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Headline: News Correspondent Laura Loghan Brutally Raped in Cairo (Yeah!! Yeah!! Fantastic!!)
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God I hated fucking Egypt.
I hated the noise and the dust and the crappy food.
I hated the overwhelming number of Egyptian sweaty bodies, screaming men, mostly in their early twenties, seemingly everywhere.
I was employed as a cameraman by NBS news and had the assignment to cover Chief Foreign Affairs Correspondent and super mouthy bitch, Laura Loghan. Many times she'd treated me like shit and I gotta say there was no love lost between us.
Now don't get me wrong. I would love to have done her but it would have to be rape. I would love to have brutally raped Laura Loghan. Worked on those thirty-four D tits and bitten her ever hard nipples off.
So there we were in Cairo's Tahrir Square moments after President Hosni Mubarak resigned his post and the crowd was whipping itself into an ecstatic frenzy. Now anyone there could tell the gathering of mostly those ubiquitous early twenties men and a good number of older ones too seemed bent on creating havoc and there was Mizz Loghan right in their midst trying to get her big story. I was being jostled and pushed and could barely keep my digital video camera trained on her but I did see a hand reach out from the tight circle of jostling men and rip the single strand of pearls she had on from around her neck. As she turned to try to see who the thief was, of all things, another hand shot down and inside her black sweater. The hand ripped at her tit. She twisted around trying to fend off the offending hand and another pair of hands began to rip off the light, light blue denim jacket she had on. I could hardly believe what I was filming. They got her tied up in her jacket and the next thing I saw was a fist belt her belly - hard. She tried to bend over but was prevented from doing so because she was being stretched backwards and pulled away.
I'm not so sure what the Egyptian language part was about but I was sure in the din of hollering voices I heard some English. 'Rape her. Let's rape her. Fuck the bitch.' (Just what I'd always wanted to do.) Another hand had her by the blonde hair by then and was pulling her along backwards, separating her from me and the rest of her news crew. She was fighting and screaming bloody murder. She had a skirt on and I saw it being ripped off and man did she have a generous ass. Her panties were light beige, almost flesh coloured. That was the last I saw of her for ten minutes but God could I hear her screaming and shreaking. She was never one to protest quietly.
More than anything else in my entire life I wanted to see how she was being hurt but I couldn't get to her.
I had to use my head and quickly. I managed to get away from where she was being attacked, to circle around and come at her from another direction. Finally I pushed my way to where I could see her pinned on the ground. A guy with his pants down to his knees was banging her like a piston-pump and all his buddies were cheering him on. Hands had her arms pulled and pinned way above her head and other hands kept her legs spread wide. She was, by then, completely fucking naked. The guy pumping her finished and two other guys fought each other as to who would penetrate her next. I couldn't believe the next act. Another guy booted her in the tit. I mean like he was trying for a field goal with a football. God he had to have ruptured her ample breast.
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The two guys who were fighting to rape her next, stopped for a moment to join forces, as they say. I guess they were intrigued by how her tit was bleeding from the nipple. I heard them agree on something in Arabic and the next thing, the guys holding her to the ground let go and one guy hoisted her up to stand by holding her under the arm pits. He groped her tits as he kept her up. She was like a lolling rag doll, her head hanging forward. Someone used her hair to pull her face up. Man did she look pained as another guy spit in her eye. Then one of the two guys dropped to his knees and drove her square in the cunt. I mean he had to have smashed her labia lips to a pulp and maybe ruptured her clitoris. Then another guy took a punch and another and another. Oh fucking beauty, they were smashing her crotch to a pulp and I was getting it all on video.
The guy holding her up spun her around a couple of times and then a bunch held her up while his cock was thrust into her anus. In five minutes she was fully buggered standing up. The butt fucking guy got his arm locked around her throat from behind and began choking her. Another guy dove down to bite at her vagina from the front. You never heard such a shriek as he bit into her labia. I was almost spunking my briefs.
During the most spectacular half hour, I saw her raped seven times and beaten much more and then there was the buzz that the authorities were coming to her rescue. I expected the crowd to disperse, but three of the guys who hadn't had a chance to rape her yet had other ideas. They gripped her and dragged her limp body as fast as they could to a waiting vehicle and dumped her in the back seat.
Fuck. Fuck I had to follow them. Because of the crowds, there was no way they could drive fast and as the Egyptian police closed in no one seemed to say where she had disappeared to. They searched around frantically and found all her shredded clothes except her bra and panties which had been taken as souvenirs so they finally gave up looking for her. The car with the bitch slowly moved through the thinning crowd and I was able to keep up with it by walking and running and then walking again. After about three kilometers the car pulled into an industrial building. There was a big commercial garage door and as the car pulled in I slipped into the building undetected by those in the car. The door rolled down closed behind us.
The car pulled much further in and came to a quick stop. I guess I hadn't see it all, because five guys (not three) spilled out of the car and then pulled the naked bitch out. She was mostly semi-conscious. They were nattering and slapping each other on the back. They must have been on their cell phones because another two guys just seemed to appear from the far part of the building. It soon became apparent one bearded guy had some authority.
Dragged out of the car, she sank to the cement floor on her knees and wrapped her arms around her bleeding and battered breasts. Her head swivelled around trying to follow what her seven additional would-be rapists were going to do to her next. I was almost as excited as she was fearful. I had a strong feeling they might kill her but not before making her wish she was dead.
The guy who seemed to be a boss barked out a command and all the others stepped back. He said something else and they started to undress. In five minutes there were six naked Egyptian cocks in a circle around her. The boss man hadn't stripped (yet I assumed).
One of the guys went and got a chair. He brought it to the center of the circle and was told to hoist the bitch up onto it. He wasn't gentle as he roughed up her breasts to lift her and even gripped her vagina. It made all the others laugh and cheer and grab their mostly hard dicks.
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Of all things the main guy spoke some English. He strutted up to Laura Loghan. She looked up at him trying to be defiant.
'So American bitch, what do you think of our hospitality? Of our new found Egyptian freedom?'
'You're animals. You're pigs. You're scum and garbage.'
'Oh is that so.' He moved in on her more.
'Yes, you monster. All of you.' She shouted.
He said some more Arabic and I could pick out the word 'monster' and the others laughed and nattered too.
He said to her next. 'I want you to beg. I want you to beg me, to beg us, not to rape you anymore. You think you can do that? Beg for your cunt?'
'Go to Hell.' She spat out at him.
He dropped down and drove his fist into her breast. It nearly knocked her off the chair but he gripped onto her to steady her and signalled to two of his buddies. They jumped forward to grip onto her wrists and pulled her arms far apart. This time the guy really lined up his shot and punched her even harder in the same tit.
'You like that. You like me smashing your tit?'
'Don't. Don't hit me anymore.'
He motioned to another guy in Arabic.
He came forward and held his erect cock right in front of her face.
'Suck it. Fucking suck it. American cunt.'
'No. Go to Hell.'
The stiff-cocked guy gripped her face and forced his boner to her lips. She wouldn't open up. He sat on her lap facing her and tried to work his cock into her crotch. She struggled wildly until the head guy spoke again. The guy got off her lap and they moved her further into the building. There, hanging from a large overhead steel beam was a chain-fall or a chain-hoist used for lifting heavy equipment. A guy worked it until there was a big steel hook hanging just above her head. Another guy bound her wrists and they hooked her up to the hook. In no time they had her arms pulled way up above her head but her feet were still on the cement floor.
The boss guy went back up to her face.
He gripped her mouth and kissed her meanly.
'We're gonna hurt you bitch. Now we're gonna hurt you more than you ever imagined possible.'
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He took hold of her battered tits and lifted her feet up off the floor. He held her elevated by the breasts as all the others hooted and egged him on. He lifted her higher and as he dropped her he brought his knee, fast, up into her crotch. He kneed her pubic bone so hard it hurt his knee-cap. He swung around and roundly punched her dead center in her vagina for added measure. He signalled the other guys and they all started to line up. The first guy ran up to her and belted her pussy. Then the next guy and the next and so on. They seemed to love what they were doing to her as they laughed and congratulated each other with enthusiasm. There was a lot of back-slapping going on.
She soon was semi-conscious again which made the guy signal them to stop. It seemed he wanted her to feel what was happening to her.
I had been mesmerized but was getting it all on camera when all of a sudden there was another guy behind me.
Shit was I scared as he grabbed my arm and pushed me to where she was hanging.
There was all the foreign language stuff going on but I managed to get the head guy's attention.
'Look. Look, I'm with you. You're doing a fantastic job on her. Keep it up. Let me help if you will.'
'Who are you?'
'Jim, I'm with NBS too and I'm one of her camera-men but she's such a bitch. I've wanted to rape her for years. How about you give me the chance?'
There was a bunch more muttering and then he addressed me.
'You got this all on video?'
I nodded. 'Fucking right and you can all have copies. I can keep filming it and make you copies.'
He seemed to love that idea and so did the others mutter their approval.
'So Jim from NBS, what do you want to do to her?'
'Why don't you sit back and let me entertain you for awhile. I'll show you how to use the camera and you can take the pictures of me. I swear I'll show you how to hurt her.'
He seemed intrigued by the prospect and went up to her.
'So bitch, what do you think about your camera-man using you? Huh? He says he knows how to really hurt you. What do you think about that?'
She looked at me with considerable scorn. 'You miserable little monster, how can you join in with these animals? How can you even want to?'
I gave the boss guy a look to get his OK to let me get started on her. He gave me the nod.
I took hold of her face and pinched her mouth out.
'You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that. I've wanted to hurt you.'
'Go to Hell.' She barked at me.
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I moved my hand down to her bleeding breast.
'Stop it. Get your hands off me.'
'I should fucking bite off your nipple. That's what I think I'd like to do.'
'Stop it. Get your hands off me. Stop it.'
I pulled away on her nipple, making her breast really stretched out and looked at my circle of fans. They nodded their heads in approval and laughed. I drove my fist into the stretched underside of her tit and drove her breast almost up to her shoulder before it flopped down and jiggled for what seemed like quite awhile. They all clapped and cheered.
'Jim stop it. Jim, you have to help me. Save me. Help to save me. I think they're going to kill me.'
I pulled her face to me and whispered hoarsely in her ear. 'If they don't kill you, I will. I'll rip or burn your fucking cunt out. You have no idea how long I've wanted to rape you.'
The boss jabbered at me. 'What? What did you say to her.'
I answered. 'She thinks you're going to kill her. I told her if you don't I will and I'll rip or burn her fucking cunt out.'
'Very good. Very good my friend, Jim. How would you do it, rip or burn her fucking cunt out?'
'You got any torches here? Y'know, like propane torches or welding equipment. You got any pliers?'
He muttered to his friends and one went trotting off.
Laura looked at me and whimpered.
'Why? Why do you want to hurt me?'
'You snotty bitch. You remember how many times you put me down? How you dismissed me and bossed me around especially if you figured the camera angle wasn't just right? Huh, you remember?'
'I was only doing my job. I was only trying to my job the best I could.'
'Well I gotta tell you, you made a lot of enemies along the way and right now, besides these guys, I'm your biggest enemy number one.'
'No. No you have to help me. You have to help me get away before they kill me.'
'I don't think so. You really think they're gonna just let you go when so many of them still have to rape you. Oh no, I'd say your cunt's in for a real fuck bashing. How are they anyway? How do these Egyptian guys fuck? They any good at raping a woman?'
By then the guy came back with three propane torches, the kind a handyman would use and two pairs of pliers. He showed them to the boss guy.
'Mister Jim man, I've got your stuff. What do you want to do with it?'
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'Yeah, great, have him bring it here.'
The guy did so and dumped it all on the floor in front of her.
I called out. 'You got any matches?'
They murmured and in no time I had four books full that were all inscribed in Arabic.
I showed one to her.
'For God's sake. Jim. No. What are you gonna do with those?'
'The first thing sweetheart is to get the torches lit.'
'No. No. You can't burn me. No.'
'Just your labia sweets. Just your fucking labia.'
The boss guy knew well what the English word labia meant. He came up to me and as I lit a torch, actually he was quite polite and put his hand on my shoulder. 'Me. Me, I'd like to be the first to burn her labia if you don't mind, Jim.'
'OK. Absolutely. You got her. She's really yours. Your property. So anything you say.'
The torch was lit and heating up.
He went directly to her face.
'American bitch, first I'm gonna rape you and then I'm gonna burn you and then after that they're all gonna rape you some more.'
'No. No, for God's sake no.'
'For Allah's sake, you mean.' He said back to her.
'No. No for God's sake. Jesus help me.'
He gave her a smack across the mouth.
'Allah, bitch. It's Allah, bitch, to you.'
She gave him a super defiant look and spat out. 'Fuck you and your Allah.'
Well Muslims aren't ones to have their god denigrated. He pulled her head back using her hair and gripped his hand around her throat. There was no doubt he began choking her. He squeezed harder and harder until she seemed to be turning blue. I went up to him and tapped his shoulder.
'You really wanna kill her now? You really wanna kill her so soon?'
He looked at me and the burning torch I had in my hand.
He let go of her neck and grabbed the torch.
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'You fucking bitch. Take the name of Allah in vain, will you. You fucking useless American cunt.'
With that he jammed the red hot tip of the torch directly into her nipple.
Fuck did she ever burn and did they ever hoot and holler (for more). Every last one of them. Savages, she thought. I figured they were princes.
She flopped up and down as she writhed and twisted so he finally pulled the red-hot torch tip out of her nipple. A lot of her nipple skin came away with it.
As she shrieked, he began to drop his pants and soon was naked just like all the others. Now he didn't have such a large cock but it was decidedly bent to the left. The curvature was remarkably pronounced. I had to check on the Net to find that - the condition of Peyronie's Disease occurs when internal scar tissue causes the penis to turn to one side, or up, or down. Anyhow it was going to be interesting watching him drive it into her.
He grabbed her vagina with two hands and worked her furiously. He was really clawing and scratching at her. I saw his thumbs thrusting deeply inside of her and then he'd stretch her wide open too. It was like he was trying to tear her labia lips apart. Rip them open at the seams. Anyhow, when he was completely hard enough he stood up and almost had to face her at a right angle as he started to feed his pecker's knob into her damaged crease. As he slid into her he turned to face her and at last was in a position to begin thrusting away. I can't imagine how his pecker was lodged inside of her vagina but with every thrust she cried a sharp wail. I guess he was grinding hard against her vaginal walls which was out of the ordinary.
Just as he seemed about to cum, he slowed down and called out to one of his buddies in Arabic. The guy came scampering forward and got behind her. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pried them apart. Oh fuck and shit and Mary mother of mother fucking Jesus and Allah, he was going to bugger her while she was being vaginally raped. She tried to look back to see him as he pressed his eager knob to her anus. She wailed out, 'No. No. No. Jim help me. No.'
He gave her such a vicious thrust into her rectum I knew he had to have torn her sphincter. In no time, the two of them were banging away inside her as the others clapped their approval. I gotta say it was quite a show. Better than any other live stage show I'd ever seen and, of course, it was all being recorded as was my part of the bargain.
The two fuckers managed to make it last ten minutes and when they were done and had pulled out of her, the boss guy signalled for two more guys to repeat the process. All in all she was double fucked four more times in a row. A couple of guys got to go twice. There really wasn't a lot left of her body to destroy. But then came the real surprise.
Now if you read about these Muslim, Arabic societies, women are held in very low regard by men. It is a woman's position to be completely subservient to men, to any man no matter how much of a dunderhead he might be and it is bred into Arab men at a very young age. At least that's what I've been led to believe.
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There was a bit of commotion when two boys suddenly appeared. They couldn't have been more than twelve and thirteen and they were obviously brothers and man did they bear a striking resemblance to the boss guy. Of course, as it turned out, they were but two of his sons but the only ones old enough to do anything to a woman.
He brought them to directly in front of the adult woman suspended by her wrists with her vagina and her asshole bleeding and her burned out nipple on her tit. Amazingly, or perhaps not so, the boys were not the least bit offended nor afraid. The father said something to them and one after the other they strode up to her and punched her in the vagina. He said it again and they did it again. Then he went and had a little, sort of private, chat with them. It was like everyone could see but he whispered to them and all of a sudden they both nodded their heads enthusiastically. He gave the signal and she was lowered to the cement floor. Her wrists were unbound and four men held each of her extremities. The first boy, the older one, proceeded to strip naked. No doubt he was his father's son. His childish pecker was bent to the left when he was fully erected. His father patted him on the back and guided him onto the splayed and displayed woman. She tried to resist and buck up, like jerk her hips around, so the father told the kid to do it again. The boy belted her pretty good in the crotch. Laura knew there was no further preventing it so she settled down as the kid plied his pint sized pecker head to her mature and gaping slit. Once he got in, fuck did he ever love fucking her. He gave his little manly thrusts everything he had and as he did his dad guided his hands on how to pinch her burned out nipple. The boy even dug his dirty fingernails into her wound which made Laura screech all the more since her nipple flesh was raw and burned and so many nerve endings were exposed because of the missing skin. The boy was quite amazing as it was his first time inside a woman and he didn't cum quickly. His dad told him how to ease off as his spunk was about to travel so all in all he made it last fifteen minutes. I was sure it was a sexual experience he would never forget and suspected it had set his proclivity (for life) to want to hurt other women. Simple sex would never do after that spectacular initiation.
When the boy was done it was time for his brother but the poor little beggar couldn't get his cocklet to harden up. Obviously there was disappointment on the part of all but the father wasn't the least bit angry. Instead he gave the younger boy a kirpan like knife that had been sharpened razor sharp. He told the boy to sit on her knees which he did. There was a moment of exquisite silence full of pregnant possibilities as the man said what he said.
The boy pulled out on one of her labia lips and forced the knife into it. He sawed away until the lip was removed. Laura could not believe she was being de-sexed, being so radically vaginally mutilated by what seemed to be a twelve year old. As the boy held her labia lip up high all the others cheered.
As he prepared to remove the other one, the older boy pleaded to his father and his dad said OK. The crowd clapped and cheered as the younger one got up off her and proceeded to join them as they all passed her severed labia lip around. Then when the older boy was sitting on her knees too with the knife in his hand they all went studiously silent. Not only did the kid saw he other labia lip off, he worked the knife into her tunnel and gave a thrust into her cervix. I wasn't sure if the boss wanted her to die then but there was a pretty good chance she was going to bleed out through her vagina and that would be that.
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Now the thing to remember is some of the guys had only fucked her in the ass. They desperately wanted a go at that prime American cunt while she was still alive. There was much muttering and then three of the men raped her missionary position all the while she was bleeding out of her cervix.
It was pretty clear Laura's end was near. How she remained conscious was a major miracle but she groaned and cried as her femininity and womanhood were being ripped out of her. When the last of the raping had taken place it seemed they were done with her. They got dressed and within half an hour all had vacated the premises leaving me there alone with her. I have to say that quite surprised me. But then I had promised to provide them with complete copies of the videos I had made and the boss guy gave a cell number where I cold reach him when they were available.
I guess what I wasn't aware of was it was time for one of their multiple daily prayer sessions where they knelt down and bowed their heads to Allah. How ironic, I chuckled to myself, that they could sexually torture and mutilate a woman near to death and then still feel the need to pray to their god. How utterly perverse but sweetly so too.
Laura was a broken bleeding heap on the cement floor. I approached her gingerly and turned her from the fetal position she was in to lie on her back. Fuck, I have to say she still looked sweet even with her bloated tit with the nipple burned off. I wondered what it would feel like, for both her and me, if I fucked that tit.
She looked up at me and begged. 'Jim. Jim, you have to get me to a hospital. You have to get me help.'
I took her head and held it. 'You sure? You sure you really wanna go on living after how you've been mutilated? There's nothing left of your vagina and your fucking nipple's gone. Why would you want to be a woman like that? Wouldn't you be better off dead?'
'No. No, I don't want to die. I have a family. I have a husband and son. I want to see them again. Please, just please, help me.'
'Y'know, I can't imagine how many time you've been raped in the last five hours, fuck I have no idea but you think you could go for one more?'
'Huh? What? Huh?'
'I'll think about helping you if you let me rape you last.'
'What? What? You can't be serious.'
I squeezed her breast that still had a nipple.
'Stop it. Don't. Jim you have to stop it.'
'Or what? What're you gonna do.'
I pinched and dug my fingernail into her nipple.
'Fucking sweet.' I groaned as I got up to take off my pants.
'No. No, God no. You can't be serious.'
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'You don't remember what I said to you. Like way back when you'd only been raped a dozen times?'
'No. No, what? No.'
'Sure you remember.'
'No. No, I don't. What did you say to me?'
'I said if they didn't kill you, I would.'
'Oh God. Oh God. No. No, you can't be serious. After all I've endured. After all I've survived, you can't be serious.'
'So I'm asking you again, will you let me rape you last if I let you stay alive?'
'Oh God. Oh God. Oh god.'
'What kind of an answer is that?'
'Oh God. You can't.'
I looked around and saw they had left behind all three of the propane torches. I went over to retrieve one.
'Look what I found.'
She went into a little mewling ball as I showed it to her.
'Y'know what I think you need. Your cunt's bleeding. Your vagina's still bleeding. I think you need it cauterized. I think I'm gonna burn what's left of your cunt. I mean you have no labia lips left but I guess you still have half a vagina. Am I right?'
'Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. OK. OK, you can rape me. You can rape me the last time.'
'Sweet. Fucking sweet. I don't mind if I do. But.. But..'
'But what?'
'But what? But. But with an extra t. I love it. How did you like it when you got it up the butt? When you got buggered so many times?'
'You're horrid. You're a monster just as bad as all of them? Stop it.'
'You think I'm just as bad? Is that what you think? Laura, honey, you have no idea. You have no idea what I'm still capable of doing to you. What I intend to do to you.'
'What? What no. What? Please. What do you mean?'
'First I'm gonna fuck you. Then I'm gonna burn you. And then I'm gonna show you.'
'Oh God. Oh God. For the love of Jesus, don't.'
I patted her face.
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'Remember that great line from Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry movie?'
'What line?'
'Y'know the one where the guy has a cross on or something. I can't recall but I do remember him saying to the crook, 'So you believe in Jesus, do you? Well you're gonna need him.' And then he blows him away with his three-fifty-seven. Same for you bitch. You believe in Jesus?'
'I.. I.. I don't know what to say.'
'How about God? You believe in God?'
'Yes, of course I do.'
'So where is He? Where is He now? Why isn't He helping you? Why hasn't He saved you so far and why, mother of sweet Jesus, why has He let you fall into my hands? Now you answer that?'
'I don't know. I don't know.'
'Well I know?'
'No. Why?'
'Because you're an arrogant, snotty, self-righteous bitch who has always thought she's better than everyone else and because you use your fucking body to prostitute yourself to get ahead. That's why. And because for every action there's a reaction and I'm your reaction. Now it's time to fuck. Shut the fuck up and get fucked.'
I back handed her bruised and dirt smeared face several times and then laid her out straight on her back.
She moaned as I spread her legs as wide as I could get them to stay. I gotta say her cunt was an artistic mess. Where her labia lips should have been there was nothing but two gaping expanses of blood-red, exposed raw-meat that still oozed fluids. It was pretty hard to tell by just looking where her actual vaginal passage was but my prying fingers in I found it pretty fast. The thing that was amazing was that it appeared as if even though her labia lips had been crudely hacked off, her clitoris still remained. Right in the middle of her medical emergency there was this tiny bulb of expanded round flesh which looked so much like any other engorged clit I'd even seen.
'Fuck bitch. Fuck. It looks like you've still got your clit. Fuck, they never got your clitoris. We'll have to do something about that.'
I plied my fingers to her spot.
'No. No, God no. That hurts.'
'Oh you mean because I'm pinching you? What if I bite it? What if I bite your fucking clit off?'
'Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus. Oh God, Jesus no.'
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'So you do believe in Jesus. Well y'know, good for you because your clit's gonna need him.'
I got my face down to her mush of a pussy and worked my teeth onto her bulb.
Now any reasonable person would have expected her to fight and to thrash, but not her. Not then. She was so traumatized, so overwhelmed, by the plethora of abuses that had mutilated her body that she simply froze. I mean talk about an easy bite. An easy extraction. It was like a dentist who had put a patient all the way out with gas only my patient was fully conscious. But was rigid with fear.
There seemed to be a bit of a delayed reaction as she felt my teeth sink into her bulb. Her cunt blood squirted into my mouth and out about my face and for a second or so she didn't react. But then when went vaginally ballistic, like there was a mini nuclear explosion in her crotch meat. She fired her pubic bone up to smack my chin and then went thrashing back down to the cement floor. She had to have hurt her tail bone. She shot her hips back up and as she fired her ass back down I gave her the full bite and severed her clit bulb from her pussy. I pulled it out from between my teeth to show her what her little tadpole looked like. It was completely priceless. She was jerking and thrashing so wildly there was no way for me to fuck her without laying a beating on her. I slugged her tit with the missing nipple. I hit her and hit her again. Still no let up in her animation. I kneed her in the other tit almost tearing some of her underlying pectoral muscles away. Still she thrashed like a bucking bronco. Finally I gripped her head and smacked the back of her skull to the concrete. It dazed her. Three more cracks of her skull and she was concussed. I'd given the bitch a pretty decent concussion and she went catatonic. She was more than dazed. That was good enough for me.
I spread her onto her back again and got my cock ready. My thumbs plied her and in no time they were pushed in to her cervix. All those fucking Arabs men and not one had buggered her vix. Only the boy had stabbed it. What the hell was wrong with them? Amateurs. Amateurs all, I chuckled to myself.
The biggest problem I had fucking her was the lack of definition left in her vaginal canal. I mean she was so sloppy and loose it was like fucking over-boiled spaghetti. Now you go try to fuck a bowl of spaghetti and see how far you get in the ejaculation department. But I was determined, and as my pecker knob banged into her cervix I finally got enough sensation to build it to an orgasm. She had regained some semblance of awareness, even though she had one hell of a headache from her cracked skull and as I came, she wailed out for God to make it stop. God didn't listen to her so I didn't stop. I left her a load enough to drown a kitten which would normally grow up to be a pussy. Upon spunking her I knew she was pretty well done for. I guess her brain was swelling in her skull and from all the TV medical shows I knew that could become critical pretty soon. I figured I might have half an hour, so decided I had to work fast.
Under the chain-fall they had used to hoist her with was an anchor ring in the floor for some other kind of heavy equipment. It was sort of five feet off to the side. I'd noticed it right away and the possibilities shot through my imagination immediately. I traipsed off and found a length of nylon strapping that was strong enough to lift a couple of tons. I got the strapping wrapped around one of her ankles and tied off to the ring on the floor. I used another piece of strapping to tie her other ankle to the lowered hook of the chain-fall. She knew something was up. Something that felt horrible but she couldn't imagine what.
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I started to work the chain-fall which pulled her foot into the air. In no time she could tell she was in for the crotch stretching of her life. I pulled her foot up further until it forced her hips right off the the floor. I kept on pulling her up until her other leg was being strained and pulled straight. She was suspended by one foot with her legs fully spread and her other foot firmly fixed to the floor.
It was the most awkward of imaginable position for her to be in. Somehow she was marginally still conscious. I went to her contorted face.
'So Laura, now you die. Now you die bitch. First I'm gonna light a torch and when it's good and hot I'm gonna ram it into your vagina, or at least what's left of it. And then I'm gonna use the lift to actually pull your fucking legs off. I'm guessing only one'll actual come off but that'll be good enough for me. You understand?'
She whispered the most pathetic and sincere, 'No. God, No. Have some mercy. Have Mercy. Just kill me. No don't.'
I lit a torch.
I let it warm up for five minutes while she was suspended there.
Finally, at last, it was hot enough for my purposes.
As I hefted the torch back and forth in my hands she started to pray. She only got to the third line of the Lord's Prayer before I plunged the red hot tip fully into her vagina and shoved on it hard enough further to break through her cervix to barge into her womb. Of course, with all the sizzling and smoking she passed all the way out pretty quickly. I left the torch jammed in her as I started to work the chain-fall. Her hips strained at the hip joints and I had to use a fair bit of strength to get her first hip leg-ball to pop out of the socket. Then only muscle and tendons and flesh were holding her leg on. But it was the one for her leg attached to the floor which had dislocated so I was able to keep on raising her up. It was utterly fantastic how her whole vaginal region became stretched and distorted as her skin kept on pulling further and further to the breaking point, to the severing and snapping point.
It actually looked like it could rip one of her ass cheeks off too. I had to find out. No more dilly-dallying.
I went the whole distance until her leg ripped loose and, yes, most of her vagina and half of her ass cheek got torn away too. As the last flesh tore apart she gave a hard jerk up and there she hung swaying by one leg with her other leg laying forlorn and forsaken on the floor. Blood gushed out of the big artery, I think they called it the femoral one and in five minutes she seemed dead. I took lots of video footage of that.
As she hung there by her one leg I got the notion to see if I could hammer her loose with an iron bar which was handy. I smashed and smashed at her hip joint until I'd broken all the bone structure and sure enough her upside down body weight began to pull her flesh long. I smashed her a half dozen more times before the skin ripped all the way away and her torso crashed to the floor and she split her skull open. Now I'm not exactly partial to the sight of splattered brain matter so I was pretty well done with her. I kicked her a few times and as I went to depart noticed she still had a pretty good portion of her remaining nipple remaining. I severed it off with a clean cut and held on to it.
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I searched around for a washroom where I got myself presentably cleaned up and dressed. I stuffed her nipple in my pocket along with the tadpole that had been her clit and made off with my booty and my videos.
I truly have to say I didn't hate Egypt anymore and the experience had been one of my most unusual and rewarding.
I was curious how the press would report the discovery of her dismembered body.
What details would they or wouldn't they reveal?
Freedom of the press.
After all, that's why we were there in the first place.
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