Angels Play Rough

  He was sweet and humble and gentle. Not the kind of guy you’d look at and know he’d done two tours in Iraq and three in Afghanistan. Except for his short hair. And the oh so proper posture. All that helped make him attractive to the two girls stranded by the side of the road. That and his kindness. The women weren’t out hunting for a boy they could play rough with. They’d done that last night. They’d both satisfied their dark appetites for a while. Kim had loved using the boy last night, straddling his face, smothering him some while Lauren impaled herself on his lovely hard cock. They’d almost killed him when they’d tied him up after they’d both fucked him and played their cruel games with him. So today was a rest day of sorts. If they got lucky they’d maybe pick up a guy later for a threesome and some mildly kinky sex. Nothing too cruel. Just some good old fashioned boy on girls fucking. Then come Friday night they let themselves go and look for real prey. By Friday they’d want a boy they could torture, a boy they could use to satisfy their cruelest desires. Today they just wanted to relax.

They’d taken a drive to talk about last night. And to look for a secluded place they could take their next victim. They wanted to escalate the torture, to increase their fun. There was a good chance the boy they picked for their next little sadistic party wouldn’t survive the experience. A very good chance. The girls had talked about snuffing a boy for fun. After last night they both knew they were ready for that ultimate sadistic thrill. The Texas desert seemed a good place to dump a boy’s body when once they were done having their special kind of fun with it.

Then they’d had the flat. Out in the middle of the desert. Kim and Lauren hadn’t seen a car in half an hour when the tire blew. They’d found their remote location for dumping boys and were on the way home. Just before the tire blew they’d laughed about looking up the boy from last night again and finishing what they’d started with him. He’d jerked and thrashed and shrieked and struggled wonderfully for them when they’d whipped and burned and smothered him. He was a good subbie and an even better decent masochist.

Even so there was a remote chance he might talk. If he did he could make trouble for them. Last night Kim had used her cigarettes and burned the word ‘slut’ on his chest. They’d told him if they found out he said anything to anybody about they kind of games they liked to play they’d hunt him down and burn his balls off. Then his cock. That scared the little shit enough the girls were pretty confident he’d keep quiet. But you could never tell with boys like that. They’d kept his wallet just in case. They knew where he lived.

But they wanted to be ready next time. In case they decided they couldn’t let their prey go. They had a place to keep a kid until he learned it was better not to talk. Or until he died trying to learn that simple lesson. But that was the thing. They didn’t really have a good place to dump the body for when they went ‘too’ far and killed a boy. Now they did. That changed everything. Because it wasn’t a matter of if they went too far. Kim and Lauren both knew they were going to ‘go too far’ eventually. They both hoped it’d be soon. They were ready. Now that they’d found their lonely place in the desert just north of a little town called Clyde. It was less than three hours from their place in Fort Worth. Close enough to  get there and back on a single tank of gas but far enough away to muddy the trail if the boy’s body was found. It a good place to get rid of a body. Neither girl knew at the time it’d be a perfect place to pick up a body as well. Not until their knight in shining armor stopped to fix their flat tire.

The flat tire had been a pisser. A real bummer for the two young nurses. There was a full sized spare hanging on the back of the SUV. But neither of the twenty three year olds had ever changed a tire. Nor were they dressed for it. Kim was wearing cut offs and a halter top. Lauren was in her tight jeans and an even tighter tee shirt. W\The one with the low scoop neck. Their nails were perfect of course. Both girls splurged on their appearance. Why shouldn’t they. It was easy to get men to pay for the expensive hair styling, pedicures and spa treatment. So they looked good. Not because they were out to seduce a boy today and lure him into a trap. Girls like Kim and Lauren just liked to be ready in case opportunity came a knocking. And that’s when he showed up. The cute young corporal happy to change the tire of two gorgeous young women. And that’s when the two wicked girl’s plans changed. He was tall and handsome and sweet and ready to help two seemingly sweet young girls stuck in the desert. From his bearing he looked military. From his sweet demeanor he seemed like a really nice guy. Unfortunately for him Corporal Jason Sanger had no way of knowing they were sadists. But he was going to find that out.

“We really appreciate this mister. I doubt we could have gotten the tire fixed by ourselves.”

“It’s Jason. Jason Sanger. Corporal first class. U.S Army. And it’s no problem at all ladies. Glad to be of service.”

“Thanks. I’m Kim and this is Lauren. You’re in the Army huh? Did you serve over there? Over where we’re fighting?”

“Yes Ma’am. I was in Iraq. And in Afghanistan.”

    They kept him talking while he changed the flat. The girls were genuinely interested. It’s not so much that they admired the boy for serving his country. Kim and Lauren weren’t the kind of girls who admired any man. They used men. For their own wicked pleasure and their own cruel purpose. But they could appreciate certain traits in a man. Like obedience. And loyalty. And patriotism. And of course, they definitely appreciated any man with a ten inch or bigger prick.  They couldn’t tell yet about young Corporal Sanger. But his jeans did have a nice long bulge behind that zipper. He could be fun in bed. The old fashioned kind of fun. Vanilla fun. All sex and no torture. The girls could do that. To show their appreciation for a boy willing to change their tire and keep them safe from the savages and terrorists out there in the big cruel world. So they encouraged him to tell them about what it was like to be a soldier.

     He was reluctant to talk about what he’d seen, about what he’d experienced. But Kim and Lauren were practiced at getting boys to talk to them. The turning point came when he took off his shirt. Lauren saw the scars first. And asked him what happened. She explained that she and Kim were nurses. She’d even worked the ER. So he didn’t needn’t be concerned about them being too sensitive to hear all the grisly details. They dealt with such things every day. They didn’t tell the boy that they’d spent an hour last night burning the word ‘slut’ in three inch high letters on a man’s chest. Or that the month before they’d injected saline solution in some poor bastard’s testicles until his balls were the size of grapefruit and weighed a couple pounds apiece. Watching the silly man had to waddle to his car had been a hoot. Knowing how much he would hurt when he sat on his grotesquely swollen balls was an even bigger hoot.

    But their nice young soldier boy didn’t need to know about that. Kim and Lauren were going to be as nice to him as he was being to them. Burning that boy last night had left them content and happy enough to get them to Friday. So they faked sympathy for his wound and encouraged him to tell them about it. It was shrapnel he said. From an IED. The boy explained that was an  improvised explosive device, a bomb. Buried in the road by a local  Muji or local terriorist. Jason had been on patrol during his third tour. The Humvee in front of his got hit. Bad. Jason took some fragments in his shoulder. But shit happens he said. Then he’d blushed and apologized for his language. Lauren had bent over and kissed his naked sweaty shoulder. Kim praised the boy for sacrificing so much for his country. The girls really were touched by the twenty four year old soldier who was so respectful and soft spoken and eager to help two strangers. Even if they were two hot looking young nurses.

     Kim and Lauren were equally touched when he told them his age. He was a few months younger than them. Just a boy really. A boy sucked up in a war. He seemed so young to have seen some things they couldn’t even imagine. Yet he still maintained a gentleness and openness that impressed both the nurses. Kim gave Lauren the look, the raised eyebrow and the smile that said let’s take this guy home and give him the best fuck of his sweet young life. As a gift for being so brave in the war and for being so chivalrous about fixing our tire. Lauren smiled back. The girls were in agreement. They’d reward Corporal Sanger with a threesome and a night of unbelievable raunchy sex he could tell his buddies about for months. It was the least they could do for the boy-man who risked his life to defend their freedoms. They wouldn’t hurt this one. They’d be gentle with him.

   Kim had asked him what combat was like. Hearing about men getting shot, men getting hurt, men getting killed, well the temptation to hear about that was too great for her to resist. So she slyly asked if he’d ever shot anybody over there. He didn’t want to say. He did say his unit went on patrol every night for high value targets. And that shooting was a common part of his job over there.  He just said they were on the pointy end of the stick and sometimes that end of the stick drew blood. The girls were thrilled. The idea that the boy fixing their tire might have killed people excited both of them. They often lay in bed together and talked about what it must feel like to take a life. Snuff fantasies were among their favorites. The two sadistic lovers had never actually done a man but they thought about it a lot, they dreamed about it all the time and, they looked forward to doing it for real someday.

    Lauren had come close once. She’d been in the ER. It’d been busy. They brought a guy in all banged up and cut up from a motorcycle accident. He was screaming and shrieking but with his broken jaw his tortured cries were more muffled groans. Still his shrieks of agony had been music to Lauren’s ears. She just loved to watch a man suffer. It’s the main reason she’d gotten into nursing.

    The doc had told her to give the patient a shot to kill his pain then clean him up for surgery. Protocol said she should give him the pain killers first. He was suffering. She had to move him and manipulate his broken limbs. She’d cause him more pain manipulating his limbs so she could clean out the debris from his accident. The merciful thing would have been to shoot him full of morphine first. But she didn’t. The prospect of pushing and pulling on the boy and making his pain even more intense was too tempting. So she held off on giving him his shot. And attended to the other orders the doctor had given her.

    It should have taken her only ten to fifteen minutes to do get the boy ready. She spent forty five. So she could hurt him. She pulled on him and pushed on him longer and harder than she needed to from a medical perspective. But not nearly long enough to satisfy the dark and wicked part of her. He’d thrashed and bucked magnificently for her. He begged her to stop. She smiled at him and whispered that she was only doing what the doctor had ordered. When it came time to clean his chest she had to pull off the telemetry. The machines that monitored his pulse and oxygen levels went silent. No alarms would sound if his pulse got too high or his breathing became ragged. Lauren had quickly wiped down the boy then played with him some.

     There was a piece of plastic embedded deep in his thigh. She wasn’t supposed to remove it; they’d have to do that in surgery. But she could push on it and twist it and wiggle it back and forth and use it to torment the boy. So she did. For a good five minutes. It was heaven for the cruel nurse. She was grinning ear to ear as her patient flopped around on the bed like a fresh caught fish. Soon she discovered she could cause him the most pain by twisting his arm where the elbow had been crushed. His muffled howls of agony were delightful. She hurt him for a good twenty minutes then took his pulse. Poor boy. His over stressed heart was racing, it was pounding the rapid and irregular beat that preceded full cardiac arrest. Lauren had been thrilled.

    But she didn’t quite see how she could let him die there with only her in attendance. There’d be questions, there’d be an inquiry. Besides she and Kim had always promised each other they’d share their first snuff. So she’d let the boy rest for five minutes and when his pulse steadied she’d hooked him back up to the monitors and finished prepping him. She still bumped him in all the places where he was hurt. And she still found herself getting aroused every time he screamed when she hurt him. Even his screams hurt the boy, the nerves in his broken jaw sending blinding wave of pain through his head whenever he moved his mouth. But she was careful. She hurt him bad, she hurt him way longer than his ravaged body needed. She pushed the boy to the edge and she loved every second of it. But she didn’t push him quite over the edge. He was alive when she finished having her fun with him.

    After thirty five minutes of torturing the boy in the ER bay Lauren had finally given him his pain medication. She wanted the drug in his system for when the tech’s came in to take him to the OR. Although even then she cheated him out of the full dose. She squirted half of the precious pain killing drug down the sink. She liked watching him suffer. Besides, he was half delirious and probably wouldn’t remember a thing. She laughed as she shook his injured arm one last time before the drug took effect. And she smiled as she walked back to the nurses’ station, her dear sweet patient alive and breathing and suffering more than any man should.

Lauren got lucky. She’d been at the desk for just a couple of minutes when the alarms went off. The boy coded. His heart had stopped beating. The red team rushed to his bed, they used heroic efforts to save him.  It wasn’t Lauren’s responsibility to respond to codes. But like some of the other staff in the ER she rushed to the bay and watched as the team worked to save that anonymous boy’s life.

     She almost had an orgasm when they used the paddles on him. The jolt of electricity sent directly to his heart lifted his body from the bed. They tried three times to restart his heart. The second time was best. His eyes flew open one last time in pain and fright, and when they landed on Lauren, she saw the recognition on his face, saw that he remembered her and what she’d done to him. She liked seeing that look, she liked that he knew he’d suffered because of her. She didn’t know why she liked that she just knew she did. And she knew she wanted to do something like that to a boy again.

     He didn’t make it. He died. Staring at Lauren, his face a rictus of pain and suffering. Her hands were clean. Nobody would suspect the cute curly haired blond with the wide smile in a face that looked innocent and young enough to belong to a girl still in high school.  Everybody liked Lauren. Lauren was the good nurse always ready to pitch in on the worst cases that came into the ER.

     He’d been alive when she left him. But she liked to think she’d had something to do with his death. She liked to think that her cruel games had weakened him, and hurt him bad enough his body couldn’t handle it anymore. But mostly she liked to think she’d get the chance to play with a boy like that again. Only next time she hoped she could spend more time with him. And finish him off herself. She wanted to hold him when he died, she wanted to feel the last beat of his heart and see the light go out in his eyes for the last time and know she’d done that to him. Not out of anger or hate or fear. Simply because she could, because it was fun for her, because it tickled a part deep inside her that couldn’t be denied.

     But she wasn’t thinking about that as she watched her soldier change the tire. He was a patriot, a good Samaritan, someone to admire and be grateful to for all he’d done to keep her safe. She’d reward this one with sex, lots of filthy sex, as much as he wanted. They would be other boys to hurt, other boys to snuff. She’d let the heroic warrior now sweating in the sun over her flat tire go back to his fight where he could keep on protecting her and Kim and all the other cruel women who needed freedom and privacy and liberty to shield them so they could play their wicked sadistic games.

“So, I know it’s rude. But did you ever personally have to, you know, shoot someone. Kill a bad guy? Take one of those lousy terrorists out?”

     He was modest enough he didn’t want to say. But Kim and Lauren were practiced at getting men to say things they shouldn’t, to do things they’d regret. Eventually the soldier told them about the seven different Arabs he killed. Personally. When he’d been close enough to see their faces when they died. Three he’d done from a distance of five meters. Four he’d done up close. Hand to hand. With a gun pressed against the other man’s body. Or his knife pulled across some crazy zealot’s throat. The girls encouraged him to describe every delicious detail. They ate it up, these stories of men dying violent deaths. They stood close to Jason. They let their hands brush up against him, praised his bravery, stroked his ego, stroked his arm. He gave them full and honest details of his kills. Kim and Lauren couldn’t help but get sexually aroused. They let their soldier boy believe they were excited by his courage, by his skill at dispatching the enemy scum, by his manly prowess. But inside both of the wicked girls were turned on by being in the presence of a killer. Even if he was a guy instead of a cruel fem fatal like they imagined themselves to be. They longed to know what it felt like to kill someone. What was it like to pull the trigger and watch a man’s body jerk as the bullet entered his heart? What did it feel like to slice the sharp knife across a man’s neck and feel the life drain out of his body? Did it make him hard when killed someone? Did he get aroused the way they did just thinking about doing something like that to a man? Did Jason understand why something like that would make it their pussy’s wet and hot and pulsing with lust? Did he enjoy it snuffing those men up close? Did he want to do it again?

     They didn’t ask him those questions directly of course. They knew most of the dull vanilla people who populated the world didn’t understand their dark passion. They couldn’t expect a nice boy like Jason to share their cruel natures. But they hinted at those things with Jason. And eventually he told them some of it. It turns out Jason hadn’t minded killing the bad guys. He hardly ever thought about it after. He wasn’t haunted by images of the men’s whose lives he’d snuffed out. No, it was the deaths of guys on his side that bothered him. It was seeing his buddies go down that gave him nightmares.

“Poor baby. I’m so sorry. Was it rough over there hon? Did you lose lots of friends?”

“Not many.” he’d said. “We had better equipment than the rag heads, better training than the goat herders, better discipline than the freaking enemy. But we lost guys just the same. Good guys. Guys just like me. Guys like my three buddies in the Humvee that ran over the damn IED. I was in the second vehicle. That’s when I got this.”

    Jason had touched the scar on his shoulder. “Shrapnel from the explosion cut through my Humvee” he explained, his voice tense as he recounted the event.

“The force of the blast knocked me out of the Humvee. The lead vehicle was on fire. My buddies were trapped inside. They were on fire. I could hear their screams. I saw them flailing and shrieking and beating at their clothes trying to put out the flames eating away at their flesh. I sat by the side of the road watching three of my friends burned to death in that damned Humvee.”

    It was though he’d been transported back to that day when he retold the story. He’d cried some when he talked about it. But he described every shriek of his friends, every twitch and spasm of their bodies in such detail and with such emotion that Lauren and Kim couldn’t help but be affected. The girls should have been saddened by the tragedy, by the senseless loss of life. They should have reached out to Jason in sympathy, in a shared humanity. But they weren’t sad. They weren’t the least bit upset by the idea that good American boys had burned to death in excruciating agony half a world away. If they were sad or upset about anything it was the fact that they hadn’t been there to see it  in person.

     The only thing these girls shared with Jason was the luck that had guided them to this isolated spot. Kim and Lauren had been tremendously turned on by the imagery of the three American boys on fire, burning alive, screaming, knowing they were going to die, powerless to do anything about it. When Jason had talked about killing enemy combatants. Kim and Lauren had been excited. Now, after hearing about this brutal and hellish death by fire of three innocents the two girls were more than simply aroused and excited. Something fundamental changed for Kim and Lauren. Jason was still their hero. But now, in the sado-sexual lust he’d awakened in them, they saw the boy fixing their tire as an opportunity. They saw him as prey. They shared a look, a sly smile, a glance at the shirtless boy laboring in the hot desert to help them out.

      They’d listened to the vivid description of the three boys as decent and patriotic and good as the boy kneeling there beside them and knew they weren’t going to just take Jason home and give him the gift of wild and wanton and guiltless sex. What had been almost casual arousal at hearing his war stories had turned into a wicked lust so powerful the girls could see it and smell it and sense it between themselves. This kid was so righteous, so brave, so upstanding. He’d survived hell five times over in far off lands and lived to tell about it, lived to come through it whole and reasonably sane and intact. He was perfect for the girls. Kim knew it, Lauren knew it. They’d make their first snuff an all American hero. The irony of it, the total unfairness of it appealed to them. It was cruel. It was wicked. It was evil. Jason was perfect in every way for Kim and Lauren’s first snuff.

    The two beautiful young sadists exchanged a wicked smile  behind Jason’s back. The smile conveyed a silent and thrilling message between the two girls. They’d take young Corporal Jason home, they’d tie him up, they’d hurt him and they’d torture him and they’d make him wish he’d died over there in that god forsaken country. Then they’d snuff him. They’d do him slow. Much slower than his friends had died. They’d do it because it felt right to both girls. His courage and his honor and his decency would do the boy no good with them. In fact it was those worthy and noble qualities that made him so perfect for their first snuff. Taking everything that was brave and good from the boy would be the supreme thrill. Corrupting and ruining and destroying good and decent boys was the drug that had intoxicated cruel women like Kim and Lauren for thousands of years. Now it was their turn to let themselves go. A man’s pain and fear usually fed their wicked appetites. Now it  would be Jason’s decency and virtue that inflamed their cruelest passions. He’d finished the tire. It was time to set the trap.

“We appreciate you fixing our tire Jason. And listen hon, We really appreciate all that you’ve done and seen and suffered Jason honey. You protect our freedoms. You served you country and you’ve done your duty without asking for much in return. I know Lauren agrees with me on this. We’d really like to thank you in a very special way Jason. So why don’t you follow us home. Let us do something for you this time. It’ll be fun I promise. Good dirty fun. We’ll take you to bed and us silly girls will give you a weekend you’ll remember for the rest of your life.  I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die.”

     He didn’t need much persuading. They arranged it pretty quick once Kim slipped her hand down the front of his jeans and discovered that lovely long bulge was all Jason, all cock. The sexy olive skinned vixen almost lost it when she felt his nine inches of rigid army manhood. She grabbed Lauren and pulled the girl close so she could kiss her lover. A long, deep tonguing followed by licking and wet smooching that had the boy goggled eyed. Kim kissed Jason next. After she put Lauren’s hand on their prey’s big hard prick. They all laughed when Lauren broke off her kiss. The boy happy because he was going to get layed for the first time in months. The girls because they were hours away from their first real snuff.

    The boy was driving a dark blue Mustang. They didn’t want him driving it up to their house. So Laruen pretended it was the hottest car she’d ever seen. She begged him to let her drive it. Once he agreed Kim draped her body around him and let him know she’d be good to him as he drove the girl’s SUV back to their place. It wasn’t a tough sell. Jason had a boner that made a tent in the crotch of his fatigues. They were back at the house in an hour. She’d had him unzipped on that west Texas back road before they’d driven thirty feet. Jason hardly remembered the route they took. All he remembered was how good his dick felt in that sexy girl’s hand. Kim was good at jacking off little boys like Jason. She knew how to read a man’s body. Whenever he got close she’d slow down, loosen her grip. She made him suffer on the trip back. Not with pain. The girls would save that for when they had him tied up. He was a trained warrior after all. No sense tipping their hand and alerting his instinct for self-preservation. Instead she made him suffer by denying him the ecstasy of orgasm. She denied him the release his strong young body craved. And in so doing she distracted the man so he didn’t notice the warning signs,

    Lauren had pulled the blue Mustang in front as soon as they hit the highway. The girls had seduced lots of men for their private little sadistic games. They both knew the drill.  Lauren would take the direct route to the house. Kim would take a more leisurely one. That would give Lauren time to set things up. Jason was strong and young and trained to defend himself. The girls were going to hurt him; they were going to play vicious games with his body and with his mind. Jason would never willingly agree to what they had in mind for him. So they needed to disarm him, to trap him, to subdue him. Before he had a chance to run or fight back. Then they could play their favorite games with him and kill him at their leisure.

     Dear sweet Jason pulled the SUV right into the garage just like Kim told him to.  The automatic door closed behind them before he’d shut off the engine. He hadn’t seen his car out front. It didn’t concern him. His cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum and he wanted to shoot off so bad he let himself believe the other girl had stopped to pick up some beer. The hot sexy nurse had said they were going to party all weekend hadn’t she. So he pulled in the garage and pushed the remote to close the door expecting to start a weekend of wild sex and dirty fun. Kim wrapped her hand tight around his dick then. God he was hard. She stroked him perfectly. She’d learned his rhythms on the hour’s drive back. She knew just how to make him come. He threw his head back as the climax roared through his body. Kim let go of his cock. She put eighteen inches between his body and any part hers. Jason didn’t notice. He was past that now. Geysers of cum shot out his dick. He was lost to the rapture of his orgasm

     Lauren slipped out from the shadows and reached in the driver’s window. She pressed the tip of the stun gun under Jason’s chin and squeezed hard on the trigger. He was trained to respond to that in combat. But not when he was shooting jism all over himself, not when he was having his first girl assisted orgasm since he’d left fucking Afghanastan. Jason’s body jerked as his hot cum spewed out of his cock and the electric convulsed every muscle he had. Lauren kept the stun gun on his neck, the trigger pressed firmly down, the thousands of volts of electricity flooding into his nervous system. They’d taken several boys his way. They’d learned the technique from one of their first nursing instructors. Tricia Deering was a sadist just like Kim and Lauren. Trish and her friend Amanda Ryan had shared all kinds of insights into how to have wicked fun with men. The most important lesson was to disable the guy before you started the good stuff.

    Jason’s body was already convulsing when Kim slipped the stun gun out of the SUV’s side pocket. She pressed her gun against Jason’s balls and let him have the full jolt. His body went crazy, flopping and jerking and twisting around so much the girls could barely keep the cruel devices tight against Jason’s body. They zapped him for a good minute. He was limp when Kim put her stun gun in her lap for easy access and reached once more into the side pocket. She pulled out two of the pairs of cuffs the girls always had hidden in there, handy for situations like this. His body was still just quivering uncontrollable when she finished cuffing his right hand.

    Lauren handed Kim a two foot length of chain. The cruel dark haired seductress in the SUV slipped the open end of the hand cuffs through a link in the chain and then snapped the cuff securely on the boy’s left hand. There was still no sign Jason had control of his body but Kim gave him a twenty second jolt to his balls again just to make sure. And just to have a little fun with their victim. Kim unbuckled their prey and bent him over at the waist. Then she cuffed his ankles like she had his wrists. When she was done his hands and feet were connected by eighteen inches of chain and Jason was effectively immobilized. Kim got her stun gun ready, Lauren opened the driver’s door and Kim kicked Jason out.

    He fell hard to the concrete floor banging his head when he did. There was a small cut on his forehead. And a little blood. Lauren wiped the spot with her finger, held it up so Kim could see the lovely red smear. They’d drawn first blood. The girls giggled. It wouldn’t be the last blood Jason would shed for them. But it was the first. They were committed now. It felt good. Kim climbed out of the SUV and kissed her lover. Somehow she managed to get her feet tangled up in the boy’s crotch when she got out. So she kicked him in the balls a few times and step his dick.  His groan let the girls know Jason was awake enough to move.

“What kind of drugs should we use on him? A sedative? Paralyzing agent? Hallucinogen? Or do you want to move him like he is?”

“He’s strong. And he knows how to fight back. We need to drug him.”

“I say use the Pavulon. About 8 milligrams for a guy his size. He’ll be paralyzed in less than two minutes and the effects last a good two hours or more. He’ll be able to hear us and see us and feel pain but he won’t be able to use his muscles. Get the portable ventilator ready in case he stops breathing. We don’t want our boy dying on us too soon. We promised him a weekend he’d remember for the rest of his life. Well, his life’s going to be brutally  and short but still, we don’t want to disappoint our hero and cut his weekend short.”

    Kim fixed the syringe. Three minutes after Jason fell from the SUV he was effectively paralyzed. Lauren had been right. He could see his tormentors, he could hear them, he could even smell Kim’s cigarette smoke when she lit up a Camel, and feel the burn when she touched the hot coal to his balls.

“He’s ready. I just branded his balls with this and he didn’t even flinch. His eyes showed the pain though. God I love modern drugs.”

“Good. Now come look at this girlfriend. Our soldier boy left us a gift in the trunk of his car.”

    Lauren unzipped the duffle bag. Kim looked in. And laughed. She reached in and pulled out the 9mm revolver. It felt good in her hand. She checked the safety, extracted the clip and checked to make sure there wasn’t a chambered round. Then she pointed the pistol at their boy and squeezed the trigger. Kim giggled and handed the weapon to Lauren. The taller girl rechecked the gun’s safety as she ran her fingers over the grip, the barrel, the hammer. She leaned down over Jason and put the gun to his forehead. Lauren’s hips punched forward in an obviously sexual reaction when she pulled the trigger. The sharp sound of the click the hammer made echoed through the garage.

“Should we shoot him? God, this is great Laurie. We have a gun that can’t get traced to us. Did our snuff monkey leave us ammunition?”

“Two full boxes. He left something else too. Look.”

    It was a knife. A combat knife. With a serrated edge. Super sharp. Wicked looking. Lethal looking. Kim was careful when she took it out of its sheath. The knife was a thing of beauty, a killing tool if ever there was one.

One girl held a gun casually in her hand, the barrel still pressed against the head of the boy on the floor. The other had a knife in her hand, a knife with an edge so sharp she had no trouble cutting through Jason’s shirt and pants. She was careful cutting off his clothes. He was out of it. Cutting him and hurting him now would give either girl much pleasure. They could wait. The kind of fun they intended to have with Jason was best enjoyed slowly, leisurely, indulgently. So the girls put the fun new toys away and got to work moving their prey.

    They took him inside. He was quite a load for the two of them since he was nothing but dead weight. A two wheel hand truck took care of that though. All they had to do was roll him up onto the thing and tie him in place and lift him up. The wheels took half his one hundred eighty pounds. The girls managed the rest. After that it was easy getting him into their special play room. As soon as Jason was stripped of the rest of his clothes Lauren replaced his wrist cuffs with psych ward wrist restraints guaranteed to be escape proof. Kim did the same to his ankles. The room had a chain hoist mounted on the ceiling and a bar hanging from that. Once Jason’s ankles were secured the girls lifted the boy until he was hanging, his feet thirty inches above the floor. Then it was a simply a matter of wheeling the heavy table under the boy, lowering him down to the padded surface and securing his wrists and ankles to eye bolts in each corner. Kim locked the table’s wheels down and twenty minutes after Jason shut the garage door he was bound naked and spread eagle on the heavy wooden bench, his arms and legs spread wide, his body paralyzed and his mind reeling in terror.

“How you doing hon? Comfy? Anything binding? Pinching? What’s the matter Jason? Cat got your tongue.”

    

      It was kind of lame but Kim enjoyed tormenting the boys they brought here. She and Lauren had only used the paralysis drug on a couple of other boys so she wasn’t all that experienced with how much feeling Jason still retained. She wanted to hurt the kid. Hurt him bad. But his lack of response left her with no way to gauge how badly she was torturing him. So she went back to basics. She picked up a cane. And started beating the boy’s naked body pretty much wherever she wanted.

    Jason may have been paralyzed but his skin still responded to a harsh whipping. In no time Kim had covered his thighs and stomach with a hundred wicked red welts. But it wasn’t the same as whipping a boy who could move and jerk and twist and scream.

“It’s no fun Lauren. Get the antidote. Let’s give him the neostigmine and bring him out of his paralysis. I want to see him jerk when I hurt him.”

    Lauren stuck the needle with the antidote in his arm a dozen times before she hit the vein. She’d given hundreds of injections. She knew exactly how to do it. When she was treating female in her official capacity as a nurse she slid the needle in skillfully the patient often didn’t feel a thing. With her male patients she always managed to bungle the first couple attempts. She liked to see how men and the boys she treated reacted to pain. She’d met some interesting guys that way. Some had become playmates she tortured in other delightful ways. When she had a gut tied up like she did Jason and she knew she could get away with doing just about anything she wanted to him Lauren always managed to stick him lots of times before the finally getting the needle in the right place. She jabbed Jason’s arm twelve times before sticking the needle up the big vein in his arm and pushing the drug into his bloodstream. He was still paralyzed so his body didn’t betray the pain he was feeling from this cruel nurse’s deliberate miscues. But his eyes told Lauren all she needed to know.

    Jason started to recover some control over his muscles in less than a minute. Within five minutes he was almost fully functional again. Kim and Lauren knew that because both angels of mercy flicked their cigarette lighters and held their tiny flames against different parts of the boy’s naked body. From the way his body gyrated and twisted in agony the girls could track the boy’s recovery. When he started to shriek and curse and vow to get them for what they were doing to him Kim and Lauren knew the original drug had been all but neutralized within his system. Now they could torture him and hurt him and get to enjoy the spectacle of his thrashing body. Kim especially needed to see a boy’s body jerk and buck and writhe in that frantic dance that confirmed she was torturing him beyond his limits.

     The cursing was a drag though. It didn’t bother them to be called bitches, and cunts, and devils, and whatever. But his screeching voice and it’s high pitched whine when they burned the fun parts of his body like his tits or his balls or his cock or his butt hole, well those screams were a joy to listen to but they did get tedious after a while.  So Lauren got a gag for Jason. Later they’d use a Pear of Anguish to break his jaw. The Pear was an ancient device, simple in its use and effective in its results. A girl just shoves the fat end of the pear shaped metal torture toy in the vic’s mouth then turns the crank that pokes out the narrow end.

    Each turn of the crank causes the two halves of the Pear to widen. So the rigid metal bulb shaped thing inside the boy’s mouth swells up. If a girl turns the handle enough times she’s rewarded with the most delightful howl as her prey’s jaw is stretched beyond the breaking point. Once his jaw’s broken she owns his mouth. He can’t bite down or close it or even speak clearly without her help. It’s a lovely little torture. But it’s irreversible so a smart girl doesn’t do that to a boy until she’s done talking to him. Kim and Lauren wanted to keep Jason fully engaged in his torture. Allowing the boy to give voice to his fears and his pain and his despair was part of the fun for the two vicious vixens. So for now they’d just gag him.

Open wide baby. Ms. Lauren has a present for you.”

     Jason saw the gag shaped like an erect penis and wasn’t’ about to let them shove it in his mouth. He clamped his jaw shut and glared at the two smiling women standing over him so obviously enjoying his torment.

“Looks like he doesn’t want it Lolo. Come on Jason baby. Let Ms. Laurie put it in. Otherwise I’ll have to do this.”

    Kim punched the boy in the balls. She made a fist, pulled back her arm and let fly with a brutal blow to his nuts. She caught the boy’s testicles between the firm top of the table and her knuckles. She cocked her arm again and punched as hard as she could. Then punched again. And again. All the air in Jason’s lungs rushed out as his body tried to deal with the excruciating pain in his groin. His stomach muscles were clenched so tight he couldn’t breathe as his body was screamed at him to curl up, to protect his vulnerable and traumatized testicles. Reeling from pain and desperate to start breathing Jason opened his mouth. Lauren rammed the hard rubber cock in his mouth. There was a nylon strap connected to the gag. The cruel girl wrapped the strap around her victim’s head and buckled, pulling it tight. Jason now had six inches of a thick dildo gag crammed down his throat.  He could breathe but it was difficult. And painful. For the first time he went into a full panic state, thrashing and struggling and fighting to get free, to dislodge that horrible gag from his throat. Of course his actions just made it worse. Which made a better show for Lauren and Kim. They giggled as their soldier boy gradually quieted as his body slowed form lack of oxygen.

“Get the breathing tube ready Kimmie. He’s going out pass out if he keeps fighting us like this.”

“Want him to keep on struggling? I can make him do that.” Kim laughed.

     The wicked young woman pulled a cigarette from the pack of Camel Silvers, stuck it between her lips, flicked her well used Zippo lighter to life and touched the dancing flame to the tip of the slender white tube of tobacco dangling from her mouth. Kim liked using Zippos. They continued to burn without having to hold the little lever down. So she could hold the metal lighter in all kinds of positions. With the boy tied to the table and her lighter burning merrily and safely in her grasp Kim decided to try a position that would direct her lighter’s tiny flare to Jason’s tit. Zippo’s were great that way. They always work, they burn at any angle, and like the old slogan said, ‘Zippo, use it to start something’. For now Kim was going to use it to start Jason on a trip to a hell hundreds of times worse than anything he’d seen in combat.

    Pinning the lighter to his chest with her thumb Kim held the lighter steady so the fire ate into Jason’s tender nipple. The searing hot fire sent the boy over the edge. He bucked and twisted and jerked as Kim charred his flesh. Lauren felt left out so she plucked the dangling cigarette from her lover’s lips, took a quick hard drag then touched the glowing hot tip to the boy’s penis.  She started at the little notch between the shaft and the cock head. Lauren had done a rotation in urology. She knew the cock head was called the glans. But she preferred cock head. Glans was so neutral, so clinical. Cock head sounded naughty, it sounded fun.

    Kim pulled her lighter along Jason’s chest to flip the cover and put out the flame. She managed to burn a line from his left tit to his right before the lid shut. She was an expert in manipulating the Zippo. If she’d wanted she could have flipped the lighter’s cover much quicker than that. But she wanted to burn her soldier boy so she played with the Zippo. And played with the boy. With her hands free she could drape the breathing tubes over Jason’s head and adjust the oxygen flow. They were going to snuff this boy but they wanted to keep him alive and aware as long as possible. Kim and Lauren knew the first kill was special. They wanted all the deliciously wicked emotions of snuffing a boy to last.

“Good job lover. He’s getting some color back in his cheeks. So babe, what do you want to do next?”

“Let’s shoot him up with some Cialis. It’s more fun to play with a hard dick. We’ve got a syringe with the super fine needle don’t we? So we can inject the drug straight into his penis?”

“Hey, I keep a full service pharmacy stocked for times like this. Of course I have the right needles Kimmie. Should we start him on an IV now? Once we start having some real fun with him he’s going to go into shock. Let’s get a central line going and push some atropine. Maybe even give our brave soldier some epinephrine. The stimulant should increase his sensitivity to pain. And make him more susceptible to paranoia and panic. God I like fucking with boy’s bodies. Ain’t modern medicine great.”  Lauren laughed.

“Hell, my Mom’s from India. Women in her culture have been torturing men for centuries. The natural drugs they use work magic too. But give me a hot coal to press to a boy’s prick, or a needle to stick under his fingernail, or a nice fat spiked stick to shove up his ass. Now that’s what’s great. I like the up close and personal kind of tortures, the intimate cruelty of my hand savaging his body.  I prefer the woman’s touch when it comes to snuffing a man.”

    The girls got a big laugh out of that. Jason not so much. He’d revived some once Kim got the nasal cannula’s two prongs stuck up the boy’s nostrils. The low flow of oxygenated air was sufficient to keep him alert for now. Once they started to really hurt him they could use a mask on him if necessary. They were nurses. They had the equipment and knowledge to keep a boy alive though all kinds of trauma. They were cruel and wicked sadists too, so they also knew how to inflict maximum trauma as well. Jason was beginning to understand what kind of girls he’d stopped to help. That understanding didn’t help calm his nerves. If anything it made him worry even more.

    Jason didn’t understand what was happening to him. He understood the pain, understood the damaged these crazy women were doing to him. What he didn’t understand was why. He’d stopped to help him. And they repaid him by snatching him and bringing him here and torturing him and talking about killing him. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t what he’d expected when the girls had invited him back to their place for a weekend he’d remember the rest of his life.

     Lauren saw Jason’s confusion and the hurt in his eyes. She laughed at him. She loved the mental anguish she caused her victims almost as much as she liked the physical torture. So she up the syringe with the Cialis in it and taunted him by waving it in front of his face and describing how she was going to inject it directly into his dick. She giggled when she told him the recommendation was for two dozen injections but she was going to do twice that many. So his cock would get harder faster than normal. Lauren smiled when she told him he might feel a little sting. Then she started on his prick, jabbing the needle up and down the length of the poor boy’s dick and pushing the plunger down just enough to inject the wonderful drug to where it would do her and Kim the most good.

    Kim lit another cigarette. She liked to torment boys mentally too. So she waved her still flaming Zippo over Jason’s chest like she was going to burn his tits again. She didn’t though. Not with her lighter. She just terrorized her boy for a minute or so then snapped the lid shut. And started using the hot tip of her Camel on his tits instead.

    The girls got into a wicked rhythm. Kim burned one of Jason’s nipples then Lauren poked the needle in his cock and injected some Cialis. Kim burned the boy, Lauren pricked his prick. They laughed as they played. And got aroused by the way their prey’s face contorted in pain as they had their cruel fun. As the girls taunted the boy with descriptions of how they were going to torture and kill him they got increasingly excited. Their cruel taunts angered Jason at first then scared him as he came to understand that these sadistic women were really going to kill him. And what was worse, they were going to enjoy it. What kind of girls were they?

    Sure, he’d killed men in combat. But that was survival. He’d shot the bad guys in self-defense. It was kill or be killed. He hadn’t enjoyed it. He hadn’t taken any pleasure in the actual killing. But with the two it was clear they were getting an enormous amount of pleasure from hurting him. The liked torturing him. They looked forward to snuffing out his life. They treated the whole thing as an adventure, as a lark, like it was some sort of delightful party for them. He didn’t know how he knew this. Sure, they laughed as they tortured him and they talked about him as though he were no more than a piece of chocolate they intended to consume and  enjoy immensely even though in consuming it they’d have to destroy it. These girls were turned on by the prospect of killing him. Hurting him made them horny. Snuff was the ultimate sex for the girls. He knew it without being able to understand it.

    Jason didn’t understand the physiology of it but he could see how their eyes sparkled when they talked about how they would kill him, he could see the way their cheeks flushed and their lips seemed fuller and redder and, so help him, more desirable. Jason didn’t understand that last part, the part of him that was even more attracted to these cruel girls now that they were torturing him and planning on killing him than he‘d been back by that dusty road when he’d fixed their flat tire. But he responded to the almost naked signs of lust and sexual arousal Kim and Lauren’s bodies were giving off. The animal part of his brain, the part that recoiled at the extreme pain these girls caused him also responded to the highly aroused state that torture put these girls in. He was both repelled and attracted to Kim and Lauren. Part of him desperately wanted them to stop but another part wanted them to keep him here with them forever. Even if forever for him proved to be measured in hours rather than decades.

    Within minutes of the last injection of Cialis into his tortured cock he got an erection. Lauren was stroking Jason’s stiff dick. Her hand felt so good. The boy shut his eyes almost in pleasure as the girl slowly jerked him off. Kim burned his chest again. Jason’s eyes popped open, his head jerked forward, reality intruded on his too brief little rest. The dark skinned girl had finished with her second cigarette. She stubbed it out on his tit. He had close to a hundred new burns on his chest. Even so, he didn’t care about that just now. Lauren was still jacking him off. The girl knew how to play with a cock. Jason hadn’t been this aroused in years. And Kim wasn’t burning him anymore. He was still in pain from his recent torture but for right now neither girl was inflicting any more punishment on his poor worn out body. It felt good to be hard. It felt nice to have a woman hold his big hard prick and run her fingers up and down the shaft. Jason looked up at Lauren. A tear leaked out of the corner of his eye. He smiled at her. Maybe they’d relent, maybe they’d treat him right, maybe they’d let him go.

    They didn’t of course. Lulling him into that false sense of safety and comfort was just another way to torment the boy. Kim lit another cigarette. She took a drag, handed the slender cylinder to her lover Lauren and blew her lung full of smoke in Jason’s face. Some of it got past the clear plastic tubes stuck in his nose delivering the life giving oxygen he needed. Kim pulled the nasal cannula lose, blew more smoke up his nose. Jason coughed. The explosive movement of his chest aggravated the hundred or so fresh cigarette burns on his nipples and chest. It hurt. He screamed into the cock gag crammed down his throat. Kim laughed. Lauren touched the hot tip of the cigarette to the tip of his hard cock. Jason screamed again. Both girls giggled.

“Cuddle time’s over Jason honey. Time to experiment. We’ve got this great new idea for using drain cleaner on a boy. The original idea is from a novel. A woman named Chelsea Cain wrote it. It’s called ‘Heartsick.’ She has the best description of this woman named Gretchen Lowell. She plays the most delightful games with a guy named Archie. I’d let you read it but you’re not going to live long enough to finish it. So why waste time, huh baby? Anyway, our friend Trish told us about the book. Tricia told us about how she tried out some of the book’s games on a boy she caught. She said it was a wonderful as Chelsea Cain described it. But we think we’ve made some improvements on the book’s method. Our way should let you live a lot longer. And suffer a lot more too. So, ready darlin? Ready to start wishing you were dead Jason honey?”

“How much do you want to start with lover?” Kim asked as she picked up the syringe and the jug of drain cleaner.

“Depends on where were going to inject him first. I think a kidney would be fun. Or his spleen.”

“We’ll get to those but I think we should start with one of his balls. If we get the dose too high we can always cut off his ball. In Chelsea’s novel Gretchen kills most of her victims quick by pouring the drain cleaner down their throat. It’s only Archie that she kept alive for days and the book’s not very specific on how much of this toxic mix she made him drink. So let’s start slow. It’ll be more fun for us.”

      Kim filled a 100 cc syringe with drain cleaner while Lauren cupped Jason’s right testicle in her hand. Both young nurses were excited. They’d gotten into the medical field to see men suffer. Usually when they gave man a shot it was to relieve his pain or to heal him. Now they’d get to use their training and skills to satisfy their passion for cruel torture. Neither Kim or Lauren had anything against Jason. They truly appreciate the fact that he’d joined the Army and done five tours fighting a hellish war in foreign lands to protect the freedoms both girls cherished. Of course, both girls firmly believed that while freedom to live your life and do what you want were appropriate for women like them such freedom was wasted on boys like Jason, or on any boy for that matter. So tying the boy up and torturing him to death even though the respected his service to his country wasn’t a contradiction in either girl’s mind. In fact, Jason’s basic decency and goodness just made what they were about to do to him even more erotic, more thrilling.

“Hold him still. I don’t want to jab myself.” Kim laughed.

      Lauren climbed up on the table and straddled Jason’s chest facing his feet. All the fun was going tobe  happening in his balls. The wicked blond didn’t want to miss any of it. Her job was to grab the skin at the base of his right ball and squeeze it together until his ball sac was stretched tight over his right nut. Kim would hold Jason’s testicle in her own firm grip while she shot it full of drain cleaner. Lauren would just steady the rest of the boy, to keep his penis out of the way, to keep his hip down on the table.

“Just use half at first Kimmie. If it doesn’t give us the reaction we want we can always inject more. There’s a slim chance that poisonous stuff will get into his blood stream. I have no idea what happens if drain cleaner gets to his heart. We’ll try that later after we’ve played with Jason some more. But let’s not risk a fatal dose this early.”

“Sounds good to me babe. Give me a kiss girlfriend. Then sit back and enjoy the show.”

     The two evil girls kissed, their lips greedy, their tongues reckless, their lust hot and intense and ruthless now that they were on the brink of snuffing this wonderful boy. There’d be no turning back after this. Both girls knew that. Neither girl would have even considered turning back now. They were too excited, too turned on by Jason’s imminent snuff. There wasn’t enough money in town to get them to turn back now.

    Kim took a couple of seconds to push the caustic liquid into Jason’s right testicle. It took Jason a couple more seconds to feel the effects.  And a couple milliseconds more to start screaming. Kim and Lauren were already laughing by then. They were so keyed up at this point they’d be giggling and laughing and fondling each other and enjoying themselves the entire time they tortured Jason to death.

“God, you’ve got to hold this thing Lauren. You can feel the heat inside as the chemical eat away his ball. And it feels like it’s fizzing inside too. It’s fantastic!” Kim giggled.

    Lauren cradled Jason’s right nut in her hand and laughed. It was warm to the touch. And she could feel the toxic drain cleaner consume Jason’s ball from the inside out. It was more than fantastic. It was darkly erotic to know they were killing this boy’s ball. And they were going to keep killing parts of Jason until he was all dead.If they could keep their hands and mouths off each other. Lauren gave in to temptation and slid her free hand between Kim’s legs.  The olive skinned beauty responded my spreading her thighs so Lauren could work her fingers deep inside her pussy.

“Quit!” she laughed. Kim didn’t really mean it. She loved the way Lauren knew exactly what to do to get her aroused. Kim shivered as Lauren’s fingers writhed inside her, stroking her clit, pushing gently at her vagina. Her hips shuddered automatically as the orgasmic waves of pure pleasure overwhelmed her.

     Even as Kim continued her long climax she managed to pick up a syringe and load it with more of that marvelous drain cleaner. Mixing the delicious pleasure of sex with the wicked pleasures of boy torture was too much to resist. The cruel girl plunged the needle in Jason’s other testicle and pushed the full amount into the captive’s body in one quick plunge. The effect was immediate. Jason’s body started to convulse on the table. Kim started to laugh. And climax all over again.

“It’s good isn’t it lover. Torturing boys.Making love.Contemplating the thrill of snuffing this one. God I love you Lauren. I love what we do together.”

“Me too lover. It is good isn’t it. Kind of makes you wonder why more girls aren’t into this. Well, their loss is our gain. It just means more delightful little boys like this for us to play with.”

    They’d destroyed both Jason’s balls with drain cleaner. The last one had gotten so hot from the full 100 cc that the girls couldn’t hold the ravaged testicle in their hands, they could only caress the thing lightly. That was enough of a contact to feel the chemicals burning away inside Jason’s left nut. The boy’s distress made them laugh. And want to do more violent things to him. Lauren lit a cigarette, handed it to Kim then lit another for herself. Poor Jason was thrashing and yelling and carrying on so from the agony eating away at his manhood.

Lauren took a lung filling drag from her Virginia Slim, held the smoke in for a couple seconds then slowly exhaled in Jason’s face. The boy’s shrieks of agony were now punctuated by hacking coughs as the smoke swirled around his face and got sucked into his lungs.

    Kim burned Jason with her cigarette. He already had dozens and dozens of burns from their previous play. Kim wanted to add more. She held the hot tip of her cigarette lightly against his belly and slowly twirled the slender tube of tobacco so burning coal would stay hot and lit and agonizing for the boy. Jason flopped nicely for her. Kim took a drag and blew her smoke up the boy’s nose. He coughed violently. Lauren lit a cigarette then used that to light a second. She slid the second Virginia Slim gently up Jason’s nose filter first so every time he breathed her cigarette would force some smoke into his lungs. It was slow torture for the boy. And amusing for the two wicked women.

The girls smoked quietly, watched Jason suffer and talked about where they wanted to eat tomorrow night as the boy tossed his head violently back and forth in a futile attempt to dislodge the smoke spewing white tube stuck up his nose.  The girl hadn’t even picked a place for dinner when Jason’s eyes squeezed shut and the girls heard him groan into his dildo gag. Lauren flicked her lighter. And started torturing her captive some more. She kept burning his tits until he opened his eyes. Then she started on his balls. She didn’t stop until he passed out. By then they’d picked their restaurant for tomorrow. It’d be a celebration, a special meal to commemorate their first real snuff. Kim and Lauren were excited. They couldn’t wait for Jason to wake up so they could play some more.

    When the boy did revive Kim was ready. She had a syringe full of Drano. And she knew exactly where she wanted to inject it.

“Hold him down Lauren. Keep his left leg from thrashing around so much. I want to try a shot in his knee. If we can destroy his major joints we can untie him. The he’ll be able to twist and jerk and buck all he wants but he won’t be able to get away. Or fight back. It’ll be like he’s paralyzed but when we torture him we’ll get to see his body respond to the pain in all those lovely convulsive ways boys do when the agony gets unbearable.”

    Lauren sat on the kid’s left leg, her butt pinning his calf to the table. Kim pricked the boy’s skin with the syringe. It was over in just a few seconds. Kim jammed the needle deep into Jason’s left knee and pushed the plunger down. The toxic chemicals started their destructive work immediately. The girls knew because Jason was screaming so violently into his dildo gag great gobs of drool started to leaking out of the corners of the boy’s mouth.

“God, who have known they’d be so much heat. Feel this lover. It’s almost too hot to touch. Damn. That must be hell for Jason. We’ll have to send the author of Heartsick a nice little note thanking her for such a brilliant idea. And we’ll have to let Tricia and her friend Amanda know we have a delicious new way to play with a boy.”

“I hear you darling. But is it doing what we want? Can he use his knee anymore? How long you think we should let the chemicals eat away at his tendons and cartilage Kim? I’m going to the syringe again. I don’t think another 100 cc’s will kill him. But it’ll sure be fun for us.”

    Jason was in agony. His knee felt like it was on fire. He could actually feel the toxic chemicals eating away at his boy and it terrified him. For the first time since he’d met these two stunningly beautiful and awesomely cruel women he realized he was going to die. Soon.Painfully. Jason began to hope for a quick death, to wish for merciful death, for mercy. But Kim and Lauren were keen to take away all his wishes and hopes and dreams. Including his wish for a quick, clean death. They wanted him to suffer more than they wanted to kill him. And they knew how to get what they wanted.

“Loosen the rope around his left leg Lauren. Let’s see how much control he has.”

    Once Jason’s leg was loose Kim flicked her lighter and burned the boy’s thigh with the flickering flame. Jason’s leg jerked in response, his thigh lifting from the table but his lower leg simply flopping at the knee. Lauren and Kim were delighted. It worked! His muscles contracted, his nerves sent back all those wonderful pain signals but Jason couldn’t control his movements below where they’d destroyed his knee with the noxious drain cleaner. The two sadists wasted no time injecting Drano in all Jason’s major joints. Half way through, about two hours after they started, they had to take a break. The boy’s breathing was so ragged and his color was so pale Kim decided he needed a rest. Lauren thought they’d have more fun pumping him full of stimulates and anti-shock drugs. Lauren’s plan had more appeal to both girls than letting their victim rest.  So they injected the necessary drugs, took a few minutes to refresh themselves with chips and beer then resumed the destruction of the innocent war hero’s body.

    Jason couldn’t conceive how it could get any worse. The slightest movement sent such fierce waves of agony through his joints that he lost control of his thoughts. His strangled cries for help and for mercy died in his throat as his entire body convulsed from the excruciating pain. He saw the two gorgeous, smiling women looking down at him, giggling as the poked and prodded him, laughing as they used their cigarettes and lighters to burn him and saw them as angels sent to rescue him. When the untied the ropes holding him down he convinced himself he was saved, that he was free.

    Jason tried to get up. The piercing pain in his shoulders and hips staggered the boy. His body went into convulsions. The dark haired girl, the one Jason knew as Kim tried to help him sit up. That only made it worse. She laughed. The other girl lent a hand and pulled on Jason’s damaged right leg. He shrieked into his gag and passed out to the sight of his two angles kissing above him as the used their hands to pull and jerk his arms for no other purpose than to torture him.

    Unfortunately for Jason he woke up within minutes. Kim held an ammonia capsule under his nose. Lauren giggled. She had a syringe full of that awful stuff in her hand. Jason’s eyes betrayed his fear, made visible his horror. The girls laughed. Kim undid the gag and yanked it out of his mouth. The boy was too surprised to ask them why, to beg them to kill him, to plead with them to show him mercy. Kim had something in her hand. Jason couldn’t see it through the tears brought on by the agony in his legs. Before he figured out what she had Kim had shoved the thing in his mouth, clamped the forceps on his tongue and pulled it out. Lauren jammed the syringe into the tip of the muscle and shoved the thin steel needle down the length of the boy’s tongue. As she started to inject the flesh killing drug into Jason’s tongue she slowly drew the needle back through the organ in the boy’s mouth. The cruel girl left a trail of the poisonous Drano along the entire length of Jason’s tongue. The effect was immediate. He howled.

    Kim and Lauren were entranced at how the tone of Jason’s howls of pain and anguish and protest changed as the toxic chemicals lacing his tongue ate away at the boy’s mouth muscle. They both loved the way his piercing shrieks turned into a fuzzy low pitched rumble as his tongue rapidly turned into a mushy pulp. It was all too perfect. The harsh chemical they’d injected into his joints and major muscles had locked the boy’s body into a prison constructed of pain and frustratingly useless contortions. His mind had to be seething at the indignities done to his body, his brain may had to be screaming obscenities and whining pleas for mercy but all the girls heard was a garbled incomprehensible moaning. The inhumane sound spewing out of this handsome boy’s mouth tickled the girls. They’d done that. They’d made that happen to the boy. It was cruel and sadistic and wicked and downright evil. But it made Kim and Lauren feel so insanely good and horny and inspired. And it was those feeling that mattered to Kim and Lauren. Jason was just the vehicle they used to get to the crazily cruel and wildly sadistic erotic state of mind that let them fully enjoy snuffing a boy.

   Lauren kissed Kim, ran her fingers down the inside of the other girl’s thigh and sighed. This whole experience was way better than she’d anticipated. And she’d thought about her first real snuff a lot. She’d been nervous that the reality wouldn’t meet her expectations built on years of fantasies. But the reality was soooo much better. Her only regret was she and Kim hadn’t done a boy sooner than this. Much sooner.

“Give him more stimulants lover. We don’t want to lose him yet. Jason’s such a big strong boy I just know we can keep him alive for a few more hours. Can’t we Jay. You’ll hang in there for us won’t you Jason honey? So we can have fun torturing you some more. Come on sweetie. Do it for me Jason darlin. You know you want to.”

    Kim was so aroused she hardly realized what she was doing when she refilled the syringe with the poisonous, viscous green liquid. Jason was looking up at her horrified by what she and her crazy friend had done to him but also enthralled by this gorgeous olive skinned angel hiving over him. The stark contrast between her beauty and her cruelty was almost too much for the boy to comprehend. How could a girl who smiled so provocatively, who giggled so seductively, who touched him so gently intimately be the same wicked creature who tortured him so cruelly? It didn’t make sense. But then it didn’t have to. Not to Jason. To Kim and Lauren it made perfect sense. They were beautiful and dominant and sadistic and totally unapologetic about it.

   Kim delicately pinched the boy’s left eyelid. He flinched expecting it to hurt.  She’d been gentle though. She hadn’t hurt him. Not this time. Not directly. His flinching hurt. Any movement hurt Jason now. His body was a riot of pain from the poison these two cruel girls had injected into his body. It was killing. He knew it. But it was a slow death, and excruciating death, a death he prayed would come soon.

   Kim smiled at Jason as she ripped his eyelid off. It took quite an effort on her part. It didn’t want to pull free. So she pulled it away from his brow and used her lighter to burn the thin flap of skin away. She laughed when the last of the covering burned off. She laughed and whispered to Jason that now he had no choice but to watch how she hurt him.

   She did the same thing to his pother eyelid. She used her cigarette to burn that one off. Jason squeezed that eye shut and refused to open it for her when she asked. She didn’t pull it up first, she just put the hot tip of her cigarette against Jason’s closed eye and burned and burned until the lid was no more. The hot coal burned his cornea some. The boy’s vision would be blurred in his right eye. Kim didn’t care. It didn’t matter to her. She was about to do something a lot more fun to Jason’s eye. Something that would do a lot more damage than simply scarring his cornea.

   She held his head still and guided the syringe down to Jason’s partially ruined eye. She took her time savoring the boy’s terror, feeling his muscles contract and quiver as he tried to flee, tried to prevent what was sure to happen to him. Kim and Lauren laughed at his futile efforts. Lauren had her hands on Jason now. She loved feeling the spasms rippling through the boy’s body as the pain and the horror and the fear sent him into a panic.

Finally, after minutes of tormenting the boy with the sharp needle Kim poked the point in Jason’s eye. He was surprised at how little it hurt. Until, with his good eye he saw her press on the plunger.

   Pain exploded in his head as Drano flooded the boy’s eyeball. He screamed and bucked and suffered as his muscles and joints refused to obey his brain. Kim pushed more of the flesh eating fluid into his eye. The girls leaned in close. Through the clear lens of Jason’s eye they could see the toxic green stuff bubbling away. It was awesome for the two sadists. The destructive work of the drain cleaner was exposed for them to see in all its sadistic splendor, all its wicked wonder. Jason saw it too for a moment. From the inside out. Until the Drano ate away at his retina and the pressure form the noxious agent’s foaming bubbles burst his eyeball.

   The girls were surprised at how little blood there was. A mix of green gooey Drano and vitreous fluid leaked out of Jason’s ruined eye and down his cheek into his open and shrieking lips. Most of the drain cleaner had been neutralized in its interaction with the boy’s eyeball. But some still retained enough potency to burn the flesh on his cheek and his lips and the inside of his mouth where in puddle. The girls were delighted. His agony was so exquisite, his destruction so fucking goddamn divine. They were sadists trained as angels of mercy. They were everything but merciful with Jason. Now they used their training to torture this boy beyond anything either had ever dreamed. It didn’t get any better than this.

   They’d picked the right boy for their first snuff. Their boy was in prime physical condition. Or he had been several hours ago before Kim and Lauren had started having their special kind of fun with him. His body was ruined now. He’d never recover from the dozens of small but destructive injections of the harsh drain cleaner. That Chelsea Cain woman had been onto something when she wrote those Beauty Killer series of novels. Lauren had decided Gretchen Lowell was her new favorite fictional female character. But turning snuff fantasy and torture fiction into delicious reality was Lauren’s game now. And she was getting really good at it. So was Kim.

“He’s doing great all things considered. I’m glad you talked me into starting on his extremities first Kimmie darling. But we’ve done about all the damage we can to that part of Jason. Let’s do something a little more fun. Where do you want to start?”

“What? And leave his dick and one ball like it is? Let’s fuck those up first. Then we’ll see what happens if we shoot a little liquid death into his lower intestines and bowels. I’ll bet his belly convulses so hard he passes out from the pain.”

“A girl can hope lover. You did his right nut. I’ll do the left one. Do his cock at the same time. Let’s get creative girlfriend. We’re not giving the boy vitamins. Think outside the box when you push the poison into him.”

    It was a challenge Kim was eager to meet. She had an idea about how to do the kid’s prick. It’d be epic if it worked the way she hoped. It amused her that she could still have hopes and things to look forward to. Poor Jason couldn’t. Not since he’d met her and Lauren. It both thrilled and amused the wicked sadist to be the reason Jason no longer had any hope of pleasure, and chance of surviving. Heck, her boy didn’t have any future at all. Because of her. That knowledge filled Kim with a glow that showed in her smile. Lauren wrapped her arms around her dark complexioned lover and drew the exotic Kim into her embrace. Jason wasn’t going anywhere soon. They had time to make love.They had desire to make love. They had need to make love. Lauren pulled her over-sexed and overly sadistic companion to the bed. Kim didn’t need any more prompting than that.

    The sex was better and different than either girl had ever known. Somehow fucking your lover next to the boy you were about to snuff tied up nearby was exhilarating and thrilling beyond anything Kim or Lauren had ever experienced. Kim was sure Lauren’s cunt tasted better than ever. And Lauren would swear Kim’s pussy was hotter and wetter than any than a girl had a right to expect. The two lovers and partners in snuff made love for an hour. Neither ever forgot the boy moaning nearby nor forgot what they’d already done to him or what they were about to do to him. But for that hour Jason wasn’t their primary interest. Their own bodies were.

“God that was fantastic Kim. Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

    Kim laughed. The question didn’t need to be asked. Their ragged breathing and sweaty bodies proved it’d been good. Damn good! But as good as it’d been Kim knew it get even better once they’d finished torturing Jason to death. That was the real prize, the ultimate thrill. If sex while you were torturing a boy was this good then sex after snuffing a boy had to be fucking incredible.

“Let’s finish Jason babe. Let’s snuff him now Kim.”

“Sure. It’s time.  Hang another bag of fluid. Make sure the atropine’s flowing. The kid’s going to go in shock before we’re through with him. And crank his oxygen up to 10 L/minute. It’ll fuck up his nasal cavity but he’ll need the oxygen for what we’re going to do to him. We’re going to kill the boy. A little nose bleed is the least of his worries.”

   Kim giggled. The girls adjusted Jason’s body and apparatus for the grand finale they were planning. Once Jason was ready they girls loaded up syringes with the hazardous Drano. Kim went first. She has going to kill his dick with the poison. Her method was diabolic.

    She stuck the needle down Jason’s pee hole, she shoved the thin steel tube down until she had all four inches buried inside the boy’s cock. She managed to jab the inside of his tender urethra a dozen times on the way down. Jason twitched and jerked with each stick. The girls giggled. And hugged. When Kim had the syringe in as deep as it would go she poked the sharp end of the needle into the inside of Jason’s quivering cock and pushed twenty cc’s into the boy. Then she pulled the syringe back and inch and did it again.  And again.And again. She did it quick. Even so each prick of the needle and each injection of the deadly fluid sent Jason into frenzied convulsions. And sent the girls into delirious giggles. But the best was yet to come. At least for Kim and Lauren.

    The syringe still held more than half the 100 cc’s of toxic liquid. Kim poked the needle into the head of Jason’s cock from the inside. She pushed 20 cc’s into the thing. Then she moved the needle around ninety degrees and injected more of the noxious drain cleaner into the boy’s trembling and shrinking dick. With two more sticks she emptied the contents of her syringe into Jason’s penis. Immediate the boy’s cock erupted. A foamy mix of drain cleaner, piss, ejaculate and blood spewed out from the end of Jason’s mutilated and all but dead prick.

    The boy was in agony, convulsing and shaking and shrieking at the top of his lungs. With his poison savaged tongue his shrieks sounded like the distorted howls of some crazed animal. The girls had reduced their war hero to little more than a mad demon of a man. His pain was so intense hos world had shrunk down to just three things: him, the girls torturing him and the fire eating away at the inside of his penis. He would have passed out from the pain had Kim and Lauren not pumped the stimulants and fluids and oxygen into his battered and tortured body. That was the cruelest thing the girls did to their victim. They kept him awake and aware and fully sensitive to every insult and injury as they destroyed his body bit by bit by bit. It drove Jason insane with fear and pain and despair. And drove the girls crazy with lust.

“Jesus Kim. It’s like he’s ejaculating. Look at that shit babe. Bubbling out of his prick like that.My God girl. We’re cleaning out the inside of our boy’s dick good aren’t we. Say goodbye to your cock Jason honey. It’ll be nothing but a stump in a minute or two.” Lauren giggled.

“I always wanted to do that to a boy.” Kim laughed.

“The fuck you did girlfriend. You just made that up right now. But you did good Kimmie. That was fantastic! Shit! I got so excited I forgot to do his ball. Hey Jason! Pay attention sweetie. Time to lose your other nut babe. Ready. Set. Go!”

   Lauren jammed her syringe into Jason’s left testicle and unloaded the full 100 cc’s all at once. It was like it exploded almost. The things grew to triple its size, the sack practically bubbled as the caustic drain cleaner devoured Jason’s ball flesh from the inside. His testicle took on a life of its own, like some small alien beast fighting to get free. The girls were mesmerized by the sight of the boy’s ball pulsing and fizzing and sputtering as the Drano went about its cannibalistic work. The two wickedly sadistic women were equally mesmerized by Jason’s reaction to the latest assault on his manhood. The boy’s body was twitching spasmodically so violently he was in danger of flopping right off the table. There was no danger he’d escape or do them any harm. They’d already destroyed his joints and major muscles earlier.

Poor Jason. Every nerve in his body was on fire. Past insults to his body burned anew as the fierce pain in his penis and his testicles sent wave after agonizing wave of pain signals to his brain. He went into shock. The spasms and convulsions shaking his body increased in intensity and speed until he was practically a blur as he lurched and thrashed and beat himself against the table. His torturous angels were ready. Kim plunged a needle full of atropine in his chest and pushed the life prolonging drug into his heart. Lauren increased the flow of oxygen to the tubes stuck in his nostrils. Jason’s body still pounded against the table but the pace slowed and the rhythm got more regular. The girls had prevented his death from hypertonic shock. They’d kept him alive so they could make him suffer some more, so they could have more of their wicked fun with the boy, so they could enjoy more sadistic games with the unsuspecting and innocent prey who’d so gallantly stopped to help them fix their flat tire just a day ago.

“Does it hurt sweetie? Well, it’s going to hurt worse real soon. So hang in there babe. Stay strong Jason. The fire’s coming darlin. You’re going to burn baby. Kim and I are going to set your insides on fire and then light up your outsides too.”

    The two sadistic girls had discussed how they wanted to end Jason’s life. Using drain cleaner to burn away critical organs was too tempting to pass up. But they’d also promised the boy they’d set him on fire when they snuffed him. So he could burn to death just like his buddy in Afghanistan. A promise is a promise. Kim and Lauren didn’t want to disappoint their victim. And they didn’t want to miss out on the fun of setting him on fire.

    They used lamp oil. Tricia had suggested it a long time ago. The oil coated a boy’s body real good and didn’t evaporate off right away like gasoline. Lamp oil came in various fragrances that smelled so much better than motor oil. Kim selected oil with a floral scent that was tropical and somewhat exotic. It reminded her of her ancestral home back in India. The girls wasted no time applying a liberal coating all over Jason’s skin. He was in such excruciating pain and convulsing so violently they decided to use two bottles of the stuff to make sure they had the boy cover enough so he’d burn real good for them. When he was ready the girls wiped their hands and hugged. It was time. They were excited, happy, aroused. Kim couldn’t resist taunting their prisoner. She flicked her lighter and held the twinkling little flame inches from the boy’s pain wracked face.

“You’re going to burn baby. Just like your buddy after that explosion. It’s fire Jason. Lots of lovely hot burning fire.Washing all over your body.Consuming you, turning you into a blackened husk until you’re nothing but a pile of dead grey ash. And we’re going to do that to you honey. Just for fun. Just because we like hurting and snuffing boys like you. So, time to say goodbye Jason sweetheart. Time to die darlin.”

    Kim pulled her Lauren close and kissed her lover long and slow and deep. When she broke off the kiss she gave her girlfriend a look that could have only one meaning. It was time for the final flourish, time to indulge in the ultimate thrill. Without speaking both girls filled syringes with the deadly greenish liquid. Kim went first. She stuck her needle into Jason’s right eye, squirting a fourth of the liquid into his eyeball before plunging the needle deeper until she had the sharp point lodged in the boy’s frontal lobe. Her thumb jammed down on the plunger. Jason’s body lurched. The girl’s eyes shone with a passion and a cruel lust that would have terrified the boy if he’d been in any condition to see it or understand it.

    Lauren pressed her needle against the boy’s naked chest, carefully lining the sharp point up so it was between two ribs. With one brutally quick thrust she plunged the thicker needle directly into Jason’s heart and jammed down on the plunger, flooding the boy’s life giving organ with 100 cc’s of the deadly household liquid. The boy’s reaction was beautiful. His body seemed to lift off the table. None of his Drano ravaged extremities worked right, his legs flopping this way and that, his arms twitching and jerking spasmodically in a display of utter uselessness. For Jason it was an agony that was a thousand times worse than death, a hundred times worse than all that these tow evil women had done to him so far. He screamed and despite the fact that the girls had used Drano to burn his tongue to a useless stump his anguished shrieks managed to form words.

“Why? Why me. Why?”

    Kim and Lauren laughed. And kissed.And watched the boy suffer. They had no answer for him other than the fact that he’d been lucky enough to be there when they’d felt this overwhelming desire to snuff a boy. Had he been a derelict, a filthy uncouth shell of a man they might have spared him. But he wasn’t. He was a virile, healthy, normal, innocent young man who’d shown virtue in serving his country, willing to sacrifice all that mattered to him to defend freedom for his fellow citizens, for women like Kim and Lauren. And something about the unfairness of it, the sheer evil of it appealed to the cruel and wicked natures in Kim and Lauren. They had to snuff him. For them it was the only right and sane and good thing to do. As they stood hugging each other and watching the boy die, each girl with a hand on his body so they could feel the delicious shudders and tremors whipping though his body Kim and Lauren knew they’d done the right thing. It was perfect really. It was who they were. It was what they’d been meant to do from the day they were born.

Kim picked up her silver Zippo lighter. Lauren used a match. Each girl lit her fire starter. They were laughing when Kim touched the lighter’s flame to Jason’s hair while Lauren held her match against the boy’s oil covered cock. His shrieks delighted both girls. Flames consumed the top of his head and burned away merrily in his crotch. Kim was delighted when the fire made its way down Jason’s cheek, across his nose, into his eyes, around his lips and chin and mouth. His entire head was bathed in the most delightful flames. He kept screaming and shrieking and asking why, why, why.She’d set a boy on fire. A good boy too. She didn’t have to. She could have let him live. But she didn’t. She’d touched the fire to his oily skin and been fascinated at how the flames spread across the boy. It felt so naughty, it felt so bad, it felt so fucking good to be the cruel girl.

   Lauren delighted in the way the flames danced around the boy’s semi-rigid cock. She was enthralled at how quickly that shaft turned from a fiery orange pillar to a blackened shriveled stump. When the fire fed down between the boy’s legs and licked at his balls and spread up his stomach she was practically giddy with lust. She planted a big wet kiss on Kim without taking her eyes off the boy’s thrashing body. Watching the fire eat its way down between both his legs all the way to his feet and around each of his toes while it simultaneously worked its magic up Jason’s belly and chest until it joined Kim’s fire spilling down from Jason’s blazing head made both girls ecstatic. They expected the snuff to be good but they’d never have guessed this kind of snuff would be so incredibly satisfying and thrilling.

    It took deliciously long minutes for the fire to do its vicious work. Kim had never felt so alive, so connected to a boy, so completely tuned on. Lauren was in much the same state, laughing uncontrollable every time Jason’s shrieks went up another octave. His pain was so evident in his screams. And in the way his body kept writhing and thrashing and flopping in such crazy contortions. This is how snuff should be, how it was meant to be. They deserved this wonderful show. It was so much better than they’d anticipated. They were snuffing a boy and he was suffering so. Just for them. The best part was it just went on and on, Jason shrieking and suffering and twitching and dying.

   Jason suffered for a good five minutes after the girls injected him the final doses of their cruel snuff juice and then set him on fire. During the first two minutes Kim stood transfixed, her hand jammed between her thighs, her fingers thrusting in and out of her oozing slit, a silly lust addled grin on her face. Lauren was in a similar state of arousal. Kim came first. Lauren heard her lover’s cries of ecstasy and climaxed herself. Then the two were all over each other, lips on lips, tongues exploring, hands roving, fingers massaging each other’s already hot, wet nether regions. They kept an eye on Jason. The show he was putting on was just too compelling to ignore. And they leaned against his body so they could feel his death dance. It was a remarkable experience for the two nurses. Taking a life turned out to be so much more satisfying than saving a life. They had a new calling now. First, do harm. Then snuff. Not exactly the Hippocratic Oath but a good motto none the less for two cruel sadists like Kim and Lauren.

“He’s gone babe. When can we do another one? God that was good wasn’t it Kim. Trish was right. Nothing beats snuff. It’s the best drug on the market.”

“You got that right lover. We’ll find another boy. Soon too I bet. We’ll go hang around the bars near the Army base and meet another soldier.”

“Why? Cause they’re heroes and we want to thank them for protecting our freedoms?”

“No lover. Cause they’re young and strong and they’ll last a long time when we start to torture them. Just another example of your tax dollars at work darling.  The Army makes them strong so we can have some serious fun snuffing them. Besides, we deserve another snuff.Especially now that we know how fabulous this is. I love you darling. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but my sexy, wicked, beautiful Laurie. Now stop talking and fuck me lover. Make me come while the thrill of our first snuff’s still fresh. I want to taste your hot wet cunt while I think about Jason’s last few agonizing minutes.”

When the boys body went into spasmsKim giggled. She was strangling the sweet young thing to death and it felt so damn good!  She loved the look of panic and fear and pain on his face. It was just too precious. A dozen people were partying nearby unaware that she was snuffing a boy right out in the open. Doing him up close and intimatelike this in such a public setting was risky.But that was part of the thrill. And part of why she didn’t have much time to spend torturing her boy before she snuffed him. A table full of people fifteenfeet away were starting to pay too much attention to the writhing boy. But the bar was noisy and chaotic and so far nobody had figured out the boy was thrashing and squeaking because he was slowly being choked to death. Still, she’d have to move this snuff along. Besides, there was her victim’sbuddy to consider.  Her boy’s friend would be back soon.

They’d picked up two boys and the cruel nurses were each going to snuff one of them apiece right here in the bar on this crazy New Year’s night.  They sadistic young women hadsent one boy to get them all more beer. With him out of the way Kim could snuff her boy in relative peace and private. But their second victim would be back soon. Kim would have to have this delicious boy snuffed by then. And then it’d be Lauren’s turn to torture a boyto death in semi-public.

Still, Kim wanted to get all the pleasure she could from her limited time with her prey. That’s why she was sitting on the boy’s lap facing him and with her legs straddling his thighs. She wanted to watch him and hear him and feel him and enjoy him as she put him through the most excruciating death she could arrange. That’s why the cruel nurse moved her hands slightly so the scarf around the kid’s neck could go a little slack. She’d let him breathe in a few life giving lungs full of air before she tightened the dark red silk scarf tight again. Letting him breathe some now would keep him alive longer and prolong his agony. And make it more fun for her.

Ever since she and Lauren snuffed that soldier boy a few months ago Kim had become obsessed with making men suffer and die for her. Lauren had too. Lauren was with her now, helping Kim snuff this innocent young man. The two wicked women had picked the two boys out at random twenty minutes ago. Their victims had come into the Cancun bar together. It was New Year’s Eve. The Mexican holiday had turned into a Caribbean Carnival type celebration with most everyone in costume. The girls realized that with their own faces hidden by masks and everyone else drunk they could probably get away with a semi-public snuff. And once they’d had the idea they just had to act on it.So they had. And Kim was taunting her victim now, enjoying his pain, reveling in his fear.

“I know baby. It hurts doesn’t it? Having trouble breathing hon? Well that won’t last much longer. We’re going to snuff you soon darlin. Then we’ll do your friend. I’m Kim by the way. And this is Lauren. Sorry honey but I’ve already forgotten your name. But I’ll remember this look on your face sweetheart. So scared. So much pain. You look good baby. Good enough to snuff.”

    Kim loved teasing the boys she tortured. It added to her pleasure. And increased the boy’s agony and terror. God she loved Mexico and its quirky holidays. And its corrupt and incompetent police. They’d have to make a tradition of coming down here every year to off a couple of boys. What better way to celebrate a holiday honoring the dearly departed than by adding to the list of the dead.

   Kim and Lauren were dressed in costume. Although their makeup made them unrecognizable it didn’t hide the fact  they were young and gorgeous. The thin black silk and lace gloves they wore would eliminate any incriminating fingerprints. They’d been in the mood to snuff out some innocent boy’s life. So they’d dressed to kill. And now they were. Killing that is. And celebrating. And having their own kind of wicked fun.

There were dozens of other people in the bar’s upstairs’ balcony. And none of them suspected a boy was dying just feet away. Kim liked that part of this snuff. Getting away with strangling a boy to death in public would be a thrill sure to bring on an epic orgasm. It’s why the two had decided on doing a boy in public. They’d picked this particular bar because it was always noisy and chaotic. The upstairs/downstairs split was a factor too. They knew they’d have to each snuff a boy themselves. The two story bar let them spilt up the prey.

“Hold him steady Lauren. He’s getting some of his strength back. Can you see his buddy down there? How long do I have to play with this one?”

    Lauren stole a look over the bar’s balcony railing. The two girls and their unlucky prey were on the second floor of the noisy and popular drinking hole. The place was packed with revelers, mostly twenty and thirty something year olds, all in costume, all using the bar’s infamous holiday celebration as an excuse to let their inner demons out. Kim and Lauren weren’t that much different from the other partiers. They just wanted to party to help them get in the mood for some wild sex and some wicked fun. Except unlike the other partiers in the bar Kim and Lauren found snuff to be a much more powerful aphrodisiac than the drugs and booze preferred by most of the patrons.

Lauren spotted their next victim waiting in line by the downstairs bar. The girls had sent him down to grab them all some more beer. Sending him to the bar also separated him from his buddy. Which let Kim snuff the one left behind more or less at her leisure. The boy downstairs would be awhile getting served. It was a busy night. The cruel nurses had known it’d take the boy a good twenty minutes to fetch fresh drinks. That would give Kim plenty of time to have some wicked fun with her snuff victim.

“He’ll be at least another fifteen minutes with that crowd in front of him Kim. Oh, what a dear. He just waved at me. Wasn’t that sweet lover. I’ll let him know how sweet I think he is when I snuff him.”

   Lauren waved back to the boy downstairs. And held up four fingers as she pretended to yell to the naïve young man below. She didn’t speak her words loud enough for the boy downstairs to hear. But Kim heard. So did the boy she was choking. Kim laughed. The boy she was strangling to death shuddered. And started to cry.

“Hi babe.” Lauren had whispered under her breath.

“Keep laughing you dumb  snuff toy.  And hurry back upstairs with our beers lover. Hurry so I can snuff you darlin.” Lauren said as she laughed at  her soon-to-be victim downstairs. Then she blew her downstairs prey a kiss. He waved, smiled and turned back tothe bar. Lauren and Kim giggled. Kim slapped her hand flat against the right ear of the boy she was slowly strangling to death. The boy winced in pain. She’d hit him hard enough to damage his ear drum. It hardly mattered. He wasn’t going to live long enough to do much in the way of hearing anymore.

The last time she’d tightened the scarf around her boy’s neck she’d caught him in mid scream. Her sudden wrenching of the silk cloth around his throat cut off his yell before the other patron’s in the bar realized the boy was fighting for his life and not just shouting for joy because he had a hot, sexy girl writhing on his lap. The handful of people across the room probably thought Kim was fucking the boy. She was too. Only not in the way any man wanted to get fucked. She didn’t know the boy. He was a complete stranger. An innocent. She’d grabbed him less than twenty minutes ago. But he was going to die tonight. Just so she could enjoy the delightful and intoxicating feeling of snuffing a boy simply for fun.

Her lover Lauren stood behind their prey, her arms wrapped around the boy so he couldn’t fight back or escape. Twenty feet away half a dozen drunk college kids danced and downed Jell-O shots on the Cantina’s balcony oblivious to the deadly drama playing out behind them. The two guys who’d just glanced Kim and Lauren’s way had nudged one another in envy of what they thought was happening to the guy sitting under Kim. In the dimly lit bar it looked like Kim was giving him a lap dance. In a way she was. At least she was getting aroused by the erotic nature of the snuff.

Twelve feet below the Cancun night spot’s balcony hundreds of young revelers partied on Kukulcau Street as though there were no tomorrow. The two sadistic women from Texas and the hapless boy from Chicago were surrounded by self-indulgent post college aged kids ignorant of the snuff occurring right in front of them. Everywhere you looked it was a party atmosphere. Kim and Lauren were certainly in a party mood. They were going to indulge their favorite activity with this brutal murder of a sweet boy right out in the open. It didn’t get much better than this.

The girls were in Mexico visiting Tricia Deering and Amanda Ryan. Twenty five miles south back at Tricia’s ranch there were half a dozen boys waiting to be tortured and snuffed. The four cruel women were going to spend the next week doing exactly that on a twenty five hundred acre Caribbean estate just south of the little town of Puerto Morelos. What better way to start the New Year than with a snuff party. Tomorrow they’d all get together and start a week of visiting and sunning themselves and drinking Margaritas by the sea as they enjoyed torturing some really fine young men to death in the secluded luxury of Tricia’s private ranch. But tonight Kim and Lauren wanted to play nasty with a boy out in the open. As a challenge. For the thrill of it. For the dirty nasty cruel sexual pleasure of it. Tonight they wanted to do a boy quick and rough and brutal.

In the resort towns of Mexico the traditional New Year’s celebration had changed over the last few years. Now it was celebrated more like the American style holiday. With some traditional Mexican aspects. For people Kim and Lauren’s age that meant outrageous costumes and drunken excess and wild kinky orgies and plenty of opportunity for sadistic girls to have their cruel fun. The two lovers had picked costumes for themselves both to hide their identities and to provide them a handy way to snuff a boy. Kim was dressed as a seventeenth century lady of the night, her scarf wrapped seductively around her waist, her flimsy white blouse leaving nothing to the imagination as the shape and size of her luscious breasts.If a boy stared hard enough he could see the outlines of her nipples poking against the sheer silk material. She looked stunning and provocative and utterly irresistible. The boy’s they’d picked up to kill had been mesmerized by the girl’s outfits.

Lauren was costumed as a sensual and sexual modern day zombie, her scarf looped loosely around her long slender neck. Her blouse was torn just right so her breasts looked like they’d pop out of the flimsy garment at any time. And her skirt was ripped so a boy could almost see her slit when she moved  just right. Which she’d done often when they’d first spotted their prey for the night. Both costumes showed off the girl’s considerable physical assets to great effect and also let the girls wear gloves. They’d leave no finger prints or DNA behind although the corruption and ineptness of the local police made that less of a concern than it would have been in Ft. Worth.

Which is one reason Kim and Lauren had picked this town and this bar to try out their very first public snuff.  Each girl wore one of those half masks that covered their eyes and nose. If there were camera’s in the run down bar the girls wouldn’t be recognized tonight. But most important of all were the strong colorful silk scarves both girls wore. The silk could be wrapped tight around a boy’s neck. And pulled tight. Which made it perfect for snuffing an innocent male. Especially since any boy Kim and Lauren picked wouldn’t deserve the fate the girls planned for him. That was sort of the point for the two cruel women. They were looking to do a fast, savage anonymous snuff. It looked like they’d succeed beyond their wildest expectations.

When the two good looking guys dressed up as baseball players wandered up the crowded stairs Kim and Lauren were ready. The curly blond haired Lauren grinned at her best friend and lover Kim. Prey had entered their trap. Time to play. Time to have some fun.

Kim made the initial move. She’d grabbed the first boy by the hand and pulled him back to the semi-secluded corner table. Lauren was right behind towing the second boy towards the girls’ chosen killing field. The girls planned on wrapping their scarves around their boy’s necks and strangling their chosen toys dead tonight. Right in the bar. Right in front of a hundred people.  There was no reason for it other than to have some wicked fun. The girls didn’t know these boys. It was just the luck of the draw that put these two boys in harm’s way, into Kim and Lauren’s way. This random act of violence would be inexplicable to all but Kim and Lauren. And to women like them who understood the delicious thrill and the wicked pleasure of snuffing boys for fun. The plan was devious and bold and wicked and just the thing to make for a memorable night.

The boy pinned in the chair with his eyes bulging out as Kim slowly strangled him to death was named Rob. His buddy was Steve. Kim had sent Stevie downstairs to pick up some more beer for their little party. Once the two evil nurses had Rob isolated they’d wasted no time moving in for the kill. Lauren had plopped down on a chair behind the table. She pulled Rob down on the chair beside her so he had his back to the wall.

As soon as Steve left Kim sat down on Rob’s lap, her legs straddling his, her face close to his. She could feel him get hard. She laughed. He mistook her seductive laugh for an invitation to play. Instead it was a signal to Lauren who silently moved behind the prey. Playfully the blond wrapped her red and black silk scarf twice around Rob’s neck then draped the ends down in front. Where Kim could get to them. Where Kim could pull on them. Where Kim could tighten the scarf into a noose around the boy’s neck and slowly strangle him.

Kim took hold of both ends of her lover’s scarf.  Lauren’s scarf was more than just a fashion accessory. It was high quality silk and strong enough to hang a man twice as heavy as Rob. Quickly pulling the expensive silk scarf tight around Rob’s neck Kim tightened the loop until her man was struggling to breathe.

Lauren arms were wrapped tight around Rob’s body pinning his arms to his side. She let herself slump slightly so she could use most of her body weight to hold Rob to the chair. They meant to strangle him to death.  He’d fight it. He’d try to escape their deadly embrace. At least the two girls hoped he did. Snuffing a man was always so much more fun when he fought back. Rob didn’t disappoint. He bucked and jerked and tried to twist free. Lauren giggled. She loved the way a man’s body felt when it was trying to cheat death.

“Hurts doesn’t it baby. Well, it should darlin. We’re going to snuff you Robbie boy. Look like you picked the wrong night to come into this bar baby. And guess what honey. When your buddy gets back with our beer we’re going to snuff him too. Happy New Year sweetie.”

Kim would alternately loosen and tighten the scarf wrapped around Rob’s neck. She wanted him dead but she wanted to enjoy his suffering while she snuffed him slow. Lauren had little trouble keeping their prey under control. Kim kept a lookout for Steve. Through a cutout in the balconies second floor wall she could see patrons were still stacked three deep in front of the bar below. He’d be there awhile. So there was plenty of time to play with Robbie.

The two cruel girls made the man suffer for a good fifteen minutes. The crowded and noisy Cantina helped their cause. Steve was held up at the bar trying to get them drinks. And the crowd was wild enough, knocking chairs and tables about so Rob’s thrashing and kicking and struggle to live went unnoticed by everyone other than Lauren and Kim. It was fabulous making him hurt like that, seeing the pain in his eyes, the terror, the confusion. Kim climaxed first. Lauren was kissing her when she did. Rob was close to death, his body mostly defeated. Lauren had little trouble pinning him to the chair. She leaned in and kissed Kim and felt her lover’s lips quiver and tremble as the orgasm shook the dark skinned girl tugging at the scarf around the boy’s neck.

Snuff wasn’t new for Kim and Lauren. A lonely and righteous and gorgeous soldier boy had been their first four months ago. They’d done two other boys since. Each had been special, fantastic, fun. And orgasmic. But this was different, this snuffing a boy in semi-public like this. They’d spent hours and hours torturing their first three victims. This snuff was over in fifteen minutes. But the thrill was just as intense, just as sweet, just as sexual.

Rob’s twitching and jerking body finally went still. Kim smiled, looked up at Lauren through half closed eyes, her body still rippling with pleasure from her snuff orgasm. The two kissed for a long time, Kim’s body still shivering from the erotic overload of strangling a boy in plain view of half a dozen vanillas. Lauren reluctantly released her lips from Kim’s and peeked over the railing. Stevie boy was still waiting at the bar. Lauren smiled down at her prey, waved, at their next victim down below and laughed. She couldn’t wait for his return so they could get him in a chair and she’d sit on his lap and tighten a scarf around his neck and strangle the life out of him. Soon baby Lauren purred to herself. Soon my little boy will come to Momma and my real fun can start.

Kim arranged her dead victim as Steve came up the steps. She pulled the boy’s right arm up to the table so she could rest his head on his arm. He looked like he’d passed out.  They’d leave Rob and Steve like that when they left. The boy’s bodies might go half an hour before anyone realized the two sleeping boys were dead, not asleep.

As she positioned Rob’s lifeless head on the table Kim took a last long look at the boy she’d just snuffed.  She liked the way his dead eyes started back at her, accusing, hurt, dull. She’d done that to the boy. For no real reason other than she could and she wanted to and she knew it’d feel so freaking good when she did. Kim was still giggling when Steve got to their table.

Lauren took the bucket full of Dos Equos bottles from Steve, placed it on the table and guided her prey to the other empty chair near the wall. She felt his boner pressing against her as she wiggled some to let the boy she knew it was there. And that she approved. They’d caught them before the boys had gotten totally drunk. It was more fun that way, snuffing self-aware boys who knew exactly what was happening to them and who was doing it. Lauren smiled at Steve. She didn’t kiss him. She wouldn’t leave any DNA. The local policia might manage to get it analyzed. Why take the chance. Besides, Steve didn’t seem to care. Lauren had plastered herself against him. Her hand was under his shirt, her fingers playing sensuously with his chest.  She bumped her hips into his crotch and giggled at how hard he was. And how big.

Steve never noticed Kim when the olive skinned seductress shifted from besides Rob’s inert body. Nor did Steve glace at his friend. He barely noticed when Kim sauntered over and stood behind him. The girls had a live boy to play with. They were excited, aroused, ready.

Steve barely noticed the silk scarf falling in front of his face.It dropped across his face not once but twice as Kim did a double wrap around the boy’s neck. As the girls kissed above Steve, Lauren grabbed the ends of the scarf. Kim wrapped her arms around Stevie’s body, Lauren pulled the scarf tight, Steve tried to raise his arms to pull the tightening noose away, Kim laughed and held on tight. Steve choked out a puzzled, a hurt ‘why?’

It was only then that Steve noticed his friend Rob slumped motionless in the chair opposite him.  Lauren reached around and pulled Rob’s hair. His head fell to the side, his face exposed. Rob’s eyes were open. And lifeless. He looked like he could have been accusing his friend for talking him into going out tonight. At least that’s what Steve imagined as he slowly realized his friend was dead. The animal part of Steve’s brain hadrecognized that he was in danger before his intellect told him his friend was dead. Steve started to fight. Kim and Lauren laughed. Kim held the boy’s arms tight. Lauren pulled the scarf tighter around Steve’s neck. His body shook with the effort to escape. The girls tightened their hold on him until his muscles stopped responding to his mind’s frantic commands to fight, to flee.

“Steve honey do you know what we did to your buddy Rob? Kim snuffed him darlin. With her scarf. Just like I’m going to strangle you baby. Won’t that be fun?”

    He tried to fight them. He struggled. And he yelled. Every time he tried to shout for help Lauren tightened the scarf around his neck. When he fought Kim held him down. Or punched him in the balls. Or did both. The girls had fun with the boy while they snuffed him. It was a good kill. Killing their prey was exciting and thrilling right to the end. Doing the boy in a bar full of people just added to the sadistic girl’s pleasure. Steve lasted half an hour. He had no buddy coming back with more beer, no friends likely to wander by to check up on him. Lauren could take her time with him. So she did.

“How’s he look Kim? Should I let him breathe some? He seems pale. Check his pulse lover. If he still has one.”

“His hearts still beating. It’s rapid and weak. Better let up on the scarf some. I don’t think we want to do CPR on him in here. Let him suck in some oxygen then pull your scarf tight again. That ought to make him last longer.”

    Steve was in agony. And scared out of his mind. It only got worse when his cruel tormentors let him breath. He’d just get resigned to the idea that we was dying then Lauren would let him suck in a couple lungs full of life giving oxygen. And Steve would realize he’d have to live through getting the life choked out of him yet again. Knowing how much it’d hurt, knowing how much damage the wicked girl was doing to his throat and his body was maddening. But there was little he could do. Kim had his arms in a vise like grip. And Lauren seemed to delight in strangling him over and over again.

   The girls got into a nice steady rhythm of choking Steve. They couldn’t risk his heart stopping. Once it did their fun would be over. So Kim and Lauren played with the boy at an almost leisurely pace. If anyone paid too much attention to the two frisky girls and the boy they were paying so much attention to Lauren would put her face close to Steve’s and pretend to kiss him passionately. Kim would stoke the poor boy’s hair and murmur into his ear. The few guys in the bar that did glance their way would smile, jealous of what they perceived as a wild public sex scene.

   All good things must end. Lauren noticed that Steve was getting so weak he barely bothered to fight back when she let him have some air. So she decided to end it on a high note. She let the boy take in a dozen breaths. His eyes cleared up, he looked directly at her. Like his buddy before him Steve whispered the question “why”, he murmured the plea “please don’t”. Lauren laughed. And pulled the scarf tight around his neck. Bunching both ends of the silk in her left hand she used her right hand to pound on Steven’s balls. She delivered a dozen short punishing blows.

     The boy huffed in agony. He couldn’t yell with the scarf choking his throat but he snorted through his nostrils, losing precious air as his body reacted to the excruciating pain shooting through his balls.

“Good one lover. God I love you Lauren. You’re such a wicked sadistic bitch. Give me a kiss darling. Then snuff this slut. Let’s get out of her and go fuck babe. Sex after snuff is always so goooood!”

    Steve spent the last two minutes of his life in agony, fighting for breath, not understanding why he had to die such an ugly and painful death. Lauren understood. So did Kim. They were sadists.  Using men for their own wicked pleasure was all that mattered to the two cruel girls. And as the sexy vixens had recently discovered, the best way to have fun with a boy was to snuff him. As painfully as possible. So that’s what they did to Steven. And they enjoyed every second of it.

   They left their two victims at the table, each dead boy with his head resting on one arm. Kim opened two bottles of beer and put one in front of each of their victims. She wrapped Rob’s free hand around one bottle while Lauren did the same with Steve’s lifeless hand. When they left it looked like two boys had had a little too much to drink and were sleeping it off. With any luck it’d be an hour or more before anyone realized the boys were dead. Kim and Lauren would be long gone by then. It’d been a perfectly lovely double snuff in a public place.

The two extraordinarily wicked girls couldn’t have been more satisfied. Or excited.They were headed back to their friend Tricia’s ranch. Trish had promised she had a stable full of boys waiting for them. The thought of all those boys waiting to be tortured and snuffed aroused a powerful and primal need in the girls. Kim and Lauren had gotten the New Year started off just right with the two recent snuffs Now they were eager to continue their cruel fun with some other boys. Even if they were worthless small dicked Mexicans. Tricia had promised them a week of depraved and sadistic fun. The two cruel nurses were looking forward to that. Trish had said something about a lovely new torture she wanted to try out. Something about tying a man down and letting half a dozen starving rats have a go at the victims honey covered flesh. It waspositively medieval. And sounded like a load of fun. And Amanda had an idea for destroying a man’s penis that sounded wonderful.

     It was good to be Kim, good to be Lauren. It was good to be a knock out gorgeous and sadistic killer American girl in Mexico ringing in the New Year with an excess of snuff. On the way to their rented SUV the girls giggled and speculated on all the wicked and deliciously cruel things Tricia and Amanda would do to their victims.  The younger women knew the more experienced women would make the boys’ torture and snuffs spectacular. It’d be an epic weekend and a perfect vacation for a couple of delightfully wicked girls from Texas.

    Tricia tested six boys before settling on Miguel. It’d been a simple test. Trish held a cage with a ferociously hungry rat near the face of each of her slave boys. The one who showed the most fear, the most dread, well, he was the one she wanted to torture. Turned out it was Miguel. Tricia laughed at his reaction when she showed him the half dozen cages of hungry rats. Miguel’s worst nightmare was about to come true. The cruel woman was going to let the rats tear the living boy apart with their sharp teeth and pointy claws. They’d eat Miguel alive. And entertain Tricia and her three sadistic girlfriends in the process.

It started out just right. The rats tore into the boy’s flesh with a vengeance. The four women watching the spectacle laughed as Miguel shrieked. One of the rats was attacking the poor boy’s penis. The young Mexican kid hadn’t had much of a cock to begin with. Miguel was only sixteen. He was just beginning to take pride in his growing body. Unfortunately a minute after the rat started chewing on Miguel’s penis the boy’s prick didn’t resemble anything worth being proud of. The four rodents were trapped in cages wired to Miguel’s body. The only escape for the rats was to eat their way through the boy’s body. It seemed as if that’s exactly what the four sharp toothed vermin intended to do. Which pleased the four cruel women immensely.

    The ladies were all enjoying the spectacle, giggling and pointing at Miguel as he screamed and begged for mercy. They found the scene with the tied up boy and the viciously hungry rats delightful.  There would be no mercy for Miguel. He was going to die today. The rodents and the four sadistic women would see to that.  It was all part of Tricia’s planned entertainment for ringing in the New Year. And so far the party had exceeded everyone’s expectations. Even Miguel’s.So of course when her three cruel lady friends congratulated her on the extraordinary entertainment Tricia stood and took a bow. Then she settled back down on the face of the young man she’d been tormenting for the rest of the show.

Triciahadn’t let the rodents eat in a week.She knew the scent of fresh blood in the air would send them into a feeding frenzy. So she’dwhipped her boy’s body until he bled from half a dozen places before setting the rats loose. She’d invited her three friends to this cruel New Year’s Day celebration at her ranch south of Cancun.She wanted them all to have an outstanding time. Tricia prided herself on being the perfect hostess. She’d even let Amanda and Kim and Lauren take turns whipping the boy before the real show began.

  Tricia had a Mexican boy all tied up and half a dozen rats desperate to eat. She knew how to have fun. The cruel seductress was going to feed the boy to the rats. She’d do it slow too. To make it last.To torment the boy.She’d make him suffer a death worse than anything the he could imagine. The wicked women would make a party of it. They’d celebrate as the rodents chewed away at the boy’s flesh. Tricia had done things like this before to other boys. All the women had. So Trishknew how to arrange things so he died as slowly and as painfully as possible. It was more fun that way.

Tricia giggled. The terrified boy tied to the post getting savaged by insanely hungry rats was blameless in this little drama. He’d done nothing wrong. He didn’t deserve this. None of the woman wasangry with him. That was the beauty of the snuff. Its only purpose was to amuse the woman. The boy was just a convenient prop in this little scene. He didn’t matter. None of the boys these women played with mattered.They were going to make him suffer in agony simply to indulge their appetite for torture and snuff. It’s what women like this did to boys like Miguel. And they were very good at it, at making boys suffer for their wicked pleasure.

All four of the cruel women leaned forward as one of the small rodents bit into the boy's tender flesh. The kid screamed and shrieked. Fear was as big a factor in his reaction to the rat gnawing at his scrotum as was the fierce and terrifying pain. The four women enjoying the boy’s torture laughed in unison. They didn’t care why he screamed. They were amused by his torture. Theyloved hearing boys shriek in terror. And in pain. Amanda poked the rat with a stick to goad it into attacking more of the screaming boy’s flesh.

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The starving rat tore off another chunk of Miguel’s testicle. Amanda laughed. The other three women watching the boy’s torture laughed and giggled and snickered too.  That’s what sadistic women do when they torture boys. They enjoy themselves. They get aroused. And they look for ways to increase the boy’s agony and terror. Because this kind of slow torture not only amused them, it turned them on more than anything else they could do. Watching the boy twist and jerk as the hungry rat tore at his flesh aroused and excitedTricia and the other women. Which caused Trish to play with the elastic on her lover Amanda’s panties while Kim and Lauren kissed. The rat was oblivious to the women’s growing lust as it chewed through Miguel’s balls. All of the cruel women moaned in lust and anticipation as they explored each other’s bodies with busy fingers and tongues while the rat continued to savage the poor boy’s body.

The boy screamed some more whichmade the four wicked femme fataleslust and laugh and need all the more.  The starving verminattacking Miguel’s balls paid no attention to the women’s laughter or the boy's terrified shrieks. The rat barely paused as it took another bite of Miguel's left testicle. Trish had intentionally starved the rat for a week before setting it loose on the boy. Then she’d whippedMiguel’s balls till they bled before letting her ravenous rodent loose on the teenaged Mexican kid. The rat had a wire harness around his body. One end of a light weight chain was attached to the rat’s harness. The other end was pinned to the boy’s cock with a giant safety pin. The rat wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was the boy.

    Tricia had Miguel strung up from poles in the center of the old bull ring. His body could jerk and contort and shake all it wanted. Miguel wasn’t going to escape his bonds or his fate. Tricia had arranged this cruel party at her ranch in Mexico. The boy was today’s entertainment. There’d be more boys for tonight.  And one boy each for the women tomorrow. It was New Year’s week. The cruel girls intended to bring in the New Year right. With snuffs.With lots and lots of wicked snuffs.

   Trish had planned this little show for a month. Finding a boy to snuff had been the easy part. It always was for Trish. She saw all men and all boys as prey. Selecting one, separating him from his friends and family, seducing him into bondage was all child’s play for the cruel woman. And something she enjoyed immensely. She’d had an easier time finding Miguel than she had in capturing enough feral rats she judged vicious enough to eat through a boy.

She’d collected a dozen rats in all and starved them for a week. She wanted the rodents frantically hungry when they started in on the boy.  She was curious to see how much physical damage those hungry sharp teeth could do. And how much agony it would cause the boy. Judging by Miguel’s shrieks and cries for mercy her warrior rat was doing quite a lot of wicked damage each time the greedy rat took a bite of the tender meat hanging between Miguel’s legs. The cruel sadistic woman delighted in torturing boys like this. And taunting them about it too.

"Miguel darling you’ll be happy to know I have lots more hungry rats waiting to feast on your delicious little boy flesh as soon as this one’s had its fill. So get used to those slashing, tearing teeth ripping away at your manhood hon. It's not going to stop sweetheart. Not until my precious vermin have ripped their way right through your body. Imagine how it will feel to have a rat gnawing at your liver and kidneys and finally your heart darlin. I can hardly wait."

Miguel just kept screaming and shrieking and begging his cruel owner to pull his balls out of the savagely hungry rodent’s way. Trish didn’t of course. What would be the fun of that? Besides, she had another boy tied up watching this little scene play out. The cruel woman had a lesson to teach this other boy. And letting her ravenous pack of rats eat their way into Miguel’s body where they could devour the poor boy’s organs was exactly what her next victim needed to see. Knowing just how cruel she could be would be good for Trevor. He needed to understand just how much pain he was going to suffer for her.

     The rat had chewed through Miguel’s balls sack. The boy’s left testicle plopped out of its skin bag. It hung suspended, dangling and jiggling precariously from the thin spermatic cord. The ravenous rat wasted no time in attacking that too, its sharp teeth quickly severing the vas deferens and arteries and muscles until the walnut shaped testicle fell into another rodent’s cage. Tricia lit a cigar. And marveled at how much fun a woman could have with just a couple of boys and one hungry rat. The rat who’d been surprised by the testicle dropping out of the sky tore into its first food in a week. Trish used a stick to push the boy’s ball away from the hungry beastie. She wanted all her rats ravenous when she put them on the boy’s naked body.The rat didn’t need an appetizer first. Miguel saw his decapitated testicle fall onto the dusty ground and screamed. The other boy forced to watch this depraved scene screamed too. He’d been a bonus. Kim and Lauren had brought him back last night. Poor Trevor. He’d been seduced by two sexy and gorgeous young women. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know they were sadistic killers. But that didn’t matter to Trish. Or the other three women licking their lips at the chance to snuff boys. Trevor was going to die for their pleasure too.

“See Trevor darlin. Boys are so vulnerable down there between their legs. If a two pound rat can do all that in just a minute or two imagine what I can do to you in the weeks we have ahead of us.”

    She giggled when Trevor turned white and closed his eyes. Tricia touched the hot tip of her cigar to the tip of the young man’s erect penis. Trevor might find the sight of the other boy’s torture horrible and frightening beyond imagination but he was asubbie after all. He’d practically asked for this. It had seemed like a terrific idea when he’d asked Ms. Tricia to let him watch as she tortured some random boy way beyond the breaking point. He’d always fantasized about watching a sadistic woman letting herself go and getting completley carried away. He’d always thought it’d be heaven to watch a wicked woman unleash her sadistic side far enough she’d go a little too far with a boy. He thought he’d wanted to watch a woman do real and permanent damage to some boy. Trevor had gone to the fetish bar in Cozumel looking for a dominant and sadistic woman like that. And Tricia had joked about how she’d always wanted to be totally free someday so she could express her cruel nature fully and without limits.

   But now, tied up and watching this woman torture the Mexican kid, now Trevor’s half formed idea about watching a woman torture a boy beyond his breaking point seemed less of a good idea. Especially after Ms. Tricia implied that Trevor himself would be the next one to feel the sharp bites of a pack of hungry rats. The very thought terrified Trevor. But deep down the thought he was with a woman who’d enjoy snuffing him aroused him as much as it terrified him. He’d fantasized all his life about being the plaything of a beautiful and seductive and sadistic woman who took pleasure in torturing boys and found sexual release in snuffing them. He was leaking pre-cum nowjust watching the evil delight Ms. Tricia took in prolonging that poor boy’s agony with the rats. Trevor had long ago made peace with the pervert deep within him. So he screamed and shook with fear along with the boy as the rat’s body twisted and shook as it ate away at poor Miguel’s crotch. But Trevor also shook with lust as his cock oozed cum watching this incredibly cruel woman have so much wicked fun.

    The first rat had half its body buried in the screaming Miguel’s crotch. Its front claws were inside the boy pullingboth the rat and its sharp teeth deeper and deeper into the boy.  Tricia chuckled as she got another cage and shoved poor Miguel’s cock into the small hole on the bottom. Earlier she’d whipped the boy’s cock till she’d opened half a dozen cuts. His bloody cock attracted the new rat like popsiclesattracted five year olds on a sweltering August day.  Tricia was delighted when the rat gobbled up Miguel’s penis about as fast askids suck down a popsicle on that hot summer day. The cruel woman laughed. With two rats gnawing inside the boy things were finally starting to get interesting. At least for her. Not so much for Miguel. He was in a frenzy, his body shaking and convulsing and twisting as he tried to throw off the rats eating away at his vital parts.

   It did no good of course. Both rats were well inside the boy’s abdomen by then. Tricia put her hand over Miguel’s stomach, thrilling at the feel of the tiny heads furiously tunneling deeper and deeper inside the boy. She was going to snuff Miguel from the inside out. The rats were her tools, her weapons. She fetched another cage.

“Where should I put this one ladies? His butt?His face?His chest?”

    Lauren shouted out “His face! Do his fucking face!”  Kim giggled and called out her vote for letting the starving rat loose on the boy’s belly where it could join its brother rats and chew its way to Miguel’s kidney and liver and lungs. Amanda was practical. She wanted to boy’s torture to last as long as possible. She cheered the boy when he screamed and pointed out to her sadistic friends that letting the rat loose on the boy’s butt hole would maximize the cruel foursome’s sadistic pleasure. Tricia agreed. She jammed a rough barked stick up her boy’s butt and  shook and twisted and poked it violently in and out. Miguel howled as the tender flesh inside his anus got shredded but his cruel tormenter. Trish did enough damage to draw blood that would help the ravenous rat get its bearings. She pushed the cage against Miguel’s skinny ass and pulled open the little door.The rat attacked the boy’s savaged butt in a flash.

“Look at the sucker go! God, did you ever see a head disappear up a butt so fast.”

   The women laughed at the shrieking boy’s gyrations. There were three rats inside him now. They were eating their way up through his body. It’d take some time before they got to anything vital. Even so there was internal bleeding. The boy was losing strength. Fortunately three of his tormentors were nurses. At least fortunately for the wicked woman enjoying his suffering. Three of the women were nurses. They knew how to keep a boy alive so they could torture him longer. Miguel was going into shock from the pain and the terror gripping him. Kim and Lauren and Trish went into action so they could prolong the boy’s agony.

Kim started an I.V. to build up Miguel’s blood volume. Lauren jabbed a hypodermic full of stimulants into the kid’s arm. Tricia shoved a plastic tube up the boy’s ass and then deftly sewed Miguel’s butt hole and crotch shut closing off and the gaping wounds between his legs. The plastic tube was connected to an air compressor. Amanda turned it on to its lowest setting. That kept a steady stream of air pumped inside the boy’s cavities so the evil rats would live long enough to finish off Miguel. The sadistic bent of the women demanded they keep their victim alive and suffering as long as possible.

The three rats were trapped inside the boy now. They’d have to eat their way out. Amanda gave voice to that thought and all four women whooped and cheered. What they were doing to Miguel was primitive, crude, cruel, savage, vicious. Evil even.Which is precisely why all four women were in such high spirits. And why Lauren had her hand between Kim’s legs so she could get her fingers deep inside the sultry dark haired woman’s slit. Torturing boys wasn’t just fun. It was erotic.

“God. You girls have to feel this. Put your hand here. On his belly. I think our rats are fighting over the tastiest of the little boy bitsinside Miguel. You can feel the little monsters churning and twisting around in there. It feels positively divine.” Trish purred.

    Kim and Lauren and Amanda agreed once they’d felt the way Miguel’s stomach was pulsing and contorting as the three hungry rats chewed through everything they found. Amanda eyed Trevor, winked at the man, picked up the cage with the fourth rat and swung it toward the middle aged man’s crotch.

“Want some of this Trevor? You wanted to see us torture a boy past the breaking point. Did Trish forget to tell you the price a subbie pays for watching something like this is to get the same treatment himself? Unless you have a better idea on how we can snuff you.”

   Tricia thought the look on the man’s face was delightful. He’d kind of figured out the women were going to kill the boy. But he’d convinced himself they’d let him go after. Of course, Tricia would want to whip him to a bloody mess first. He expected that. We wanted that. And he knew Amanda would have to burn his balls some. He’d paid to play with the two sadistic and dominant women a dozen times in the past. He knew the women watching the young Mexican boy get destroyed were as cruel as any women he’d met. And he just assumed Tricia’s two young friends;the two girls from Texas loved torturing men as much as Ms. Tricia and Amanda. But snuff. Sure, he’d fantasized about it. He’d even talked about it with Trish more than once. As fantasy.As a made up what-if kind of thing. He’d dreamed about meeting a woman willing to go that far with a man. And he’d told himself he’d do anything for a woman like that. But now, seeing it for real, well it wasn’t quite as fun as he’d thought it would be. Especially since he was cuffed and bound and had no way to escape if these wonderfully cruel and crazily sadistic women seceded to snuff him next.

  Although he had to admit this whole scene did excite him. He was terrified sure. But his dick knew what it wanted. Hell, once he’d figured out they meant to torture Miguel to death Trevor had gotten a giant boner and leaked pre-cum for a good ten minutes before Amanda put her cigar out on his prick. But this talk of snuffing him, of setting a bunch of rats loose inside him, well that was just talk wasn’t it? He’d paid for this experience. They’d let him go in the end wouldn’t they? Trevor’s body shook as he contemplated this turn of events. The boy’s torture disturbed him. It was truly horrific. Even if it was perversely erotic. But what really shook Trevor was the fact that he couldn’t quite decide if he wanted to survive this week of if he wanted to end up like Miguel. Dying for a sadistic woman was Trevor’s ultimate fantasy. Suffering the most horrible snuff imaginable purely to amuse four cruel and sadistic women could be the ultimate fantasy. Or the ultimate insanity.Or both. Trevor wasn’t sure.

“What’re you thinking Trevor darling. You certainly quieted down. You said you wanted me to let go. You practically begged me to take you home and let you watch while I pushed a boy past his limits. Well, how’s that working out for you hon? Bet you didn’t think I’d be pushing you way past your own limits now did you. Well, little horny boys like you should be careful what they fantasize about. It just might come true.”

    She had three more starving rats to use on her prey. Tricia decided the three eating away at the insides of Miguel were enough to finish the boy off. Still, she did want to watch another rat eat its way into the boy. So she’d use one rodent on the fucking wet back’s face and keep the other hungry rats to use on Trevor. But who to do first? Miguel looked strong enough to handle another twenty minutes of rats feasting on his intestines and liver and stomach. Tricia laughed. She’d do Trevor first. Her subbie with the fantasies about a woman who went too far were about to be realized in a way she was sure Trevor never imagined.

    This was pretty much Tricia’s show. The other three women were content to watch the torture. And torment the sluts each of them had been provided by their generous and totally sadistic hostess. This was Tricia’s party, Tricia’s ranch, Tricia’s rules. The four wicked women had started the New Year with a boy apiece and three extras for a group snuff. Tricia had announced her one and only rule for the three day debauchery filled party. At the end all the boys had to have suffered the most excruciating deaths imaginable. And as much agony along the way as possible. Amanda and Kim and Lauren were doing their part with that last bit.

    Kim’s boy was cuffed and hog tied at her feet. He had a spreader bar locking his ankles apart and his hands were bound behind his back. The collar around his neck was chained to a stake driven into the yard where Tricia was feeding her two sacrificial boys to the starving rats. Kim’s boy couldn’t see the churning movements of Miguel’s belly as rats ate way the boy’s insides but he heard Miguel’s shrieks. Which set the hog tied boy on edge and made every muscle in his body contract. Which suited Kim just fine. When she kicked him the balls it’d hurt more if he was tight and scared and all tensed up.

   It worked out that way too. Kim had half her attention on Miguel and his writhing body and pitifully agonized screams. And half her attention on her own boy’s balls as she slammed her pointy toed boots into the kid’s tender testicles over and over again.  She’d long ago done enough damage to his balls to ensure he’d never have and children. Of course that was of little concern since he had but a couple of days to live. But Kim did take pleasure in wrecking the boy’s balls so totally. And causing him such excruciating pain. Satisfying Tricia’s rules for the weekend was going to be no problem for Kim.

    Nor would Lauren have any trouble keeping her boy in constant pain before she snuffed him. She didn’t even know his name. But she knew he was terrified of getting castrated. Lauren had taken garden shears and teased the boy earlier. The look of terror on his face when she’d caught his balls between the blades had been precious. She’d even cut him some. Not enough to snip off his silly balls. But enough to make him bleed. The sight of the thin red line across her boy’s testicles had aroused Lauren so much she’d pushed the sharp point of one shear two inches down her boy’s pee hole. And in one fast and exuberant motioned snapped the shears together. She’d drawn more of the boy’s vital blood. And left his cock split open from its tip down to a third of its flaccid length. She was trying to get her boy hard now. It’d be fun to see him with a boner and the tip of his cock split by her recent cut.

    Amanda was torturing her boy with a cigar in between watching her longtime lover Trish sic rats on Miguel. Her victim was named Luke. He was from Australia. The foolish twenty year old had made the mistake of going to Mexico for New Years. And then letting himself think the sexy and wanton and remarkably attractive thirty something American woman who kept buying him drinks in the bar was just interested in him for sex. Which had suited Luke just fine. He fancied himself a player. His good looks and Aussie accent had always made it easy to pick up girls. He’d slept with dozens and dozens of women attracted to his blond outback looks and sexy accent. So it was natural for him to think he was in control when Amanda showed interest in him. He downed the Mexican beers she’d bought him and swallowed the ‘magic’ pills she’d given him without concern. He’d recognized the Viagra the woman had slipped into his hand. And the Ecstasy. He just assumed the other two pills were going to make him harder or happier. He kept assuming that until he passed out from the drugs Amanda gave him and woke up her, bound and cuffed and naked. With boys screaming all around him.

    Now he had more than fifty cigar burns on his body. Amanda would suck on the end of her thin cigars until the tip was a lovely hot orange then press the glowing tip against someplace sensitive on Luke’s body. She’d started with his tits. As a way of introducing her snuff pet to getting branded by a cruel woman. She’d done his cock and balls of course. Now she was focused on his left testicle. She meant to burn it off. Slowly of course. There was no rush. And it’d be fun to burn the ball to a crispy black stump before using her cigar to sear away the sac that held the testicle in Luke’s scrotum. God it’s fun being a sadistic woman when there are boys to snuff!

    Tricia put the cage with her fourth rat over Trevor’s balls. The boy screamed. And screamed and screamed. The rat was still in its cage. No little rat teeth had bitten into Trevor’s flesh. Still the boy screamed. He’d seen what the three rats had done to the boy named Miguel. The Mexican kid was still alive. Trevor could see lumps moving inside the boy, rat lumps eating the boy from the inside out. Miguel’s balls were gone. Miguel’s belly was a churning mass as three rats consumed his organs. It looked like a scene from one of the Alien movies the way the boy’s stomach lurched and pulsed with the tiny furry almost alien life inside it. Trevor was terrified that was about to happen to him. The Mexican kid wouldn’t die. He just keep shrieking and suffering and begging for ‘muerte, muerte. Por favor senora. Quiero la muerte’.Trevor knew enough Spanish to translate. “Death.Death. Please Mistress. I want death.” Trevor couldn’t imagine a more horrific fate.

“My hungry little beast wants a meal Trevor. You’ll sacrifice your balls to the little beastie won’t you?  For Mistress?”

    Trish didn’t wait for the boy’s reply. She looped the rope attached to the cage around Trevor’s neck and adjusted the knot so the cage hung at the level of his balls. Grabbing his left ball with her hand she squeezed and mashed the thing against the three quarter inch round hole on the front of the rat’s cage. It was a very tight fit. Tricia had to pound hard on Trevor’s ball to get it to pass through the small opening.  Her three girlfriends laughed as the boy’s shrieks rose an octave in pitch at this latest insult to his body. Like his ravenous cousins before him the rat in the cage ignored the women’s laughter and the boy’s shrieks and attacked the succulent boy flesh with a vengeance. Small impossible sharp teeth bit into Trevor’s ball. His shrieks rose to an almost inaudible pitch. His eyes were wide with fear and pain and horror. Tricia stood in front of the boy and taunted him.

“How about it Trevor?  Is this letting go enough for you? Want me to go further sweetie? Want me to snuff you now?” she sneered.

Trevor didn’t respond. All his attention was on the pain in his groin as his left nut was destroyed. The rat was ravenous. It kept attacking the boy’s testicle until there was nothing left but a few shreds of skin. It’d taken ten minutes. Tricia had used a syringe to give Trevor a stimulant She wanted her victim to stay alert and conscious as part of his manhood was eaten away by the small savage rodent she’d set on the boy. It was too cruel, too wicked, too delicious seeing Trevor’s face contorted in agony and fear and betrayal.

“Having fun sweetie?” she taunted the boy.

   He didn’t answer. His shrieks were animalistic now, just wild and hoarse and raving sounds coming from his throat. He was beyond speech at this point. The horror of what was happening to him contrasted against the laughing and smiling faces of the four women gathered around him to watch the rat do its work twisted something in Trevor’s mind. This was no fantasy, no story. It wouldn’t end until he ended, until Tricia finished snuffing him. And she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to finish him off. It was that thought that sent Trevor over the edge.

“Well, I for one am having tons of fun babe. And judging from Amanda and Kim and Lauren’s laughter they are too. So you’re entertaining your Mistress and her special guests just fine Trevor honey. But you do look silly with just on testicle hanging there between your legs. And my little friend is still so very, very hungry. Do you mind if I feed him your right ball hon? It’ll only hurt for a few minutes. I promise. Then I’ll let Mandy hurt you. Then Kim.And Lauren of course. OK baby? Huh? What’s the matter Trev? Cat got your tongue? Or does the rat have your ball?”

    Trevor’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body shook as Trish grabbed his right nut and squeezed it down small enough to fit through the hole where she’d stuffed his left ball just a few minutes ago. Tricia asked Amanda to slap the boy to help keep him alert. And for Lauren to kick his butt. And for Amanda to twist his titties so Trevor would remember where he was and what was happening to him. The girls wanted their victim to be fully alert for his torture, fully aware of what they were doing to him and what they were taking from him.

    Trevor was all too aware. When he felt those sharp little teeth bite into his as yet intact right testicle he screamed with renewed vigor. His body flopped and fought and jerked with renewed energy. And all four girls found their hands slipping down between their thighs as their fingers sought out their wonderfully hot slits in their sadistically aroused bodies.

     The American put on a good show for his cruel tormentors. The rat ate his entire right testicle and the sunk its teeth into the base of the boy’s cock. The hole in the cage was big enough for the rodent’s snout to get through but it couldn’t escape its prison. It could only chew on Trevor parts as far as its mouth would reach. Trish wanted it that way. She had other plans for Trevor. His torture was going to last for days. She just wanted her silly boy with his wild fantasy about women snuffing men to have a taste of what was in store for him. Miguel was the main show this afternoon. And the boy was fading. It was time to end his life. With more suffering. Trish had one more rat that needed feeding. And Miguel’s face was so far unblemished. That needed to change.

    Tricia put on a pair of heavy leather gloves and grabbed the ten foot piece of rusted barbed wire. She’d planned on securing the rat cage to Miguel’s face from the start. So she wrapped the wire with its still sharp barbs around the boy’s face just below eye level. She pulled the wire tight after each wrap to drive the pointy little barbs deep into his flesh. Once she had the wire secured around the boy’s head and face Tricia picked up the cage and positioned it so its little door was centered on Miguel’s left cheek. She’d thought about letting the rat loose on the boy’s neck. It’d be fun to see those sharp little teeth sever the kid’s throat and to hear Miguel’s screams die out as his neck provided a banquet for the hungry rat. But that would probably result in death to soon to satisfy Tricia and her cruel friends. Sometimes a fast violent snuff was what they wanted. And sometimes a girl needed a long drawn out slow snuff. Today was one of those times. So Miguel would suffer for an hour or more yet just to provide four sadistic women with the wicked pleasure they craved.

“Good show Trish. You picked a strong boy. I’m amazed he’s still fighting.”

“Some of these wetbacks have amazing stamina. Their dicks may be small but their hearts are big. So it balances out. As long as we have our fun I’ll take a little dicked boy over a faint hearted man.”

“I hear you lover. But it looks like our boy’s about done for. What is it with these rats. It’s like they can’t get enough to eat. As much flesh as they’ve torn off Miguel you’d think they’d curl up and nap. But look at that seething mass churning away in abdomen.  Looks like they’ve made their way to the bottom of his lungs. And from the blood oozing from the boy’s ruined crotch I’d saw at least one of those hungry vermin got to his liver. Won’t be long now.”

“I think you’re right. Let’s light our boy on fire. I don’t need the rats anymore. There’s plenty on the ranch. And I do love to see a boy dance in firelight. What do you say girls. Shall we light this boy’s fire?”

“Hell yes!” Kim laughed.

“Fire him up Trish. God, I’ll bet the rat eating Miguel’s face is going to go nuts when it catches on fire. Do it sister. Douse them all with oil and set them ablaze. The sun will be down soon and there’s a chill in the air. A lovely boy fueled bonfire sounds like just what we need.”  Lauren giggled.

“We don’t need to burn the boy Lauren. We just want to. And for women like us fulfilling our whims and our wants is just as important as filling our needs.”

“Speak for yourself Tricia. I need to torture boys. I get anxious when I got too long without a good torture session. Or a good snuff. I for one need to set this little used up fucked on fire. My pussy would never forgive me if I didn’t torch the little bean eater.”

“Well then, let’s get to it. There’s a squirt gun full of oil for each of us. Fire away ladies. Then I’ll light the fire that will get Miguel here dancing for us.”

  Trish was ever the considerate hostess. She’d prepared four squirt guns for her guests and herself. Each was filled with aromatic lamp oil. In the right hands each squirt gun could bring unimaginable pain to a boy. Trish and Amanda and Kim and Lauren had just the right hands and exactly the right attitude to put these guns to goo use. Each cruel woman pointed her gun, squeezed the trigger and splashed lovely and highly flammable oil on Miguel’s body.

    He lasted for ten more minutes. Kim proved to be the best shot with the squirt gun. She managed to get several globs of oil on the rat eating Miguel’s face. The rat never stopped gnawing on the boy’s cheek. Until Trish tossed a lit match at Miguel. The match ignited the oil Lauren and Mandy had managed to splash all over his belly and crotch. The girls all laughed as the bright flames ate away at what was left of those parts of Miguel. Tricia had used three bursts from her oil filled squirt gun to make a line from the boy’s neck down to his belly. Now the fire she’d started down below fed on the oil dripping down Miguel’s neck and chest and set that ablaze. The way he jerked and writhed in agony at this new insult to his body amused and aroused all four sadists. Especially when the fire reached Miguel’s face. And the oil soaked rat tearing at his cheek.

“Jesus Trish. This is so fucking hot. We can do another boy tomorrow night can’t we? You have more for us don’t you? Please say you do!”

“Mexican boys are cheap. And seemingly inexhaustible. There are plenty more where Miguel came from ladies. But we only have one Trevor. And one Luke. So girls, how are we going to snuff our two white boys? Any interesting ideas?”