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Entry Five: Sunday September 5 1993
Fun in a Hot Tub
Two months ago Tricia and I had ourselves a heck of a July Fourth holiday. We jammed firecrackers and other pyrotechnic devices up every crevice and hole of this scrumptious boy named Peter something or other and lit him up. Jesus that was fun! But it’d been two whole long months ago and I was lusting after doing another boy. Trish was too but she didn’t have it as bad as me.
So yesterday afternoon I told Mom I thought I’d die if I didn’t get a chance to snuff a boy soon. She laughed cause it was funny saying I’d die if I couldn’t kill another boy. My living the good life depended on me killing sweet innocent boys. It was funny in a way. And true. But Mom’s good about things like that and she said our neighbor Mark Tilden was having another holiday party that night. Mom said if Trish and I played our cards right we could have some cruel fun with Mark. We knew he’d never married but rumor had it he fancied himself a ‘ladies’ man’. Men like that are so easy to seduce and fool.
For the last couple years I’ve been teasing the man some so I knew he found me desirable. Hell, I’d pressed my gorgeous boobies against his chest and run my knee up between his legs often enough to see if he was hetero or homo. He responded all right. The man got a nice big boner every time I touched him. Mom knew all about that of course. She thought it was funny how easily I could manipulate the man. That’s why she suggested I think about doing Mark for my next snuff. She even told me how to pull it off. Well, I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I got Tricia and we got ready for Mark’s Labor Day party. Followed by our special snuff party.
It was pretty simple really. We dressed real provocatively and I made sure to follow Mark every time he went into the kitchen. I teased than man unmercifully. He was all righteous at first, fending me off, telling me it wasn’t right. But men have no resistance when it comes to sex. Especially if a sexy seventeen year old fox like me is coming on to them. Anyway, while I got Mark all hot and bothered Tricia latched on to this kid who lived on the next street. He was like twenty or something and not bad looking. I’d have loved to snuff him but we needed him for an alibi.
Here’s how it worked. We partied with the neighbors till about ten o’clock last night. Trisha and I both made a big deal about getting in the hot tube. We were going to drown Mark in there later and we wanted plenty of witnesses to tell the cops why our DNA was in the tube. It was easy. Everybody knew about Mark’s parties. Everybody brought swimsuits and got in his enormous hot tub. That sucker holds ten people at once. Or two sadistic girls and one snuffable man.
We played in the tub. I managed to get my toes between Mark’s legs so I could fiddle his cock a couple of times and everybody seemed to be having a wonderful time. About ten last night after the first few guests left for home we did too. Trish and me and Rick all left together and made a conspicuous exit. Rick’s the boy Trish seduced for our alibi. We left cause we knew Mark’s party would go on another couple hours and we wanted all the neighbors to know we’d left kind of early. So there’d be plenty of people to tell the cops that Mark was alive and happy way after Trish and I were gone.
Mom did her part. She kept refilling Mark’s drink for the next couple hours so he’d get good and drunk and stupid. Mom’s good at that. She can get a man drunk enough to impair his judgment and his motor skill but not so drunk he passes out. There’s no fun in torturing a man who’s not awake to truly experience all the delicious pain a girl’s giving him. So Mom set Mark up while Trish and I took Rick to my house . We fucked that boy silly. He had a decent cock. And he stayed hard for us too. Maybe because Trish and I put on a little lezbo show for the fool. It was actually kind of a great fuck really. If I wasn’t such a cruel sadistic bitch it would have satisfied me completely. But I am what I am. And I had a man to snuff. So I was happy but not quite satisfied. If anything the fantastic sex riding Rick’s cock just made me want to snuff a boy more. Anyway, we made sure Rick would remember the fucking part of the evening. We got him drunk too. And rolled three joints for our weed happy boy. The idea was to give him the fuck of his sweet young life and then have him pass out so we could leave. And then we could go see Mark one last time after all his other guests had gone home. It couldn’t have worked any better than it did. Rick was totally out of it by 1am.
We grabbed some supplies and snuck down to Mark’s house to wait till the last guest left. After Mr. And Mrs., Doyle from down the street left we gave it ten minutes to make sure they hadn’t forgot something and doubled back. Then Trish and I stayed in the shadows and sauntered into the backyard. Mark was right where he was supposed to be, tipsy and staggering around collecting glasses and trash and shit. I pulled off my tee shirt, ran up to him with my perky seventeen year old boobs bouncing just right and grabbed his hand and whispered in his ear that he should get in the hot tub with us cause Trish and I wanted to fuck. I started pulling his swim trunks off. He didn’t need any more prompting than that. He followed me right to the hot tube, our chosen killing zone.
That’s when the real fun started. As soon as we were all in that big tub I wrapped my legs around Mark’s body from behind him making sure I got his arms trapped. Trish sat on his lap and her weight combined with mine pushed all of us under water. But we were sitting on the man so our heads were about eighteen inches above his. It was wonderful. His piggy little face was under water but ours weren’t. We could see him staring up at us, his eyes wide, a silly grin on his face. At first. When he started running out of breath his grin turned into more of a grimace. Then a silent shout as he struggled and tried to get to the air. Trish and I laughed, kissed and kept him under until he stopped fighting so much.
It’s a delicate thing judging just when a man’s on the edge of death. I’m still learning. But that first time Tricia and I got it just right. We grabbed the sides of the tub and used out legs to lever Mark’s head out of the water. Tricia had to slap him half a dozen times but finally he coughed, sputtered and sucked in a huge breath of air. We let him catch three or four breaths and when he started to ask what the fuck we were doing we pushed him under water again. It was fabulous! He fought even harder this time. And that old fart lasted longer this time too. I guess anger and fear and pain are good for a man’s resolve. But Tricia and my legs proved stronger than Mark’s resolve. We drowned our unhappy host a second time. And I think Trish had an orgasm doing it. I know I got close.
We didn’t want to slap the man anymore cause that’d leave marks. No sense giving the cops anything to suspect it wasn’t just some drunken home owner drowning in his expensive hot tub. But he was having trouble getting his breathing going again. But we were prepared. Mom had warned us our victim might not recover so good after multiple drownings. So I snapped one of those ammonia capsules under his nose. Trish grabbed a handful of his hair and shook his head back and forth and Mark started to revive some. While he was still groggy Tricia got off him and got the other supply we’d brought with us. It was a roll of saran warp. Only it was the commercial kind used to wrap furniture and stuff. We wrapped a ton of the stuff around Mark’s body so his arms were pinned to his sides and his legs were bound together at the ankles. We wrapped a couple layers around his face too so his mouth was covered. It be easier to drown him now. We could try all kinds of positions and wicked things on the man.
Tricia and I shared a cigarette and, well, the water was sooooo nice and we’d gotten kind of stimulated drowning Mark like that we just couldn’t help it. I wrapped my legs around Tricia and kissed my best girlfriend. She kissed back. Hard! One thing lead to another and we found ourselves in that common position, my hand working its way inside her cunt and her fingers probing deep into my cunt. I checked on Mark while my girl and I made love. His eyes never left us. And even though the tub’s jets were off the water was churning and bubbling from me and Tricia fucking each other. So I couldn’t exactly see his dick but I rubbed my leg between Mark’s legs and he had one hell of a boner! It was bigger than when I’d first led him into the tub. Mom said men get big and hard when they’re strangled and smothered. And she was right. Mark’s cock was almost as big and hard as Rick’s had been.
It seemed a shame to let that lovely prick go to waste so Trish and I took turns riding the man. We weren’t worried about DNA. We’d legitimately been in the pool in front of a dozen witnesses just a few hours ago. And the water was hot and we planned on leaving Mark’s dead body floating in that hot bubbly water after we snuffed him so our cunt juice should all get washed off his big fat dick long before anybody but us knew the man was dead. It was perfect. And he was near perfect. He stayed hard long enough for Trish and I to both fuck him till we climaxed. He even stayed hard when we took turns mounting him and fucking him while we pushed his head under and made him breathe water and we drowned him over and over again. I liked it. A lot.
We tortured Mark till an hour before sunrise. We wanted to get out of there under cover of dark. So all in all we had about four hours of wicked fun with him. My next snuff is going to last longer. I got spoiled the first time when I tortured my Dad for three days before I set him on fire and killed him. God that was fun! But the quick and intense snuffs have their own kind of rhythm and thrill too. Hell, I’m not going to turn down the chance to torture a guy to death even if I only get an hour or less to do it.
Drowning a man in his own hot tub is amusing in a way. We’d push Mark’s head under and he’d look up at us through the water and he’d look so sad and afraid and hurt. In the middle of our time together, maybe from about three am till four, Tricia and I just kept holding his face right below the surface. Sometimes the water would slosh just right and he could get a quick breath. Other times he’d be sucking in some precious lifesaving air and a little wave would wash over his head and he’d get water down his nose and his throat and sometimes even into his lungs. It had to hurt. He’d shriek into the plastic warp over his mouth and we’d hear his grunts and screams and curses and we’d laugh of course. It’s hard to explain but making him suffer as much as possible is what this kind of play is all about. Trish and I are getting god at it too. Best of all when we do it right and a man gets to the point where he’d rather we just go ahead and snuff him, well that’s when my lover and I get really hot. It is so fucking erotic to know you’ve done that to a guy. And you get to enjoy keeping him in that hellish state for hours if you choose to.
Because ultimately that’s what it’s all about for me. Choice. Getting to decide when a man breaths and when he suffers and when he dies. I was born sadistic. My Mom and Aunt and Grand Mommy were all born that way too.
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Entry Six: Sunday December 26 1993
I Saw Mommy Snuffing Santa Claus
Yesterday was one of the best Christmas mornings ever. I came down and under our tree were four gorgeous young men all naked and cuffed and gagged and with big red bows tied stuck on their pricks. My Mom and Grandma Decker had gone out and gotten four lovely boys for us to enjoy. By us I mean me and my BFF and lover Tricia, my Mom and her Mom, my Grandma Decker. You have to love my grandma. She’s sixty eight years old and she still loves to snuff boys. I hope I still like to have my wicked fun in about fifty years when I’m that old. I’m pretty I will. Snuffing boys is the best fun ever! I can’t see how it’ll ever get old. Yesterday I could hardly wait to get started on my special Christmas treat. I thanked my Mom and Grandma first though. I know it’s not easy collecting four pretty boys for a snuff party. And keeping it secret from me too. My Mom’s the best.
Tricia lives with us now. She moved in right after she and I snuffed our Dads three years ago. Mom got herself appointed Tricia’s legal guardian until Trish is eighteen. My girlfriend’s eighteenth birthday was four months ago but she’s still living here. We’ll both be starting at Temple University next fall and we’re probably going to get out own apartment off campus. Lord knows we can both afford it. Tricia got a butt load of insurance money and pension money after she tortured her Daddy to death and Mom let me keep most of Daddy’s life insurance money.
Mom’s been married a bunch of times. All her husbands wind up dead. She didn’t need my last Daddy’s insurance money that bad. He left her four million in his retirement account. Mom marries for money. She kills for it too. So far I’m just snuffing guys just for the fun of it. And it is fun. Trust me on that. It’s better than sex in lots of ways. But it’s best when you can fuck your best girl and snuff a man at the same time. That’s exactly what Tricia and I did yesterday and long into last night. Santa came to the Ryan’s house last night. He left four cute little elves for four wicked women. Now four elves are dead and four sadistic women are glowing in utter and complete content. Merry Christmas world. And I’ll bet this new year is going to be better than ever.
My guy had light brown hair. Trish got the curly black haired boy. Mom took the one with long, straight dark hair and my Oma Decker got the blond headed guy. My Grand mommy has a thing for blond haired boys. It reminds her of the Great War when she was the Mistress of a prison camp commandant. My then teenaged grand mommy Bridgett got to snuff hundreds of prisoners during those years. She always got a special thrill when one of the young German privates tried to desert and they caught him and brought him back to camp. The sentence for desertion was death. And grand mommy’s submissive commandant slut lover always gave the poor stupid deserter boys to Grand Mommy. She got to spend days torturing them before she killed them. So she likes blond headed boys who remind her of those happy times.
Mom finished her boy first. She’s got a new husband to play with and since she’s already turned my current step Dad into her obedient slut slave Mommy let him watch as she whipped her Christmas boy toy to death. My Mom knows whips like nobody else I know. She’s deadly with a single tail. As her present from Santa found out. Mommy actually cut the boy’s balls off with her whip. She must have whipped that kid for an hour. She landed more than a hundred blows on his crotch and it probably took several dozen of those vicious blows to slash away the kid’s ball sack. Mom used her lighter to burn her boy after every five or six slashes just to slow the bleeding down. But she kept at it and we all cheered when Mom’s whip whistled through the air that last time and there was that wonderfully loud crack and the boy’s balls dropped to the floor. Then Mommy started on his cock.
He screamed of course. The girls all laughed and cheered and drank our spiked hot chocolate and smoked our Christmas cigars and had ourselves a very merry and jolly time. The other three boys, still tied up nice and tight, were in a panic. Trish had her boy’s head clamped between her legs and he was squirming and thrashing and squeaking every time she let him breath. My wonderfully wicked almost seventy year old Granny was jacking off her boy. Of course she’d jammed a Christmas tree ornament down his pee hole before she started. It was one of those long thin glass icicles. When she started the boy even managed to get an erection for her. Grandma Decker likes loves playing with big hard cocks. She still fucks them too. Maybe she’s not as vigorous as me and Trish but my Granny knows how to have fun.
I’d bent my boy over my lap. I’d torn off a limb from our tree. It was on the bottom and in the back so it didn’t show. The tree still looked pretty. Anyway, it was about eighteen inches long and it had lots and lots of little branches just full of wonderfully sharp pine needles. It was a Fraser fir. I’d twisted all the short finger like branches around the main branch until I had what amounted to a foot and a half bottle brush. Well of course I had to see how the thing fit up inside my boy’s ass. He didn’t like it. I did though. He went insane when I rammed that thing up inside him. Once I had a good six inches thrust up his crap hole I started to poke it in and out, in and out. Like I was reaming him out. Which I was of course. God how he screamed. For a while there we had a real Christmas chorus going on with four naked little boys shrieking and screaming at the top of their lungs.
Mom didn’t slice her boy’s dick off with her whip. But she cut it up pretty good. Honest, Mom’s a genius with a whip. She spent the next hour working on the kid’s legs and stomach and back and arms. He was a mess when she finished. All covered in bloody welts and cuts. Mom had done a crisscross pattern on his body. It fit in with the holiday spirit we were all in. We were all laughing and hugging and playing rough with our boys. It was great. The hot chocolate was spiked with rum and we were all getting really happy. That was good for the girls but it meant none of the boys was going to survive the day. You can’t put four women as sadistic as us together with four boys then mix in some rum and chocolate and expect us to show restraint. It was Christmas. We’d all been naughty girls all year long. Very naughty girls. This was our reward. And we made the most of it.
Mom finished her boy off while the rest of us watched and tormented our own boy toys. It was neat how she did it all with her whip. The kid was getting kind of worn out and his head was hanging down. Mom used an underhand motion and with a single blindingly fast flick of her wrist she caught the kid smack in the left eye with the deadly tip of her single tail. It was beautiful! Really! His head snapped up, you could see his ruined eye hanging half out of its socket, he let out this ungodly shriek and we all started laughing so hard I almost peed my pajamas. So I pushed my boy to the floor, pulled down my pajama pants, straddled his head and used my little boy as a toilet. I saw Trish do the same thing to her boy. We’d both had so much hot cocoa our bladders were overflowing. I wonder if my piss tasted like chocolate and rum to my boy.
When Mom flicked that kids eyeball right out of his head Grandma Decker got so excited she bent her boy’s cock and broke the glass icicle ornament jammed down the kid’s pee hole. Then she started to pound on that boy’s dick until she’d smashed the glass inside his urethra into a million pieces. Some blood oozed out his pee hole. And he lost his hard on. Poor thing. He was going to die with a limp prick. I snickered at him as Oma Decker dumped him on the floor and went over to Mommy’s toy.
Grandma got behind Mom’s kid and grabbed a handful of his hair with each of her hands. She held the boy’s head steady while Mom aimed the whip for the other socket. Bull’s eye! Literally. Mom flicked the boy’s other eye out of his head as easily as if she was pulling a cigarette from the pack. Which she proceeded to do. Her boy toy was blind and his lower body was probably dumb from the hundreds of devastating whip welts Mom had left on him but he could still feel pain. Mom touched the hot coal of her cigarette to her Christmas present’s cheek. When he jerked his head his eyeballs jiggled back and forth. Mom used her lighter to burn away the last of the tissue keeping the boy’s eyes attached to his head and we all roared with laughter when they hit the floor. Grandma Decker picked one up and shoved it in the boy’s mouth.
Mom popped the kid in the mouth and he swallowed his own eye. Trish and I were all over each other. We started with my lips on her cunt and her lips on my nipples but we were licking and probing and kissing so hard and so fast it was hard to tell who was doing what to who. Hell, I may have even licked my own titties a couple times. I know my fingers found my slit anytime Tricia’s mouth or hand left an opening.
Mom didn’t let up on her boy. She used her whip to cut at his neck. She hit that boy on the throat so many times so fast together it did something to the nerves or the muscles. He couldn’t make his throat work anymore. He couldn’t breathe! He tried. God how he tired! Blind, in excruciating pain, his balls and dick sliced off his body by dozens of whip lashes the boy still wanted to live. It was beautiful. His chest heaved, he kept making this wonderful croaking, rasping, guttural, tortured wheezed as he slowly choked to death. It must have lasted a good ten minutes. Mom never stopped whipping him, hitting him on the face, the neck, his chest, even across his ruined crotch. His body was twitching and convulsing like nothing I’d ever seen. It was a Christmas miracle! Mom’s boy was dancing the most delightful dance a boy can dance. Just for us. Just for Christmas. It was perfect.
I had a couple orgasms watching that kid suffer. And when his body heaved one last time in a huge convulsive thrust I had another powerful climax. Mom’s boy was dead. I looked at Trish and she was flushed and panting like I was. She’d had an orgasm too! And Granny Decker was lighting another cigar getting ready to snuff her own little blond headed boy. What a Christmas!
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Entry Seven: Saturday April 16 1994
Two Delicious Little Boys
Trish and I were out driving Friday night. We saw two boys walking by the road. It was dark, there were no houses of buildings nearby and no other cars were visible. So we stopped. We’re always ready to pick up boys now. Mom got us some heavy duty stun guns and we carry rope and gags and duct tape just in case. Well, we got a surprise when the boys got in the SUV. One of the kids was Tommy Wickham. He’s the little brother of Steve. Steve’s the guy Tricia and I played the choking game with a while back. He was my second snuff ever. Best of all Steve’s little brother Tommy found the dead body after we were done having out fun with it. So picking up the other Wickham kid Tommy was just too precious. Snuffing both the Wickham boys would be a real treat.
I glanced at Trish and from her sly grin I could tell she had the same idea. Tommy’s fifteen now. I turned seventeen three months ago. Tricia and I did a twenty something year old boy a while back and we did my forty something year old neighbor just six months ago. I kind of like snuffing older guys cause they’re stronger and they fight back more and they usually have bigger cocks. I do love to torture big hard dicks. But Tommy and his buddy were right here and it was a clean snatch so what the hell, I could satisfy my lust for snuff with a little boy.
We brought the boys to my house. Mom’s cool with Trish and me snuffing boys in the basement. She does it herself. Heck, we didn’t even have to stun Tommy or his friend Matt. We told them my Mom was out of town and we’d fuck them if they came back to my house. Works every time. Tell a boy he’s going to get fucked and he’ll follow you anywhere. Our two little hitchhikers followed me and Trish right into hell.
The other kid’s name was Matt. And Matt sure had a big dick for a fifteen year old. It was at least nine and a half freaking inches long. I’ve fucked lots of guys, most college age or older. So I’ve had nice big ten and nine incher’s inside me. I even had an eleven incher sliding in and out of my pussy one weekend. And boy, those big’uns do feel good inside a girl But this boy’s nine inch cock was special cause Trish and I were going to snuff its owner after we were both done riding that lovely hard thing to a dozen or more orgasms.
“Let’s do Tommy first Mandy. He’s got a silly little dick. We can do him like we did his brother. Bet you didn’t know we strangled your brother Steven to death did your sweetheart. We took out time snuffing your big bro too baby. Just like we’re going to do you.”
Trish and I liked teasing the guys we were going to torture and snuff. We had our boys tied nice and tight in the basement. They weren’t going anywhere. We could take our time. I even invited Mom down to help us play with our little sacrificial lambs. And that turned out great. Turns out she knew Matthew. He’d been in her Sunday school class. Mom teaches at the church cause it’s good cover. Who’s going to suspect a nice church going woman of snatching and snuffing those cute little boy Jesus lovers. Besides, you meet some of the nicest boys with the biggest cocks at church.
“Matthew. How nice to see you again. I’ve missed you in Sunday school the last few weeks. See what happens to little boys who don’t go to church sweetie. Now we’ll have to snuff you. After we hurt you a bunch first of course darlin.”
The kid started crying when Mom said that. He sobbed and begged her to let him go and promised he’d go to Sunday school every week from now on. Trish picked up on the church theme and decided to nail Tommy to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. Mom and I thought that was a lovely idea. So we did it to Tommy. He struggled of course but there were three of us. Trish picked up an electric stapler and pumped a dozen two inch staples into Tommy’s balls. That took enough fight out of him so I could hold his arm while Mom used a nail gun to punch a sixteen penny nail through the boy’s wrist right into the cross. Mommy put three nails through his forearm just to make sure he couldn’t pull free. Then she held his left arm and I nailed Tommy’s left wrist and arm to the wooden cross.
Matt was watching all this and going nuts. So Trish stapled his balls to his leg. Tommy was struggling on the cross, kicking his legs something crazy. The nails held though and he couldn’t get free. We let the boy kick and scream and wear himself out. Trish took the nail gun and put two of those long nasty nails through Tommy’s left Achilles’ heel and nailed the boy’s leg to the cross. I did his other leg and finally we had Tommy hung from that wooden structure. He looked good. Good enough to snuff. Mom was really getting into teasing Matt about the whole Jesus thing. She told me later, after we set Matt on fire, that the boy was really devout, that he was a real freak about it. So brining in a religious theme to his snuff really pushed the kid’s buttons. I like that, pushing a boy’s buttons and fucking with their head while I snuff him. It adds to the fun.
We took turns pushing staples into Tommy’s body. Phitt , phitt, phitt. You just pull the trigger and it goes phitt and there’s another two inch staple stuck in the boy’s dick. Or through his lip. Or under one of his fingernails. Now that was fun, poking a steel staple under Tommy’s fingernails. God how he screamed. I must have done eight of his fingers and four of his toes. I loved his reaction. I’d never seen a boy’s body convulse like that. It was heavenly.
“See Matthew. Tommy’s getting crucified. What do you think that means Matt? Is Tommy holy? Or just a thief getting what he deserves?”
Mom’s great. She has a knack for getting under a boy’s skin. Matt exploded in rage at her question. He yelled and cursed and said no boy deserves what we were doing to Tommy. Well, that got all of us laughing. Mom let Matt know we agreed with him. No boy deserved to get tortured like we were torturing Tommy. That was the whole point. Doing a ‘good’ boy like Tommy was so much sweeter than doing some bully or some gang banger. Of course I was going to snuff plenty of those too. But taking the life of the young and innocent boys with bright futures and lots of dreams seems so wonderfully wicked. And wicked is what it’s all about when you’re a sadist.
We ran out of the two inch staples. But we had plenty of those three and a half inch nails in the nail gun. So we used those on Tommy. Mommy put one through his jaw. She pressed the nail gun against the underside of his jaw and let the boy have it. Bam! Just like that Tommy had a spike shoot up through the bottom of his mouth and into the roof of his mouth. It was hilarious. At first he couldn’t get his mouth open. But it hurt him so bad and he was screaming so hard the nail pulled out of the top of his mouth. Of course, every time he shut his
Mouth the pointy end of the nail poked him and hurt him. It was perfect. So Trish and I both put one of those nasty long nails through Tommy’s jaw and laughed our butts off at the way he shrieked and carried on.
We made Matt watch it all. He was tied to a bed but there was a mirror tilted above him. At first Matt looked away. He couldn’t bear to watch his buddy getting hurt. Mom used her lighter on Matt’s balls and told him she’d burn them off unless he watched. SO we tortured Tommy and Matt watched and if Matt closed his eyes or turned his head Mom or me or Trish would go over and burn him or pound his balls or stick needles through his dick or under his fingernails. The boy got the message. After half an hour Mom and I were using our cigarettes to burn Matt just for the fun of it. He had his eyes glued to the mirror and watched every second of the torture Trish was raining down on Tommy.
After that we all got pretty excited. Well, Mom and me and Trish got excited. We got sexually aroused and sadistically over stimulated. Our two boys just got hurt. Then they got dead. It was a blast. We must have put fifty nails in Tommy. Mom got a board and we propped that behind the boy’s dick then we nailed his cock to the wooden board. I put six nails in that silly little boy sized penis myself. Mom did more than me and Trish, well that girl went kind of crazy with the nail gun. One of the best spots she picked was Tommy’s knees. God you should have heard him scream when those spikes went in. It was fabulous.
We stayed away from his heart and lungs and things like his liver and kidneys till the end. But Mom did his throat. Pop! Pop! Pop! Just like that. Three nails into Tommy’s trachea. His breathing got real ragged after that. It was funny to hear the air leaking out from the holes around the nails. I grabbed one and wiggled it real hard and made the hole bigger so Tommy’s neck whistled every time he exhaled. It must have hurt cause he lost all his color and his head drooped like he was asleep until Mommy snapped an ammonia capsule under his nose. What’s the fun of torturing a boy if he’s not clear headed and awake to know what you’re doing to him.
We didn’t ignore Matthew of course. But we were going to play with him all week so we didn’t ruin his body with big nasty nails the way we did Tommy. Mom kept taunting Matt about the freaking religious/Jesus thing. She was getting to the boy too. Mom would burn Matt’s balls with her cigarette and then ask him if he still had faith. If the boy said yes Mommy burned him for a good five minutes more then asked him again. If he said no, he’d lost his faith then Mommy would still burn him and laugh how it didn’t matter what she did to him since there was no heaven, no hell. Poor little Mattie. Having his Sunday school teacher play so rough with his body and his head broke his spirit. And his friendship with Tommy. Mommy gave Matt a choice. She told him she’d let him rest if he begged her to snuff his friend Tommy. Mom and I burned his dick while Trish burned his tits.
Within about five minutes Matthew was screaming that we should snuff Tommy. We kept burning our precious boy and teasing him about betraying his best friend just like Judas. That made Matthew sob so hard he had trouble catching his breath. We didn’t care. Mom pounded his balls and I pinched his lovely cock and Trish put her cigarette out on his lip while we all called the boy a traitor, a Judas and a worthless sack of shit. He got the message. I think he even started to believe those things about himself too just before he passed out from the pain and the shame.
Tommy was kind of out of it what with all the nails and staples we’d put in his body. Mom gave him a shot of something that perked him right up and we started torturing him some more. First thing I did was nail his neck to the cross. I put the nail gin up against his throat and angled it carefully so I’d avoid the artery and his spine. We wanted him alive and kicking and feeling all the delicious torture we had planned for him. Bam! I shot a nail through his throat at an angle and about half an inch of the spike bit into the wooden cross. I put the gun on the other side of the poor boy’s throat and did the same thing. Bam! Bam! What the hell. I decided to put two nails in that side.
When I finished Tommy’s head was held tight to that cross. He was nailed through his neck! It was fabulous. And his breathing got to be real ragged. He leaked air every time he inhaled and when he exhaled it was like listening to a trio of ill tuned flutes and clarinets. God that was funny.
Trish started jacking Tommy off . Mom got a towel and told my lover to wrap it around the boy’s cock. She had an idea for where we could nail Tommy next. The boy got hard despite his pain and despite the fact that the nails we’d put in his neck were starving his little boy body of oxygen and life. But he got a real nice boner. Tricia’s expert at jerking off boys. As soon as he was hard Mommy put the nail gun up against the head of Tommy’s cock. She was careful to make sure the business part of the nozzle lined up with Tommy’s pee hole and then BAM! Mom shot a nail down Tommy’s dick. It was fantastic the way his body jerked and kept jerkign and twitching and convulsing.
Trish kept jacking him off. Blood and cum and I don’t know what else oozed from the wonderful wound Mom had put in the end of the boy’s dick. I understood why Mommy wanted to wrap a big thick towel around Tommy’s cock before she shot a nail in it. When Trish took the towel off the head of the nail was sticking out of the side of Tommy’s cock, down near the base. It looked awesome like that. The three and a half inch nail running down the inside of the boy’s dick kept it semi hard. Mom handed me th4e nail gun and I lined up a shot and BAM! Another nail went down Tommy’s pee hole. This one glanced off the first nail and poked out the other side of his mangled cock. Trish started giggling so hard she could barely hold the gun still as she lined up her shot. BAM! BAM! The girl put two in Tommy’s dick. One down his pee hole and the other through and through the side of his cock. Tommy didn’t have a boner anymore. He didn’t have much cock left anymore either.
God it was so hot. I was practically having an orgasm just watching. Mom cupped my head in her hand, drew me in and kissed me. Deep, wet, long. She was feeling it too! I felt Tricia’s hand slid up my thing and into my cunt. Then we all lost it and fell into the spare bed. We must have made sweet love and fucked like crazy for an hour or more. I lost count of my orgasms and I know my Mom climaxed a dozen times. She shouted out the number each time she had an orgasm. Trish held up her end and had one of those delicious multiple orgasm that just take over your body and your mind. The girl’s body was writhing in ecstasy for ten minutes at least. It was good. Real good. And it wouldn’t have happened if Tricia and I hadn’t picked up those two delicious little boys hitch hiking at the edge of town.
Anyway, to make along story about how three sadistic women had a marvelous time with two young boys short I’ll describe how we finally snuffed Tommy. After we’d fucked our brains out we were in the mood to snuff. Tommy was pretty far gone. We’d done some real damage with all those nails even though we’d intentionally avoided piercing him in any vital spots. But he didn’t have much time so we started nailing him where it hurt and where it did the most damage.
Mom let me go first. I put a nail in his belly. I was aiming for his prostate but I’m pretty sure I hit his bladder. The dumb boy peed all over himself. Tricia hosed him off while Mom used her lighter on Tommy’s ear and I put more nails in the gun. Then it was Tricia’s turn.
She pressed the nozzle of the gun against his right chest and squeezed the trigger. I think it hit a rib. Then it went through a lung. Tommy started to buck so violently he ripped out one of the nails in his right wrist. So Mom grabbed the gun and put two more nails through Tommy’s right forearm. Then she shot three nails in the boy’s left shoulder. And put four in the right one. It was my turn again so I jammed the nail gun in Tommy’s crotch and pulled the trigger down and kept it down. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! I put four in him then moved the gun a little and shot four more nasty long nails into Tommy’s crotch. I was going to drive a nail in his goddamned prostrate even if it killed him. Fortunately it didn’t. He still had some life in him. But oh how he screamed! It was the loveliest sound I’d even heard.
BAM! BAM! Mom put a couple nails in his side trying to get his liver. BAM! Tricia shot a nail in his chest. She pounded on the half inch of spike sticking out of the boy and he shrieked like a demon then passed out. She’d hit a rib and it was broken and the pain was too much for our poor little boy. I slapped him and Mom broke an ammonia capsule under his nose and Trish wiggled the nail sticking out of his chest. Tommy woke up shrieking and convulsing. He was much more fun awake and suffering.
It was pretty clear he didn’t have much time left. Mom looked at me and laughed. Tricia handed me the nail gun. I put the thing on Tommy’s ass and pulled the trigger. I put a dozen nails in each butt cheek first. The nails went right in the muscle. A few even poked out a little in front, the point ends sticking out half an inch from the boy’s thigh. Tommy’s reaction was less and less satisfying with each nail. The boy was practically dead. But he still had a little life in him. I decided to snuff that little bit out.
I positioned the nozzle of the nail gun against his anus and told Mom and Trish to get ready. They got on each side of Tommy and pressed themselves against him so they could feel his agony and know when the life left his silly body. I pressed the trigger and giggled as the nail shot up the boy’s ass and punctured something vital inside him. He shuddered and I shot another nail in him. Then I held that trigger down and BAM! BAM! BAM!
I shot a dozen nails straight up Tommy’s ass hole fast as I could. God his body moved nice for us. He arched his back; every muscle in the boy’s body seemed to contract so tight you wouldn’t believe. He shrieked the entire thirty seconds I ‘nailed’ him. Then there was a last violent heave, his eyes popped wide open, he opened his mouth and screamed one last time then all was still. He didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound. We’d snuffed him.
Mom was the first to say anything. “You girls did good. That was fun. But God am I hungry.”
So was I. It was about five in the morning. We’d been torturing Tommy and Matt for six hours. I was hungry but I was also satisfied. My spirit was soaring from the kill we’d just pulled off. Still, a girl’s got to eat. Matthew would keep. Mom and me and Tricia went upstairs. Mom made omelets, I fixed some English muffins and Tricia fried some bacon. We had a lovely breakfast. Mom and Tricia are in bed getting it on. I can hear Mommy screaming in ecstasy. Trish must me eating Mommy’s pussy. As soon as I finish this journal entry I’ll join my sadistic ladies. God it’s fun being me.
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