and pulled out lightly on how she was fastened.

       'No. No. What the Hell? You didn't. Stop it. Let go.'

       'You see. I told you I'd get them together, and now I can do this, which is what I wanted from the start, to do.'

       I opened up wide and got her two buds into my mouth at once. Oh happy day. Cause to celebrate. I maneuvered my teeth just so and was biting down on them both at once, Of course, I could feel the saftey pin and I could feel the thread too with my tongue and taste a bit of seeping blood.

       She cried out and used her arms to jerk herself away. Her tits pulled right out, her nipples between my teeth. I think I scrapped her pretty good too.

       Anyhow it was time to concentrate on getting her to cum.

       'OK. That was nice. That was terrific and different. Now you fucking do it.  You fucking squirt yourself.'

       'You can't be serious, my breasts and my back, they hurt.'

       'Good. Good. They're supposed to.' I gloated back to her.

       I slid down much further until her belly was on my head. It was soft but firm. My hands gripped onto her legs at the top and back so I could slide down even more.

       My chin was just above her pubic hair, against the silk of her

panties. God I was going to squirt into the air.

       I brought my hands around to the front under her at the tops of her legs and pushed her apart really hard.

       'Oh God. You're splitting me. Stop it your hurting me.'

       I slid down the last bit and let her crotch, her labia drop right down onto my face.

       Her lips were mashed against mine.

       I opened my mouth enough to run my tongue along her crease, through the sheer fabric.

       Now I took hold of her ass.

       I turned my head slightly so I could speak.

       'OK. Now go for it. Move yourself back and forth against my face until you cum. Just slide yourself back and forth. You can control the pressure.'

       'I can't please. I can't. You're making me do something I don't want to do, but are trying to make it seem like I do want to.'

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       'Start moving it. Start moving your hips and your crotch.'

       I positioned my mouth, and sometimes my chin, right up against her slit at the top where her clit was. She started to gyrate, sort of undulate around. Looking for the spot, the pressure points that would stimulate her nub. I reached up and rubbed her joined nipples lightly now. Her involuntary responses were starting to take over and she was getting sort of rubbery, engorged.

       I had my hands back to her inner thighs, underneath and pushed my thumbs to her labia, at the side, to squeeze them together and bunch them out more. It changed the position of everything inside her and she gave a small moan. She was starting to pump back and forth slightly faster and increasing the pressure on my cheek bone. I pushed my thumbs further into her labia, moving them side to side and circular, pinching her closer together. It must have been isolating her clit, making it more forward because she gave an even better gasp. Fuck was she good. And I still had my secret aid to use. She was increasing her speed of movement, but not the pressure. It's like her clit was suspended, waiting to explode, but she didn't want it to.

       She used her legs and knees to control the right height, the positions and pressure. I could see her larger inner leg muscles flexing and straining and the inner tendons protruding right to the edge of her twat. I could look right up along under her body and could see her tit mounds, all yanked together, but still jerking back and forward just a little. They were almost rigid, but not quite. They moved like a mound of frozen suspended jello, hanging ever so deliciously from her chest, her breastplate. They were perfect for eating, even devouring. A matching pair of snacks, all scrunched up together.

       Now she knew what I was leading up to.

       I opened my mouth and took in her labia and bit along her, but not hard. I got her inner ones too and did the same chewing motion. She was plenty moist by now, getting sloppy wet.

       Then I was to it.

       I opened my mouth quite a bit wider and pressed my front teeth right to her clitoral area. I pulled her down hard by her ass and she crunched against me.

       She screamed out, but not totally in pain.

       She found the right pressure point and now was moving herself across the edge of my mouth. We both could hear the slight crunching as she controlled the pressure, rubbing herself back and forth across the hard sharp surface of my front teeth. It's like she was fucking a dull knife blade and she liked it. She'd never done it before and couldn't help herself how good it felt.

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       And that was it.

       She kept that position for about ten minutes, wriggling, adjusting and regulating the pressure until she was sort of bouncing up and down on the hardness, the shape edges, until she blew.

       There's no way she faked it.

       My face was buried in her crotch, her clit being stimulated inside of her and I could feel the series of deep shudders and spasms all through her groin. She let out a guttural growl and collapsed limp on top of me breathing heavy and all sweaty.

       I moved my hands over her

       She was fucking fantastic and was sure she'd earned some real (brownie) points with me for her performance. Of course, that was the farthest thing from the truth. I must say though, she could have made a good wife for me, if she was always that good and eager in bed.

       Now it was time to punish her for her enjoyment.

       I slid out from under her and climbed up on to her sitting just below her ass on the backs of her legs. I was rough with her.

       'What are you doing? That was OK for you wasn't it? I did what you said even though I didn't think I could. So what are you doing?'

       I didn't answer.

       I was changing the ropes on her wrists back so she'd be face up again. I tied them off with the tighter stretch again.

       'No. No stop it. I only did what you said.'

       I did the same with her ankles, at last pulling her panties full down and off and now she was full spread eagled face up and scared and for the first time naked.

       'Why are you being so rough? Please stop it. You're scaring me.'

       'You had a good orgasm?' I said.

       'Yes. I had one. Like you said I had to..'

       'A good one.'

       'Well. Considering. Yes. It was OK. Good.' She just knew she was being led somewhere she didn't want to go.

       'Well that was the last fucking orgasm you'll ever have. Bitch.'

       She was ashamed of her self now. She knew she should have taken the ass fuck since she'd likely be getting it anyway.

       Had she prostituted herself. She wasn't sure, but what did it matter because I grabbed right at her labia and pinched and twisted hard. I pulled up on her pretty well lifting her off the mattress by her twat and then let her fall back.

       Then was out of the room on my way downstairs.

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       I had a plan.

       I was jittery inside, sort of like my whole body was become my cock.

       I could smell her cunt juice, her cum juice (CJ) on my face and I didn't wash it off. It was lighting me on fire.

       I retrieved a small soldering iron and extension cord from my rape kit.

       I was dangerous, now.

       I went for a snack and a beer again and looked in on the other three.

       Smith started with, 'You're raping her, aren't you? You're raping Shelly.' She sobbed.

       'Shit, she just fucked me. Face fucked me and had the best orgasm of her life.'

       'I don't believe you.' Smith countered.

           As I  just said, I had her CJ odor well plastered across my face. Her undies had become real damp and the stuff ended up on my skin, in my pores. Yippee. I bend down and pushed my face right across Smith's, across her nose. I kissed her slow. She knew the smell, that it was cunt and looked shocked and dismayed. She figured I'd forced or tricked her somehow for her personal odor to be so strong on me. The tricks, her performance, was just about to start in earnest.

       'Yeah, what do you think of that? Face fucked me like a banshee and had the orgasm of her life and now she's going to pay.'

       Fawcett was back conscious now too. 'She's just found out she's pregnant. Don't ruin it for her.'

       What a great choice of words. I'm sure she had no idea what 'ruin it' meant to me. It pretty well meant remove it, so I guess her baby would have no where to come out of (ha ha).  I wasn't thinking of cesarian at that moment. Cutting her belly open. Just about her ruined cunt. Oh shit and fuck. Her belly was so small.

       'Oh, I'll ruin it for her. You can be sure of that. Just look at her nipple and did you check her cunt bone? I think I busted it when I kneed her. I heard something crack. She won't be having any babies. Not when I'm done with her.'

       I pointed to Ladd who was still out cold. That's who I'd just been talking about.

       They looked at me with unspeakable horror and just shut up, then looked at each other.

       'Gotta go. I've got a date. Gotta put this to good use.'

       I waved the soldering iron in front of them.

       Fawcett knew what it was.

       'God will condemn you to Hell if you use that on her. Hell, your soul. I think you have a soul. Will rot in Hell.'

       'So be it. Listen for her screaming.'

       I was away and into the bathroom.

       I'm sure they were both checking Ladd's crotch right quick, feeling around and probing to feel if she was broken, as I'd just said.

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       I had a good piss and washed up a bit, around my prick, for the introduction of my cock into her vulva.

       I was really hyper sexually wired for Hack. To do her in a busting way. I just hoped I didn't murder her, get carried away and do it now instead of later. I'd worked myself all up into a sexual lather and her orgasm was the light fuse.

       I was standing over her. Ready to pounce.

       I proceeded like I had a specific mean plan and was on a time table. A mission.

       She was really scared.

       She could sense my malice, my male-ice.

       Her eyes were wide with impending horror.

       'What's that? What's that for? Please. Oh no please, you're not going to..'

       'To torture you?' I finished her unspeakable lament.

       'Oh please no. I haven't done anything to you, you didn't ask me to do.'

       'But I'm sure as fuck going to do something to you, Torture you? Yup. That's what I'm up for. What he's up for.' I pointed at my ram straight cock.

       I plugged the extension cord into an outlet and the soldering iron into the cord and turned it on and left it on the floor to heat up.

       I was up onto the bed kneeling between her legs, facing her.

       I moved in and kissed her business.

       She had so little hair it was like kissing her mouth lips.

       She was super tense and super trembling.

       I ran my tongue along the ridge of her labia minora.

       I sort of chewed on everything but didn't bite hard enough to split. But it hurt good and lots.

       I could hear crunching inside my mouth between my teeth.

       I opened her up with two hands and stared right into the eye of her clitoris.

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       I was pumping my fingers back and forth in her, to give her a good hard finger fuck, and get her good and wet.

       I got down between her cheeks and thumbed her asshole.

       She had a small hemroid, of all things. I'd attend to removing it later. Maybe burn it off or squish it off with the pliers.

       Then I was ready to come.

       Ready to enter her.

       And I stopped dead.

       I pulled the hat pin out of the mattress, where I'd put it for safe keeping, found her clit nub and, twisting and digging, shoved it in about a full inch.

       She shrieked and wailed and finally passed out.

       She wasn't invincible.

       I had to smack her back and forth across her face. 

          (I'd forgotten to bring the smelling salts that were part of my rape kit. I knew I'd forgotten something. But then again, subconsciously probably thought I didn't need them just for Fawcett, my original and only target.) 

            I had to smack Hack for almost ten minutes before she revived.

       The hat pin had a pearl head and it was stuck into a pink fleshy pearl.

       By now the soldering iron was good and hot.

       I retrieved it and held it to the steel shaft of the hat pin just next to the pearl head.

       It took a few moments to heat up.

       But when it did, Holy Mother of Shit and Screams.

       I could smell her burning.

       I could see her burning.

       I could hear her sizzling.

       And it was all inside her fucking clitoris.

       Fried from the inside out.

                 Not just inside her cunt.

                 But inside the nub of her cunt.

       They heard her screams in the living room.

       And then she went suddenly silent, passed out.

       I roasted her for about three minutes more.

       I wanted to do it third degree, really proper.

       I gave her the third degree, at least her nub.

       It could work well on nipples too,

       But better with a nail to heat up.

                 Like a four inch spiral galvanized finishing nail.

       They always worked the best.

       Now I stopped.  

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       I was completely ready to fuck her, the cock way.

       Now I couldn't get her to revive.

       I shook her (and her tits actually bounced a bit) and I slapped her hard but she stayed out cold.

       What good would that be if she didn't feel my cock pushing past her roasted flesh?

       Stupid bitch had no stamina, was a baby.

       So, I guessed.

       I might as well start getting the others ready to travel and maybe by then Hack would be available to feel it.

       There wasn't all that much to do really.

          I collected all of their underwear and negliges, and any other sexy items and a few bits of regular clothing. I had five garbage bags full. I re-bound each of then the same, at the ankles and at the knees, double sets around the wrists and then a tie just above the elbow. I tied their ankles to their wrists, I believe that's the true position for 'hog tied'. But none of them were pigs, so I'd say a better term, a more appropriate one, would be 'bitch tied.'

                 I bitch tied them all in about half an hour.

       I tapped all of their mouths with the aluminum furnace tape and wrapped it several times right around their heads, getting as much of their hair out of the way as I could. I collected all my stuff which I'd strewn and pulled the tape out of their security system recorder.

       I dragged them all to the door leading to the garage and lined them up the same.

       They were a spectacular sight.

       I'd pushed them onto their sides and they were like three curled up fetuses, except they were curled the wrong way, like backwards.

       I slapped Ladd and she was still way out.

       I wondered if she was in a coma, but doubted it.

                 It was dark outside now, approaching eleven PM.

       It's unbelievable how much time this torture business can eat up when you do it all right.

       The only thing left was Hack.

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       I was back up to see her and I couldn't slap her conscious.

       I was mad at her.

       She was disappointing me. She had the nerve to do it.

       I cut her ties and pulled her cut panties off her one leg but left her little bra on. I held onto the panties. Trophies and all that good stuff the cops and experts like to go on about.

       I got her onto the floor and took hold of her foot and dragged her along into the hall and down the stairs.

       She bump, bump. bumped down and her head hit a few times too.

       She was being dragged like a skinny sack of sex.

       I pulled her over to where the other three were and both Smith and Fawcett cried out under their tapped mouths. They were aghast at how Hack looked. They might have caught a glimpse of her cunt and the hat pin sticking straight out.

       I lifted Hack up and threw her onto the three of them, sort of across them.

       They tried to wriggle out from under her but I pressed my knife hard to Hack's throat.

       'I'll slit her throat if you don't hold still. Hold fucking still or I slice into her windpipe, I'll cut it open.'

       They froze.

                 Basically, I laid Hack along the top of them, their middles sort of forming a cot.

                 Damn it, I wanted her to come to.

                 I took her head in my hand by the hair and slapped her fast across the cheek. I slapped her good the other side. I kept at it alternating and just about gave up when she started to moan. Fuck was she in for it.

                She started to come full to. I hadn't taped her mouth yet since it was a bit bloody again.

                 Now she cried out, 'God. Oh, God. What have you done to me. I hurt. It hurts. Oh, Jesus, my vagina...'

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          I cut her off, 'Your vagina. Your fucking cunt, you mean..'

                 She continued on, 'Oh my God. No, my God. You, I can see it. You stuck something in me, in.. in..'

                 'In your clit. your fucking clitoris.' I gleefully added.

                 'You monster. You degenerate monster. How could you?'

                 'Here. I'll show you.'

                 She tried to twist away.

                 I took my switchblade and pressed it right to her throat.

                 'I'll slice your wind pipe if you don't hold still.'

                 'I don't care. It hurts so much. I don't care what you do to me now.'

                 'And what about them? You care about them?'

                She was totally defeated and barely nodded, yes.

                'Fine, so hold fucking still then, while I show you again.'

                I took hold of the hat pin head and went to pull it out. The thing was it was fused inside her, like inside her melted flesh. It pulled her clit out long but wouldn't come free. Fuck it was fantastic beautiful. But the thing was again, I didn't want to tear her clit open, at least not yet, so I flitted to my rape kit and got another hat pin. I held it right in front of her widest opened eyes I'd ever seen.

                 'Here's how.' I said and I found a spot just off where the other pin had entered and shoved it into her nub but on more of an angle.

                 God did she shriek anew and all the others wailed under their taped mouths in unison, except Ladd who was still out cold.

                Somehow, and I have no idea how, she didn't pass out. I guess some kind of natural anesthetic had kicked in.

                'Now, you see how I could and how I did and now I'm going to fuck you right on top of them.' I proclaimed proudly to her.

                She shook her head in disbelief.

                She went all silent and serious and then quietly begged, 'Mister. Oh, mister. Look at me. Look at how slender and frail I am. I'm not strong or tough and I don't deserve this, to be treated like this..'

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       I interrupted her, 'You mean mistreated, don't you?'

                'I don't deserve to be mistreated like this, none of us do.'

               'Oh, no. Oh no bitch. you got that all wrong. Fawcett, you think she doesn't deserve it? She tried to murder me, cut off my balls and you think she doesn't deserve it.'

               I got up and went to Fawcett.

               I pulled her head up and could see the rage and fear in her eyes. I turned her a little to square her chest to face me.

               'Here's what she deserves.'

               I line punched her in a tit.

               'If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't be like you are.'

               I line punched her again in the same tit.

               'So don't you tell me she doesn't deserve it.'

               I'd stood up and I hoofed her, like kicking a football, in the same tit.

               'Have I made my point.' I said as I took Hack's face in my hands again.

               The obvious would be Fawcett was out cold again, which she was.

               'I'm, Oh God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean. Don't hurt her anymore. I didn't mean. I didn't know. I just meant..'

               'What did you just meant?' I mocked her.

               'I was just trying to tell you, trying to get you to look at who I am. I'm not tough, I told you. I'm a loving person and have tried to life my life right, like by the Bible and what you've done to me isn't right and you shouldn't continue..'

                'But it sure feels good and right.'

                'No. No, I said..'

                'And it's going to feel gooder and righter when I fuck you, so lets get on with it unless you want me to unload on you like I just did on her.'

                 'Oh no. I.. I.. just please, don't.'

                 'I'm going to, and now. So either I lay a beating on you or I fuck you. It's your choice now. Yours to make.'

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        She just gave me the most resigned, gentle look and nodded and actually positioned herself on top of them and spread her sweet long legs and opened her pussy to me with her own hands.  She looked almost defiant now and froze her mouth in stubbornness.

               'Fine. Do it.' She ordered me still keeping her labia spread.

               Well that was about the dumbest thing she ever could have done. Her show of resolve, of trying to control the situation, like have the upper hand, or that should be hands, during her own cunt rape, well  she'd really goofed.

               'You hold it. You fucking keep holding it open like that, spreading your cunt lips like that, I want a picture of it.'

                She went to close them.

               'If you do that. Stop showing me your insides, I swear I'll slice your labia clean off and theirs too.'

                She held fast how she was opened.

                'And open yourself wider. Pull your lips apart even wider.'

                She did and I almost crapped and cum at the same time.

               I retrieved my digital camera and set it on high resolution.

       I quickly got to my van and retrieved my BB gun. I'd intended to use it on Fawcett but never got around to it. Now I had a target just too good to pass up, like I just couldn't resist or control my self. The vision of the pellet puncturing her when she didn't expect it at all, I just didn't want to wait I was so rubbery and excited. God was life perfect. Almost as perfect as her cunt and the target she'd made it into. The bitch should never have done it, spread herself like that. Pried open her lips for me to see in her cunt. Whatever was she thinking? She'd totally outsmarted herself and shit was it ever going to smart.

       I got back with the camera and gun but left the blaster where she couldn't see it right off. The other two, who were conscious now, Fawcett had come to, moaning because of her smashed tit, they could see it though and all their eyes went wide.

       I took about twenty great close-ups and as many snaps from farther away to get the whole picture, you might say. Or would that be the hole picture?

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       'That's good for now.' I said. 'Now I want you to close your eyes, and keep them closed.'

               She reluctantly did.

               'You keep it open. You understand? You keep your cunt  open.'

               She sort of nodded and did.

               I leaned down and slid my fingers into her spread vagina and toyed with the two hat pins.

               She whined and begged, 'Oh for God's sake, just stop it. You've hurt me and degraded me enough. So just stop it.'

               'OK. OK, so this is the deal. You think so? You really believe that? That you've had enough. I've done enough.'

                'Yes, of course, any sane person would.' She went to open her eyes to use them to plead with me.

                'You fucking keep them closed, or I swear I'll kill you all here, right now, and you'll be the last. I'll make you watch while all the others die. You got it?'

                She nodded and clamped her eyes shut like they were locked.

       I kissed her lightly on her mouth. It was clenched too.

                'Now I want you to listen very, very carefully. You're going to hear the others whining under their gags, maybe even like screaming, but you keep your eyes shut anyway. You got it?'

       'Yes. But why? Why would they?'

            I ignored her.

       I picked up the BB gun.

       I displayed it to Fawcett and Smith.

       Even though their mouths were extra taped I could make out their fear and revulsion.

       I cocked the gun and shook it a bit.

       'What's that? What are you doing? That sound?'

       'Never mind. It's nothing.'

       'Yes it is.'

       'It's nothing for you to be worried about.'

       I put the barrel to Fawcett's head, and then aimed right at her eye. She wailed under her gag.

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       'Don't want that do you?'

       She nodded vigorously, no.

       I traced it down and pushed it right into her tit I'd smashed.

       'This better?'

       She still shook her head just as vigorously.

       'Well it'll have to do, that or your cunt.'

       Fawcett looked incredulous.

       'OK?'

       The moment she nodded yes, I fired right into her milk ducts and the pellet entered about half an inch.

       Fawcett squealed and Hack let go of her cunt and snapped open her eyes.

       Now she saw rifle, but thought it was a toy. So I went back to her.

       I knelt down and kissed her again on the mouth. Her lips were softer, but trembling now.

       'I told you. I fucking told you not to open your eyes and to keep your cunt pried open. Didn't I.'

       'Yes, but. I couldn't. I had to see. Why did you hurt Farrah like that?'

       'Because I was coming to you and I wanted to see what it would be like.'

       'Uh? What? What are you saying?'

       'I'm going to make this as clear as I can. You pry your cunt open again and you shut your fucking eyes and you keep the one open and the others shut. You got it?'

       'I can't. I thin you're going to hurt me. You're not going to shoot me, are you?'

       'What do you think?'

       'No, Oh God no. How could you even thing to? Why would you? How could you?'

       'You're the one who pried open her cunt, your twat and showed me the target, so now you have to live with the consequences.'

       'But no. No, I never would have thought.'

       'Of course, not. You arrogant bitches never do.'

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       'I'm not arrogant and I only wanted you to get raping me over with. You said you were going to, so I got mad and wanted it to seem like I was making you do it, rather than you wanting to do it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it was foolish and petulant and I'm just sorry.'

       'Well you will be, so do what I said.'

       'I can't. Oh God. God. God, I just can't.'

       'I'm going to give you five minutes. Three hundred seconds, and if at the end of that time you aren't exactly as I want, I'm going to murder Jackie, right in front of you. And then Cheryl. And then..'

       'OK. OK, I will. Just let me work up the courage.'

       It was so fucking delicious. She'd go through the motions, like the actions and get herself spread with her eyes closed and the moment she heard me rustle, revert right back to not co-operating.

       Finally she had almost no time left.

       'Fifteen seconds. That's it and Jackie dies.'

       Her cunt was out of time.

       She summoned every ounce of her resolve and inner strength and fully complied and kept herself the way I demanded.

       I picked up the rifle.

       I cocked the toy.

       I brought it right to her head and shook it good beside her ear.

       The BB's made a roar in her brain.

       'Stop. Stop.' she cried but still complied. 'My breast. Shoot my breast instead.'

       'Your breast? Well that'd be interesting, since you have so little. It might hit your heart.' I joked.

       'No. Don't aim like that, but....'

       'Where then? Where should I shoot your breast?'

       We both knew where, but she wouldn't say.

       'Come on. Don't be shy or stupid, tell me where.'

       I slid the barrel right to her pink and nudged the hat pins still  sticking out of her clit.

       'OK. OK. No. No, my nipple then. Shoot my nipple then instead'.

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       'Instead of into your cunt?'

       'Yes. Yes please..'

       'Just one?'

       'Uh? Again? Pardon?'

       'Just one nipple?'

       'Oh for the love of God, both nipples then. If that's what you want.'

       'I suppose I could live with that.'

       She opened her eyes and let her cunt close.

       I kicked her hard, to the side of her ribs.

       She wailed out, 'Why? Why'd you do that?'

       'Who said you could open your eyes and close your vagina?'

       'But I thought. I thought you said about my nipples.'

       'Well. I just don't know about you. I think maybe I should just kill you instead of the others. I can see you're going to be nothing but a problem, like an attitude problem and frankly, who needs it? I don't. Do you? Do you think I do?'

       'No, I don't mean, I assumed..'

       'Yeah, exactly. You assumed. You fucking assumed when you had no business doing that. That's the biggest problem with you cunts and bitches, you always think you know better than me. Fucking slut cunts and slime twats.'

       I sounded like I was mad, but I never was. I just loved making them think they'd made me mad, so I could really let them have it and they'd think it was all their fault. If they'd done something, or not done something differently, then whatever miserable thing that was happening to them wouldn't be. Wasn't it all just perfect justice? I thought. I loved twisting their facts.

       'I'm sorry. I'm just sorry. I didn't mean to. What can I say to you.'

       'I'll tell you what I want to hear. I want you to tell me again to shoot, to BB, both your nipples..'

       'Ok, I..'

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       'I'm not finished yet. Let me finish. Stop being rude. And then to blast one right into your spread cunt.'

       There she had it. Her consequence, and she knew what a horrible mistake she'd made with her petulant action.

       Now I just looked at her. Gazed at her in amazement and amusement that I really had her this way. That I'd really said to a beautiful woman just what I had. I mean, when she got up this morning, how could she ever have envisioned this? But more to the point, what were her options now. What was she going to do?

       I mostly expected her not to comply, or at least try not to.

       'OK. OK. OK. OK. I don't know if I can stand it. But OK.'

       I knelt down beside her, sort of in a comforting manner and cradled her tear stained face and hair. I stroked her cheeks and pushed her hair away from her eyes. They were so frightened and now a little bit hopeful. Maybe it'd all been a joke, albeit a sick one, she thought and maybe she could hope more.

       'Fuck, you're beautiful. I really enjoyed on the bed upstairs. Is your ass hole still sore. That little hemroid, should I slice it off?'

       'Uh? What? No.'

       'Yeah, you're right, not now, anyway.'

       'No, not ever.'

       'Whatever.' I dismissed her.

       I cradled her more and reached for the BB'r.

       I laid it along her chest, more in her valley and she recoiled at it being there.

       'No. No. Hold still.'

       'No. No. No. Please. Oh, please. I'm a person..'

       'Sshhh. Come on, sshhh now. It'll be Ok, you'll see. It won't kill you or anything.'

       'But it'll hurt. You know it will.'

       'Well fuck, I'd say. That's why I'm doing it, why I'm going to do it, to hurt you, to punish you for your assumptions.'

       'But I don't deserve this. No woman does.'

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       'God damned it. I thought we had that all settled, about why? What the fuck, don't you ever learn?'

       She thought I was getting madder and maybe more dangerous.

       'I'm sorry. I'll stop. I just don't know what to say anymore. I always seem to say the wrong thing. I'm sorry.'

       'You'll shut up then and take your medicine?'

       She meekly nodded, yes.

       I took the cocked rifle in one hand with my itchy trigger finger on the trigger. I reached over and squeezed her tiny tit up as far out as I could. I slipped her bra up and used the barrel tip to harden her bud. It took quite a few passes and scrapes, but finally her nipple muscles contracted and she was out like a pebble. I leaned over to suckle her and bit lightly. 

       Another idea flashed through my crotch and I put the gun down for a while, at least. I wondered, with her tits being so minimal, could I express her. Could I get some of the milky white, sort of clear, fluid out of her. It was certainly worth a good try.

       'You got much juice in these?' I said as I cupped her flat mound.

       'Uh? No, what? What do you mean?'

       'You know, the milk like stuff. Some women, even ones who aren't pregnant, and oh, yes, I've heard the news, you are pregnant but just found out, but regular women, they can squirt a stream out of their nipples. Like a water gun's squirt.'

       'You're disgusting. Why. Why would I.'

       'No, you're right. You normally wouldn't but I want to see it before I use the (I touched the rifle, lovingly), so how about you try for me. I want to taste it.'

       'You are so utterly disgusting. How do you find ways to out disgust yourself?'

       'So do it. I love it. So do it.'

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       She could see my mind was set and it was pointless to try to stall me, so she reached to her own sweet tiny breast, with her two hands and squeezed her self out, much like I'd done, but not as hard and not cruelly. She worked herself from the edges of her breast forward, squeezing what little she had flat into a rounded ridge. She held herself that way with one hand, pinched tightly, like clamped and took her other hand and squeezed from another position, another angle. She worked herself, like massaging and then gave a hard fast double handed pinch and the little spurt shot out the center of her nipple. The little squirt almost got me in the eye and I fucking loved it.

       'Oh fuck. Fuck you cunt, you did it.'

       She'd let go of herself somewhat satisfied.

       'Fuck, let me taste it.'

       I slobbered all over her areola and managed to lap up the dribble that remained in its crinkles.

       'Fuck, that was better than a chocolate milkshake. Milk. Milk shake. Fuck I want some more of your milk shake.'

       I grabbed onto her same tit with, all my might, both hands. I pinched her out so hard she turned red and then purple. I squeezed and crunched and twisted like I was trying to wrench her breast off rather than get a bit more juice out of it.

       'For God's sake stop it. You're hurting me. Really hurting me. That's not how you do it.'

       'It's fucking how I do it.' and I hand viced her even harder.

       I must have done it for maybe a minute, uninterrupted, and then of all things she shot a squirt with some pink, like red blood in it. What could have been more perfect?

       'Fuck, you're bleeding. I must have ruptured some of your tit inside, look it's sort of red, the juice, like tomato.'

       'Please, I implore you, enough is enough. You've seen what you said and more, so just please, stop.'

       'I could do the other one.'

       'No. No. No. Just, just don.t'

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       'Ok. That's good. I'm good with that, lets get back to my friend.'

       I picked up the BB gun again and had the trigger on my finger.

       I squeezed her expressed tit out hard again and her nipple was forced out and was still pretty hard, at least hard enough.

       I laid the barrel of the gun along her tit and held the muzzle hole right to her bud, almost touching it, but not by maybe a sixteenth of an inch.

       She looked at me in disbelief and with pleading eyes.

       I satisfied my finger's itch.

       The thing is, the copper pellet didn't go through her nipple. It tore into it and stayed inside, but I could see the round contour of it opposite the entry hole it'd created.

       Hack screeched and passed out.

       The others wailed and struggled with their restraints.

       I was much more curious about inspecting how Hack's nipple was compromised. Fuck was it ever fantastic. I could easily feel the BB inside her. I didn't even have to pinch hard to find it. I could have forced it back out, where it'd gone in, but didn't want to. I wanted to leave it in her. I kissed her and suckled her and, of course, the new flavor of the moment, was her blood. I pulled her little bra back down to cover her wound and in no time it was nicely stained red. I decided I wasn't going to blast her other nipple right now. There were so many other nasty things to aim at it. But I still had her pink to deal with and I hadn't fucked her yet.

       Hack took about twenty minutes to come to, and I joked and molested the other three while I patiently waited.

       I pretended I was going to do the same to Smith's nipple and she fully fucking freaked. I shot her in the inner thigh instead, about an inch off where her twat started. I fingered her too and then put the slime from her cunt into Fawcett's and then into Ladd's. I really mixed up their juices, sort of like a blender.

       Hack came too moaning.

       I comforted her again.

       'Shit. It didn't go all the way through. What do you think of that?' I said. Some comfort I was.

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       'Please, get it out then. It could poison me. Please.'

       'No, it won't. It's not lead, it's copper so it won't, and I kind of like it in there. It feels different.'

       'You're so sick and miserable, How can you?'

       'Look, I'm going to do you a favor, a big one. I'm not going to blast your other one.'

       She barely looked relieved and for good reason.

       'But we, I still have to do your cunt.'

       Well the thing was, now she knew how much it hurt her nipple, so she knew her cunt pain would be beyond excruciating.        How could she let me now?

       What incentive could possibly persuade her to co-operate?        She didn't know, but I did.

       I'd used my little hobby soldering iron to heat up the hat pin in her clit, but I also had with me, in the van, my plumber's propane soldering torch. Again, I'd intended to roast Fawcett's clit right to her cunt bone, but would have to get to it later.

       'I want you to spread your labia lips again. Like before. And then we'll be done with it.'

       'For the sweet love of God, you know I can't now. You know I know how much it hurts and I just can't. It's not at all possible. Not now.'

       I cradled her head and brushed her cheeks and put my index finger softly to her quivering and timid lips.

       'Ssshhh, and listen. You do not want to say something again you'll regret. You must know that by now, about me. So listen closely, you have to. Period, you have to.'

       'But I can't. Please you have to know it now. I can't.'

       Her eyes and her face truly pleaded with me. She was never more sincere.

       'That's not the right answer. Now you think about it. Really, down deep. I've hurt you already, and you can see I enjoy it,  so don't ever think I can't, or won't, hurt you worse. There's always worse. Always.'

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       She just sort of mewled and tried to pull away into herself.

       To escape to her bed where she'd awoken in safety in the morning of this horrible and memorable day.

       I gave the BB in her nipple a little pinch.

       She stopped whimpering and howled.

       And I didn't even pinch her hard.

       'OK, so, you really need to do it. Get yourself in position again.'

       'I will not do it. I just can't. So do whatever you have to do.'

       'This is your very, very last chance.'

       I looked at her almost with pity, like softly, like I really cared and I so wanted to light the torch. But I wanted to give her every chance too, at least make it seem like I was.

       'OK. OK, but understand, if I show you, if I reveal what's next, what could be next, then it's too late. Once I show you, then I swear, I'll follow through.'

       The thing was, the other two could see the propane torch, but Hack couldn't and they howled in unison that she should not induce me to use it. But gagged as they were, none of their cries were distinguishable. Their urgency was evident but not its content. She should pay really close attention but was choosing not to.

       'Spread your labia lips, and do it wide.'

       She looked as if she was going to try to comply and got hold of her twat with two hands. Then she lashed out and tried to slap me repeatedly. I easily grabbed onto her thin wrists and pinned them well stretched above her head. I pushed my mouth down and bit on the BB in her nipple. She shrieked and still tried to slug me, but it was more like wrestling. I smacked her to the temple and she was somewhat stunned, but not out cold.

       'Very well then. Have it your way then.'

       I got up and retrieved the propane torch. Right away she knew what it was and shrieked like a banshee. She knew now she'd made a fucking large mistake. She tried to crawl away and I grabbed onto her hair at the side and yanked her back roughly. Some of her silk thin blonde hairs pulled out.

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       She was trying to get upright, up onto her feet, and when she was half way there, like up, I fisted her to her other temple. She collapsed again in a heap and the others went wild, trying to struggle out of their bindings.

       There was so much going on, I didn't notice that Ladd had come to, so there was really a lot of wriggling and jerking.

       I got to the torch and got it lit.

       Hack was semi conscious but could well hear the roar of the blue flame with the bright orange tip that was starting to heat up the wide flat copper soldering tip.

       I flipped her onto her back and grabbed onto her labia. I squeezed her hard, and pressed my thumb in, and she squished open some. There was lots of pink showing and both hat pins were sticking right straight out. Fuck it. I grabbed the one I'd heated and yanked it out. It tore her, some of her clit came with it and the skin was glued to the needle. Now she screeched for serious injury and her volume was incredible. All the others were adding to the cacophony. What a symphony of incredible music (to my ears and crotch). I yanked the other one out too and just jabbed it into to her tit, so I wouldn't lose it.

       Somehow she managed to come too.

       'For God's sake. Don't burn me. Don't burn my vagina with that. Shoot me instead. Use the pellet gun, oh please.'

       Shit, what was I to do now. I had a prime fuck beautiful cunt begging me to shoot her in it. What could be sweeter than that?

The smell of it roasting, like fried?

       I needed to pause.

       Fuck, I wanted to burn her cunt.

       Fuck, I wanted to shoot her cunt.

       I could flip a coin.

       OK. Ok, I needed to think.

       I came up with a better idea.

       'Calm down. I think I have a solution. OK. I'll shoot you. Twice, OK, twice. Right in your clit, and it's hurt now. When I pulled the pin out it got torn from inside. You want to look at it. I'll get you a mirror.'

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       She was incredulous I'd think she'd want to see it.

       I loved seeing it and fingered her and pinched her to inspect her better.

       'OK. No. You don't want a peek see?'

       'Go to Hell. You're deranged.'

       'OK.  So I'll shoot you only, but only if I still get to use the torch. Do the cunt burning.'

       'No. Oh, God no. You said not.'

       'No, not you. You pick one of them.'

       Everyone went stone cold dead silent.

       Fuck and fuck and fuck, what was she to do?

       To save her own flesh she had to chose another's cunt to be burned.

       Fuck and fuck, what was she to do?

       I was so satisfied with the conundrum I'd created for her, I decided I had to stay for the duration. Like it could take a few hours to sort out, but it was all so delicious I just had to persevere and make the effort and sacrifice.

       I went to the other three.

       'Looks like we have a situation here. I guess we'll have to delay our departure until its settled.'

       I dragged Smith by her hair back into the living room and cut the cord connecting her ankles to her wrists. I hoisted her up onto the couch and stripped off her mouth tape.

       The moment she was un-gagged, she started right in, 'You maniac. Who the Hell, do you think you are? What do you think you're doing to her, to us?'

       I grabbed her hair and back handed her lips. She licked at the blood.

       'Shut the fuck up, or I'll punch you instead of slap you.'

       She shut the fuck up.

       I went back for Ladd, and she was trying to squirm away, which was a pretty funny sight, considering how she was tied. I caught onto her by her arms, secured behind her back, fastened to her ankles, and dragged her pretty well sideways, her tits scrapping along the floor.

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       She was trying to kick and buck but ended up in front of the couch anyway. I dropped right down on top of her and grabbed at her tits. I got a good hold and hoisted her up beside Smith, using her jugs for handles. She wasn't remotely amused about that and when her mouth tape came off she wasted no time letting me know.

       'I hate you. You're scum. Why do you think you can treat me, us that way? I hate you. I..'

       Smith started in, 'You're a monster if you think..'

       I grabbed Ladd's head and I grabbed Smith's head, both by the hair, and smacked them together, pretty good hard.

       'I'll crack your fucking skulls if you don't keep it zipped.'

       Their zippers stayed closed.

       I had Fawcett to deal with now and she was going to be the fiercest. She bucked and wriggled like a banshee even before I laid a new hand on her. She was like a shark out of water. I didn't have a lot of patience for her antics so kicked her, right off, to the side of her tit, which was facing down to the floor. I twisted her upwards and elbowed her full to her nipple. I grabbed hold of her head and yanked her, one jerk at a time, all the way to the couch. I heaved her up onto the couch beside Smith and grabbed my knife and shoved it up hard under her throat.

       'I'm going to rip your gag off. If you say one fucking peep, I'll cut your tongue out, but first I'll cut your clit out. You got it?'

       She managed to force herself to nod, yes.

       I stripped her gag off and nary a word came from her mouthy lips.

       I patted her head, like a good pet dog and said, 'There. There, you see you can do it if you want to.'

       Her eyes would have killed me if they could have shot needles. Still she was trying to kill me with killer glares. And I fucking loved it. I knew her brain was on fire, where her anger center lived.

       Finally I had them all lined up like ducks in a row. Now it was time to go fetch their hunter. I got a chair and set it a few feet away, directly in front of the middle of the couch. I was back to Hack and propelled her to the chair.

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       'You sit on it. You face them, and you don't fucking move.'

       She was totally disheveled and somewhat unsteady but she managed to sit there before her friends. Secretly, I wondered who was the least of her friends, of the three.

       'OK. You know what this is about. Don't you?' I pulled up on her chin, and Hack jerked it back.

       I went and got the propane torch and re-lit it.

       'You've got five minutes to chose, or then I fry yours.'

       I got another chair and just sat off to the side, and relaxed.

       Hack, mewled to her friends, 'What can I do? What am I supposed to do?'

       Fawcett started right in, 'Don't you let him do this to us. He wants to break us and turn us on one another. Don't let him.'

       Hack replied, 'But he's going to... I can't stand it, the thought of it. What am I supposed to do?'

       Smith pleaded with her, 'Shelly, you can't let him dehumanize you like this, by choosing. Don't chose and then he can't  have his victory. You can't give up your humanity by asking him to hurt one of us instead. You just can't.'

       Hack tried not to hear her earnest please. 'Jackie, Jackie, I love you. You know I love you. You know how I love you. I'd never chose you. So don't worry. You're safe. I'd never...'

       (It was in there, between the words. They'd done some lesbo stuff. Fuck and fuck, would I ever have to explore that.)

       Smith cut back in, 'No, No, Shelly. You can't chose anyone. You can't because then you still lose. That's the point. We're in the hands of a monster and he doesn't have any morals, any humanity. And he'll take yours too if you let him.'

       'Jackie, I love you. I'll never chose you.'

       The problem was, Hack and Ladd, never really got along and Ladd knew it. They'd had words a few times and a couple of times it got quite bitchy and personal. Ladd had the biggest tits and Hack had the littlest, and at some level Hack had always been jealous of her endowment. Why couldn't God have given her just a little tit more and Ladd a little bit less. That would have been fair, wouldn't it? Hack didn't like her and she wouldn't really mind if her clit was burned instead.

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       Ladd sensed this and had to try to deflect Hack's motives.

       'Shelly. Shelly, you know I'm sorry for some of the differences we've had. Maybe I got a little nasty sometimes, but so too did you. You did too and you know it.'

       'Hey. Hey, what's going on here? I asked. 'You two have a history? You have issues?'

       They both ignored me.

       I went to Hack and stroked her face and knelt down in front of her. 'So then? This should be easy then. Hey, like payback time. Don't struggle with it. Fuck, not when you have an obvious choice.'

       'It's not that simple. I still have to live with myself.'

       I brought the flaming torch closer and held it up in front of her face, 'Yeah but you'd be living without most of your cunt, at least the most important part. You want that?'

       She moved her head to indicate, no.

       'Of course not. Of course you don't want that. So give me the go ahead. I'll burn Cheryl's clit instead of yours. Just give me the nod.'

       Hack looked me deep into my eyes. I nestled my fingers in between her legs and finger nailed her injured nub.

       'You want it hurt more?'

       She barely indicated, no, again.

       She was weakening and I knew she was going to roll over on Ladd.

       I kissed her lips very gently, and whispered into her ear, 'It's alright. You can do it, and it'll be alright. You'll see.'

       I pulled my face away from hers to receive her OK and she spit in my eye and again to my cheek, some of it into my mouth which I liked the taste of her fear and defiance.

       'I'll never. I'll never let you make me like you. You're a monster and I'll never be one.'

       I took her head full in my fists and forced her head down, almost between her knees and smashed my elbow into the spine of her back. I thing I cracked a vertebrae, but farther up where it wouldn't paralyze her. I grabbed onto her shoulders and yanked her forward and threw her face down along the floor in front of the other three.

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       She twisted around to get onto her back to face her attacker. I went for her and Smith tripped me as I went by. I staggered and fell almost on top of Hack and then Fawcett jumped up and threw herself on top of me. Ladd followed and then Smith.

       Ladd tried to knock me out by butting her hard head against mine. Fawcett tried to butt her head into my balls and Smith was up for biting my arm. There were four of them fighting for their lives and I only had one life to give. I suppose I was rightly outnumbered. These were strong now, well motivated bitches and I was in a bit of a pickle. Now it was me bucking and kicking and I just managed to break free of the pile of murderous arms and legs and mouths.

       I got back about ten feet away and they knew it was all over. The biggest and best chance they could ever have hoped for had passed them on by. Now they would have to pay, and they all knew it. I approached them and stood all powerful (again) over them. I started to kick. I didn't give a fuck who I got or where. I danced a circle around them landing the boots every few seconds. I hopped up on the couch and crash landed on top of the pile of them and quickly scampered away to go at them again.

       I managed to grapple Smith's head from the pile and pulled her loose and smacked the top of her skull right into the edge of a table. She was out cold and I kicked her four good boots to her crotch and inner legs. I was back to the pile and isolated Ladd next. I just punched her in the twat twice before she passed out too.

       Fawcett still was the toughest. So I wasn't about to take any chances so didn't even give her one. I stamped on her arm above the elbow and broke it. I heard it snap like a branch. She squealed out and I kicked her where I'd just broken her. She tried to keep fighting but had to pass out.

       Now. Now I was ready to finally fuck Hack.

       I dragged the other three to line them up side by side, like before, and dumped Hack on top of them.

       'So help me. I'll fucking kill you right now if you try even  one more thing.'

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       She was barely cognizant but wasn't unconscious.

       The torch was still burning and the copper tip was red hot. I grabbed it and shut the flame off and went in with it for her cunt. I didn't care what part of her womanhood I roasted as long as I burned her good and third degree. Maybe even fifth degree. She saw it coming but was too slow to twist away and I shoved the whole soldering tip about three inches into her canal. Well talk about pop and sizzle and steam. She shrieked the loudest I'd ever heard and passed out cold fast. I wanted something left of her cunt to fuck, so I pulled the red hot iron out right away. Her labia blistered deep red immediately so I could only imagine how bad the inside of her canal was buggered. I went to get into her, but her labia lips were almost fused together. I pried them apart, viciously and had to use considerable strength but finally got her hole opened enough to get my prick into it. I fucked her on top of them.

       It was ingenious and incredible and totally perverse.

       I squeezed her tits like I was trying to crush them, eliminate them, except as I said, there wasn't much to eliminate.

       I rode her for about ten minutes and as I came, I punched her in the mouth. She had a mouthy look and I fixed it.

       Then I kissed her and tied her up and gagged her.

       Her lower lip was bloody and her beautiful white teeth bloodstained between them.

       The only fat on her was her lip.

       I re-gagged the other three and while doing it, Smith and Fawcett came full too. I dragged the unconscious Ladd to my van and dumped her in through the rear doors. I have a detailed description of how I modified the van which is fairly long, so I'll offer is as part of another chapter.

       Suffice to say, it was partitioned from the front, sound proofed, had tie downs for ropes and no windows back of the front seat. I also installed a spare gas tank so I could drive seven hundred miles on one fill up.

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       I tried to wrestle Smith into the van next. She tried to kick like a cat in a bag. I guess she knew if she ended up in the van she'd never be coming back. She was kicking for her life, you might say.

I told her I'd kill the others, if she didn't let up, but I guess she thought I'd do that anyway so she kept bucking and thrashing. It was actually a hoot to watch since so much of her spilled out of her clothes and showed as she arched and sank.

       I went to the living room and found the poker.

       I held it to her throat and pushed.

       She screamed out under her tape gag.

       I just held it there increasing the pressure slowly.

       I was thinking to kill her right there.

       But I really didn't want to. What a waste it would be.

       I fast moved the poker down to her crotch and shoved it into her vagina. The barb went all the way in.

       I gave it a hard twist and she passed out too.

       Damn it, I wouldn't be able to fuck her right, for awhile, but at least she was still alive.

       I'd kicked her too in the cunt, so that had to count for something as well.

       I wrested her into the van like the others.

       I was back for Fawcett.

       After she saw what I'd done to Smith, she wasn't fighting, offered no resistance.

       But oh, what the Hell.

       'Remember this? What you did to me with it? You remember how you used it on me?'

       I could hear her, 'No. No.' muffled pleas.

       I slowly drew it down her front to her cunt.

       I jiggled the bloody tip into her crease and turned it back and forth.

       I stood up and pressed it down into her at an upright angle.

       I was forcing her labia into her leg at the top.

       It was starting to break the inner, slippery skin.

       Her muffled screams were deafening.

       Her broken arm twisted at a peculiar angle.

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       I stopped.

       'I think I'll take this with me for later.'

       With that, I pulled her up and guided her into the van back with my boot.

       Now only Hack was left.

       I stood over her broken body.

       She was sprawled sort of on her side and I put my foot to her ass. She flopped over onto her front. Her ass cheeks were bare and inviting, like calling me. They were lilly white but quite scrapped and scratched now but oh so delicate, almost bony and my boner sure wanted her sphincter.

       I remembered her hemroid.

       I re-lit the torch and let it heat up.

       When it was good and hot, I pried her cheeks apart and disappeared her 'roid. It sizzled and popped before it puckered and vanished. I kissed her sweet crack and got my prick good and up and into her ass hole. I buggered her for about five minutes and left her another load. I'd come so fast in her cunt, I had lots left.

       As I shot her the jizz, I pounded on the side of her little tit. I hit her a dozen times and one of her ribs gave way. I pulled out and flipped her back onto her back. She was a corpse, but alive.

I spread her legs wide. I knelt down between them and picked up the hot torch again.

       I took the blunt end of the propane cylinder and smashed it into her cunt bone, using two hands.

       Again.

       And then again.

       Everything about her vagina was shattered.

       I saw my switch blade within reach. It'd gotten knocked loose during all the melee.

       I pulled her up and hugged her and gave her a soft kiss.

       I pulled her tangled hair away from her angelic, but pained face and kissed her more.

       I rocked her gently.

       She so deserved to live.

       She so deserved to die.

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       'OK, baby girl. It's OK. You really don't want to wake up.'

       I picked up the knife and switched the blade out ready.

       I kissed her tiny tits, one after the other.

       I tenderly placed the tip of the knife to her nipple, on her heart side.

       I pushed lightly into her nipple so that I moved it to where the blade could go in between her ribs, but right through the center of her bud.

       Her life was suspended.

       And in a slow, deliberate, firm shove, her heartbeats were suspended. She didn't even gasp a last gasp.

       I held her like that for about a minute and kissed her again and laid her down softly, like with reverence, onto the floor.

       I was pretty sure I could jizz her dead, but I'd need a few minutes to recharge.

       The others were all loaded.

       I went to them.

       I organized them so that I could put a rope through each of their bindings at the back and I tied it off to a floor eyelet.

       I was tired, but pumped to the max.

       I'd just murder-fucked a beautiful woman and wanted to give her corpse a go.

       I went back in to do her.

       Well shit and holy fuck, some how the knife had missed her heart and had gone in where no vital organs were sliced.

       She was moaning.

       And even I knew in my frenzy and zeal, the dead don't moan.

       Now I didn't feel like fucking her again.

       This was truly a gift.

       I'd get to do her again and again.

       While her nipple was sliced right in half, down the center, there was very little blood now.

       I kissed her wound.

       I kissed her mouth.

       I licked her cunt.

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       'Well sweet cheeks, you sure must want to live.'

       She wasn't conscious enough to understand me.

       'I don't know why you would, but I'm good to go then.'

       I bound her the same as the others and gagged her.

       I dragged her to the van and fastened her to the pile of others.

       I was still pumped since I hadn't done her corpse so was well ready for the drive and it was only about two hours anyway.

       When I got them to my place, that's when they'd learn what real torture and abuse were about. I suppose that would be the other three. I figured Hack had a pretty good idea already.

       But still, this had been the appetizer.

       Everything was completed at Fawcett's house.

       I'd closed the electronic gate, Hack had had a remote with her.

       And we were merrily on our way down the road.

       Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,

       Life is but a dream.

       Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,

       Life is but a van load of wacked cunts.

       All waiting to die.